Requests 2by That_One_BronyChaptersSoarinx(Rule63)SpitfireFancypantsxHoity ToityFancypantsxBig MacintoshSoarinxFancypants (+Others)Soarinx(Rule63)SpitfireSoarin whistled joyfully to himself as he dressed. He always hated this part. The suit was not only uncomfortable, but also hard to put on. He had suggested the designer include a zipper, but the obnoxious pony had insisted it would somehow ruin the aerodynamics of the jumpsuit. So Soarin and the rest of the team had to squeeze themselves into and out of the stupid things between performances. Soarin had almost managed to finish up before Spitfire burst in with a, “Soarin, are you ready yet.” “I’m almost dressed Spits,” Soarin turned and shot his leader a smile. “Or were you hoping to catch a peek?” Spitfire gave his friend a playful slap. “Soarin we don’t have time we need you out there in five okay?” “Are you sure? I can get this off in just twenty minutes if you’re up for it?” Spitfire just chuckled and left the room. Soarin’s eyes followed him as he left. One thing he had to admit he liked about these ridiculous suits; they left very little to the imagination. ***** The show went fantastic as usual with the newly added finale being a real crowd pleaser. A coordinated whirlwind made by six team members with fire trailing behind them followed by a crash and a full on simulated meteor storm perform by most of the team on fire. Truly it was some of Spitfire’s best work, and, a stickler for tradition Soarin guessed, Spitfire had nothing to do by the end of the night but complain about what went wrong. “-Also Misty you were late with the dowsing clouds. Be more careful next time somepony could’ve burned their mane off.” Soarin was finally starting to listen again now that their leader was nearing the end of his speech. “I think that’s it.” Spitfire glanced at a notebook he kept nearby to double check, but couldn’t seem to find it. Soarin was a bit of a fan of routine himself, and made sure to steal the evil little book every time Spits rambled for more than twenty minutes. “Yeah that should be it,” Soarin said cheerily while the yellow pegasus searched for his book. “Well done on the show everypony. Now go ahead and relax a bit. This was our last show for the season, so we’ve got a break until the wedding in a month.” The gathered pegasi looked to Spitfire for confirmation, and he nodded. After that they cleared out incredibly quickly. Soarin made for the exit himself after most of them had cleared out, but, right in line with the usual routine, Spitfire grabbed one of his wings and held him in place. “Are you hitting on me, sir?” he asked seductively. Spitfire shook his head and sighed. “Just give me the notebook Soarin, I don’t think I’m up for the games tonight.” Soarin happily reached into his mane and showed Spitfire his book, but he moved it out of his friend’s reach before he could grab it. “What did I just say Soarin?” Spitfire asked angrily. At least he probably thought he sounded angry. Soarin could tell he was hiding a smile. “Well first you said I should give you Spits’ notebook,” the blue pegasus moved slowly away from Spitfire as he spoke,” But then you said you weren’t up for games tonight. So I decided you were an imposter.” Soarin punctuated this sentence with his winning smile shooting straight at his friend. “And sourpuss imposters don’t get notebooks.” This wasn’t part of the pair’s usual routine, but Soarin always considered himself to be good at improvising. Spitfire lunged for his subordinate, but Soarin moved quickly around the table. “Alright Soarin I’ll play,” Spitfire said,” What do I have to do to convince you I’m the real Spitfire.” Spits sounded exhausted as he spoke, but he was still trying, and failing, to hide a smile. “Well you’re playing with me, so that’s a start.” Soarin tossed the notebook and moved a little closer to the window. “But I think I’ll need a little more. To start if you’re the real Spits, I’d like to know why you sound so much like an imposter.” Spitfire’s hidden smile faded and was replaced by an imposter of its own. “That doesn’t sound like much fun Soarin,” he said seductively,” Wouldn’t you prefer we play a different game?” “That can wait till later.” Soarin placed the notebook on the windowsill. “First I’d like to finish our little game of interrogation.” Spitfire moved closer and put a hoof on Soarin’s shoulder. “Well you know a proper interrogation doesn’t work without a little torture right?” he continued in his seductive tone. “I’ve got the cuffs back in my room if you want to move the game there.” Soarin noted that his eyes never seemed to leave the notebook. In fact, as the yellow pegasus spoke he reached cautiously behind Soarin towards the little black tome, but he was abruptly stopped by none other than Soarin’s blue wing. Meanwhile, one of the blue pegasus’s other limbs lovingly grabbed his friend’s chin and forced him to look into his eyes. “Spits,” was all he said. Spitfire sighed and backed off. “Alright, Soarin,” he said as he took a seat,” Go ahead and ask again.” Soarin laughed and wrapped a foreleg around the yellow pegasus. “So I won then?” Spitfire’s hidden smile showed again, albeit this time undisguised. “Yeah you won. So what was the question, oh masterful interrogator?” “Alright,” the blue pegasus continued,” Why are you so worried about this latest trick?” “You know why,” was Spitfires only response. Soarin did know why of course. This was Spits’ original trick. The one he had dreamt of performing ever since the two of them had founded the Bolts, and this was the first time they had actually done it in front of an audience. “Alright,” Soarin said,” Then I guess the next question should be why you’re so upset when it went just fine?” The blue pegasus never raised his voice and kept his smile constant as he spoke. Spitfire pretended not to look at him of course, but the smile was infectious and Spitfire was wearing it now even as he spoke forlornly. “It just wasn’t what I imagined is all. Silly right?” the yellow pegasus chuckled,” I guess that’s to be expected after all this time blowing it up in my head, but well…” the leader of the Wonderbolts stopped abruptly. Soarin noticed a single tear begin to trickle down his face. “It was perfect Spits,” he pulled the stallion closer and gave him a peck on the cheek. “As perfect as it gets anyway.” Spitfire nodded and wiped away the tear. He didn’t say anything but he did lean in closer to Soarin. “One more question,” the blue pegasus began, eliciting a confused look from his partner,” What do I need to do to cheer you up?” Spitfire laughed. “Well how about this for a start?” The yellow pegasus shot Soarin a real seductive smile and leaned in for a kiss. Soarin responded lovingly with a light peck on the yellow stallion’s lips. He was happy to be back in the usual routine. Soarin broke the embrace. “I think now’s the proper time to move things to your room.” Spitfire nodded and moved around the blue stallion toward the door. “I’ll go ahead and get ready, while you work your way out of the suit.” Soarin watched him go all the way, but it was clear from the way that the fiery stallion moved his hips that Spits expected as much. “Oh and I’ll be counting. You have twenty minutes.” With that Spitfire headed down the hallway, and Soarin began to furiously work his way out of the jumpsuit. ***** Spitfire hummed cheerfully as he cuffed himself to the bed. Soarin had never bothered to ask him what his obsession was with this particular kink, and he was admittedly happy about that. It was embarrassing after all, admitting that he enjoyed the utter loss of control during sex. And of course, admitting just how much he trusted the cocky stallion wouldn’t do him any good anyway. Still humming he spread himself out on the bed and slipped the second hoofcuff on, just in time for his stallion to saunter in. “Hey isn’t it my job to put the cuffs on?” he asked. Spitfire put on an annoyed expression and turned to conceal himself. “Well you took too long, so I had to do it myself.” The fiery stallion then made sure to turn his head dismissively. Soarin didn’t respond vocally. He simply climbed into the bed and stared the fiery stallion straight in the eyes with that obnoxious smile of his. Spitfire tried to hold out, but he only managed a few second before the same smile overtook his own face. “You’re such a bad actor,” his partner said while nudging him playfully. Spitfire would have smacked Soarin’s hoof away normally, but his own hooves were of course tied. Instead he opted for a more diplomatic solution. When the blue stallion’s hoof moved close enough he made sure to catch it with his tongue, and lick it as provocatively as he could. It was hardly hitting the g-spot, but Soarin got the message. “Eager to start today?” Spitfire stopped licking and Soarin pulled his hoof away. “Well I did have some extra time to get ready?” Soarin chuckled. “Well maybe if you keep picking on me, I won’t help you out.” Spitfire followed Soarins hoof as he moved it downwards and started stroking himself. “Maybe I’ll just sit here staring at you and enjoy ‘myself’.” Spitfire dragged his gaze away from his partner’s stallionhood and stared him dead in the eyes. “And what makes you think I wouldn’t enjoy that?” “Well you would,” the obnoxious pegasus admitted, “But I’m guessing you wouldn’t enjoy it as much as this?” Soarin inched himself closer as he spoke and began to stroke Spitfire’s member along with his own. “And I know you wouldn’t enjoy it as much as this.” Soarin reached across his partner and began to delicately caress his wings. Spitfire jerked against the chains for a moment. His reflexes told him to slap Soarin’s hoof away or fold his wings, and of course neither was going to happen anytime soon. Soarin was truly delicate though as he skillfully moved his hoof between the feathers and strokes the sensitive skin beneath them. Soarin laughed. “You are way too into wing play.” “S-shut up,” Spitfire stuttered. He probably would have finished with an insult of his own, but he was quickly interrupted by another peck on the lips from his lover. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be making demands aren’t I?” Soarin smiled and increased his pace around the pair’s groins. He also added in a brief press on his partner’s wing, prompting Spitfire to gasp. “After all isn’t that the point of this?” Spitfire nodded. “Alright sir,” he said after regaining his breath, “Do I even have to ask what those demands are?” The yellow pegasus punctuated his statement by wrapping a hind leg around his lover’s waist. “I think you might be surprised?” Soarin gave his partner another kiss and ceased his groin stroking for a moment to push away Spitfire’s leg. The blue pegasus backed off the bed and reached for the lube Spitfire had left on the nightstand. “Seems like you’re looking pretty eager to start,” the yellow stallion said with a smirk. Soarin nodded and climbed back onto the bed mumbling,” Go ahead and turn over,” as he stood above his bound lover. Spitfire complied, and raised his legs. To his surprise, Soarin’s first move was actually to lower them. His second move was to pour the bottle’s contents onto the fiery stallion’s shaft and begin to spread it with his hooves. “Well this is a change,” Spitfire said jokingly. Soarin set the bottle aside and shot his partner a smile. “I just thought we could break from routine today,” he said,” You know in celebration.” Spitfire shook his head. “Soarin, you don’t have to-“ The stallion was once again cut off by a kiss as his partner climbed into position on top of him. “I think it’s pretty obvious I don’t have to,” he said, breaking the kiss and gesturing to the cuffs, “You should know by now when I do something, it’s because I want to.” Soarin shot his partner one more winning smile, and slid back onto Spitfire’s shaft. The stallion flinched as he was penetrated, but the smile plastered on his face only grew wider. Spitfire contributed as much as he could by thrusting his hips, but, thanks to the handcuffs, Soarin was still the one in control. He lowered himself slowly and gently onto Spitfire’s member. It wasn’t a new experience, but it was certainly a rare one, and he intended to take it slowly. He actually reached his partner’s hips much sooner than he had expected after faltering a bit and falling onto him. His reaction was simply to moan, in pleasure and continue onward. After he was comfortable with the feeling, Soarin began to move as fast as he could manage. Spitfire, meanwhile, spent all his energy trying to keep himself from reaching his peak too fast. Unfortunately due to the usual position he assumed, he had tried to practice sensitivity rather than endurance. It didn’t take long for the yellow pegasus to cum, although the final burst did come as a surprise to Soarin, who had just managed to lower himself to the end of the shaft when it happened. A long drawn out moan escaped him as he stopped to savor the feeling. This was a new experience, and it felt good. The blue stallion clenched tightly and began pumping again soon after. Another burst shot into him with each motion, and he could tell that he was close. Spitfire began to jerk at the chains as he saw Soarin increasing his pace. He could tell his lover was mere inches from cumming, and he found that he almost desperately wanted to help him finish. The good news was that his help was apparently unnecessary. After one final pump Soarin slammed his hooves on the bed and let out another loud moan. The next indication that he had finished came to Spitfire as a splatter of warm liquid on his face and chest. The final indication came of course when the stallion collapsed, panting, on top of him. “I thought we agreed you would never cum on my face,” Spitfire chuckled. “No demands from you remember,” Soarin responded jokingly through his panting. The two laughed together for a moment after that before Soarin finally pulled himself off of his partner. Just before stepping off the bed he planted one more kiss on Spitfires lips. This one lasted far longer than a peck though, and finally broke with Soarin saying an affectionate, “I love you Spits.” Spitfire simply smiled up at his lover for a moment before responding. “I love you too Soar.” FancypantsxHoity ToityFancypants stared at the letter for a few moments before sighing and tossing it onto the nightstand. “What is it, dear?” the white mare on the other side of the room asked. “It’s nothing Fleur.” Fancypants responded. Fleur knew he was lying of course, but like a true actress she never gave it away and instead went about her work of closing the curtains without even shooting him a glance. When she finished her work and joined him on the bed, however, she was a touch more forthcoming. “Hoity again I take it?” she said slyly as she wrapped her arms around the white unicorn. Fancy smiled over his shoulder and nodded. “That stallion’s insatiable. I swear this is my third ‘fitting this week.” The stallion gently squeezed Fleur’s hoof as he spoke, and once he had finished he calmly moved her away from him so he could join her more comfortably on the mattress. “Three times,” the pink-maned mare responded jokingly as she slid away to give her partner room,” This must be quite the suit.” “Yes quite the suit.” Fancy smiled dreamily as he turned to face the mare and took his proper place across from her. It was then that he finally noticed she had closed the curtains. “You know Fleur,” he said, “You don’t have to close those every night.” Fleur chuckled. “Well I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t want the paparazzi seeing what we do in here every night,” Fleur shot him another sly grin as she pulled out a couple of her favorite toys. “So Fancy,” she said seductively,” Scrabble…or go fish?” Fancypants smiled and shook his head before letting out a chuckle of his own. “I’d say I’m in a go fish mood tonight, ‘my dear.’” ***** Hoity Toity was busy at his work bench when his guest finally arrived the next day. Fancypants had learned long ago that it was best not to disturb him while he was working, so he stayed back for some time and watched before approaching. He generally enjoyed watching the stallion work, but, after about thirty minutes of standing by his side waiting for a reaction, he finally decided to give him a prod. This provoked much less of a reaction than Fancy had expected however. Instead of using his typical right hook Hoity merely swatted his hoof away before realizing who was there. Of course, Fancy was happy that he didn’t need to duck as usual, but he had to admit he was disappointed by the lack of an overzealous apology. As a replacement he merely got a disinterested, “Oh. Sorry about that, hun,” followed by a smile and a slightly more invested, “Glad to see you came.” “You seem oddly subdued,” Fancy said as Hoity began to move his work aside, “Did a waiter spit in your morning coffee again?” This managed to illicit a derisive chuckle from the designer. “It’s a little early in the day for your tasteless jokes, Fancy,” he responded. Fancypants responded by grabbing the designer by the chin and turning his head. “Your grin says otherwise.” Hoity sighed and shook his head out of the unicorn’s grasp. “Well I have been known to lie from time to time,” he said, smile still on his face. “Speaking of-“ “Yes, nopony saw me come in,” Fancypants interrupted,” You really worry too much. You know-“ This time it was Hoity’s turn to interrupt. However, in typical fashion, he acted far more aggressively by manually closing his lover’s mouth. “Spare me the coming out speech Fancy. I’m not in the mood.” The gray stallion spoke somberly, but the smile remained on his face. Fancy nodded and gently moved Hoity’s hoof away from his face. “I apologize,” he said,” Although, if you don’t mind I would like to know what had put you in this ‘mood.’” Hoity gazed lovingly at the unicorn just a moment too long before answering with the Canterlot elite standard, “It’s nothing,” and turning away to continue cleaning up his workbench. Had Fancypants not known the designer for years he wouldn’t have noticed it himself, but it was clear that he was hiding something. And, more importantly, it was something that he didn’t want to hide. The unicorn didn’t press Hoity on the matter; feeling he would tell him when he was ready. Instead he replied with a casual, “If you say so,” and sat aside while the designer finished putting away his designs. Of course, once the designer had finished Fancy had no reason to hold back. “So, care to explain why you called me here today, dear?” he asked as he slid up to the gray stallion. Hoity responded with a humorless chuckle and looked out at Fancy over his signature glasses. “You know perfectly well why you’re here,” he said, punctuating the statement with a rather blatant slap to his lover’s flank. “Well of course,” the unicorn responded by wrapping a foreleg around the designer’s own flank, “I was just curious about what made you so keen. After all, this violates your ‘Never two days in a row’ rule.” “Well paranoia can give way every now and again. Let’s just say I was in a mood.” With that, Hoity leaned forward and locked Fancy in a tight kiss. Fancy noted that the kiss was incredibly passionate, even for Hoity. If he didn’t know better he’d swear the stallion was trying to steal his tonsils. The kiss didn’t last long unfortunately. Hoity broke it off rather quickly in fact so he could move on to something slightly more important. “Now let’s get you out of that suit,” he said as he moved down the unicorn, causing the warm breath to caress his neck, “We can’t have you leaving here stained now can we?” Fancy smiled down at the gray pony as he undid his partner’s buttons. This was, in Fancy’s opinion, the greatest benefit to having an earth pony as a lover. With unicorns the disrobing was always simple and quick, but Hoity always made sure to make it intimate. He lingered shortly after undoing each button in order to caress his partner’s chest with each breath, and Fancy loved every moment of it. The unicorn stroked his lover’s mane gingerly while the stallion worked, and decided to return the favor with a touch of magic. The unicorn’s horn glowed brightly as Hoity’s collar and cufflinks came undone and flew onto the nearby workbench. He made sure to leave the designer’s signature shades though. The last time