[Ponyville | ~Two Months After the Wedding…]

The lone expletive rolled off his tongue most pleasantly as he stretched his arms overhead. His fitted, teal T-shirt rode up his stomach ever-so slightly.

“Fffffffuuuuuuuaaaaaaack…”

And at the apex of stretching his limbs to the point where he risked popping his knees out of their sockets, Fredrick felt the blood flowing back into his legs. The trip from Canterlot to Ponyville may not have been nearly as long as, say, the line to the Northern Mountain Range… but it sure seemed to age his limbs orders of magnitude faster with the goddamn seats on the ‘Friendship Express.’ They were barely serviceable. At best.

And thankfully the shorter route meant that he wouldn’t need to amputate his legs… yet.

Stella, who had sat right next to him, reached for his hand and beckoned his own fingers with the playful clenching at the empty air towards him.

He’d never get tired of seeing that ring on her finger.

“Righto, love! Let’s fuck off outta here, aye?”

No way in hell he was gonna pass on taking her hand… especially when she specifically requested it. He was all too happy to get off this train, anyway.

“Yep… gladly!”

With backpacks slung over their shoulders, Stella was ready to duly lead him off the train among the slew of other, multi-color-coated passengers who were disembarking in Ponyville as well. And within thirty seconds or so, Fredrick finally set foot in Ponyville, surprisingly, for the first time in his entire tenure in Equestria.

Stella smiled in her usual fashion as she gestured grandly towards the small town-center just in the distance.

“Welcome tae Ponyville, hotcock!”

Stella’s pet names never got old.

From the first look from the vantage of the train station, it was… quaint. He smiled calmly while nodding.

“Heh, thanks. Diggin’ it already! Starting to wonder why the hell you never took me out here to begin with… after all these years. You holdin’ out on me, bish?”

He playfully tousled her mane, evoking a girlish squeal and giggle from his Scottsmare… and with a gesture that only he and a select few others could get away with, no-less.

She threw his hand away playfully, planting a firm but in no way painful fist into his shoulder.

“Fucker!”

“No you.”

“Don’t fuckin’ ‘no u’ me, ya fuckin’ pissbaby!”

“Cope. Seethe. Shit yourself.”

Stella was quick to start messing up his own hair with an evil smile on her face.

“W-Woman! All I did was give you head-pats that you love, and now you’re trying to mess up my hair in public! The fuck is wrong with you?”

Stella’s exaggerated, baby-whining response was worth its weight in gold.

“Gonna fuckin’ cry, love? Gonna piss yer pants, possibly? Mayhaps, shit and cum? Because lemme fuckin’ tell ye somethin’ Freddie boy!

“If yer not comin’… I’m comin’~,” she challenged.

Fredrick was besides himself at this point… on top of just trying to prevent himself from doing ugly cackles in public. It seemed like Stella was in similar straits, too.

“Fuckin’… you can’t threaten me with a better time, girl! That’s not how any of this works!”

A velvety, sultry, notoriously accented voice graced his ears from behind him… one which had just disembarked the train as well.

“Awww, such a language of love~. And were you two just gonna leave me behind there?” asked Midnight.

Stella interjected with her own brand of sarcasm.

“Whaaaaaaaat mate? Never! Not like we could fuckin’ lose ya either, ya tall cunt!”

Fredrick gladly added to that as Midnight ambled the rest of the way over to them with her own duffel bag slung over her shoulder:

“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if you got snagged behind from ponies just swarming you. Well… because… you know…” he gestured with both his hands—noting the glaringly obvious—to her entire form.

While he and Stella opted for basic casual wear for the day on account of travel and the weather… Midnight, as usual, decided to be her own mare. While her shorts weren’t too short this time around, they hugged her thighs nicely, letting the smooth, toned musculature under her copper coat shine through more than the sun above them. Middy also went for a less-than-standard, emerald midriff top that matched her eye color… and one whose sleeves conservatively hugged her arms down to just above her elbows.

Her exposed core was another work of art on its own.

But in a display befitting the comically over-the-top, body-confident mare she was, the neckline was rather… low. Quite low. There was still an air of classiness to it with the lack of wrinkles and the elasticity in which it hugged her Royal Guard-chiseled body. But…

Jesus Christ that neckline…

Midnight giggled confidently.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I draw attention wherever I go! As your wife said… I’m pretty tall for a mare~,” she said.

The expert dodging of the meaning of Fredrick’s previous words was nothing short of masterful, and befitting of a naturally sultry, yet enigmatic mare such as her.

He lopsidedly pursed his lips.

“You know good and well that’s not what I meant, Midds,” said Fredrick.

Midnight stretched out her legs, getting to the tips of her hooves as she threw her arms overhead and behind her back in an awe-inspiring stretch—she put her whole goddamn body on display. Fredrick rolled his eyes, sharing a rather knowing, yet simultaneously unimpressed look with Stella as the copper thestral cutely squeaked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Freddie~.”

Fredrick swiveled on his heels and beckoned Stella forward, having gotten more than an adequate fill of eye-candy from that alone.

“Right. We should probably start walking. Don’t wanna keep Schnee waiting,” he said.

Stella agreed, linking her arm with his once again, and began leading the way.

“Right! She’s a punctual mare—wouldn’t want tae disappoint, innit?”

Fredrick craned his neck disbelievingly towards his mare as they walked. It was a look both shot at each other on a near-constant basis… and always the harbinger of more shit-slinging to come.

“Oh so you gotta be super punctual with her… but when you’re late to hang out with me and just bust my door down at an ungodly hour of the night, it’s totally fair game?!”

“Aye.”

“Fair ‘nuff.”

Honestly, he would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. Her spontaneity was all part of the charm, even now. That, and just the idea of ‘starting shit’ with Stella just for the laughs never, ever got old. Even if he lost those arguments spectacularly.

Sometimes married life was easy like that.

Their moment together was rather unexpectedly (but in hindsight, probably should’ve been marginally expected) interrupted when Midnight wrapped her arms around the two of them. Fredrick and Stella, now suddenly pressed really close together, shared a cocked eyebrow between the two of them as Midnight held them nice and close. Though the feeling of one of Midnight’s large breasts pressed into his shoulder was certainly not a bad feeling by any metric… it brought no small measure of inquiry.

Midnight cooed, giggling all cutely as she nuzzled herself even closer between the two of them, leaning on the couple as they continued their leisurely stroll through Ponyville. Fredrick got a deep, coherent whiff of the mango body wash that she used when she showered this morning.

She then sultrily, huskily cooed:

“Have I mentioned how… hot you lovelies sound when you act like a married couple? Or really, just like yourselves~?”

Perhaps a little too huskily.

Fredrick wordlessly asked Stella what the hell was going on, and her wide-eyed shrugging told him that this was as unexpected to her as it was to him. Then again, almost everything Midnight did within the group was unexpected. He should’ve been used to this by now.

He wrested himself free from her grasp, then smoothed the new wrinkles in his shirt while eying her with joking suspicion.

“Damn, Middy… You’re being a little hornier than normal. Never thought I’d even say those words, fuck. What’s the occasion?”

Once Stella also broke free from her hold, a briefly lust-stricken Midnight seemed to snap back to ‘normal.’ Righting her posture and rejoining the group’s walking pace, she giggled, blushing.

“Heh… Sorry about that, you two. Well… maybe I’m only a little sorry, but still~.”

Stella smirked, then leveled a gibe her solar counterpart:

“Uh huh. Ya would’ve been fully sorry if that hand of yers went any fuckin’ lower! Fuck me, lass… thought ye were goin’ fer me minge fer a moment, there… ya heated slut!”

Midnight chuckled right back, and said chuckle devolved into one that was a little more embarrassed. She ran a hand over the back of her neck.

“Heh, speaking of ‘heated.’ I think my heat’s like, right around the corner. I feel it churning in me. Training. Growing. Getting stronger. For real though, sorry if I’m a bit more forward than normal…

“Though, I’m sure you understand fully, Stella~.”

Fredrick smiled, rolling his eyes. Oh, she understood alright. Hell… he understood.

Ever since that one fateful night when they were just starting to date, and Stella fell into heat… suddenly a lot of her mannerisms leading up to that night made so much more sense. He recalled that it was particularly bad for batponies, and as Stella further explained after they had sex for the first time, what made it worse was that the whole cycle was not guaranteed to happen at the same time of year. There was some wiggle room.

Which sounded horrifying. Batponies are weird. Beautifully weird.

Stella turned back to Midnight, with her visage pleasantly, brilliantly brightened. She held her hand up.

“Oh now I get it! And ayyyye girl! Saaame!” she shouted, and she cutely jumped to high-five Midnight’s hand on account of the latter mare’s height.

Another cocked—and now somewhat concerned—eyebrow from Fredrick. Was Stella just planning on springing this upon him at the last minute? Bursting through the figurative woodwork and declaring that he needed to sate her heat?

Yes. The answer was almost positively yes.

What concerned him more was Midnight’s declaration. While it explained a lot, Fredrick took a couple cautionary steps away from her, just to be a little more on the safe side.

He followed this up jokingly (somewhat):

“Uhhh… gee thanks for the head’s up. Should I even be anywhere near you right now?” he remarked.

Stella burst into laughter at his words, and Midnight just rolled her eyes so hard, Fredrick was worried they’d fall out of her skull.

“Ahem. As handsome as you are, I wouldn’t flatter yourself too much… I still very much have self-control, as I always do~.”

Fredrick had to seal his mouth shut at an instant… contain the explosion of laughter that was threatening to tear through his lips like a poorly managed nuclear reactor. All that sounded was the tiniest, scratchy coughing sound in his throat. He then glanced at Stella… who seemed to be in identical circumstances.

The dams broke the moment they made eye contact and realized they were on the same wavelength. The chorus of cackling from them was monumental, and any of the public who paid them mind were not eyeing up Midnight nor Fredrick anymore.

As for the taller mare herself, all she had was another eye-roll to offer to the guffaw that was threatening to tear the newlyweds’ sides asunder.

Stella leaned on Fredrick again, and wiped her eyes.

“Hoooooly fuck mate… self-control? PFFFT!” she nudged Fredrick. “Next she’ll say that she doesn’t want Schnee tae sit on her face!”

“HAH! Or… or that she hates mangoes!”

The two continued their giggle fest, all while Midnight had nothing to come back with. All Fredrick heard was her sigh and chuckle her response:

“You two are complete retards and assholes. I love you both.”

Stella ‘yelled’ out the side of her hand:

“GAAAAAY!”

And Fredrick was not far behind his wife:

“Das fuckin’ GAAAAAY!”

Everyone devolved into some measure of high-pitched laughter, though Fredrick did notice one thing in particular… which had a much more apparent meaning when juxtaposed to Midnight’s impending heat.

“Don’t worry, I fully forgive you~. All jokes aside, now it all makes sense. As well as your rather… interesting choice of clothes, I must say. On the prowl for some uhhh… ‘cock and poon?’” he teased.

Stella gave him an almost revolted look.

“Did ya just say ‘cock and poon’ in the same fuckin’ phrasing like it’s a goddamn cereal at the fuckin’ supermarket, ya fuckin’ reprobate?”

He shrugged defensively.

“Hey! It was the only thing I could come up with on the fly that I thought sounded clever! Even though clearly it wasn’t…”

Fredrick felt himself nudged off balance, stumbling out of step as Midnight playfully shoved him. His laughter continued as he then stumbled clumsily back into line, and wrapped an arm around his mare’s shoulders.

“Hmph! You’re lucky you’re Stella’s human… and cute, I guess~.”

Fredrick shrugged and added rather pointedly:

“Am I wrong though? Not saying ya look bad… quite the contrary! You’re just clearly dressed to hook some tail of some variety. Or maybe not. But you’ve got the uniform for it,” he added the extra tease to the end.

Stella snickered, and to Midnight’s credit, she didn’t exactly disagree with him.

“This is true… though if I’m being completely honest, I’m really only wearing this for the extra firepower for one particular mare that I wanna ‘hook,~’” she so informed them.

Fredrick was impressed. He knew exactly what she meant by that, but before he could respond properly Stella brightened up and weighed in:

“Ahh fuck me that’s right! The whole reason ya wanted tae tag along in the first place, huh? And here I thought you wanted tae hang out with us because ya cared about us. Silly me… should’a remembered that Miss Song here is only after the exceptionally rare…”

As always, Stella had him hooked on where she was going with her words. He already knew this was gonna be hilarious, and he nearly laughed with his first words:

“Oh? And what’s that?”

Stella accented her quips with her telltale smile.

“Specifically… ‘Smol Alemaneian War Vet Pussy.’ T’is a rare commodity in this world—fetches the highest price! But I can clearly see that the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree with you and yer family, Midds~.”

Fredrick cackled again, and Midnight was quick to rise to that in ever-reciprocal, good nature:

“Hah! Oh fuck you, filly! You literally ride cock that’s not of this world every night. Don’t you even talk to me about ‘exceptionally rare,’ hypocrite head-ass!”

And then promptly shoved her forward this time, all while Fredrick nearly choked on his spit for that one. Stella may have always been the funniest light of his life, but Midnight had some quality zingers when they all hung out together.

Fredrick smiled as he bathed in the scene. Stella was as happy as could be, and that bright smile of hers was as enrapturing as the day he first met her. That laughter of hers never failed to send his heart into a flutter, even after years together. Ponyville around them may have been gorgeous, what with all the lushness of the surrounding fields and forest, along with the cloudless sky above them… and even the populace was gorgeous!

But in his objective opinion, Stella reigned supreme in her beauty.

He would take no further input on this. AMA over.

This also brought him back to Stella’s words on the matter, and reminded him that, yes, apparently Schnee had captivated Midnight so much since before the wedding, that she wanted to pursue things forward. From what he had heard from Stella in passing, the two agreed to finally sort of see where things went between them.

Finally!

To him, this meant they were more in an exploratory ‘dating’ phase rather than a proper item. But from what else he had heard the two ‘got up to…’ he could safely say the two of them were well-past the awkward ‘dating’ aspect.

Ergo, a nice little hangout that was gonna be between the three of them, had a fourth added to it when Midnight asked to tag along so she could see the Flower Mare as well. They were all happy to have her along for the ride, and Schnee herself was quite ecstatic at the proposal as well, and was immediately willing to accommodate.

And so, most of the gang would be back together after a hot minute.

Stella continued her rowdy giggling as they walked, and brought him out of his thoughts when she continued the conversation:

“Aye… but I don’t think there’ll be too much trouble of her openin’ her legs to ye again! I mean… look at ye! I’ll admit, ya look pretty fuckin’ hot right now,” she said.

And then nudged Fredrick’s arm, then wrapped her arms around his midsection, leaning on him.

“Doesn’t she?”

He took another ‘free’ glance at Midnight before he, indeed, agreed wholeheartedly. He confidently rattled off:

“Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! All jokes aside, Midds, you’re rockin’ it out today! Those clothes fit your figure fuckin’ perfectly. Not to mention matching your eyes and your mane, as always. Absolutely hot, just like this one here said!” he agreed, smiling.

Apparently hearing that from the two of them was wholly welcome, and Midnight’s face seemed to color a bit through the veil of her hand she was presently giggling into. Further, it looked like those lusty eyes of hers—further accented by the impending onset of her heat—had made a triumphant return as she gazed back at them. Fredrick could see exactly why anyone who glanced into those pools could potentially be unintentionally smitten.

“Wow, Freddie… you know just what to say to a girl~. Stella, are you really okay with him flirting expertly with other mares like this~?”

Stella had no answer to that than to start cracking up laughing again… which, in and of itself, was all the answer that needed to be told. Fredrick lost count of how many times the two of them just sat back, pony-watched, and admired mares and stallions for their looks… as well as their various physical features. As Stella had so-hilariously put it, it was their personal time to sit and ‘objectify pretty ponies together.’

In the end, neither had to really ‘prove’ their devotion to each other, nor how hot they found the other party. It was just trivial.

Fredrick rolled his eyes again, though his confident smile never waned.

“Hey, Stella asked for an opinion, and I gave it! Would’ve been the same if you asked, Midds. Got no issue speaking to the truth.”

Stella had his back fully on that:

“Fuckin’ agreed, mate!” she exclaimed. “But aye. Schnee’s gonna love the look, I fuckin’ know it! You’ll swoon the adorable little flower yet!”

Midnight lidded her gaze sultrily.

“Careful, you two…~” she began. “It’s a lot easier to bed me unintentionally right now~.”

The couple chuckled at her words, though Fredrick and Stella—arms linked once more—shared a knowing look. And the soundless sparkles in each other’s eyes were reminiscent of some lewder conversations about their friends.

Stella leaned in to Fredrick’s ear and whispered:

“Them tits and ass, though… in that fuckin’ getup…”

Fredrick replied with a wide-eyed, deep-nodding, full agreement.

“Oh abso-fuckin’-lutely,” he replied, chuckling, then further followed up whispering into her ear:

“Sounds like you’re horny, too…~”

Stella giggled huskily as she added an extra, lusty rasp to her whisper:

“Oi love, that’s just the secret with me: I’m always horny. Ye should know this by now~…”

“Mmm~. Oh I do, believe me. Just somehow surprises me every time. Careful babe… you’re starting to sound a teeny bit like Midnight right now~…”

Stella purred, and upped the teasing ante with a lewd counter:

“Aye? You’d fuckin’ like that, huh?”

“Girl, you best shut your mouth or I’ll shut it for you,” he teased right back.

And that broke them completely, especially when Stella responded with a grossly exaggerated ‘uuuuuunnnhhhh!’.

The two devolved into a silent laughter amongst themselves but were quickly interrupted when Midnight cut right in… by inserting her face between the two of them and wrapping her arms around both their shoulders again.

“Hey now… if you two are sharing lewd thoughts, you better tell them to my face and not just keep ‘em to yourself with whispers~,” she cooed.

Stella answered succinctly for the two of them:

“Wife and husband privilege, lass! State secrets are given out at our discretion~.”

The rest of the journey to Schnee’s house was just as eventful as the arrival, replete with continued banter between Stella and Midnight in their usual fashions. Though Fredrick was keen on slinging some shit and taking it in return on occasion, he was more focused on taking in the sights of Ponyville… home of the Elements of Harmony and so many other pivotal events in very recent Equestrian history.

He couldn’t imagine how… it really seemed like a lovely, medium-sized town, by pony standards at least. If the Princesses themselves hadn’t confirmed it, he wouldn’t have believed in the slightest that such cataclysmic events all centered themselves around these stretches of unassuming land.

What was decidedly not unassuming was when Fredrick could spot Schnee’s house right when they turned down the final street. He had never been, much like he had never been to Ponyville… but from what he knew about the Flower Mare, he figured he had a pretty good idea which house was hers on this street. The defining features only became more captivating as the trio further approached.

He would’ve been forgiven for mistaking her house proper for any of the others on the street, but the gargantuan garden out front gave her home away entirely. As he expected, just around the fence of her front yard was a multicolor display of some of the most gorgeous, well-tended flowers he had ever seen. He was no floral expert, but something about the variety and precision in which they grew from the immaculately prepared soil and grass stood out to him.

And then he noticed the giant, wooden skeleton that encapsulated the entire front yard. In what he would have likened to the support structures of a proper greenhouse sans any glass, vines and stems criss-crossed their way up the wood. The result: a beautifully harmonious display of various flowers not seen together in nature—an unnatural diversity that somehow managed to come to life in the most natural ways possible. Everywhere he turned, he had more flowers staring at him.

And the smell—the smells, actually. How they just blended together in such a strong, commanding, yet contenting scent that put most perfumes to shame. That’s when he noticed the small list prices that hung from various stems and sets. He jogged his brain a bit in recollection.

Of course. She’s The Flower Mare, after all.

This was Schnee’s job… and if it was any indication of the expert display-work that evoked such feelings from him, she adored her work. This was probably the strongest he ever felt about floral arrangements… considering it completely toppled his attention to whatever conversation had been taking place as they walked up to Schnee’s front door.

He knew exactly who to come to if he wanted to drown Stella in flowers, if only just to inconvenience her in the funniest ways. In fact, that was exactly what he was gonna do.

Stella’s voice brought him back to the present once she knocked on the door… one that was extraordinarily forest-green with a few pink, painted flowers on it, along with the Alemaneian word for ‘welcome’ in gothic-like script.

“…don’t ya think, love?”

“What was that, babe?” asked Fredrick.

The door then swung inward, revealing the perfect, wide smile of the mare whom they all came to see.

“Hallo, alle! Herzlich willkommen!” she greeted, and everyone understood those words, even if they didn’t speak the language.

She then hurriedly ushered everyone inside, vehemently waving her hand inward.

“Come in! Come in everyone! So good to see you all again!!!” she squee’d.

“Aye! Great tae see ya, love!”

“Hello you gorgeous flower as always, you~!”

“Ayyyyyy, thanks, Schnee! So great to see you again, too!”

Everyone happily obliged, and lots of good-natured yelling and greetings were exchanged as they single-filed their way past the doorway threshold. Schnee made sure to hug each one of them as they passed by her and into her living room, and when he followed up the group, he was no exception: Schnee threw her arms around his neck with a cute squee… and Fredrick was all too happy to embrace her around her waist.

The somewhat baggy t-shirt and leggings looked positively marvelous on her… and it wouldn’t be her purview without the pattern of some flowers lining the chest. It was certainly a more comfort-focused look that was par for the course for everyone, really. Nevertheless, she looked positively stunning as always.

Their hug seemed to linger a smidge onto the line of propriety, which was partially his fault. He shook his head as he joined everyone else in the living room.

Sheesh. Stella’s and Midds’ upcoming heats and horniness are probably rubbing off on me. Christ.

What’s more, Fredrick noticed a smell.

Schnee’s home smelt delicious of course, and the intermingling floral scents had their best way with his sense of smell. But even then, there was another scent that seemed… oddly familiar. He couldn’t place it, yet it seemed to welcome him like an old friend. It was just present enough to notice, yet it lingered on the periphery of his sense if he tried to isolate it… just enough out of figurative range.

No sense dwelling on it.

Though, what really stood out to him this time was the lack of mass below her right bicep. Once his eyes adjusted, it all made sense. Schnee had greeted them all without the ‘rest of her arm,’ as it were. Other than the one time that she got him good by having him accidentally yank her prosthetic off, he couldn’t recall another time when she was in public without it, and especially in front of him. He figured she probably didn’t care too much now, but to him it seemed like a bit of an honor to see her without ‘being whole,’ in some sense.

That or he was being retarded as usual and reading way too much into the situation. Yeah, that was probably it.

Stella threw herself onto Schnee’s couch and stretched out rather inappropriately while Midnight stood off to the side to wait for their host.

“Ahhhh… fuckin’ hell I love yer place, Schnee. Fuckin’ safehouse in Ponyville, lemme tell ya,” she remarked.

Fredrick gingerly picked her legs off the couch and moved them to the ground without giving Stella any choice in the matter so he could properly sit down. Stella responded by just throwing her legs back onto his lap, anyway.

His eyes quickly scanned over the walls and the furnishings all the while. Paintings of nature, a few pony figures he didn’t recognize, as well as a couple medals that hung over the fireplace that he wasn’t familiar with—likely war-related. What was the common theme were flowers. Flowers in vases and were hung up everywhere.

“Heh, first time here and I gotta say—you have a lovely home, Schnee!” he smiled.

Schnee blushed as she closed the door and stood in the foyer. Her cheeks cutely colored crimson.

“Hehe… oh thank you so much, Freddie! You’re really much too kind~,” she replied.

Midnight stepped forward to respond for him:

“And he speaks the truth! As we always know him to,” she said, then cupped the Flower Mare’s cheek with her right hand… a gesture that Schnee blushed even more profusely at, but in no way pulled away from.

“Nice to see you again, little flower~,” Midds added, and leaned in to nuzzle the mare.

Schnee giggled, returning the nuzzle wholeheartedly.

“Hehe, gleichfalls~.”

Midnight giggled in kind, and promptly left the mare standing to kick back on the sofa opposite of Fredrick and Stella. The porcelain-coated mare still sported a blush to rival some of her flowers as she announced to everyone:

“So… would you lovelies like some tea before we go have lunch?”

Schnee was the master of tea for the group, so the answer was a resounding yes from the three of them.

Apparently, she had already had an entire flight at the end of brewing. She just skipped into the kitchen and brought back a full ensemble on a tray, fresh and ready to drink… also equipped with her prosthetic this time. The smol gal gracefully glided on her hooves as she expertly set the table in front of them.

And once all that was taken care of, she cutely plopped down on the opposite sofa right next to Midnight.

Tea was served, and some proper unwinding could be done before they inevitably headed out again for lunch… and whatever else was going on today. Fredrick wasn’t too sure on that front.

A pleasant, resting smile fell upon his features either way, and in taking the first sip of the expertly brewed floral tea in his hands, reclined back into the couch. What he did know was that no matter what happened today, anything involving these mares was bound to be a great time, if experience was anything to go by.

His thoughts were brushed aside when Schnee cut her rather animated conversation to announce to everyone:

“Oh! Before I forget. For today…” she began, then sat her teacup down with an excited smirk, brimming with cutesy glee.

“…I would love to take you all to lunch. That’s my treat and nopony else’s, ja? After that, we can do whatever we like… but I will have that honor!” she declared.

And absolutely no one challenged her on that. And even if Fredrick wanted to, he knew that look in her eyes: she’d kill him, or anyone who dared.

He wisely smiled right back and replied:

“Okay! Sounds great to me! After that… did anyone figure out what they even wanted to do? I’m up for whatever.”

Stella brightened up.

“Oh! Heard there was that new bar that opened up here! We can go there fer dinner if everypony’s alright with that…”

Schnee nodded in sudden recollection.

“Ja! I remember! I haven’t tried it yet, so I’m great with that!”

Fredrick had no complaints on his end—really, he wasn’t picky. He was just happy to have the gang mostly back together. With that wordlessly settled, Midnight weighed in as well with her usual, oddly erotic flair:

“Also, let’s switch things up a bit…~” she began. “You know, Ponyville’s home to one of Equestria’s largest prop and costume superstores. And we can totally just book a photoshoot in the back. Dress up and be shitheads. I think it could be fun…~”

Now that was certainly different, but in no way unexciting, though Fredrick had more than a few questions.

“Wait… really? Ponyville’s like, an eighth the size of Canterlot. Maybe a bit less. What the hell’s the criteria for a super store that they felt the need to expand here?” he asked.

Stella shrugged, though Schnee speculated on an answer:

“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if Frau Pinkie Pie is responsible for half the sales.”

Fredrick was willing to accept that—it made the most sense in his eyes, even if it raised more questions about the Element of Laughter than answers.

“Fair ‘nuff.”

With that, he was able to turn his attention fully to the idea itself proposed by Midnight. Fredrick’s inner child was beginning to bloat his diaphragm, and he hazarded a glance at Stella… who then mirrored his face identically once they locked eyes.

“Down!”

“Soooo fuckin’ down!”

Schnee looked like she had some wheels turning in her head too… though that energetic smile of hers never once waned.

“Sounds fun to me! So… lunch, take an easy walk through the town and digest on our way over to the… what is it… photoshooting? Then we end with dinner und drinks!” Schnee put forth the itinerary for the day.

She then pointed at everyone:

“And you all are staying overnight, ja?”

Stella always had something cheeky to say:

“Aye, assumin’ that offer’s still on the table if we don’t annoy the piss outta ye all day… I won’t be offended it you tell us tae fuck off, love.”

Schnee giggled cutely into her right hand.

“I don’t think that’ll be an issue…” she said, then gazed over and up at Midnight’s face.

“For any of you, really.”

Stella shrugged, still smiling knowingly.

“Then we’ll head back tae Canterlot in the mornin’, as we had already planned.”

Fredrick nodded once, thoroughly excited.

“Sounds settled to me!” he said, then took a whale-sized gulp of the tea that had finally cooled off to an acceptable amount.

He damn-near touched off the cup like a shot of alcohol, as he just couldn’t help himself at this point.

The conversation turned to topics where three mares started going about something that he wasn’t particularly well-versed in… which meant that he could help himself to more tea that was laid out on the coffee table. He’d be getting his caffeine fix whether anyone liked it or not. It was a good thing too, because Fredrick was starting to feel a little light-headed, and he wasn’t sure why.

Probably still a little groggy from this morning.

Then, after taking another deep breath, it hit him. He froze in position, and his eyes widened, but thankfully no one seemed to notice his sudden change in demeanor.

He understood now.

The familiarity of that ‘mystery’ scent that seemed to accent the edges of his sense of smell came flooding back into his immediate memory:

‘Heat Scent.’

He knew it smelled familiar. It was the same scent that Stella would emit when she was deep in her cycle. Though, this one was a smidge different. There was a much more floral accent.

It was Schnee.

Fredrick understood fully that the smol mare was probably up to her waist in her cycle if he could notice this. The others had to have known by now. There was no way he was the only one privy to this smell… but he sure as shit wasn’t gonna be the one to bring it to everyone’s attention.

So, he elected to just let it be, and turned his attention back to the original mission: more tea.