he had taken them off in the middle of foreplay Hoity swallowed a button, and he’d had quite a bit of difficulty getting things back on track after that. Hoity clearly remembered the incident as well, since as soon as his clothing had begun to glow he had increased his pace. Fancy leaned back about halfway down the shirt to allow the stallion better access to the buttons, and by the time his partner had finished he was completely on his back. The head of stallion who had been undressing him was, naturally, now positioned at his crotch. From there, the gray stallion wasted no time in wrapping his lips around Fancy’s member and lowering his head. Fancy saw this as the chance to finish undressing his lover. However, his concentration quickly failed him as soon as the shades were lifted off of Hoity’s face, and the glasses fell to the floor as he felt his partner’s teeth gently grip his shaft. Fancy even found himself moaning as his lover dragged his teeth gently up and off of the unicorn’s length. “Did you want to keep them on?” Fancy asked. Hoity responded by sliding across the stallion and giving him a playful bite on the nose. “No, I just wanted to teach you a lesson.” He then made a point to slide the unicorn’s monocle, rather unceremoniously, off of his face. “Well you did a terrible job,” Fancy responded before planting another brief kiss on the designer’s lips. Meanwhile Fancy’s horn began to glow, and Hoity briefly bit his partner’s lip as he felt the unicorn’s magic stretch his ring. Hoity broke the kiss shortly after in order to slide further up the unicorn and position himself in front of his lover’s shaft. Fancy responded by wrapping his hooves around the stallion and guiding him onto the tip of the member. From there Hoity took over. He gasped silently as he edged slowly backwards onto the lengthy rod, and, while Fancy did his best to coax him further on, it was some time before the gray stallion had reached the end. Once he did reach the end, however, he made sure to do so with style. To start Hoity made sure to kiss Fancy as passionately as he could manage just before sliding fully back. Then, once he had made sure he was in complete control, the gray stallion lifted himself to the very edge of the unicorn’s shaft; just before slamming back onto it as quickly as he could. The surprise alone was enough to cause Fancy to gasp, but the feeling that came with it was incredible. Fancy briefly threw his head back to take in a breath, but it was not Hoity’s intent to give him time to do so. Fancy almost immediately found that he was once more lip-locked with his lover. The unicorn noted that there was a lot more kissing going on than usual, but he didn’t complain. Hoity’s kisses had always been the high point of their courtship, especially when they were passionate. This time Fancy took charge, however. Not only did he move his hooves to hold the handsome stallion’s face close to his, he also made sure that this time he would be stealing Hoity’s tonsils. Throughout the length of this rather intense kiss Hoity continued his hip movements at a steadier pace, without surprises, and Fancy did his best to keep in time. This lasted for about as long as the pair felt they could comfortably hold their breaths. It was the earth pony that finally broke for air, and, once again, he made sure to do it with style. At the same moment he broke away, Hoity made sure to throw his head back and relax into a firm seat atop his partner. Of course he never let go of Fancy for a moment, and the white stallion found himself pulled into the seat along with his lover. After both of them had a moment to breath, the designer shot Fancy a loving smile. “Would you mind terribly if I took a break?” he asked with a touch of mock-politeness. Fancy nodded, instantly catching his meaning. Hoity gave his lover another peck on the nose as he lifted himself off of the unicorn, and helped him to a stand. Once the pair of them were both upright, Hoity shot his partner a wink and leaned onto the nearby desk. “Don’t be gentle,” he said. Fancy quickly joined the Hoity on the desk, and responded to the comment by giving his lover a playful bite on the neck as he slowly slid himself inside of the stallion. Usually, this was as rough as he ever got. Hoity knew as much of course, and made sure to let out a deep, sensual moan as the stallion above him moved in. The unicorn might not move fast, but he knew how to move properly. In the meantime, Fancy applied the same careful attention to his partner’s shaft, by applying a gentle stroke with his right hoof while his left hoof kept Hoity’s head in place. All the while he made sure to keep his lips gently wrapped around his lover’s neck; biting as each thrust reached its end. Fancy gasped and braced himself when Fancy finally really sunk his teeth in. This was the unicorn’s way of signaling that things really were going to get rough; a rare treat for the lucky designer. The pace of Fancy’s thrusts quickened rapidly, but he made sure to keep his caressing of Hoity’s member gentle. It took some degree of self-control to do so, but it was worth it as it prompted the stallion below him to begin thrusting himself in an effort to achieve his own climax more quickly. Fancy was only barely containing himself as his partner squirmed below him and demanded, between gasps, for him to thrust, “Harder.” The unicorn complied with more powerful, if slower thrusts. Soon enough the attempts to keep himself from bursting caused him to lose focus on anything else, and his work on Hoity’s shaft began to take on the same form, in both speed and power, as his thrusts. This final alteration quickly pushed Hoity over the edge. Fancy heard the gasps briefly ceased and felt the warm liquid splash onto his hoof. That was enough for the unicorn, and his pace was more quickened in an effort to finish. Then with one final thrust the unicorn grasped his partner tightly, and let his seed flow into him. He could feel Hoity squirm as the liquid filled him, but he didn’t pull away as Fancy had suspected. Instead he leaned further into the unicorn, as if he didn’t want a single drop of the white liquid spilled. The gray stallion even made sure to hold onto Fancy’s hoof after he’d finished; evidently not wanting to be separated just yet. Fancy smiled to himself and wrapped his hooves around Hoity. The pair stood like that for a few more minutes before the designer finally let go, and Fancy pulled away from him. Hoity casually lowered himself off of the desk and turned to his love with a smile. “I suppose you should get showered,” he said. “I think you’ll need that more than me,” Fancy responded, with a nod to his partner’s rear, still dripping with semen. Hoity nodded. “That may be true, but you still need to clean up before you leave.” With that the stallion walked up and planted another kiss on the unicorn. It was loving, but not as passionate as before. It reminded Fancy of the kisses he and Fleur had shared for the cameras, but of course more…real. “I’ll hop into the shower,” Hoity said after breaking the brief kiss, “You can either join me, or clean up in the sink.” With that, Hoity calmly walked off toward the bathroom. Fancy originally made to follow the stallion immediately, but something made him pause. He glanced over to the workbench once more. For a moment his thoughts flickered back to the designers thinly veiled, “It’s nothing,” from earlier. Since then, the unicorn had formulated something of a guess about what Hoity’s secret was, and he was eager to confirm his suspicions. Fancy paused only a moment to glance in the drawers before Hoity called for him with an, “Are you coming or not?” Fancy smiled and responded with a strangely compassionate, “I’ll be right there,” before closing the drawer and moving to join his love. His suspicions had been confirmed. Later that day, during an otherwise mundane garden party, Hoity proposed. FancypantsxBig MacintoshFancypants glanced once more at his pocket-watch. His date was by no means late yet, but he had to admit he’d expected Rarity to arrive earlier. Perhaps she was simply taking her time chatting with the other couple. He could easily imagine that. Rarity could certainly become talkative when the mood struck her. It was one of the qualities he found he admired in the oddly high-class Ponyvillian. Fancy had initially been curious of the mare’s insistence on making this a double date at first, but that was before he had remembered her penchant for social activity. In fact, he had to admit he felt foolish for thinking a dullard like himself would have been able to entertain her alone. No sooner had he finished this thought then the object of his affection entered his view. Accompanying the alabaster mare was a pair of stallions; one large and red, the other feminine with a caramel color. Fancy smiled quietly to himself. The generous mare must’ve offered to join a young couple of colts too nervous to come out on their own. He couldn’t blame them. It was no surprise that a small town like this might not take kindly to a pair like them. He waved the group to his table shortly after Rarity had begun talking with the host. The host then made sure to escort them hastily to his table along with a few menus. Nopony paid the host any attention though of course. Rarity was far too busy introducing them all. “Hello Fancy darling,” the mare said as she took a seat beside him and gave him a playful peck on the cheek, “I’d like you to meet our company for the evening. This little one over here is Caramel,” she pointed a hoof to the smaller, more mare-like of the pair. “Pleased to meet you,” the tan pony said cheerfully as he took his own seat. “And this stud over here,” Rarity continued with only the slightest pause to point her hoof at their other guest, “Is Big Macintosh.” Big Macintosh responded with a nervous smile and a nod. Fancy quickly struck upon him as the reason Rarity had insisted on doubling up. He was clearly quite shy. “I’m sure you’ll get along fabulously,” the mare finished. Fancy nodded and extended a hoof towards the couple. Both of them shook it quite gingerly, although Big Macintosh did so with a decidedly firmer grip. “Pleasure to meet you both,” the unicorn said once he’d withdrawn his hoof. What proceeded from there was what Fancy could only describe as a surprisingly boring evening. Caramel was certainly a talkative colt. So talkative in fact that he had managed to leave little room for anypony else to speak. Rarity was the only pony he ever made pause for. Perhaps it was out of courtesy to the only mare at the table; regardless, the only solace Fancy found in the meal was the food itself. Eventually he managed to give up attempting to insert himself into Caramel and Rarity’s conversation and decided to begin talking with other abandoned stallion at the table. “So, Big Macintosh was it?” The red stallion nodded before turning downward to take a quick drink from a cider bottle. Right,” Fancy continued, “What is it you do for a living?” Big Macintosh paused to savor his drink for a moment before responding. “Ah’m a farmer,” was all he said once he’d finished. Fancy noted that the poor fellow was still averting his eyes though. “You must be Applejack’s brother then,” Fancy said, still desperate for some form of conversation. “Eeyup.” Fancy waited a few seconds for more, before it became apparent that no more was coming. Perhaps he’d best approach this from another direction. “You seem nervous,” was all he said, but hopefully it would be enough to get the stallion talking. Big Macintosh nodded and finally turned his gaze to the unicorn. “Sorry,” he said, “This is my first date in a while.” He spoke quite calmly and clearly, but Fancy could see him blushing even through the red coat. “Shame it’s not going very well,” Fancy said with an aside glance at the talkative colt sitting next to Big Macintosh. “Sorry ‘bout that. Caramel sure can talk up a storm.” The stallion’s stoic face actually gave way to a nervous smile while he spoke. It looked good on him. “Still ah’m glad he’s here. It’s nice to have a friend along.” Fancy paused for a moment before nodding. “Yes I suppose it is,” he said as he slowly turned his gaze to the mare beside him. The mare in question had taken a momentary pause to return the smile he was shooting her, and urge him to continue talking with what was evidently his date. Fancy merely nodded in response to her and turned back to Big Macintosh. This was going to be a long dinner. ***** Fancy managed to make good conversation with Big Macintosh throughout the night. Truth be told, he did find him somewhat charming, but he still had to find some way to let the poor colt down gently. Eventually he settled on the truth as the best option. Big Macintosh struck him as somepony with a tough hide. Besides, making excuses would probably do little more than hurt him in the end. In order to avoid a scene, Fancy decided to wait until the two of them were alone before explaining the rather awkward situation. The chance came easily enough of course. Rarity was nothing if not eager to see a successful coupling, and, at her insistence, Fancy found himself walking Big Macintosh back to his home on the far side of ponyville. Big Macintosh took it surprisingly well. He simply kept walking in silence while Fancy explained the misunderstanding with Rarity. It was only once the unicorn had finished that he deigned to speak. “Just one question,” he said, stopping momentarily to face Fancypants, “If ya’ had a marefriend back in Canterlot, why did Rarity think ya’ liked stallions?” Fancy laughed in spite of himself. “Well you know how the tabloids are. One coltfriend and you’re gay for life. After I left Fleur she used that as the excuse, and the press ate it up. Apparently bisexuality is something that only exists in myths.” “So ya’ do like stallions.” Big Macintosh shot Fancy a smile and resumed walking. Fancy was thrown briefly, but did his best to conceal it behind his usual grin as he continued trotting beside the red stallion. “Does that mean you’re still pursuing this?” Fancy asked. Big Macintosh responded with a nod, but didn’t turn to face his companion. “Ah’ don’t see you walkin’ away.” “I promised my friend that I would see you home,” Fancy retorted jokingly. The stallion trotting beside him nodded, but didn’t speak. In fact no more words were uttered at all until they had reached Big Macintosh’s home. It had something of a downhome charm to it, the unicorn had to admit. Big Macintosh nodded and opened the door. “Coffee?” he asked, without the slightest deviation from his usual tone. ***** Fancy wasn’t quite sure what it was that finally got him into the stallion’s bedroom. Perhaps it was the assurances that it was a one-time thing, or maybe it was Big Macintosh’s promise that he wouldn’t mention it to the papers. Truth be told, it was probably just because he hadn’t had it in a while. Although that was hardly something he’d admit to. Regardless of the reason, Fancypants now found himself sitting on the Big Macintosh’s bed. His suit had been neatly folded and laid on a bedside table while he awaited the stallion’s return. Big Macintosh had told the unicorn to settle in while he got ready. Admittedly Fancy was curious about what he was doing in preparation. He had originally suspected he might be gathering some simple basic supplies, but he was curious about why the stallion had to leave the room to do so. The reasoning became clear once Big Macintosh reentered his room. The large red stallion had been taking his time getting dressed it seemed. The stallion in front of the door was wearing a quartet of long green socks and a set of green undergarments. In addition, the stallion was also wearing a distinct blush. “H-how do ah’ look?” he asked nervously. Fancy’s thoughts were rather easy to read in this particular situation, but he responded nonetheless. “You look quite nice,” was all he could manage to say while retaining a degree of eloquence. This only caused the stallion’s blushing to grow even brighter. “H-how b-bout from this angle?” Big Mac asked again. This time he turned to display the undergarments a bit more. A single red apple was adorned on them, and they were doing remarkably little to conceal the stallion’s features. In fact, Fancy could see quite a bit of Big Macintosh’s shaft sticking out of the front end. Fancy failed to think of a response. The pressure in his groin was growing more intense by the second as he watched the stallion in front of him display himself. “Where do you keep the lube,” was all he could manage to say. Big Mac blushed and turned to nod to a nightstand on the other side of the bed. Without taking his eyes off the pony in front of him Fancy moved back to the stand and pulled open the drawer. Inside was stored a single bottle of lubricant, a black stallion dildo, and a set of pink stockings. Fancy chose to ignore the toy, but he had to admit that the stockings did catch his eye. In the end, he chose to take them out along with the bottle. Fancy made a show of donning the stockings of course, with a not so subtle lifting of his legs to display both his stallionhood and his asshole as he turned on the bed. Big Macintosh actually began to drool as he watched the unicorn magically pull his extra stockings over his hooves. With the stallion distracted by this display, Fancy also decided to take this chance to float the bottle, unnoticed, over to Big Mac’s rear. The stallion gasped, primarily in surprise, as he felt the lubricant container maneuver it’s way around his panties and lightly probe his hole. The liquid inside filled Big Mac with warmth as it oozed into him. Fancy pulled the bottle out with a pop as he finished dressing and stood over the stallion. He was going to ask if his partner was ready, but Big Mac responded with an affirmative nod before he could even ask the question. Fancy nodded back in response and eased his way into the stallion. Fancy didn’t bother to remove the thong before he made his move. Just as he did with the bottle, he merely inched the underwear aside with his tip and began to stretch Big Mac’s ring. The crimson stallion remained completely silent as Fancy forced himself in. Fancy on the other hoof began to moan quite loudly the second after he felt the Big Mac constrict around his member. Big Mac pushed back powerfully with each of Fancy’s thrusts, and the unicorn was surprised to find that he had already reached his deepest by the fourth movement. It was once Fancy finally reached his deepest that his partner paused and started grunting. In consideration for Big Macintosh, Fancy paused momentarily himself to lean down and wrap his hooves around the stallion. “Do you want me to continue?” Fancy asked seductively. The prompted another grunt and an eager nod from the stallion below him. Fancy smiled to himself and pulled away from Big Macintosh. Within a moment he had his hooves on the stallion’s back and had resumed his thrusting at a steady pace. Big Mac responded very positively to these motions. Before long the big red stallion had fallen forward, not due to the pressure that Fancy was placing on his back, but out of a desire to lean further into the unicorn. Fancy couldn’t contain himself for very long after Big Mac had reached his lowest point. The combined feeling of the stallion and the silk thong as they rubbed against his shaft was simply too much. Fancy let out a particularly loud moan as he fell forward and wrapped his hooves around Big Mac once more. Big Mac let out a loud grunt of his own as he pushed himself slightly harder against the unicorn. The pair remained locked together, panting, for some time after that before Fancy pulled away. After this moment passed Fancy carefully removed himself from Big Mac and took a seat back on the stallion’s bed. Fancy had to admit a bit of satisfaction as he watched the cloth of Big Macintosh’s thong darken. “That really is a good look on you,” he commented. Big Macintosh turned back and smiled. “You look pretty fine yourself,” he said with a blush. Fancy glanced down at his legs. He figured that Big Macintosh was probably referring to the lingerie he was now wearing. It didn’t take long for Big Mac’s head to suddenly break into his vision. “Mind if ah’ get a better look?” he asked. Fancy nodded and laid back on the bed while lifting his legs. From there Big Mac moved