Schnee herself seemed to encourage this fully, as her face brightened like the nightlights in Canterlot when she saw him going for more. She urged him on while Midnight drew her attention elsewhere. Didn’t need to tell him twice… he would mix every single one of these teas together to create a super brew.

He’d be so coked up on caffeine, he’d be awake for days. Hell, from what he had tasted, Fredrick had half a mind to break open the tea bags and snort a line of tea off Stella’s tits and/or ass!

THIS IS SO GODDAMN GOOD.

He wasn’t sure how long he was engrossed in just tea—the British part of him was going absolutely insane, all to the white noise of Schnee’s and Midnight’s animated conversation. However long it happened to be, Stella brought him out of his tea-induced daydream when she silently nudged him.

Mouth full to capacity with another sip, he still gave his mare his full attention. He met her eyes questioningly, almost offended that she’d rip him from his indulging. He offered up a raised eyebrow when he caught a knowing glint in those golden eyes of hers.

She smirked and wordlessly gestured over towards the other couch.

He followed her fingers, and as expected, the taller and smol-er mares were deeply invested in some enthralling conversation he hadn’t really been listening to. But one thing that he did notice, thanks to Stella ‘looking out’ for him, was Midnight literally leaning into Schnee’s words.

And as a result, her position was just pure cleavage. He was struck at how much boobage this mare was actually capable of, and combined with her choice of outfit?

Christ… why??

Schnee, as well, had curled her legs up under her, and in her leggings, that cute butt of hers was pretty much just facing him by this point, only occasionally veiled by the excited swishing of her tail.

It was all, dare he say, a little more than ‘kinda hot,’ if he was being completely honest with himself. And if Stella pointed that out, too… clearly she thought the same. The two tended to have similar tastes in mares when they would pony-watch.

Fredrick had to go right back to his tea, out of both respect for his friends and his internal temperature. But before he did, he glanced back at his wife and whispered a simple:

“Niceeeeeee. Thanks for lookin’ out, sweets,” he returned her coy smirk and a wink.

But of course, as he went in for another sip, Stella had to layer on more of her usual teasing after she giggled:

“Bet ye wouldn’t mind gettin’ all nice an’ cozy in between ‘em on that couch~,” she said whilst running her fingers over his thigh.

And that was enough for him to bring his face up from the brim of the teacup and give her a blank stare. She nearly lost her shit from his expression alone, though thankfully she managed to catch herself before Schnee and Middy became aware of the idea that the two of them were outright perving on them.

After all, were you really best friends if you didn’t perv on each other?

Her borderline-bursting was infectious though, and he quickly found himself needing to rein his laughter in. Even so, he managed to put forth a rather obvious observation:

“Good god, girl… sounds like you’re horny as fuck already, too! Fuck’s sake your heat’s gonna be pretty goddamn brutal when it hits!”

He took another sip of tea before adding:

“Might need one of those libido potions that Luna keeps trying to recommend to me during such times. Maybe even that refractory reduction one, too!” he joked.

Stella continued to surprise him.

“Way ahead of ya, love~. I know the exact ones! I was able tae procure one of each just fer the occasion. Y’know… just in case me heat struck in full force outta fuckin’ nowhere and we needed tae high-tail it to a fuckin’ hotel like, immediately,” she explained.

Fredrick was struck with disbelief as to how far-ahead she had thought about all of this, and the sheer absurdity of it all nearly doubled him over in laughter. He had to keep a lid on it though, lest he give away the conversation to the other two here and find the need to explain what the whole fuss was about.

But he had the clarity to add in a few observations of his own:

“You’re ever the prepared one when it counts, aren’t you, babe? Sounds like you’re the one getting all worked up being amongst me and two of our hot friends. Though to be fair…”

He leaned in a little closer so he could whisper:

“…so am I. Fuck you all very much for this,” he voiced his struggle.

Stella batted her eyelashes a couple times, leaning in for good measure so Fredrick could get a nice view of her own magnificent breasts. The coy glint in her golden pools was as enticing as the day he met her.

“Maybe that was part of the plan all along… tae get ya aaaaaall riled up in time fer when me heat does strike. Ever think of that, love~?”

Fredrick pursed his lips, having never broken eye-contact with his mare, and just idly shook his head in mock disapproval of her antics. Such a reaction earned a hearty giggle from Stella… and Fredrick’s face further warmed when she closed the distance and pressed her lips to his for a quick little kiss.

One he eagerly returned in kind.

Somepony clearing their throat garnered both their attentions though, and the two looked back over the table towards their friends on the other couch. Before the next words even left Schnee’s mouth, Fredrick already suspected that the two mares across from him knew something that he didn’t. The tiniest, barely-perceptible differences in their sweet smiles told him everything.

But what that thing was, he couldn’t place. Did they hear his and Stella’s conversation just now? Did they know that he knew of Schnee’s… situation? He wasn’t sure. And he wasn’t really keen on asking to find out.

Schnee announced:

“Are we all ready for lunch?”

Stella answered for the both of them:

“Aye! We’re all set! Shall we?”

“Ja! Los gehts! Gimme just thirty seconds to change into something more… comfortable.”

“Hehe, good! I’m hungry~.”

True to her word, Schnee disappeared and re-emerged just about half a minute later… though in much more ‘revealing’ clothes in the form of a beautiful, yellow sundress in place of her lounging clothes. The change was well-received by all.

Art by: Me!

Stella then patted Fredrick’s leg, and he took that as his cue to stand up with her. He neatly placed his teacup and the used teabags on the serving tray for later, easier disposal before they all started making their way back towards the front door.

He wasn’t privy to whatever the gaggle of girls were suddenly talking about, but what brought him into the conversation immediately as he passed the threshold to the outdoors was what happened next:

He yelped when he distinctly felt both of Stella’s hands slap his ass… and then promptly felt all ten of her fingers digging into his cheeks, pushing him onward.

Fredrick dared look behind him at a hungry looking Stella, who had zero intention of releasing his butt from her clutches.

“Uhhh… girl, do you mind?”

“Love, if ya didn’t want this at all, you have no fuckin’ business goin’ in public with all this ass! Just fuckin’… mmph! All double-cheeked up on a Saturday afternoon, innit? Got all this fuckin’ cake! Me workouts fer ya have been doin’ some bakin’~!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, woman…”

“You absolutely love it, Fredrick~.”

“You bet both yours and my ass that I love it!”

Schnee and Midnight launched into another laughing fit as the Flower Mare shut her front door.

[A Little Later…]

Lunch was... delicious. 
 
A nice little family-owned cafe with outdoor seating right by a lush garden was just what the doctor in his head ordered. The fresh air cooling his already-warm face from the young day’s events was a welcome addition to some Vitamin D from the plentiful, yet comfortable sunshine to balance it all out. What made it all perfect for him was just hanging out in the middle of his friends—all of whom were gorgeous on the eyes, themselves. 
 
The fact that he also managed to stuff down the greatest club sandwich he had ever had was just the greatest bonus. Stella also let him run his hand over her powerful thigh, like, the entire time.

Fredrick was in a very good mood, all things considered.

Probably helped that he was drugged up on so much caffeine, too, to the point where his leg was fidgety… so it worked in his favor when they all left to take a leisurely stroll to help with digesting.

And while they all took a detour through the picturesque Ponyville Park, Fredrick was graced with the holiest of sights: Schnee all happy and giggly, excitedly prancing through the grass and flowers. Hell, at one point Midnight flat out pushed her into the grass, and Schnee became the giggliest mare amongst the flowers and greenery.

The poor man didn’t think he could witness the physical manifestation of wholesomeness and cuteness of that caliber, yet he was still standing even though he felt like he was gonna keel over. That sundress certainly added the extra allure that was good for absolutely no one’s arteries.

Stella was in identical straits. Still the same wavelength. Still the single brain cell they were sharing.

God he loved his mare.

But what was still somehow wholesome to see was how she and Midnight interacted with one another in public. Fredrick expected it to be a one-sided lewd-fest, with Midnight just attempting to get her hands on Schnee in the less-than-appropriate ways while the smaller mare merely put up with her advances.

Nope. Well, that did happen but it was by no means a significant portion of their interactions.

In another subversion of his expectations, the two were practically frolicking together in the grass. In fact, whenever he managed to see Midnight get a little close and handsy, Schnee would accept all her gestures with often literal open arms. By the time they had passed entirely through the park, they were hand-in-hand for a good while.

That shit was way too goddamn wholesome for him… almost. One thing was for sure: they definitely didn’t start out like this before the wedding, so some progress had certainly been made since. He still wasn’t personally sure when—if ever—they would take the final leap but hey, as long as it worked for them, that’s all that mattered.

All these thoughts were running in parallel lanes in his head as they were on the final leg of their easy trek to the Prop Center. Everyone was just in a much more buoyant and talkative mood once the food had digested somewhat, coupled with some of the freshest air imaginable.

Fredrick was eventually brought out of the thoughts of what he’d wear when he heard Midnight and Stella arguing… again. He could tell from the tone that it was absolutely nothing to worry about… and the topic was a bit obscured due to their accents which seemed to get heavier as they descended further into stupidity and grandiose gesticulations with their arms and upper bodies.

Pointless, as nature intended. All was right with the world.

But back in reality, this meant that he had a little pseudo alone-time with Schnee, as she also opted to just sit out Stella’s and Midds’ conversation. Smirking, he glanced down at her… and he immediately realized that her dress, combined with his height over her, gave him some lovely views that didn’t just involve her pretty eyes.

He didn’t stare, though. Hell, he didn’t even get the chance to stare when Schnee immediately felt eyes upon her and met his gaze in kind. Bright-eyes and bright-smile ever as captivating, she blurted in rather out-of-the-blue fashion:

“Hallo!”

His smile curled a little more over the backdrop of Midnight and Stella raising their voices at each other.

“Hey, you!”

Unexpectedly—though, in light of the circumstances, he probably should’ve expected some measure of this—Schnee exuberantly threw herself onto him. She threw her arms around his neck and hung her entire bodyweight off him while she cutely swung her legs.

“It’s been too long since we’ve seen each other!” she managed through her boisterous super hug.

Fredrick, startled at the sudden bout of affection, sure as hell didn’t mind the attention after a couple seconds. He eagerly returned the gesture with his arms around her waist as tightly as she hugged him. He’d gladly support her in the position for as long as she wished to remain.

“Heh, it’s only been a couple months since the wedding but… I guess that’s a bit long, I suppose. Stella’s been busy since we got back from the honeymoon. But it’s always fun to see you, Schnee,” he mentioned.

And at this point, he reacquainted himself with just how smol Schnee was. She was much heavier than she looked for certain, on account of the muscle she sported on her smaller frame… but she in no way weighed as much as Stella… or even Midnight.

He found that one out during a drunken bet that he couldn’t pick Midnight up bridal style like he could with Stella. His legs nearly gave out that night, and that’s when he knew he needed to train them up more.

Regardless, his thoughts suddenly meandered that she was only slightly heavier than Vona most likely. He could easily ‘toss her around’ if he had half a mind for it.

He quickly shook his head clean of those thoughts… even if they were pleasant.

Goddamn heat smell.

Probably didn’t help that Stella and Midnight in their own impending states were having some manner of effect on him as well.

“I bet!” Schnee replied, letting herself fall back to her hooves. Fredrick released his hold on her, subsequently. “Busy mare! Climbing the ranks of the noble Guard!”

She giggled.

Fredrick chuckled in kind, and tossed a glance Stella’s way. She and Midnight were, impressively, on their tenth minute of straight-up arguing while they remained in synchronized step. He could’ve sworn he heard her call Midnight a ‘daft cunt’ for the fourth time.

He sighed dreamily.

“Yeah… she’s doing really well. I try to tell her a lot, but I really don’t think she knows how proud of her I am~.”

Schnee calmly, confidently lay her small, ceramic hand on his forearm.

“Trust me… with how I see you look at her, I think she knows and feels it just by your face alone,” she said.

Then promptly followed up with a knowing quip:

“I’m sure it also helps that she’s very very pretty to look at~,” she winked, then giggled yet again.

He blushed on Stella’s behalf… because it was completely true. He scored well above his ceiling with her.

Stella’s laughter may have been his drug, among other things about her. But Schnee’s giggly personality was a downright contagious disease that he didn’t exactly mind catching when it made the rounds. Thus, he joined her… though he hadn’t much choice when it was further complimented by that ever-cute sundress and her arm… which gave her that badass accent to her entire form.

Nevertheless, he was more than inclined to agree with Schnee’s assessment. He added a little extra on top with the confidence high he was sporting at the moment:

“Heh, you’re telling me! Though… it’s nice to hear that from a friend who happens to also be, as you say, ‘very very pretty to look at,’” he smirked.

The reaction was instant, and just as he expected, Schnee blushed fiercely… followed up by an even higher pitched round of giggling from her. She even bounced subtly on the tips of her hooves.

This mare was gonna put him in the ground, and Stella might not appreciate that. She’d understand, but definitely not appreciate it.

When she finally composed herself again, her question was simple… but fully weighted and accented by her ‘condition’ that Fredrick was all-too aware of:

“And just when did you get so smooth, Herr Himmelreich~?”

The fulfilled, validated smile on her face and tongue-in-cheek humming of a mare pleased with herself let him in on the larger picture.

He smirked and shrugged.

“Heh, didn’t think I was being that smooth but sheeiiit… okay hehe. And no idea!” he played along. “My guess is that Stella’s rubbed off on me over the years. Got me a little out of my shell…

“Or at least I fuckin’ hope!”

Schnee didn’t provide an answer to that… with words, at least. In another pleasant yet fully odd surprise to him, she threw her arms back around his midsection. She then hummed out serenely as she leaned herself against his left side fully while they walked.

While Fredrick instinctively raised both his arms when she so brazenly violated his personal space, she was a close friend so it was a most welcome intrusion. He helped support her via her waist so they could both remain comfortable while they strolled along. And he most certainly didn’t mind the feel of her chest pressing into him.

Nope.

Not at all.

Not in the slightest.

At some point, he was gonna let go of her automatically to make sure that he didn’t stray too far from the realm of propriety, especially with her current condition…

…but Stella forcing herself under his right arm, and her cheek excitedly brushing against his, put a damper on those plans. She made sure he was now sandwiched between two mares.

Apparently she and Midnight finished their argument on amicable terms… because of course she’d manage to butt right back in when Schnee is practically snuggling his midsection.

“The fuck is all this here, mate? You better be givin’ me priority lovin’, ya twat!” she teased.

Fredrick let his laughter get the better of him, and held her even closer so he could plant the wettest kiss on her lips. He even slipped a teeny bit of tongue in there for good measure, and with the way Stella moaned at the act, she certainly loved it.