quickly from there. Fancy cringed away momentarily as he felt the stallion’s tongue slide across his rear. Noticing this Big Macintosh lifted his head and shot Fancy a concerned look. The unicorn nodded him along. “It’s just been a while,” he said. Big Mac responded with a nod and continued with his work; more slowly this time. Fancy still cringed but he didn’t pull away. The feeling was wonderful, and it became even more wonderful when Big Mac finally eased the organ inside of him. The stallion made sure to make this last too. It was just about when Fancy began to feel himself hardening again that he finally stopped the caress. Fancy caught his breath and looked back to the stallion. Big Mac was getting to a stand now. After his head was lifted back to a more standard height, he moved to join Fancy on the bed. The unicorn actually gulped once Big Mac had positioned himself. The stallion looked quite intimidating from this angle. Big Mac started to say something, but Fancy nodded before he could get the words out. This prompted another brief blush from the red stallion, but Fancy paid it no attention. His mind was focused on the rather large instrument now casually hovering around his rear. It certainly felt a lot bigger than it had looked in the panties. Once given the go ahead Big Mac once more moved quickly and with purpose. Fancy let loose a loud yelp at the moment of penetration, and for a moment he felt the stallion shy backwards. He fixed this problem quickly however by inching back towards the stallion and spreading his legs just a touch wider. “Don’t stop just yet,” he said. Big Mac smiled quietly and moved into his second thrust. Fancy did his best to stifle the noises that Big Mac’s thrusts urged him to make, but in the end he failed quite spectacularly. The moans grew louder with each deeper push that the stallion made, and it eventually culminated in a raucous fit of yelling while Big Mac pounded his rear. Fancy wasn’t sure exactly how long it lasted. He measured time as best as he could by catching the occasional glance at Big Mac’s face whenever he could manage to open his eyes on the pullback before a particularly powerful thrust. At first the stallion seemed concerned, but that passed quickly. The stallion remained in a fit of pleasure for a good portion of time after that, and after that he moved into a holding back sort of cringe. Throughout the activity though, Big Mac kept up a steady and strong pace. Fancy could feel his own second climax while he watched Big Mac struggle to hold back his first. All it would take was a little push from his magic and he would be able to reach it, but he had to admit that he was curious to see if the large stallion could push him the remaining distance. It took him by surprise when Big Mac not only did so, but went above and beyond this call. Big Mac’s last few thrusts were his most powerful yet. The stallion backed out completely with each one, and each pound produced another yell from Fancy, though it only took the first one to push him over the edge. This climax wasn’t quite as powerful as the last had been, but it was every bit as satisfying; Big Mac’s continued thrusting made sure of that. Big Macdidn’t last much longer either though. It was, by the unicorn’s count only five more thrusts before he finished; six if you counted the finale. And Big Mac made sure to make a display of that finale. His final thrust was less powerful and more skilled. With a careful movement made to press down just right, the stallion glided smoothly across Fancy’s own length just in time for his finish. Afterwards he was more than happy to help the unicorn clean the warm fluid off of his chest. Fancy gently stroked Big Macintosh’s mane as he felt the tongue glide across his coat. “I must say,” he said after taking a minute to catch his breath, “That went better than I had expected.” Big Mac didn’t respond; he was too absorbed in his cleaning to. Still, Fancy doubted that he’d disagree. ***** Fancypants left the following morning before Big Macintosh woke up. As much fun as it had been, he still had a reputation to keep up, and damage control would already be bad enough as it was thanks to his momentary lapse in judgment. He did make sure to leave his companion a souvenir before departing though. In the same drawer that he returned the lingerie, Fancy dropped his bowtie before departing to speak to Rarity. SoarinxFancypants (+Others)Fancypants stared uncomfortably at the food on his plate. It was a nice looking salad really. It was a simple dish made of various shades of green sprinkled with orange peel and carrot shreds. He was snapped out of his salad revelry by a nudge from the pony sitting next to him. “You nervous, Fancy?” Fancypants shook his head and turned to his neighbor. The stallion next to him was none other than his good friend and business partner Caesar, wearing his usual top hat monocle and collar. “I’m not new to sponsorship discussions Caesar,” he said with a confident smile,” I’m just surprised by the turnout is all. Usually I do this kind of thing one-on-one.” The turnout he spoke of was quite odd when he thought about it. While Caesar and himself both made sense as attendees due to both their business interests and their reputation as sports fans, the other two guests confused him. Fine, Jet Set had business interests as well (Perhaps Fancy was simply too inexperienced to understand why a fashion magazine would care about the Wonderbolts) but what was Prince Blueblood doing here? Then of course there was the ballroom. For only four ponies such a venue seemed rather excessive. Besides, a presentation just didn’t make sense to Fancypants when, in his experience, individual meetings were overall much more efficient. “I’m losing you again Fancy,” his friend said with another jab. “Oh right sorry. You were saying?” Caesar rolled his eyes and returned to his food. “I was just saying you think too much. Just enjoy the evening okay? The team went to a lot of trouble to set this whole thing up.” “Funny I didn’t think it was that difficult for a group of celebrities to reserve a ballroom.” “Well they’re also providing us with dinner.” “Why yes. It is a lovely salad isn’t it,” the suited unicorn responded jokingly. Caesar responded with an exaggerated eye-roll before going back to his salad. Fancy guessed that his friend was trying to think of some sort of witty response. Unfortunately he never got the chance to hear it, as the guests of honor finally arrived just in time to stop him. Instead, all he said was, “Ah looks like they’re here.” The first thing that struck Fancypants as surprising once he had looked to the ballroom door was the number of ponies entering. There were five in total; Wave Chill, Fire Streak, Lightning Streak, Rapifire, and, finally, Soarin. The other thing that struck him as somewhat odd, apart from the lack of the Wonderbolt’s leader, Spitfire, was that everypony in the group was wearing their uniform rather than the formal wear typical for this kind of meeting. Additionally, it was made all the more informal by the fact that their hoods were pulled back. The dark blue Wave Chill and the fiery maned Fire Streak both took seats across from the prince at the far end of the table, the yellow maned Lightning Streak sat across from the bespectacled Jet Set, and the cloudy maned Rapidfire took a seat across from Caesar. Soarin of course took a seat across from Fancypants, but it took some time for him to notice as he was too busy observing the rest of the party. His attention was only pulled from the other guests due the incredibly unsubtle tap on the table from the pegasus across from him. “My apologies,” he said after turning back to Soarin. “No problem,” the Wonderbolt responded, “You seem kind of surprised. Did Caesar not tell you much?” Fancypants nodded politely. “He left out a few details,” the unicorn shot his friend a dismissive look out of the corner of his eye, “To start he failed to mention that we’d be dealing with the whole team.” He chuckled lightly as he turned his gaze back to Soarin. “I must admit I only expected Spitfire to give a presentation.” Soarin nodded and adapted a fake solemn look. Fancypants assumed he was trying to emulate deep thought, but he was a surprisingly poor actor. “Well Caesar said you’d prefer this setup,” he said,” But I guess you can go if you really don’t want to work with us.” “Well I must say that I would prefer we worked one on one with the captain,” Fancypants said, adapting his own far more convincing expression of stoicism,” But I won’t complain about working with her second in command.” With that said, Soarin’s façade quickly gave way to his well-known, good-humored smile. “I must ask though what made the team decide to do this in a ballroom, and why with such a large group?” “Well we used to do it one on one,” Soarin said,” But this way works much easier. To start,” he gestured to the ballroom,” We only need to get one meeting room.” Plus the rest of the team can help each other out when we need them to.” “Understandable,” the unicorn responded before taking one last glance around the room. He noticed that a bellboy had entered the room, presumably to keep an eye on the group, but apart from that the rest of the group was simply talking. “I suppose we’d best get started then,” he said without turning back to Soarin. “Not even going to look at me,” the pegasus said with a chuckle as he stamped his hoof against the table,” What did you want to watch the others do it first?” Fancypants chuckled himself after that comment. “I suppose that would be rather ridiculous wouldn’t it,” he said, turning back to the pegasus across from him. “I don’t know,” Caesar chimed in, “You might enjoy getting a few tips before you start Fancy.” The white unicorn refused to respond and instead kept his eyes on Soarin. “You’re sure it’s easier this way?” he asked. Soarin nodded. “Easier for us anyway, he said with another chuckle. “Well Celestia help you if you make it easier on the ponies paying you to do this,” Fanypants added jokingly. “Lucky me. I got the stallion with a sense of humor,” Soarin said in response. He spoke oddly quietly, as if he was talking to himself. “Well that’s enough of that,” he said bringing his voice back up to normal volume,” Time we actually got to business,” With that the pegasus leaned forward on the table. “So what exactly are you here for?” he asked. Fancypants paused. The question struck him as odd. Primarily, he imagined, it was the question itself, but something about the tone seemed strange. It was almost seductive. “Well I suppose I should ask what you’re offering before I decide,” he said. Soarin looked at him quizzically for a moment before backing off. “Well I’m offering whatever you want. You’re the one paying here.” The unicorn paused, unsure how to continue. That was when he heard his friend giggling. He turned briefly to gain a glance at Caesar, but noticed that the brown stallion had, oddly enough vanished. Instead, what he saw was the couple beyond Caesar, Jet Set and Lightning, acting quite a bit more like a couple than he had expected. The unicorn of the pair was busy moving a hoof through the pegasues yellow mane while the pegasus was occupied moving his tongue across Jet’s undeniably throbbing stallionhood. Fancy paused for a moment; just barely managing to keep his mouth from dropping. Instead he managed to maintain a polite smile as he turned back to Soarin. “Will you excuse me for a moment?” he asked. Soarin nodded, but didn’t speak. It was abundantly clear that he was barely controlling his laughter. The unicorn chose to ignore this as he slid rather unceremoniously under the table. He was unsurprised to find that this was indeed where Caesar was ‘hiding.’ He was equally unsurprised to see what Caesar was busy doing. In front of the brown stallion Rapidfire’s suit had been crudely torn open, revealing an impressive shaft and pair of balls. Caesar was joyously licking up the length of the tool when Fancy joined him under the table, but he elected to stop once he noticed his friend. “Enjoying the show?” he asked. The white unicorn did like what he saw. In fact the image managed to keep him distracted for a moment before he remembered why he had come down here. Luckily, he recovered before his fellow unicorn had time to notice. “Care to explain why you brought me here?” he asked. Caesar chuckled and returned his attention to the stallion in front of him. “You expressed interest in sponsoring the team,” he said, caressing Rapidfire’s crotch with his hooves as he spoke,” I just thought you might want to get something out of it is all. I understand it’s been a while since you’ve had a good stallion.” Fancy shook his head. “You know that’s because I’m in a relationship Caesar. Remember Fleur?” Caesar glanced back to his friend. “Don’t worry Fancy, nopony will ever hear about this. Quit thinking so much and enjoy.” His friend made sure to gesture towards Soarin on the last word. Fancy’s eyes reflexively followed his friends hoof, and he quickly found himself locking eyes with the pegasus who was supposed to be sitting in at the table above him. “You about done here?” Soarin said with his humorous smile. Fancy paused for a moment and glanced back to Caesar. The unicorn had already returned his attention to his own stallion with renewed vigor. He was now enthusiastically bobbing up and down across the length rather than merely licking it. However he still managed to shoot his friend a compelling look, in fact, the act he was involved in might have made the look even more compelling in hindsight. Fleur never would have to know. With a smile, the unicorn nodded to Soarin and slid out from under the table. The pegasus followed soon after of course, although Fancy was admittedly surprised by the fact that he came out on the same side as him. “So now that that’s cleared up,” Soarin said, provocatively caressing Fancy’s crotch,” I’ll need an answer to my question.” The unicorn responded by gently pushing the Wonderbolt’s hoof away, “Yes,” he said,” I would like to watch the other first.” Soarin paused for a moment before chuckling lightly. “Works for me,” he said turning back to the table, “Gives me some time to get ready.” Fancy nodded and turned his attention back to the other guests. It had been some time since he’d attended one of these “parties,” and he had admitted that he missed the quasi-voyeuristic thrill; something he no longer quite regretted mentioning to Caesar. He glanced over Jet Set rather quickly, as it seemed that the unicorn had recently finished. He only paused for a moment to glance at the semen coated face resting between the gray unicorn’s legs. The way that Lightning Streak slicked his lips was certainly enough to get Fancypants started if nothing else, and he began stroking himself before he moved on to the next party. The next group immediately proved to be more interesting if only due to the fact that it was much larger. Fancy, unfortunately, couldn’t get a good view of the action, but the fact that a pair of Wonderbolts were standing behind the white prince left little to the imagination. Luckily, nothing was left to the imagination at Blueblood’s other end. In front of the prince sat the bellboy from earlier with his hooves pushing down on Blueblood’s head. Fancy could tell from his expression that the colt was just about to burst, and it was clear that the stallion currently atop his shaft could tell as well and was eager to taste the gray stallion’s seed. Unfortunately for the prince, he soon managed to miss that opportunity. Fancy was momentarily stunned by the way that Blueblood suddenly flung his head shouted just as the bellboy climaxed. At first he assumed that the prince had simply decided to finish the boy off as dramatically as possible, but as he turned his attention back to alabaster pony’s rear it became clear that he had a much better justification for his action. Although the view was still blocked, it was undeniably clear that the pegasi behind the prince had just made their entrance. Fancy’s horn almost reflexively began to glow as he watched. The magic stretched his hole expertly as he stared in awe at the ivory unicorn being violently rammed by two stallions just a short distance from him. He briefly stopped his stroking to focus on pushing it further. However, he was soon snapped out of his revelry by the feeling of another hoof on his shaft. Fancy glanced over to see that, while he had been watching the other partygoers, Soarin had managed to remove his uniform. “You’re really enjoying the show huh?” he said with a smile as he turned to get his own look at the threesome. “I can’t say I blame you, but-“the pegasus leaned in closer and threw an arm around the unicorn. For extra emphasis he also gave the rod in his hoof another long, drawn-out stroke. “-I am getting a little impatient over here.” “Perhaps we should get started,” Fancy said. He took a moment to glance at his partner’s…attributes before continuing. He had to admit he was impressed. It had been some time since he experienced the feeling of one of those. “So,” he said, snapping his gaze back to the Wonderbolt,”How did you want to start?” Soarin chuckled. “You’re the boss here sir,” the pegasus made sure to add a sarcastic hat tilt on the last word. “That is,” he continued, switching to a seductive tone,” Unless you wanted me to take control.” Fancy responded with a nod and laid himself down on his side with a leg raised. The unicorn made sure he was able to get a good view under the table as he did so, and he found he was well rewarded for it. At some point during the intervening time Rapidfire had joined Caesar beneath the table, and Caesar had managed to make his way on top. The Wonderbolt of the pair was planted firmly on his back as the entrepreneur bucked him, giving Fancy a perfect shot. The smile that Caesar shot him made him doubt that this was a coincidence. Fancy wasn’t given much time to focus on his friend however. His eye closed quickly in a grimace as Soarin finally penetrated him. The pegasus had been well-lubed, but he was not gentle or slow, and the unicorn had somehow forgotten the pain that came along with the pleasure. He didn’t truly care, of course, as the pleasure was more than worth it, but it was still enough to make him moan. Soarin was unperturbed by both the unicorn’s expression and moaning as he pushed onward. Fancy’s eyes shot open upon feeling a wet sensation on his cheek. The first thing he saw was that the pegasus hoof as planted not far from his face, which explained the kiss. It briefly crossed his mind that he should take a look at the Wonderbolt, but that thought was quickly overridden by the image in front of him. Caesar had picked up his pace upon hearing his friend’s moans. He was currently panting as he wildly humped the pegasus moaning beneath him. His eyes however, remained firmly locked on the unicorn in front of him. After some time of watching this, Fancy finally decided to sneak a glance at the pegasus above him and found that Soarin’s gaze was similarly locked on the pair under the table. The Wonderbolt noticed him turn his head and shot him a knowing smile. Fancy noticed the pace of his thrust’s had slowed suddenly as he grinned, and he took a moment to prepare himself for another powerful thrust. The white unicorn let out another moan as Soarin provided the expected gift. His eyes clamped shut once more as the pleasure overwhelmed him, but he was still briefly aware of an all too familiar shout from nearby. When the unicorn reopened his eyes he saw his friend had, to his surprise let loose outside of Rapidfire. Of course, why he’d done this soon came to light, as he began to seductively lick his seed off of the pegasus; his gaze never leaving Fancypants. This, combined with Soarin’s pounding, was easily enough to push the white unicorn over the edge. The pegasus responded another particularly strong thrust as soon as he saw that his partner’s eyes had opened, and Fancy couldn’t contain himself. The unicorn let out his loudest moan yet as he reached his orgasm. Only some last moment interference from the pegasus’s hoof prevented the ensuing spray from staining his suit. “Glad you enjoyed the show,” Soarin whispered to the unicorn below him, “’Cause it’s about time for the grand finale.” The Wonderbolt’s pace had slowed once more, almost