And upon separating, he confidently asserted:

“You are my highest priority, my love—and you know good and well that you have all my heart…”

It was Stella’s turn for her eyes to go lovingly wide, along with a deep, red blush to fall across her cheeks. Her pupils practically turned to hearts. To which, Fredrick promptly ruined by following up with:

“…you slag.”

And that set her off into near-choking laughter. It was all in excellent fun between the two of them, and Stella then went in for another kiss that Fredrick eagerly returned. By that point, her own chest was pressed snuggly into his right side. He could practically feel his ribcage nestled in between her ‘girls.’

That’s when he realized that he had lost track of Midnight… and his eyes then widened considerably when he promptly regained track of her upon the feeling of another nice rack pressing against his upper back and back of his neck.

“Are we all getting in on a group hug? Don’t you dare forget about me~,” she damn-near cooed whilst wrapping both her arms around the lot of them, much to Schnee’s and Stella’s giggly exuberance.

While wholly unexpected that events evolved into this, Fredrick was by no means in dire straits. It was a treat to have three beautiful mares—one he called his wife, and the others he happily called great friends—all nice and nestled together with him at the center. Not only was it lovely feeling three sets of boobs of assorted sizes pressed into him, it was just so warm. T’was a warmth that found its way into his core and heated his body on an ethereal level.

He sighed.

It was… nice.

In a way, sans Highground, Sveta, and a few of the Guards he had made friends with, he felt this was a resurrection of a full friend group that he had lost once he was forcibly transplanted here…

…apart from the boobs.

In a way, he finally came to terms with how wonderful it was to finally ‘be whole again,’ as it were.

“Not that I’m complaining…” Fredrick finally voiced. “But y’all are affectionate as fuck today! What’s the occasion?”

Silence. And he knew for a fact that the three of them heard his question. But once that smell—that smelly smell that smelled amazingly alluring—graced his nose again, he knew he had his answer. Even more so when he could hear the vestiges of over-affectionate, horny giggles about to erupt.

He rolled his eyes, sighing again in good humor.

“Actually, don’t answer that. I think I’ve got a preeeeeetty good idea.”

Laughter erupted regardless, and the three finally released him from their combined holds, though Fredrick kept his hand fused with Stella’s for the rest of the trek. Still, Fredrick couldn’t exactly shake the feeling that there was something at play in the background. That, like with many times before, Stella had managed to pull a sneaky on him and punk him in some brilliant way that usually ended well.

Not that he really had anything to fear. His intuition hadn’t failed him recently, but he’d just be ready for the figurative pie to smash into his face at some point today.

This mare was… up to something.

[A Little While Later…]

It didn’t take long for the group to come up on Ponyville’s shopping outlet, situated just on the outskirts of the expanding town center. It was nothing like Fredrick had experienced back on Earth, which made sense, but for the size of Ponyville, it was sufficiently large and crowded with the hustle and bustle of other ponies going about their business that it still managed to surprise him.

And front and center was their destination: ‘Cost and Prop.’ He sorta got what they were going for, but in his naïve opinion, he figured they could’ve come up with a better name than that.

Fredrick didn’t dwell any further on it when Stella yanked him by the elbow inside with the rest of the group, and the ‘super store’ itself was just as he had expected: aisles upon aisles of set props, full costumes, costume pieces, and raw materials for making either of these for DIY projects. He was by no means a creative type, but his aforementioned inner child was already conjuring ideas.

And after they all checked in at the front service center and got set up with their back room, the four of them decided to take thirty minutes to split up and gather whatever they wanted for their photoshoot. They had two hours, a private room, and a professional camera to use to their heart’s content, with the ability to buy the pictures after the fact… which Fredrick would absolutely be doing.

This was gonna be fun. Especially when everyone was fueled by their own excitement, and a teeny bit of alcohol that was had with lunch.

After a little while, everyone had gathered what they wanted, at least for the first round of shooting. Midnight stepped back into the room with some clothes folded in her arms.

“Sorry that took a while… but I’m all set~,” she said.

Fredrick smiled widely.

“Awesome! We’ve all got our stuff, so I guess all that’s left is… who goes first?” he asked.

Stella wordlessly turned to him.

As did Midnight.

As did Schnee.

And he deadpanned.

“…really, girls?”

Stella slapped her hand to the top of his back.

“You fuckin’ brought it up, cunt! Whoever smelled it, fucked it! Guess yer it, love~,” she so eloquently put it, then patted him a few times.

“I agree with Stella~,” said Midnight. “I really wanna see you all dressed up~.”

Schnee was in full agreement.

“Ja! Go on then!” she shooed him towards the dressing room.

With arms crossed, he rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.

“Fiiiiine. Gimme a second,” he said.

With his ‘equipment’ in hand in a basket that he had left on the ground, he made his way over to the dressing room. As he stripped down and promptly replaced his clothes with his costume pieces, he smirked to himself—he was sure he wasn’t gonna be the highlight of the show, but there was one thing he knew for sure: Stella was gonna love his choice.

Not more than a minute and a half later, Fredrick threw the dressing room door open… and emerged in a full charcoal suit. This in and of itself wasn’t entirely special, since he had to wear suits for his role in the Ministry. What was a nice little accent and addition was both the flower carnation on his breast pocket, as well as the thicc cigar in one hand and a pistol in the other—both fake.

The old-timey hat atop his combed hair—which likely ruined it—was the cherry on top of the whole ensemble. He felt pretty complete with the whole getup… and he had half a mind to schedule an appointment with a tailor when he got back to Canterlot to get it something like this fitted appropriately.

Stepping in front and center of the girls with a show-off, posing saunter, the reaction was invigorating—especially from Stella.

“Well... fuck me mate, in all senses~!” she cooed.

Fredrick lost his composure at that, his legs buckled slightly and he doubled over in laughter.

”Fuck’s sake.. that gets me of all the things you’ve said today??”

The partially exaggerated, and somehow mostly genuine wolf whistling didn’t cease from the other two lovely gals present.

“Lookin’ hot, Freddie~,” Midnight called out. “Nice and submissive~…”

Fredrick cocked an eyebrow so hard it nearly tore a hole through the ceiling.

“Fuckin’… excuse me, Midds?!” he coughed out through further stifled laughter.

Stella also laughed heartily after that, but Fredrick could feel her golden eyes undressing him completely at the moment… and he knew for a fact that if the two of them had this room to themselves, they’d be paying for A LOT more than just for the photoshoot rental. And if she didn’t stop, he thought she was gonna bite clean through her lower lip with how hard her fang was clutching it.

Schnee wasn’t keen to be sidelined in the overly flirtatious chat, either:

“Wie schön, Friedrich~,” she giggled, and Fred thought he could detect a purring edge to her words.

What wasn’t up for debate was when Stella whistled and actually purred at him.

“How ‘bout ya pose fer that camera and give us a proper show, sugartits, innit?”

Fredrick couldn’t contain his laughter by that point anymore, and was practically clearing out his lungs by the time the magical scene changer set up on the wall behind him transitioned. Suddenly, he was front and center in what looked like a brick and metal warehouse, dark and foreboding… a place rife with old-timey gangster activity, at least from his world.

Seemed like the idea was similar here, and Fredrick felt he might as well play the full part as he fell into his first pose:

“Ayyy now look ‘ere, who ya callin’ ‘sugartits,’ see? Here’s what’s actually gonna happen, toots…” he pointed right at Stella with his fake cigar. His impression was terrible, and no one’s face was without cracking smiles on the edge of guffaw right now.

“…yer gonna hike that figurative skirt up and get that ass over here if ya know what’s good fer ya, see~.”

Stella had to relocate at that one. Midnight was having a grand ol’ time, and Schnee looked almost second-hand embarrassed on Stella’s behalf at his antics.

Once his wife had composed himself enough, she got behind the camera and merely shook her head with a wide smile on her face.

“Just… fuckin’ pose ya stupid cunt I fuckin’ love you, mate~.”

And with that, his personal shoot began, and true to his own antics, he made sure to strike the shittiest, most inappropriate poses he could for the character he was playing… much to both Stella’s annoyance and the pleasure of all of them simultaneously. From striking typical Hollywood poses with his gun, to the cigar in his mouth, to aiming said weapon at the camera, the tripod-mounted camera kept snapping under his madmare Stella’s eager shutter finger.

And every time his ass—clad nicely in his borrowed slacks—so much as cocked out a single inch, it evoked joking (and in somewhat genuine) whistles and cheers from the girls… especially Stella, who had not stopped purring since the start. Fredrick’s confidence didn’t exactly mind the stratospheric boost.

Stella stepped back from the camera after taking what seemed like a hundred or so photos, and mockingly wiped her forehead of sweat.

“Whew lad… Fred you fuckin’ better get promoted to a permanent fucking Minister position, I don’t give a fuck if ya gotta fellate some cunt because I want you wearin’ these fuckin’ suits A LOT more than ya do~,” she decreed.

Figuring he was done with his shoot, Fredrick stepped forward off the set and shrugged.

“I mean… there’s really no goddamn point in that if you’re just gonna tear them off me anyway the moment I walk in, soooo…”

“Aye, and? And besides, that’s not entirely true, fucker… I can just gawk as well! Ya ever think I just like lookin’ at you, ya conceited fuck?”

Fredrick mocked her voice:

“OOooh OOkaaAAyy SteLLa~.”

Midnight immediately raised her hand and rapidly stated:

“If she doesn’t tear it off you, I will!”

Fredrick wasn’t exactly surprised at that statement, and with a wide smirk, merely rolled his eyes in her direction.

“Yes. I’m quite sure you’d be there to shoulder that heavy burden for your good friend,” he joked.

Schnee meekly raised her hand and—with a deep blush on her face—added:

“I’ll do it too, if neither are willing…”

Stella’s attempt to keep herself composed died at that instant, and she lost it entirely once more. Midnight’s face morphed into one of prideful shock before she, too, fell in line with Stella. The weight of what Schnee said appeared to fully register with herself, and her entire face seemed to color like the roses she grew before she likewise descended into depraved laughter.

Fredrick just stood there, overdressed, and shaking his head as he watched his wife and close friends be the hot, lovable shitheads they were.

“Y’all are so retarded and I love you,” he huffed, then added. “Not that I’m complaining about all the fawning. I wonder what’s gotten into y’all…~” he asked rhetorically.

“Oi! You shut yer whore mouth! Aye! We’re horny as fuck because of… reasons. Nothin’ tae see here~. Move along, lad!”

Chortling, Fredrick shrugged open-handed as he stepped away from the set. And once he rejoined the group, Midnight stepped forward.

“I wanna go next!” she declared, and then excitedly grabbed Stella’s arm before she could embrace Fredrick. She looked at her, unsure.

“Aye?”

“And you’re coming with me! Nonnegotiable!” Midnight added, and Stella didn’t even get a chance to protest as she was dragged into the dressing room like a caveman claiming a wife.

It all happened so suddenly, and Fredrick just stared at where his wife once stood with their friend. Silence enveloped the room, though that meant he was alone with Schnee once more for the moment. Shrugging again, he smiled as she turned to his other friend, chuckling, as she faced him in kind.

“Well. With that display, I think we’re in for a bit of a treat~,” he wagered.

Schnee seemed to agree.

“Mhmm! I can’t wait… though I have to say…” she began, and Schnee’s little hands smoothed out the lapels on Fredrick’s suit jacket.

He softly smirked at the gesture, and watched her face as she was practically undressing him as well. Poor girl—her heat was probably just wracking her right now. It had to have been torture for her to be out with all of them, and yet, she was keeping it together pretty well all things considered… much better than Stella sexually harassing him on the best of days.

“…you pull a suit off well! You look really… really nice…~” she stumbled on a couple of her words, seemingly supplanting one for another at the last possible minute while her cheeks remained colored.

His turn to blush a smidge. But at the same time, he thought about how to respond… and he evilly decided to go the extra mile…

…because he was an asshole.

“Heh, thanks so much, Schnee. Though I’m sure this won’t even hold a small candle to what you’ve got planned~,” he replied.

Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second, and Fredrick could’ve sworn that her pupils dilated massively at the comment. Nevertheless, he got to witness her face damn-near turn into a red rose whilst retreating into her posture and shimmying in her sundress by virtue of her girly giggles.

“I uhh…” she shied away and averted her gaze. “…just a little something planned, is all. Nothing special~…”

Right on cue, the door to the dressing room unlatched and was unceremoniously thrown open. Where two lovely mares went in, two had emerged just as expected.

Though Fredrick’s eyes expanded like Donkey Kong expanded his dong. He was pretty sure that he heard two sets of fleshy slaps from when his and Schnee’s jaws hit the goddamn floor.

Midnight made herself readily apparent first and foremost, with a tight, form-fitting club dress that Fredrick likened entirely to Jessica Rabbit… with the deep hued crimson red, the subtle sparkle of the fabric, and the rather Norwegian fjord-like, plunging neckline to boot. He wasn’t exactly sure how she managed it in such a short time, but her blonde mane was even pulled back and flowing straight down her shoulders, with a wide bit of her natural bangs covering her left eye.

She was positively stunning. And with that knowing look on her face, combined with the normal confidence she exuded by just existing, she knew this fact fully.

Midnight then added to her overdone allure with an extra sensual edge to her words:

“Now… I believe I’m ready for my shoot~,” she said, then promptly flipped her mane back.

Fredrick could easily hide the fact that his dick began to stir. He wasn’t so sure about poor Schnee, when—glancing back at her—she looked like she was about to pass out from blood flow to her face.

…or simultaneously, egress of blood elsewhere.

Stella quickly followed Midnight up with similar tone:

“As am I~!”

The mare, the myth, the legend herself was dressed in something that Fredrick couldn’t ever recall her having any interest in: one of the pinkest, frilliest dresses accented by thin white fabric over her stomach and chest that made her look exactly like a stereotypical barmaid in some fantasy adventure. Her own perfect chest was nicely framed for sure… but what really stood out was the length of her frilly skirt…

…or rather, the lack thereof.

And he had zero qualms getting hard for his wife. Hell, he figured that if she so much as moved with her natural poise that she normally sported, her ass would be on full display to the group. Her bright, beaming smile brought it all together: she absolutely loved the getup.

Probably more than he did—and he loved it.

She glanced disbelievingly at Midnight.

“And here you thought I’d fuckin’ hate this! Fuck off! I love frilly shit like this, mate!”

Stella gave up a twirl on the tips of her hooves… and as expected, everyone was treated to a sight of the bottom of her ass, barely retaining any modesty with her panties underneath the super short, frilly skirt. The poor man thought he was about to have another coronary incident.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” he managed, and he figured he was gonna start collecting dirt on his tongue from how much it was lolling out of his mouth from the sight.