to the point of a crawl, but every thrust now had the same strength that had managed to push fancy over the edge mere moments ago. Even while Fancy could feel Soarin’s semen filling him the pegasus continued. The Wonderbolt finally came to a stop shortly after and removed himself, panting, from the unicorn. “Ta-dah,” he said with a touch of tired sarcasm. Fancy had no response. He simply lowered his leg and took a minute to catch his breath. ***** A short time later the guests had managed to clean themselves up and leave the ballroom. Only Fancy, Caesar, Soarin, and the bellboy remained. It was the colt’s unfortunate job to clean up the room, but he didn’t seem to complain. In fact he was humming merrily as he worked around the trio still seated at the table. “I suppose that settles it,” Fancypants said, pocketing a notebook,” It was a pleasure working with you.” “Does that mean I can finally go?” Soarin asked with a chuckle. Fancy nodded in response and rose to go to the door. Caesar sighed and took a glance at his pocket watch. “Honestly, Fancy, I can’t believe you actually stayed behind to discuss the terms.” Caesar shook his head dismissively and waved to the pegasus now at the door. Soarin stopped abruptly and returned to the table with a sigh. “Is there something you forgot?” Fancy asked. Caesar shook his head. “Not forgot. I just had to delay it thanks to you.” He shot his friend a sly smile as Soarin once more took his seat. “You two need something else?” Caesar nodded and slapped the Wonderbolt on the back. “As a matter of fact we do, sir,” the brown stallion said with his smile still directed at his friend. “Fancy and I just wanted to see if you might be up for a ‘private performance’ later tonight.” Soarin paused for a moment before turning to the white unicorn and smiling. “No more paperwork right?” Fancy sighed and shook his head. “In that case, you’ve got a deal,” the pegasus said with a forceful, not to mention unexpected, hoofshake. Fancy quickly removed his hoof and stood up. “I’ll drop by if I have time,” he said, “but I hope you don’t mind if I bring an extra guest.” The pair across from him nodded almost in unison, before walking with him to the door. Soarin left shortly after, but Caesar took a moment to pull his friend aside before he left. “You and Fleur have a nice time,” he said,” He’ll be waiting for you in room 302,” with that, Fancy’s friend gave him a peck on the cheek and exited the hotel.
Soarinx(Rule63)SpitfireSoarin whistled joyfully to himself as he dressed. He always hated this part. The suit was not only uncomfortable, but also hard to put on. He had suggested the designer include a zipper, but the obnoxious pony had insisted it would somehow ruin the aerodynamics of the jumpsuit. So Soarin and the rest of the team had to squeeze themselves into and out of the stupid things between performances. Soarin had almost managed to finish up before Spitfire burst in with a, “Soarin, are you ready yet.” “I’m almost dressed Spits,” Soarin turned and shot his leader a smile. “Or were you hoping to catch a peek?” Spitfire gave his friend a playful slap. “Soarin we don’t have time we need you out there in five okay?” “Are you sure? I can get this off in just twenty minutes if you’re up for it?” Spitfire just chuckled and left the room. Soarin’s eyes followed him as he left. One thing he had to admit he liked about these ridiculous suits; they left very little to the imagination. ***** The show went fantastic as usual with the newly added finale being a real crowd pleaser. A coordinated whirlwind made by six team members with fire trailing behind them followed by a crash and a full on simulated meteor storm perform by most of the team on fire. Truly it was some of Spitfire’s best work, and, a stickler for tradition Soarin guessed, Spitfire had nothing to do by the end of the night but complain about what went wrong. “-Also Misty you were late with the dowsing clouds. Be more careful next time somepony could’ve burned their mane off.” Soarin was finally starting to listen again now that their leader was nearing the end of his speech. “I think that’s it.” Spitfire glanced at a notebook he kept nearby to double check, but couldn’t seem to find it. Soarin was a bit of a fan of routine himself, and made sure to steal the evil little book every time Spits rambled for more than twenty minutes. “Yeah that should be it,” Soarin said cheerily while the yellow pegasus searched for his book. “Well done on the show everypony. Now go ahead and relax a bit. This was our last show for the season, so we’ve got a break until the wedding in a month.” The gathered pegasi looked to Spitfire for confirmation, and he nodded. After that they cleared out incredibly quickly. Soarin made for the exit himself after most of them had cleared out, but, right in line with the usual routine, Spitfire grabbed one of his wings and held him in place. “Are you hitting on me, sir?” he asked seductively. Spitfire shook his head and sighed. “Just give me the notebook Soarin, I don’t think I’m up for the games tonight.” Soarin happily reached into his mane and showed Spitfire his book, but he moved it out of his friend’s reach before he could grab it. “What did I just say Soarin?” Spitfire asked angrily. At least he probably thought he sounded angry. Soarin could tell he was hiding a smile. “Well first you said I should give you Spits’ notebook,” the blue pegasus moved slowly away from Spitfire as he spoke,” But then you said you weren’t up for games tonight. So I decided you were an imposter.” Soarin punctuated this sentence with his winning smile shooting straight at his friend. “And sourpuss imposters don’t get notebooks.” This wasn’t part of the pair’s usual routine, but Soarin always considered himself to be good at improvising. Spitfire lunged for his subordinate, but Soarin moved quickly around the table. “Alright Soarin I’ll play,” Spitfire said,” What do I have to do to convince you I’m the real Spitfire.” Spits sounded exhausted as he spoke, but he was still trying, and failing, to hide a smile. “Well you’re playing with me, so that’s a start.” Soarin tossed the notebook and moved a little closer to the window. “But I think I’ll need a little more. To start if you’re the real Spits, I’d like to know why you sound so much like an imposter.” Spitfire’s hidden smile faded and was replaced by an imposter of its own. “That doesn’t sound like much fun Soarin,” he said seductively,” Wouldn’t you prefer we play a different game?” “That can wait till later.” Soarin placed the notebook on the windowsill. “First I’d like to finish our little game of interrogation.” Spitfire moved closer and put a hoof on Soarin’s shoulder. “Well you know a proper interrogation doesn’t work without a little torture right?” he continued in his seductive tone. “I’ve got the cuffs back in my room if you want to move the game there.” Soarin noted that his eyes never seemed to leave the notebook. In fact, as the yellow pegasus spoke he reached cautiously behind Soarin towards the little black tome, but he was abruptly stopped by none other than Soarin’s blue wing. Meanwhile, one of the blue pegasus’s other limbs lovingly grabbed his friend’s chin and forced him to look into his eyes. “Spits,” was all he said. Spitfire sighed and backed off. “Alright, Soarin,” he said as he took a seat,” Go ahead and ask again.” Soarin laughed and wrapped a foreleg around the yellow pegasus. “So I won then?” Spitfire’s hidden smile showed again, albeit this time undisguised. “Yeah you won. So what was the question, oh masterful interrogator?” “Alright,” the blue pegasus continued,” Why are you so worried about this latest trick?” “You know why,” was Spitfires only response. Soarin did know why of course. This was Spits’ original trick. The one he had dreamt of performing ever since the two of them had founded the Bolts, and this was the first time they had actually done it in front of an audience. “Alright,” Soarin said,” Then I guess the next question should be why you’re so upset when it went just fine?” The blue pegasus never raised his voice and kept his smile constant as he spoke. Spitfire pretended not to look at him of course, but the smile was infectious and Spitfire was wearing it now even as he spoke forlornly. “It just wasn’t what I imagined is all. Silly right?” the yellow pegasus chuckled,” I guess that’s to be expected after all this time blowing it up in my head, but well…” the leader of the Wonderbolts stopped abruptly. Soarin noticed a single tear begin to trickle down his face. “It was perfect Spits,” he pulled the stallion closer and gave him a peck on the cheek. “As perfect as it gets anyway.” Spitfire nodded and wiped away the tear. He didn’t say anything but he did lean in closer to Soarin. “One more question,” the blue pegasus began, eliciting a confused look from his partner,” What do I need to do to cheer you up?” Spitfire laughed. “Well how about this for a start?” The yellow pegasus shot Soarin a real seductive smile and leaned in for a kiss. Soarin responded lovingly with a light peck on the yellow stallion’s lips. He was happy to be back in the usual routine. Soarin broke the embrace. “I think now’s the proper time to move things to your room.” Spitfire nodded and moved around the blue stallion toward the door. “I’ll go ahead and get ready, while you work your way out of the suit.” Soarin watched him go all the way, but it was clear from the way that the fiery stallion moved his hips that Spits expected as much. “Oh and I’ll be counting. You have twenty minutes.” With that Spitfire headed down the hallway, and Soarin began to furiously work his way out of the jumpsuit. ***** Spitfire hummed cheerfully as he cuffed himself to the bed. Soarin had never bothered to ask him what his obsession was with this particular kink, and he was admittedly happy about that. It was embarrassing after all, admitting that he enjoyed the utter loss of control during sex. And of course, admitting just how much he trusted the cocky stallion wouldn’t do him any good anyway. Still humming he spread himself out on the bed and slipped the second hoofcuff on, just in time for his stallion to saunter in. “Hey isn’t it my