He followed up with:

“It fits you perfectly, babe! And here you were talking about wanting to tear this suit off me? Girl, you’re lucky we don’t have this room to ourselves~,” he flirted.

Stella purred back in return, ever eager to rise to the occasion. She let her hands wander over her chest, down her stomach, and pressed the fabric of the skirt tightly against her ass as her hands’ journey continued down her thighs.

“Oh aye, now~? Guessin’ ye like how this hugs me curves~…” she replied and offered up a snaggle-fanged smirk to boot.

“Pfft. Understatement of the fuckin’ year,” Fred answered. “I’ll trade you my suit if you let me make your outfit un-hug those curves!”

“Don’t ya fuckin’ threaten me with a great time, ya leaky fuck~.”

He knew exactly what she meant when she referred to him as ‘leaky.’ Stella wasn’t exactly wrong on that front. But beyond that, beyond Stella… there was Midnight. Her very existence at this moment was something that should’ve been inscribed in legends.

My god… that fucking neckline, though.

He didn’t have to say anything out loud. Midnight knew well how she looked, and the look on his face might as well have been a town herald or crier in the 1400s. A single glance back at Schnee—who returned a knowing glance right back at him—told him that they silently arrived at the same conclusion about the copper-coated mare.

As Stella and Midnight got set up, Fredrick leaned over to Schnee and hissed through his smile as inconspicuously as he could:

“These girls are killing me. I swear to god…”

Schnee seemed to almost take offense to that. She scoffed.

“They’re killing you?! Schweinhund, they’re killing me. I’m in the deepest trenches of my heat right now!” she hissed right back.

Fredrick was impressed. He didn’t expect her to acknowledge her condition at all… but then again, it was obvious, even to him. Perhaps especially to him.

He smirked—perhaps a little too smugly.

“Fair point, Schnee. Fair point.”

“Oi! Cock-pockets!” Stella called out, having taken her place right next to Midnight.

Whilst Fredrick and Schnee had been busy gawking and talking, the two had already set up their own scene: a cozy speakeasy-type venue, where both Stella as a barmaid and Midnight as a pseudo-Jessica Rabbit would fit in magnificently.

“You lot got that soddin’ camera up an’ runnin’? We’re fuckin’ ready fer this shit~!”

Fredrick was on the scene and took up his holy, rightful mantle.

“All set! I’d say start looking sexy… but I think you two’ve already got that shit well and covered.”

And with that, the photoshoot began in earnest.

Fredrick took some initial shots of both Stella, such as basic portraits, for starters. Stella couldn’t help but cock her hips out just enough so that the curve of her ass was barely visible in the final shots… but a little imagination would absolutely fill in the rest. By the time he was ready to move on to Midnight, Stella was practically shoving her almost-bare ass into the camera—likely entirely for Fredrick’s own pleasure.

He knew it. She knew it. Hell, Stella could read him like a children’s book by this point. She even winked at him and drew her tongue over her upper lip when she turned around for a final shot: when she hiked the skirt up and pulled her panties a little too tightly against her nethers.

He was probably gonna have to buy these slacks at this point, with the imprint his member was leaving on the fabric already. And as much as he loved the view and made a mental note to buy a few copies of these pictures himself, he figured it was time to move on to Midnight.

True to her character, Middy immediately struck a deep bending pose… which allowed the camera and consequently he and Schnee unfettered viewing access to her equally deep cleavage. Part of him was more impressed that the tight dress managed to keep her ‘all in’ rather than just slip right down, but in a land of magic, even the impossible was somehow possible.

By the end of some of the lewdest pictures he had ever taken of a mare… and making sure that Schnee wasn’t going to pass out from seeing the same things that he was, he snapped the last photo: one where he could’ve sworn she was about to practically pull the cups off her breasts cold-turkey.

Thankfully—or perhaps, unfortunately—that didn’t happen. Schnee promptly stepped forward to direct more complex joint poses while Fredrick dutifully stood behind the camera and just… admired.

More tame poses followed that Fredrick felt were pretty standard, but in light of the outfits and lighting, were just as gorgeous as the others. Leaning their backs against one another, linking arms, Stella holding up a fake beer glass while Midnight grabbed a microphone… simple things.

But then, Schnee’s suggestions became… lewd, much to the pleasant surprise of everyone around her. The madmares just… complied with her suggestions without a single thought thereafter.

And Fredrick thought they’d ask at least a question or two—Stella especially—when Midnight was directed to press herself up against Stella’s back, and then heft her barmaid-uniform-accentuated tits up and high. The same pose was repeated with the two swapping positions right after.

Was this completely in character for the two of them, including his wife?

Yes. One-hundred percent.

Did it still shock him?

Perhaps a little bit.

Was it arousing as all high hell?

Absolutely.

Fredrick had half a mind to chug back those potions at this instant and call in that hotel scheme that Stella had concocted.

Thankfully, the final picture ended just before he could decide on such a course of action.

“Whew!” Stella said, wiping her forehead victoriously. “I think that shit went pretty well!”

“I’ll say!” said Midnight. “I hope you got all the pictures, Freddie~.”

“Oh, you know it!” Fredrick replied. “I don’t think I could’ve missed a single detail of you two even if I wanted to, goddamn. Pretty sure I took over a hundred pictures. Seventy percent of those are probably duplicates from some of y’all’s more… sultry poses~.”

“Perfect~.”

Stella then added:

“I guess that means… yer up, Schnee! Show us what ya got!”

Excitedly blushing, Schnee nodded, grabbed her bag of clothes and ‘equipment,’ and made off for the dressing room with an energetic bound.

“Ja! Ein moment, bitte!”

She closed the door behind her, and with that, Fredrick slunk on up next to Stella and dropped his arm around her waist. At this point, he didn’t care how much all the heat and pre-heat addled mares were affecting him—he just wanted to be as close to Stella as possible right now and dote on her for a little while.

Fredrick then planted a rather wet kiss on her cheek when she threw her arms around him in response, much to her giggly glee.

“God you look so fuckin’ hot in that~. Lemme know if you like the outfit that much and I’ll buy it for you, sweets!” he offered, and nuzzled his nose into her neck.

Oh how much he loved making his hardcore wife blush like the pretty mare she was.

“Heh, mmmm~ I’ll never say no tae this kind of attention if ya do~,” she replied, and then proceeded to melt Fredrick’s heart when she turned his face properly to hers so they could share a kiss.

Midnight cut in before Fredrick could answer properly to that… though what drew his initial attention to her was an odd mixture of a giggle and a needy whine. And when he cocked an eyebrow at her, he could see her pretty much squeezing her legs together nice and tightly.

“Fuck you two are so hot when you’re so cute like that…”

Fred and Stella shared a weird look with one another, then promptly burst into simultaneous laughter.

“PFFT! The fuck does that even mean, lass?!” questioned Stella.

The dressing room door then unlocked, and slowly crept open… and yet, Schnee was not forthcoming from its ajar state.

Midnight called out:

“Uhhh… Schnee? Everything okay?”

A massively shy voice called back:

“…Ja…”

“Are you okay, sweetie? Do you need help?”

“N-No… I think I’m okay. I just think I may not have thought through my choices well…”

Stella was there to the rescue with her own brand of encouragement:

“All good! Just fuckin’ own it, lass. Whatever that shit is, yer gonna absolutely rock it!”

Silence reigned for a few more moments, and that’s when the dressing room door opened further, and Schnee finally emerged, inch by inch. As she finally came more and more into the light, there were now three sets of shattered jaws that had to be dusted up and collected from the floor.

And he was pretty sure that Midnight’s shattered the loudest.

With questionable confidence in the slow, deliberate steps she took, Schnee strutted out of the dressing room with much less clothing than she went in with. In fact, the first thing Fredrick noticed was the fact that he could see her legs…

…her whole-ass legs, along with a few other scars that he had no idea she had.

Speaking of scars, the ones he was aware of were on full display atop her bare midriff, which in turn was framed exquisitely by her choice of simple attire: a size-too-small, snug bikini top, and a bikini bottom, both with a forest-green camo pattern. Nestled between the strap pulled taut against her right hip, and her hip itself, was a generic-looking plastic stick grenade replica. Like him, she also held a fake submachine gun of sorts in her grasp.

The whole look was literally topped off with an equally camouflaged, basic-looking army helmet. Her modest-length, jet-black locks cascaded down her back and shoulders… all which served to contrast immensely with the deepest, reddest blush on her face that Fredrick had ever seen.

She was clearly stretching her confidence to her breaking point—and despite the lovely view, he respected the fuck out of that.

“I uhhh…” she broke the silence, pivoting a little nervously on her hooves. She still managed one hell of a bright smile.

Despite how much this probably was for her, it was not difficult for anyone to discern how excited she was. Whether hopped up by her heat, the booze from lunch, a desire to broaden her horizons… or some combination of the three, Schnee looked like she was still having a whale of a time.

“...I think I’m ready for my turn!”

Midnight was the first to reply, a pleasantly stunned state still lacing her words:

“God… damn girl! Where did this come from because I wanna see more of that~!” she teased.

Schnee only responded with an even brighter, redder-faced smile and a bit of a whine. Fredrick wasn’t blind to Schnee squeezing her legs together for dear life. The poor girl must’ve had some ethereally powerful, figurative-blue-balls right now. That fact sure as hell didn’t prevent him from taking in the sight though…

…nor adding his own words to the mix:

“This is ‘a little something?’ he asked. Way to outdo all of us with simple materials, Schnee! Unfathomably gorgeous,” he asserted.

Stella built upon Fredrick’s words:

“What’s this, love? Schnee bein’ hotter than Celestia’s sun? There’s literally nothing new about this. What’s that phrase you say, Freddie? ‘What’s new, Scooby Doo?’” she joked.

Fredrick had zero expectation of those words coming from Stella’s mouth, so he stood no chance when another chuckle fit took over. They weren’t privy to Schnee squeezing her thighs together even more, nor the deepening and spreading of her blush to other parts of her body.

Her response was meek, and barely audible:

“D-Danke sehr…~”

Midnight, pretty much a creature of pure horniness at this moment for the mare in front of her, doggedly urged her towards the faux-stage.

“You are gonna nail this one! Let’s get the scene set, and don’t worry everyone…” she addressed Fredrick and Stella with knowing, lewd eyes:

“I got the camera~.”

Neither party of the married couple was keen on denying her that honor.

“Knock yourself out, girl,” said Fredrick.

“Fuck on, lass~” added Stella.

It didn’t take long for such a scene to be set, as Schnee’s attire dictated something quite simple: lots of rolling, lush grass, some flowers interspersed, and a lush backdrop with a blue, barely-cloudy sky above. Schnee took her place right in the center, but as she waited for Midnight to make the final adjustments on the camera, the Flower Mare glanced at Fredrick and Stella, both who were watching her get ready.

She smirked knowingly, and the two were privy to one little trick she had up her non-existent sleeve:

She gingerly removed the stick grenade that was held against her hip, and instead found it a new home nestled between her already-cramped tits.

“Now I’m ready~,” she said, never dropping ‘communal eye-contact’ with Fredrick nor Stella.

Especially Fredrick… and his eyes widened as he finally averted his gaze.

“For fuck’s sake…”

Stella felt every need to snicker at his ‘misfortune.’ Her knowing, shit-eating grin could break sieges.

“Somethin’ wrong, love~?”

“Nope. Not at all,” he smirked knowingly right back at her.

He knew for a fact that she was enjoying the views just as much as he was. The perk of having hot friends was always free eye-candy—the best kind of candy, considering it wouldn’t make one fat. Well, not make his stomach fat, at least.

By that point, Schnee was all set up, and Midnight set to work on getting her in some ‘suitable’ poses for her attire. Though in reality, Fredrick wondered how much of the poses were ‘suitable’ for Schnee and weren’t just for Midnight’s own viewing pleasure…

She had her start off pretty tame even by anyone else’s standards: basic ‘military’ stances and poses. She had her stand at attention, then give everyone a salute, followed by a mid-marching pose, and standing tall with her gun at the low-ready. The entire time, Midnight had ‘instructed’ Schnee to keep an aura of professional, soldiery stoicism.

All this while she still had a fake stick grenade nestled in her cleavage. He was no military man, but probably wasn’t in line with equipment regulations.

The Alemaneian and Equestrian militaries could forgo these alleged regulations, for all he was concerned.

Art by my friend: Fubuki!

Then came the less-than-professional poses, per Midnight’s direction… having started off with Schnee’s hand on her cocked-out hip, gun pointed towards the ‘sky.’ From there, Midnight ordered her to turn around, putting her ass on full display—Fredrick was beside himself at this point by the time she bent over and glanced over her shoulder back at the camera.

Not that he didn’t get massive helpings of eye-candy from Stella’s and Midnight’s little session… but everyone knew it was a little bit different with Schnee. She was supposed to be the more ‘restrained’ one of the group.

Schnee raised her forearms up a bit more than what would’ve been natural for her current pose, which drew all eyes to her chest. She knew exactly what she was doing.

But in thinking back on this from the moment he met her… this idea of her never really played out. In fact, if anything, her heat didn’t exactly bring this much more risque, adventurous side out of her, most likely. No, all it did was amplify what was clearly already there…

…in all the best ways.

A moist whisper broke Fredrick’s deep concentration—both on the view and on his reverie:

“Still enjoyin’ the show, lad~?” Stella dared to ask… and then immediately licked his earlobe for good measure, which forced a sharp, pleasure-filled jitter up the back of his neck.

Fred angled his gaze to his mare and flashed her a knowing, profoundly impressed smile.

“Girl you have no idea.”

“Hehe, yer right. I don’t~...” she began, and Fredrick pursed his lips, chastising himself for not expecting Stella to then press her whole hand up and into his crotch.

She purred upon feeling exactly what she wanted to feel.

“...but I do now~,” she then added, accenting her lewd words with a couple, tactical strokes of his length through his jeans.

All he did was stare straight at her eyes, and as lovely as the rather crude beginnings of the clothed handjob were, Fredrick had no desire to give Stella the reaction she was hoping for… just out of loving spite. His artificially stoic reaction to her antics produced the desired result for him, and Stella’s lewd face quickly devolved into silent cackling.

“You done?” he asked whilst he smirked lopsidedly.

She stopped stroking.

“Not enjoyin’ the heavy pettin’ in front of our clearly-occupied friends, mate~?”

“I guess it’s a good thing Sveta couldn’t make it today, because you know she’d put the kibosh on literally all of this, heh~.”

“Well it’s a fuckin’ good thing she isn’t, then hmmm? Besides, she’s busy today and tomorrow. Hangin’ out with her new coltfriend or whatever… In… Inspired? I think his name is? Fuck me I don’t remember.”

Fredrick beamed.

“No shit! Good for her!”

And Stella brought it right around back where it started when she gazed back into his eyes and lowered her lids.

“Aye… and even better fer us~.”

He finally allowed his eyelids to lower in kind, then promptly teased:

“Sounds like someone might wanna grab that hotel pretty soon… you holdin’ up okay, Stel’~?”

“Well enough I’d say, though…”

Fredrick heard her words trail off, but what intrigued him the most was the sudden glimmer in her eyes as she stared off into the distance behind him. The lopsided up-curl of the right side of her lips told him everything.

“...You’re thinking of something,” he accused, smirking. “Go on! What the hell’s on your mind?” he asked.

“I have no idea what yer talkin’ about, mate~.”

“Oh no you don’t! Speak!”

“...None yer fuckin’ business, cuntshit~”

“Oh don’t you ‘cuntshit’ me, you batty thot!”

“Oi, ya still never told me what the fuck that means!”

“Damn girl, you dodged that question so hard the conscription board is looking for you! I know you… I’m wise to your ways after all this time~,” he said, throwing a single index finger towards her face with a knowing smile.

Stella giggled, amused.

“Thinkin’ yer ahead of anythin’ that I fuckin’ concoct in me head… have ya learned fuckin’ nothin’ over the years~?”

“And have you not learned that I can still surprise you when you least expect it~?” Fredrick shot right back.

Stella didn’t seem particularly impressed.

“On occasion~. But really, can I not let me mind wander? I’m about tae get bent over a table by me heat… fuckin’ cut me some slack, cunt!”

“I’ll bend you over the table…”

“That’s the plan~” Stella said, then turned back towards the show at hand.

Fredrick did the same, and the two of them found the red-faced Schnee on her knees, hands gingerly resting her weapon on her thighs, which had the effect of pushing her breasts up, front and center. That fake stick grenade still remained faithfully wedged where it belonged.

Stella called out:

“FUCKIN’ HOTTER THAN TARTARUS, SCHNEE! AAAAAAS ALWAYS!”

Fredrick crossed his arms and nodded slowly, more than happy to just quietly enjoy the show while he attempted to fathom what was going on in Stella’s horny little mind. He was nudged off balance when his wife thrust his shoulder into his.

“Ain’t that right, love?”

“Oh hell yes! What Stella said, and my words still stand: unfathomably gorgeous. Hot, even. Stunning, if you will. Alluring, if you’re so inclined…”

Each step further that Fredrick took in reiterating his compliment drew further laughter from Stella… and further giggling and blushing from Schnee. She certainly didn’t seem paralyzed like she did when she first emerged from the dressing room, and instead went right back to posing for Midnight’s camera…

…but not before giving Stella and Fredrick an open-mouthed wink for their words.

“Danke, Leute~!”

Stella slunk herself back under his arm, though with the added bonus of her lavishing his cheek and neck with a few tender kisses… kisses that were in no way merely platonic nor just romantic. Fredrick openly bit his lip and shuddered as he felt a familiar, overwhelming wetness on the side of his neck—she was licking him again.

The smug, clandestinely-horny smile that formed on his face further warmed his chest when he took Stella fully into his arms… if only just to give her better access to his neck. All the while, the entire thought of what might be going on in that batty head of hers melted away under the onslaught of her tender lovin’.

At this rate, Fredrick was already considering which hotels were in easy walking distance from Schnee’s place. He sure as hell wasn’t gonna be rude and fuck his wife on the Flower Mare’s couch if Stella’s heat struck full-force tonight. He could already envision it:

Tonight’s gonna be fun~.

[Dinnertime]

‘Good Times at Wavy Mane’s’

This world had been fucking with him with the names since the very first weeks he was thrown into this particular mortal coil. Even so, there hadn’t been a single time he could remember where he found his way to one of these ‘imposter’ establishments and walked away disappointed.

This time was no different, and Fredrick found his stomach successfully filled with both exquisite food and drinks that were a little too cheap for his liking… mainly because he ended up grabbing a few more beers than he probably should have. He sure as hell wasn’t counting too much though, considering it was a break away from work and the hustle and bustle of Canterlot, and amongst some of the greatest friends he could’ve asked for.

The dimly-lit atmosphere of the dining room, along with the easy music still playing for those who wanted to dance in the dance room next door provided more than enough ambiance for their animated talking.

Stella finished snickering before continuing what she had been getting to:

“So in the end… heh… that’s what made me kinda question this lovable cunt’s sexuality a smidge~,” she teased, nudging Fredrick’s shoulder, who sat right next to her.

And while Fredrick rolled his eyes at the story—all with a good natured humor written on his smile—Midnight and Schnee had their own input to add:

“Wow Freddy… I hadn’t the slightest inclination~,” said Midnight.

“And here I thought you were perfectly happy with Stella’s advances by this point!” Schnee further teased.

Fredrick finished about half of what remained of his beer before setting it back on the table and regarding his wife with a deadpan look.

“Girl, I had a very important meeting in the morning… and you know good and well it wouldn’t’ve stopped with just that! Hell, a simple makeout turns into a two-hour fuckfest with you… not that I complain at all, but I had to be the responsible one here!”

“...so ye deny yer fiance of the time proper fuckin’ intimacy… over work? Fuckin’ scandalous, mate!”

Fredrick threw her classic index finger back in her face when he jokingly aggressively reminded her:

“Woman! First of all, how dare you! Secondly, you came into my room! Demanded to suck my dick… and then, when I didn’t have time to continue beyond that… you had the audacity to call me gay?!”

Schnee and Midnight promptly lost their shit, while Stella was barely holding it together so she could deliver her simple rebuttal:

“Aye!”

Fredrick let his features sully, feigning being offended, though in no way able to keep the smirk off his face from the absurdity of it all. He simply turned away from her, faced the other two mares of the group, and took the remaining sip of his drink as if making peace with a revelation.

“She hates me,” he said.

“PFFFT!” Stella nearly choked on her own spit. Wide-eyed, she added: “Hello?! You fuckin’ wot, mate?!”

The laughter was ceaseless from the other parties. Fredrick continued impishly:

“She absolutely despises me. The absolute vitriol in her voice… she just wants me to throw myself into oncoming chariot traffic with these hateful words of hers.”

“Pardon the fuck outta me?!”

“I ain’t pardoning shit! I heard what you said!”

“You can fuckin’ pardon deez, cunt.”

“Don’t recite the old texts to me, wench. I was there when you fell for them the first time.”

“That’s it!” declared Stella, then stood up, hooked her arms under Fredrick’s and forced him to his feet as well.

“We’re goin’ tae fuckin’ dance before I fuck yer mouth closed!”

“...that’s not how it works. That’s literally not how any of this works! But you know I’d never turn down dancing with you, babe~! I don’t think you’ve ever shown me a bad time.”

It was all worth it just to see Stella’s genuine beaming, radiating all the dim, slowly-color-cycling ambient light from her eyes. He properly took her hand, though she promptly cast said hand aside so she could link arms with him instead. Said smile morphed into her usual, joking visage as she replied with:

“Yet~.”

He then watched as Stella glanced behind her to the rest of the party, whom he saw were also getting to their hooves.

“Oi, Desperate Housewives—ya gonna join us in workin’ off lunch and supper, mates?”

Fredrick stifled what would’ve been an ugly cackle at the top of his throat as Midnight answered rhetorically:

“When have I ever turned down a night of getting down, little pony~?” she asked whilst crossing her arms under her chest.

Schnee followed up with:

“Ja… it’s been a rest week for me, so I probably need to more than any of you,” she quipped, adjusting her cute dress and running her ceramic hand once through her mane, fluffing it.

Stella led the party away from the table and towards the ‘party room,’ where the music gradually became louder as they sauntered closer. True to her fashion though, the goddamn bat mare took hold of Fredrick by both of his wrists, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and promptly attached them right to her chest.

Fredrick was trying to understand his mare’s actions, especially as the two were suddenly getting some rather… curious looks from others.

“Wha… what’re you doing, retard?”

Stella continued to press her back into his front as she manipulated his hands very specifically to her liking. More-so in trying to solidify his hold on her tits in a way that his fingers damn-near hooked on the hem of her shirt collar, almost pulling it down entirely.

“What’s it fuckin’ look like, cunt? I’m tryin’a get ye tae love meeee!”

Fredrick still let Stella lead him and their party, staring emotionlessly ahead whilst he noticed some attention from the general public being drawn to their act.

“You’re making me grab your fuckin’ honkadigeridoos from behind, woman.”

“Love is love!”

“Love only goes so far when you can get slapped with a goddamn public indecency charge, you lovable mental case!”

Stella opted to ignore him entirely, then remarked lewdly towards their rear:

“Righteo~! Try tae keep it appropriate on the floor ya two fuckin’... hornballs.”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you of all ponies right now, Stella!” Midnight protested.

And as Stella brought Fredrick through crowded, humid dance floor and claimed a place for the two of them, he snickered when he brought up a rather cogent point:

“I mean, we’ve been the farthest away from appropriate ourselves. Moreso you,” he pointed out.

“Prolly not, mate… but gives us some fake moral highground, aye?” she batted her eyelashes with an ‘innocent’ smile.

Fredrick was ready with a quip of his own:

“What do you mean? Highground isn't here?”

“Hah! I should rip yer fuckin’ nuts off fer that one.”

“All that for a pun? And babe let’s be real—you’d suffer more than me, really. We’ve been over this with the last four-hundred times you’ve said you were gonna rip my balls or cock off… or some combination of the two of them—”

“Alright alriiiiight I get it… and aye, yer right. So fuckin’ scratch that!” she declared, and twirled on her hooves to face him barely a couple feet away.

In the midst of the crowded floor, the shimmering lights, and a lull in the booming beats as the music switched to the next song, Stella had carved out a little spot for the two of them.

Ever flirtatious, she added, poking his nose all the while:

“You keep yer cock and balls right where I found ‘em last… because you know I’ll be comin’ back to ‘em shortly~,” she asserted.

Fredrick shrugged trivially, chuckling, though he began to match Stella’s little gyrations as she found a rhythm to the start of the next song.

“I uhhh… yeah. You got it. I’ll make sure of that, Stel’,” he affirmed, smirking.

The two glanced over Fredrick’s shoulder and found Midnight and Schnee in similar circumstances to them… luckily just a few feet away and beginning the process of getting down to the music. Fredrick remembered the first night they all went out on that bar crawl for Stella’s birthday, and what started as idle dancing between the two of them turned into a proper show of twirls and swinging.

He imagined there would be a similar show put on tonight.

From there, the ‘traditional’ conversation withered away in favor of Fredrick letting his body and the music do the talking with the gorgeous mare that stood across from him. Smiles abound, Fredrick’s confidence in his legwork was much more sound, considering that Stella had forcefully drilled some proper choreography and coordination into him over the years he’d known her, and the many many times he had the privilege of dancing with her.

And even since that first time… boy was it ever such a privilege to watch this batpony move as she did.

Stella, true to her nature, had zero shame this time around… and once the first couple, up-beat songs melded into a somewhat slower rhythm, Stella went straight for the lewd moves. As Fredrick shifted and kept his feet in acceptable cadence to the beat, he was understandably drawn to his wife’s motions… namely, how she teasingly tugged at the hem of her shirt whilst shimmying her hips from side to side.

Until her shirt had rode up to the point that her entire, slim tummy—with those delicious, semi-defined abs of hers that he had run his tongue over many times—on full display for his viewing pleasure. He could feel his brain returning to monke by that point. The dim, multi-colored light only added to the allure.

He bit his lip at the sight. This mare treated him much too well.

And sensing that she was probably enjoying this just as much—if not more—than he was, Stella slunk on up to him, and pressed herself nice and close… not that there was an excuse to do so since the floor didn’t get much more crowded, but Fredrick didn’t need any excuse to be closer to her. Hell, he wasn’t sure that wrapping their arms around each other and intimately holding one another while they idly swayed and stepped in unison to the music really counted as ‘dancing.’

Yet, here they were.

Fredrick smiled widely as Stella lay her head on his chest, and in a move that he never got tired of, she righted her posture just a bit so she could whisper into his ear:

“Love you, cunt~.”

The feeling was beyond mutual.

“Love you too, twat~.”

Still holding each other, Fredrick gladly met her halfway when Stella leaned in and up for a proper, yet simple kiss… one that began to quickly morph and spiral into something much more intense to their liking.

Though two familiar bodies entered into their ‘personal space’ and reminded Fredrick that they most certainly weren’t alone today.

Midnight purred, accenting her most-inappropriate words with an even more inappropriate sound:

“D’awww… two hotties sucking face all cute like~. Mmmm, now that’s what mommy likes~.”

The two pulled away from each other, and Fredrick rolled his eyes while Stella giggled at the hilarious intrusion. The kiss-drunk face of his ensured that his smile never waned, and Fredrick was instead greeted by the lecherous eyes of Midnight’s emeralds in the dim light… clearly she enjoyed however long they put on their little makeout show.

They weren’t exactly unpleasant to stare into. Even more of a welcome surprise was Schnee’s words, which mirrored her own intense, heat-drunk gazing at the two of them:

“Hehe… maybe I can see what you mean now, Midnight~.”

He could only guess at what she meant by that. Especially so when Fredrick noticed how the two were pretty much in almost identical positions to he and Stella, though with their stark differences in height on full display. If anything, while they were distracted, they might’ve been engaged in similar activities with each other.

He could see through the veneer of their eyes though, and the accent over their words that might not have been so overt. Their continued, non-clandestine flirtatiousness with him and Stella over the course of the day had continued full-force.

Stella replied:

“Well if you cunts wanted a show… where the fuck’s our entry fee~? Unless you lot’re payin’ with ‘exposure’ if ye catch our drift~” Stella teased, but threw that flirtatiousness right back at ‘em.

Giggles all around. Though, Midnight was quick to point out that the two did have a proper, rather obvious motive for getting in a little closer:

“It is getting a little more crowded now…” she began, and Fredrick was not blind to how low her hand dipped on Schnee’s waist.

And at a certain point, he couldn’t even see her hand… though he proxied its location when Schnee’s eyes suddenly went wide, along with a requisite blush and devilish smirk forming on her face.

“...hope you don’t mind if we close ranks a bit? I’d much rather bump up against you two than strangers, for more than a few reasons~.”

“I’d be insulted if ya didn’t, fillies~,” Stella answered.

Fredrick shrugged, and plastered a joking smile on his face.

“Like I give a shit? You’re asking me if I want more pretty gals around me? This supposed to be a punishment or something?”