job to put the cuffs on?” he asked. Spitfire put on an annoyed expression and turned to conceal himself. “Well you took too long, so I had to do it myself.” The fiery stallion then made sure to turn his head dismissively. Soarin didn’t respond vocally. He simply climbed into the bed and stared the fiery stallion straight in the eyes with that obnoxious smile of his. Spitfire tried to hold out, but he only managed a few second before the same smile overtook his own face. “You’re such a bad actor,” his partner said while nudging him playfully. Spitfire would have smacked Soarin’s hoof away normally, but his own hooves were of course tied. Instead he opted for a more diplomatic solution. When the blue stallion’s hoof moved close enough he made sure to catch it with his tongue, and lick it as provocatively as he could. It was hardly hitting the g-spot, but Soarin got the message. “Eager to start today?” Spitfire stopped licking and Soarin pulled his hoof away. “Well I did have some extra time to get ready?” Soarin chuckled. “Well maybe if you keep picking on me, I won’t help you out.” Spitfire followed Soarins hoof as he moved it downwards and started stroking himself. “Maybe I’ll just sit here staring at you and enjoy ‘myself’.” Spitfire dragged his gaze away from his partner’s stallionhood and stared him dead in the eyes. “And what makes you think I wouldn’t enjoy that?” “Well you would,” the obnoxious pegasus admitted, “But I’m guessing you wouldn’t enjoy it as much as this?” Soarin inched himself closer as he spoke and began to stroke Spitfire’s member along with his own. “And I know you wouldn’t enjoy it as much as this.” Soarin reached across his partner and began to delicately caress his wings. Spitfire jerked against the chains for a moment. His reflexes told him to slap Soarin’s hoof away or fold his wings, and of course neither was going to happen anytime soon. Soarin was truly delicate though as he skillfully moved his hoof between the feathers and strokes the sensitive skin beneath them. Soarin laughed. “You are way too into wing play.” “S-shut up,” Spitfire stuttered. He probably would have finished with an insult of his own, but he was quickly interrupted by another peck on the lips from his lover. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be making demands aren’t I?” Soarin smiled and increased his pace around the pair’s groins. He also added in a brief press on his partner’s wing, prompting Spitfire to gasp. “After all isn’t that the point of this?” Spitfire nodded. “Alright sir,” he said after regaining his breath, “Do I even have to ask what those demands are?” The yellow pegasus punctuated his statement by wrapping a hind leg around his lover’s waist. “I think you might be surprised?” Soarin gave his partner another kiss and ceased his groin stroking for a moment to push away Spitfire’s leg. The blue pegasus backed off the bed and reached for the lube Spitfire had left on the nightstand. “Seems like you’re looking pretty eager to start,” the yellow stallion said with a smirk. Soarin nodded and climbed back onto the bed mumbling,” Go ahead and turn over,” as he stood above his bound lover. Spitfire complied, and raised his legs. To his surprise, Soarin’s first move was actually to lower them. His second move was to pour the bottle’s contents onto the fiery stallion’s shaft and begin to spread it with his hooves. “Well this is a change,” Spitfire said jokingly. Soarin set the bottle aside and shot his partner a smile. “I just thought we could break from routine today,” he said,” You know in celebration.” Spitfire shook his head. “Soarin, you don’t have to-“ The stallion was once again cut off by a kiss as his partner climbed into position on top of him. “I think it’s pretty obvious I don’t have to,” he said, breaking the kiss and gesturing to the cuffs, “You should know by now when I do something, it’s because I want to.” Soarin shot his partner one more winning smile, and slid back onto Spitfire’s shaft. The stallion flinched as he was penetrated, but the smile plastered on his face only grew wider. Spitfire contributed as much as he could by thrusting his hips, but, thanks to the handcuffs, Soarin was still the one in control. He lowered himself slowly and gently onto Spitfire’s member. It wasn’t a new experience, but it was certainly a rare one, and he intended to take it slowly. He actually reached his partner’s hips much sooner than he had expected after faltering a bit and falling onto him. His reaction was simply to moan, in pleasure and continue onward. After he was comfortable with the feeling, Soarin began to move as fast as he could manage. Spitfire, meanwhile, spent all his energy trying to keep himself from reaching his peak too fast. Unfortunately due to the usual position he assumed, he had tried to practice sensitivity rather than endurance. It didn’t take long for the yellow pegasus to cum, although the final burst did come as a surprise to Soarin, who had just managed to lower himself to the end of the shaft when it happened. A long drawn out moan escaped him as he stopped to savor the feeling. This was a new experience, and it felt good. The blue stallion clenched tightly and began pumping again soon after. Another burst shot into him with each motion, and he could tell that he was close. Spitfire began to jerk at the chains as he saw Soarin increasing his pace. He could tell his lover was mere inches from cumming, and he found that he almost desperately wanted to help him finish. The good news was that his help was apparently unnecessary. After one final pump Soarin slammed his hooves on the bed and let out another loud moan. The next indication that he had finished came to Spitfire as a splatter of warm liquid on his face and chest. The final indication came of course when the stallion collapsed, panting, on top of him. “I thought we agreed you would never cum on my face,” Spitfire chuckled. “No demands from you remember,” Soarin responded jokingly through his panting. The two laughed together for a moment after that before Soarin finally pulled himself off of his partner. Just before stepping off the bed he planted one more kiss on Spitfires lips. This one lasted far longer than a peck though, and finally broke with Soarin saying an affectionate, “I love you Spits.” Spitfire simply smiled up at his lover for a moment before responding. “I love you too Soar.”
FancypantsxHoity ToityFancypants stared at the letter for a few moments before sighing and tossing it onto the nightstand. “What is it, dear?” the white mare on the other side of the room asked. “It’s nothing Fleur.” Fancypants responded. Fleur knew he was lying of course, but like a true actress she never gave it away and instead went about her work of closing the curtains without even shooting him a glance. When she finished her work and joined him on the bed, however, she was a touch more forthcoming. “Hoity again I take it?” she said slyly as she wrapped her arms around the white unicorn. Fancy smiled over his shoulder and nodded. “That stallion’s insatiable. I swear this is my third ‘fitting this week.” The stallion gently squeezed Fleur’s hoof as he spoke, and once he had finished he calmly moved her away from him so he could join her more comfortably on the mattress. “Three times,” the pink-maned mare responded jokingly as she slid away to give her partner room,” This must be quite the suit.” “Yes quite the suit.” Fancy smiled dreamily as he turned to face the mare and took his proper place across from her. It was then that he finally noticed she had closed the curtains. “You know Fleur,” he said, “You don’t have to close those every night.” Fleur chuckled. “Well I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t want the paparazzi seeing what we do in here every night,” Fleur shot him another sly grin as she pulled out a couple of her favorite toys. “So Fancy,” she said seductively,” Scrabble…or go fish?” Fancypants smiled and shook his head before letting out a chuckle of his own. “I’d say I’m in a go fish mood tonight, ‘my dear.’” ***** Hoity Toity was busy at his work bench when his guest finally arrived the next day. Fancypants had learned long ago that it was best not to disturb him while he was working, so he stayed back for some time and watched before approaching. He generally enjoyed watching the stallion work, but, after about thirty minutes of standing by his side waiting for a reaction, he finally decided to give him a prod. This provoked much less of a reaction than Fancy had expected however. Instead of using his typical right hook Hoity merely swatted his hoof away before realizing who was there. Of course, Fancy was happy that he didn’t need to duck as usual, but he had to admit he was disappointed by the lack of an overzealous apology. As a replacement he merely got a disinterested, “Oh. Sorry about that, hun,” followed by a smile and a slightly more invested, “Glad to see you came.” “You seem oddly subdued,” Fancy said as Hoity began to move his work aside, “Did a waiter spit in your morning coffee again?” This managed to illicit a derisive chuckle from the designer. “It’s a little early in the day for your tasteless jokes, Fancy,” he responded. Fancypants responded by grabbing the designer by the chin and turning his head. “Your grin says otherwise.” Hoity sighed and shook his head out of the unicorn’s grasp. “Well I have been known to lie from time to time,” he said, smile still on his face. “Speaking of-“ “Yes, nopony saw me come in,” Fancypants interrupted,” You really worry too much. You know-“ This time it was Hoity’s turn to interrupt. However, in typical fashion, he acted far more aggressively by manually closing his lover’s mouth. “Spare me the coming out speech Fancy. I’m not in the mood.” The gray stallion spoke somberly, but the smile remained on his face. Fancy nodded and gently moved Hoity’s hoof away from his face. “I apologize,” he said,” Although, if you don’t mind I would like to know what had put you in this ‘mood.’” Hoity gazed lovingly at the unicorn just a moment too long before answering with the Canterlot elite standard, “It’s nothing,” and turning away to continue cleaning up his workbench. Had Fancypants not