Midnight’s closeness in proximity in conjunction with her looming size allowed her to leer down at him… and that lidded gaze of hers let him know that he had chosen the wrong (or how one looked at it, the right) words to respond with.

“Not at all… but who am I to not accommodate if you really do want to be punished~,” she alluded.

And that thirty-or-so degree bend at the waist she did gave him more than enough of an ample view. Fredrick gulped. His erection—already shedding its grogginess from its slumber thanks to his wife’s sensual dancing and touching—was beginning to stir aggressively again. Schnee’s cute giggling at Midnight’s antics on top of her generally flushed, outwardly horny complexion was in no way helping matters, either.

Going out with a bunch of mares either in heat or soon-to-be-in-heat was a mistake. But it was one hell of a beautiful mistake.

Stella interceded with a purr… but in a quick glance at his mare, Fredrick was not oblivious to how Stella was tightly squishing her thighs together.

“Now that’d be a hell of a sight~. But I really enjoy this song, so lemme finish dancin’ with me husband before we all go fuckin’ hard together, aye?” she said.

“Hehe, you got it, lovebirds~.”

And Fredrick stumbled slightly when Stella moved him a couple paces away and back into an intimate dancing position. The shock of getting moved so instantaneously wore off when he found himself in his love’s arms again, but it became quickly apparent that Stella had something else in mind with their temporary splitting off.

That same sparkle in her eye had returned.

“It’s on the tip of your tongue,” Fredrick said, smirking knowingly. “Spill it. Immediately.”

Making sure that none of their friends were snooping, Stella brought him in as close as possible so she could speak directly into his ear.

“I have… an idea.”

Fredrick huffed, chuckling.

“Well that much was apparent.”

“And in gettin’ right tae the point… you know I love ya tae death. As do our friends: Midds and Schnee both adore you and think the world of ye. As I’m sure even your dense ass could see, this view of you—and me, really—has… warped a bit, ya know with one bitch bein’ close tae heat like me, and another bitch bein’ in heat.”

Fredrick may have been retarded, but he wasn’t stupid per se. Just based on that, he had a general idea of what Stella was thinking of, but was in no way gonna assume nor interrupt. His curiosity was really getting the better of him right now.

“Pshhh. As if Midnight wouldn’t jump any of us if given the opportunity?” he teased.

“As you say, ‘she’s memeing.’ Well… mostly,” Stella chuckled. “But she wasn’t lyin’ when she said that she’s a lot easier tae fuck right now. If given the slightest indication of it bein’ okay, she’d absolutely, positively carry us both off tae the hotel together. I’m not fuckin’ jokin’, love.”

The thought of being slung over her shoulder cave-man style was humorous. Though, Fredrick had been carried a few times by Stella bridal style. He could see why a lot of women and mares loved it—it was pretty great.

“Hah! Something tells me we wouldn’t survive the encounter. But what about lil’ Schnee there?” he dared to ask jokingly.

“I… legitimately don’t know,” said Stella with a somewhat primal fear in her eyes.

“And that fuckin’ scares the piss outta me. Remember, she’s in the depths of her cycle right now. And lemme fuckin’ tell ya in case you didn’t notice—she’s been eye-fuckin’ you the entire day when she wasn’t eye-fuckin’ Midnight.

“I mean… I was too, but I’m always eye-fuckin’ you, so… that doesn’t count,” she giggled.

He shared in that giggle, and pecked her lips for good measure. Fredrick then had a sudden thought of turning around and a dementedly horny, smol war vet pony was ready to just spring upon him. He wasn’t sure if that was funny, sexy, or terrifying… though likely some combination of the three.

“Likewise~,” he replied, but now, Fredrick thought he had enough information to make a more ‘informed’ opinion on where Stella was leading.

He tossed out, expecting Stella to confirm:

“But okay. In tying this back to your idea… what… like, are you suggesting a fuckin’ foursome or…?”

And in a surprise, Stella not only subverted another bit of his expectations, but simultaneously met them spectacularly when she turned that shit around on him.

“So that’s all it took tae get you tae jump tae that? Horny bastard~.” Fredrick was about to laughingly protest that, but Stella cut him off before he could:

“But nae… the thought occurred tae me. But you’d die tonight if that were the case.”

Fredrick nearly lost his shit at that.

“Excuuuuuse me?”

“Think about it, cunt! You’ve got one mare in heat, two on the verge…do ya think anypony here would have the biological ability tae not try and get a piece of the one throbbing dick that can’t get them pregnant when they absolutely can from any other one?

“They’re aware of this, love. Yer worth more than all the fuckin’ bits in Their Highnesses treasury right now, several times over~.”

Fredrick pursed his lips and angled his head slightly in thought. He actually hadn’t thought about it like that… and he lent it more brain power. While the idea of having his stunning wife and unquestionably gorgeous friends clamor over him for a night was, like, every man’s fantasy… he had to admit it—he didn’t exactly know if he’d be waking up in a bed or a hospital when it was all said and done.

He shrugged, smirking back at her.

“Fair point. Then pray tell, what’s this ‘idea’ of yours~?” he asked, wanting to get it out of her once and for all.

“I want tae preface that me idea is only valid if we’re both okay with it. And we can revoke consent at any time no questions asked.”

“Of course!”

“Hehe~. So, I’m not sayin’ anythin’ is guaranteed. But what I am sayin’ is that, fer tonight only, we just see where things go, and let ‘em uhhh… progress as we see fit, aye?”

“You know good and well that with everyone’s condition, ‘not guaranteed’ doesn’t mean anything right now~,” Fredrick countered.

“Aye, true… but gives us some more moral high ground again, right? Make the joke again and I’ll punch ye in the cock~.”

Fredrick nodded, never breaking eye-contact with his mare as he let his thoughts stew on the premise. There was still a question or two he needed to get off his mind though.

“Heh, wasn’t gonna. And suppose things heat up quickly. Any preferences on how you’d like this to go?”

“Not really, but fer yer own sake? I’ll handle Midnight. You get a little dancin’ time with Schnee and see where that takes ye~. We can divide and conquer~.”

Fredrick didn’t believe what he was hearing… though really only one particular part of that:

“Look me in the eye right now and tell me that you can handle a sex-crazed Midnight. With your mouth-hole, to my eye-sockets, tell me exactly that,” he teased.

Stella nearly bubbled over in proper laughter, but managed to retain her composure.

“Oh aye, fair. So then.., mostly, I’d say~?” she giggled.

“Oh god, have you got your affairs in order? You really gonna leave me as a widower this early on in our marriage? If you die, can I have your officer’s sword?”

Stella put her fist into his shoulder again with a soft cackle, which was contagious to Fredrick, who went to tickle her still-bare midriff in retaliation. That in turn earned a shrill squeal from her, though as quickly as their spurt of playfulness came, it fell away when lustful eyes snapped back to one another.

Stella batted her eyelashes.

“As if I’d ever leave you, darling~. Yer stuck with me anyway,” she cooed. “In the end though, fer a bunch of heat-stricken or to-be-fuck-drunk mares—who’re our friends—we’d be doin’ everypony a solid here, aye? And we, and especially you, get a little somethin’ out of it fer the effort.”

She blinked one more time and smirked up at him.

“Whaddya think, love?” she asked.

Fredrick delivered a knowing-lopsided smirk right back, all the while he favorably weighed the proposal when he then averted his gaze. Over the years since he had been in Equestria, his… horizons had been broadened, especially when it came to stuff around sex and the very notion that Equestria was a little more open with hardcore canoodling.

And by having his horizons ‘broadened,’ he mostly meant having his horizons ‘completely goatse’d beyond all recognition.’

He loved every bit of it.

This proposal harkened back to the time where Stella encouraged him to do Sveta a solid. What he thought was a joke was, in fact, completely serious. Moreover, the mere idea of fucking your significant other’s sister, permission or not, had a very high chance in his mind of just having things disintegrate. He prepared for the worst in the back of his mind: their relationship simply imploding at some point in the future, but willing to trust Stella with his life by this point..

And yet, that didn’t happen. Better yet, the whole act ingratiated himself with both Sveta and Stella to such a degree that their relationship had strengthened to a nigh-unbreakable level. Stella had never once led him astray, and anything that he, in the end, had never been fully able to reconcile, she never pushed him on it.

She was the best friend, marefriend, and now-wife he could’ve ever asked for.

And if he was being honest with himself in bringing his thoughts back to this proposal, it was a lot more ‘normal’ to consensually fool around with mutual best friends together—in his mind—than your wife’s sister.

Funny how that all worked out.

He snapped back to her gaze, and with a bright, confident smile, he nodded once.

“Fuck it! Let’s have a bunch of fun tonight~,” he declared.

Stella giggled, and he could practically reach into those golden eyes of hers and touch the excitement that sparkled across their surface. It was made all the better when she leaned in to nuzzle the tip of her muzzle with his nose, eyes closed, smile wide.

Fredrick had to reign his heart in, lest he get another coronary from how unfathomably cute and based Stella was at this moment. Schnee may have been the one that was able to induce heart attacks from those around her at will, but Stella could give her a run for her money when she put her mind to it.

Eventually, it was just too much for him, and Fredrick lay a hand on the back of Stella’s neck to nudge her forward into a proper kiss… one that went far beyond one of their usual pecks. An intimate kiss that, when their lips so-precisely melded with one another, became a manifestation of the aforementioned, unbreakable bond in-act.

It was already hot and stuffy on the dance floor for obvious reasons… but he didn’t think he could get hotter on such an ethereal level.

They separated after a few extra seconds, Fredrick let his eyes flutter open, as did Stella.

“I love you, Fredrick…~”

“I love you too, Stella…”

She bit her lip.

“Just as a reminder… any one of us can tell the others tae fuck off at any time fer any reason. But if that doesn’t happen…”

Stella spoke directly into his ear, and he could hear her lip-bite accenting her words:

“Schnee’s… had a rough last few years. More than the last few years, really. Show ‘er a good time tonight, fer me love… aye~?”

Fredrick kissed the top of her ear tuft in return.

“You got it, sweets~.”

The two separated a bit when they both heard the opening chords of the next song that was already getting the crowd around them grooving. They shared a sideways, knowing look at one another when they both lay eyes on Schnee and Midnight dancing with their chests squished up nice and tightly against one another.

Not that there was much hope on that front considering their height difference, but it was hot, nonetheless.

After all that implicit and explicit reassurance at the strength of their union, on top of knowing full well that whatever happened tonight would somehow strengthen not just his and Stella’s relationship, but those with his friends… his wife made the first move.

That is, she abruptly intruded on their intimate dancing sesh, inserting her face between the two of them, and likely breaking any lip action that was forthcoming. In return though, she lay both her arms around their shoulders and whispered something to the two of them.

Fredrick smirked. He didn’t know what such words were as he closed ranks with the group, but he had a pretty good idea of the content, as both Midnight’s and Schnee’s eyes went wide briefly…

…and then narrowed lewdly. One stark difference was that Schnee’s porcelain-white face blushed profusely yet again.

He, however, noticed a distinct lack of reservation on her face. And what put him on notice in the best ways was when her eyes locked with his briefly. It seemed that Stella had told her what was planned… and she was more than okay with it.

Moreover, she was looking forward to it.

Fredrick watched as Stella pulled back from their joint, private conversation when he fell in line with her, and addressed Midnight loud enough for the group to hear:

“Oi, I fuckin’ love this song… how ‘bout a dance, ya fuckin’ tall, dark, and handsy cocksleeve, ye~?”

Midnight giggled, but the shakiness of her lip despite her clearly, forward-looking arousal gave away how hard she was trying not to laugh at the silliness of what was about to go down. Nevertheless, she leaned into Stella’s ‘proposition,’ figuratively and literally: she cradled her arms under her chest and pushed up her sweater-puppies for everyone’s viewing pleasure.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for one of you to ask~,” she said.

And with that, Stella stealthily grabbed Fredrick’s ass as she left his side, took Midnight by the hand, and whisked her a whole few feet away. Mere picoseconds later, the two already had their hands on each other. Being the horny bastard that he was, Fredrick couldn’t help but admire for a few seconds at two of the hottest mares he knew getting much too close for public propriety.

And that left just him with another one of the hottest—and dare he say, cutest—mares he had the utmost pleasure of knowing: Schnee.

She seemed to be on the same wavelength as him, as when he finally spared a glance at her, she was still ‘taking in the sights,’ as it were, with Midnight and Stella. But around the same time he turned to her fully, Schnee pivoted back to him. Her lavender eyes sparkled differently in the ever-changing light of the dance floor, and where once he had found familiar, friendly embrace in her pools, he found something else as well:

Directed arousal. Pure, ultra-refined, high-octane, sixty-nine carat, directed arousal.

That, and her cheeks were absolutely burning up to the point where Fredrick thought she was gonna turn her entire coat blood-red. The three-fourths veiling of her left eye by her flowing, jet-black mane further added to her already innate, lustful allure, and Fredrick wasn’t sure he could tolerate much more of this adorableness.

Seriously, it was probably a crime against the state to be this cute.

To be fair though, his face was hotter than Satan’s molten piss, too. It would be a wonder if he managed this without a shred of awkwardness in territory he was making his first foray into.

But no way in hell he was gonna half-ass it. Tonight was supposed to be fun, so he went for it…

…and greased around the edges with some beer, the words came forth naturally:

“Hey, beautiful~,” he flirted right off the bat.

Schnee blinked hard and recoiled slightly, though her smile seemed to widen in pleasant surprise. Her eyelids returned to much more horny positioning as she returned his initial salvo of flirtation with her own:

“Hey, handsome~.”

“Wanna dance?”

Schnee loosed a drawn-out giggle into her ceramic hand.

“Ja… please~.”

With that, Fredrick offered her his hand, which she took pretty much immediately, and the two were well-on their way.

And as the two started off slow, connected—if initially awkwardly—at the hand, Fredrick inevitably drew comparisons to dancing with Stella. His best friend and wife was one thing, of course… after all, she was only a teeny bit shorter than him, and happened to have both the raw skill and charisma to lead him in their fun for years.

Schnee had her own, differing experience as was evident just by watching her not only with Midnight in the past, but as she moved so smoothly in front of him. Like the hypnotic, flowing water of a meandering, majestic river, Schnee captivated his eyes as her sundress fluttered and accented her motions gorgeously. The sight was further helped by how much shorter she was than Stella.

But even more gorgeous than her svelte body being hugged in all the right places by her dress was that face of hers—and therein, her eyes. They stared right into his, and even the dense man that he was could see how much she was undressing him and practically molesting him with her gaze.

And, well… he was pretty much doing the same. Schnee’s blush and wide, coy smile told him all he needed to know. He wasn’t even sure how many songs passed by at this point—few words had been shared between the two of them, and Fredrick was content to let their faces do all the ‘talking’ between them.

Though after they checked on Stella and Midnight—and finding both of Middy’s hands slipped into Stella’s shorts and gripping her asscheeks underneath—Schnee took the step of getting in nice and close, then wrapping her arms around his neck and placing her front nice and flush against him.

The sexiest part of it was that she never once broke eye-contact with him, and her gaze lidded further and further… though she surprised him by going one extra step:

She forewent extended face-to-face time, and instead turned around in his hold, planting her ass right into his crotch.

Fredrick then let her manipulate his hands around her with her own, making sure he held her just the way she liked… which happened to be wrapping around her taut tummy. The thin material of the sundress pressed smoothly against her skin, and he could feel her heart beating rapidly, subtly, through the top end of her core muscles. Both her hands kept him right where he was, and even by then, the coolness of her ceramic, prosthetic hand had worn off by this point, leaving it just as warm as the rest of her gorgeous little body, save for its innate smoothness relative to her velvety skin and coat.

He was burning up as well. And he gazed over his shoulder briefly when he felt some movement just under his butt: Schnee’s tail had wrapped around his leg, leaving him with no doubt in his mind that she wanted him right here.

Fredrick was absolutely diamonds by this point, and the bulge in his pants found itself wedged neatly in the cleave of her butt with both sets of clothes separating them. She didn’t say anything, but made her acknowledgement of his ‘predicament’ known with the continued undulations of her hips against him to the beat of the song.

He did his best to sway with her of course, but his options were quite limited, not that he, nor she, seemed to mind.

Schnee finally broke the wordless silence when she angled her face back up towards his:

“Stella has taught you well~.”

Fredrick leaned in to whisper into her ear:

“Indeed she has. She’s taught me a lot~,” he alluded.

Schnee giggled, and then cutely wiggled her butt against him a bit more. He was throbbing and twitching by this point, and the anticipation of where this was all leading topped it all off.

Another glance towards Midnight and Stella, and they found the latter in pure bliss as Middy has her face buried in Stella’s neck. He couldn’t see entirely what she was doing to her, but he had a couple good ideas. Her eyes were still open though, and Stella was able to see him glancing her way.

She bit her lip and smiled right back at him, then winked knowingly. Their small, non-verbal conversation was finished when she blew him a kiss. She was having a blast, and she hoped that he was too.

Oh, he was. He definitely was.

He winked right back at her, and shot her a finger-gun before turning his attention back to the smol mare in his arms… who had garnered said attention as she was being all cutesy in nuzzling the side of her face into his chest. Fredrick could practically feel how his face was tearing his smile wider and wider at the feeling and the sight.

Schnee’s hands continued to guide his own over her body while they danced… though ‘dancing’ was likely a rather loose interpretation of what they were doing right now. He bit his lip as she moved his hands down lower on her stomach, and with how close their faces were, he could hear how heavily she was breathing… Fredrick figured she must’ve been in hell in all the best ways right now.

His musings were completely wiped away when Schnee suddenly brought his hands right up to her chest, and had him grip her girls nice and firmly. Eyes widening for a moment in shock at just how brazen she was being, Fredrick’s thoughts went immediately to how much… larger they felt than they looked. Still smaller than Stella’s, though.

And yet, a surprise for sure. But a welcome one!

He wasn’t sure how that worked, but he sure as shit wasn’t complaining… and in coordination with her silent exhortations, started pressing his fingers into the bare tops of her boobs through her dress—and as much as he could through her bra—and started actually massaging her.

Schnee quivered in his hold as he managed to hear the gentle moans fall from her mouth over the music. She’d melted completely, and Fredrick was rewarded for his efforts when she pointedly pressed and gyrated her ass right into his erection… where there wasn’t a shadow of a doubt that she could feel it right now.

After a few more seconds of this, she elegantly pushed off him, twirled on her hooves, and excitedly pressed her front back to his. Now face-to-face in a much more intimate embrace than Fredrick ever could’ve thought, he was again reminded of his raging erection… which was now dutifully wedged between his and Schnee’s stomachs.

She bit her lip up at him, the tips of their respective nose and muzzle much too close to be proper.

“Someone is enjoying themselves~,” she alluded.

And he bit his lip right back.

“Kinda impossible not to with a mare like you~,” he flirted.

Her confident gaze suddenly faltered when her cheeks went blood-red again, and she broke away from their impromptu staring contest with another swarm of adorably hot giggles. To her credit though, she brought her face right back to his once she vented out her little buildup of shyness.

“Mmm~,” she hummed. “Now I’m starting to understand exactly why Stella was with you… and then married you~.”

Fredrick chuckled as they were barely swaying with each other at this point.

“There’s… a few reasons here and there, I’d like to think,” he said.

In another pleasant surprise, Schnee got even closer, by way of raising herself onto the tips of her hooves. She angled her beautiful muzzle past his face and towards his ear, and the feeling of her hot breath on said ear sent arousal straight to his core:

“I’d like to know what those reasons are~,” she declared with a playful chuckle.

And when she pulled back, Fredrick’s eyes went wide when he felt the sudden soft, subtle wetness of her lips pecking his cheek. As his lecherous smile only carved a deeper groove on his face, he was taken back to when she did the exact same thing during Stella’s birthday well-before they were married.

That was of simple gratitude. Thanking him for paying for dinner.

This? Much different. And in the context of tonight, in all the best ways.

In a move that seemed to surprise Schnee right back, Fredrick leaned in and pecked her on the opposite cheek, which elicited a soft, pleasantly-startled squeak out of her. Faces still nice and close, the two relished in their little impish display with some slightly awkward giggles…

…though this died out completely when they both lay eyes on Midnight and Stella: they were properly making out in each other’s arms. And it looked like the former was drilling for oil with how far her tongue was pushing into Stella’s mouth.

Fredrick’s core heated up, and in monitoring his internal response, he felt nothing negative brewing in his stomach. In fact, his cramped dick in his pants began throbbing painfully at the sight, demanding to be released from its prison. Especially so when Midnight was getting a little more expeditious with her hands over Stella’s body.

His mouth had zero issues articulating what his arousal-laden brain was having some issues processing:

“Christ that’s so goddamn hot… the girls too, of course,” he said, still finding a way to sneak in a little joke.

Schnee seemed to be on the exact same page as him:

“Mmmmph~...” she practically moaned. “Ja…~.”

They glanced back at each other at the exact same moment, and seemingly fueled by what they were already seeing, there was barely a second of thought given when they both pressed forward. All pretenses were unceremoniously dropped.

They locked lips properly.

Her hold tightened around his neck, and his around her waist, the moment their lips made first contact. What seemed like a small lifetime and holding his breath, the two separated in reality after only a couple seconds… if only just. He could still feel her breath, accented by the one fruity drink that she had with dinner, breaking heavily on his face like galeforce winds on Equestria’s shores.

The pause was to assess the effect, while their holds on one another never broke. What did break was any and all inhibitions that remained: Schnee gripped the back of Fredrick’s head—a handful of his hair in the process—and smashed her lips back against his.

He offered no resistance, and in fact, welcomed her fully when he felt Schnee’s tongue try to battering-ram its way past his lips. The mere moment he let her in, their tongues were engaged in one hell of a desperate struggle… though really, Fredrick would describe it more as ‘desperate’ from Schnee’s end, rather than a struggle. The way she fused her lips to his and moaned consistently, pleadingly into his mouth as their tongues acquainted for the first time…?

Christ, Fredrick figured his pants were already ruined at this point just by pre alone.

What was left of the pair’s ‘dancing’ had withered away fully amongst the crowd, as the two were instead focused on just tasting each other. She tasted… almost floral to him, but not in a bad way at all. Quite the pleasant, sweetness to her lips and her tongue that was markedly different to Stella’s. And by how Schnee was trying her hardest to pretty much merge herself into him—to the point of not-so-subtly grinding herself into his waist—she was enjoying his taste as well…

Him feeling her pretty much trying to core out his tongue and mouth with her own wet muscle was also a good indication, too.

Furthermore, and perhaps the most important fact that shined through the thick, coastal, morning fog of lust looming over his corporeal function, Fredrick noted that this kiss—kissing Schnee—was just so… carnal. Needy, as opposed to the underlying messages of love and devotion that he would get, and return, with Stella.

Not even a microscopic hint of romantic intent could be felt from Schnee’s actions. It was much like making out with Sveta way back when—that deeper level of nuanced attraction was duly absent.

As he expected, and as it should have been.

Like a weight off his shoulders evaporating like sweat in the hottest desert, Fredrick let go of any of his residual fears, and really leaned into the makeout… which earned more-than a pleasant moan from the depths of Schnee’s throat and into his mouth, and which caused her to lean back a little more to let him loom over her properly.

Upon separating for air for a moment, Fredrick smiled knowingly against her lips—fully aware of how much she was becoming pure putty in his hold—and tightened his hold on the small of her back. Schnee responded in kind with a lusty giggle, and ran her right hand up his back, over his shoulder, and back down to his chest, which had come to rest on his pec proper.

And Fredrick in turn then nipped at Schnee’s lower lip while letting his hand slide tentatively lower than her waistline… and then properly wung it when he slid entirely down to her left asscheek.

He gripped her nice and firmly, feeling much more muscle than he had expected, but after a few seconds of processing, it made sense to him, based on her past profession. Fredrick could nevertheless still feel the curviness and innate jiggle that her butt still possessed… and he absolutely had to resist the urge to give Schnee a nice little swat.

Her reaction was immediate, and after a drawn out moan that fused with another giggle, Schnee nuzzled his nose cutely while she rode that same leg up his own, letting her knee come to rest against his hip-bone.

Blushed beyond all recognition—much like he was—Schnee leaned into his ear:

“Hmmm~... adventurous now, aren’t we~?”

“What can I say? Heh, it’s fun exploring gorgeous mares~.”

She nuzzled the tip of his earlobe, earning a light shudder from the human:

“You keep flattering and buttering me up… as if I’m not a for-sure thing right now~,” she alluded.

He chuckled and replied, still maintaining his heavy breathing:

“Flattery’s easy when it’s the truth. Blind ponies could see how… unbelievably gorgeous, cute, and hot you are~,” he said.

Even over the music, he could hear the subtlest squees coming from her mouth. She then added a bit more huskily in his ear… though much more softly than a whisper:

“I… I want…” she stopped for a moment, seemingly trying to figure out how she wanted to articulate what she wished to say.

But before Fredrick could even cock an eyebrow, she was practically kissing his ear when she leaned in closer, and he was all-too happy to support her with his hands:

“I want a taste of it tonight… what Stella gets to taste whenever she likes~.”

“What was that, cutie?”

“I said that… you smell really nice tonight~,” she ‘repeated’ herself, then promptly buried her muzzle in the crook of Fredrick’s neck.

He was kinda embarrassed how much his eyes shuttered on their own when he felt her lips—and tongue—upon him there. But, his shit-eating smirk never waned: he knew she was fibbing. He heard exactly what she said, but he just wanted to hear it a second time.

He was gonna need to find a way to communicate to scientists back on his home planet, in his home dimension, that he once again re-discovered a hardness greater than ‘10’ on the Mohs Scale.

Midnight’s familiar voice materialized right next to them, startling the both of them out of their moment:

“Fredrick!” she called out, sounding fake-shocked, and the pair jerked their heads to find her and Stella leaning comfortably against one another…

…and horny beyond goddamn belief. It was easy to see that they had been enjoying the little show he and Schnee had been putting on, likewise.

“You be careful, Mister… you better not steal my Flower away from me~,” she ‘warned,’ which earned jovial chuckling from Stella.

Fredrick shot right back:

“Yeah? Then in that case, I’d like to remind you of the same! Don’t you dare steal my girl~,” he teased.

Before the bantering could continue, Schnee unexpectedly untangled herself from Fredrick’s hold and began rapidly smoothing her dress and her mane out.

“I uhhh… hehe. I think we need to leave back to my house. Schnell. Sofort.”

Fredrick has a pretty good idea why, since that lust-clouded gaze hadn’t disappeared from the depths of her purple eyes in the slightest. Stella was first to beat the group to the jokes, however:

“Oh aye~? Gettin’ a little claustrophobic? Can’t ‘bloom yer petals’ here, lass~?” she quipped.

Schnee did not even mince words:

“Nein! But I’d rather leave while I can still stop myself from taking my clothes off…”

“PFFFT!” Fredrick nearly choked on his spit.

Midnight’s eyes went wide and Stella likewise lost her shit for the umpteenth time tonight. But either way, the consensus from everyone was clear:

No need to tell anyone twice.

“Well then…” Midnight added after clearing her throat. “How about we get out of here~?”

Schnee was already walking, and had grabbed both Midnight and Stella by the shirts as she was dragging them towards the exit. Fredrick did well to keep pace with them, but all the while, Stella fished something out of her pocket whilst laughing at the absurdity unfolding between them all:

“Oi love? Here…” she said, and dropped two potion vials—sealed by a simple cork—into his open palm: one bright pink in color, and the other with the slightest hint of sky-blue. At first inspection, Fredrick felt that they had the consistency of pulpy juice.

He blinked hard.

“Oh… OH! Are these the ones?” he asked.

Stella nodded as they passed the threshold into the much cooler night-air, chilling their steaming-hot bodies and sending a refreshing breeze through their manes and hair.

“Aye… and I fuckin’ recommend ya take ‘em, like, right fuckin’ now.”

The actual urgency in her words nearly sent him into another laughing fit.

“Oh fucking shit, really?”

“Don’t be a hero, lad. Trust me.”

“I’ve never needed one of these with you…”

“Yet~,” she corrected. “But, I can probably sense this isn’t gonna end with just Schnee, love, assumin’ Schnee even behaves like me when under the fuckin’ heat yoke,” she noted.

His eyes shrunk at the realization.

“Fuck, you’re right… I’ll need all the help I can get with you three mares.”

Stella shook her head, then with a soft, yet unbelievably horny smile, patted him on the chest.

“Don’t ya worry yer funny lookin’ head about me tonight, love. Remember, I get ya aaaaall tae m’self when we get back home and me heat does hit…

“...not tae mention, fer the rest of me life~,” she concluded before she licked his cheek again.

He went in for a proper tongue-kiss, though.

“As it should be. God I love you so fucking much, babe.”

“And I love ya more than ya know, ya pale knobhead, ye. And again, it may not seem like it at all… but yer doin’ everypony here a fuckhuge favor.

“Trust me~.”

“Hehe, I always do, Stella!”

Author's Note

Splitting this up because I was not having a good time taking this long to publish something while I was continuing to write the next scene. What's coming next: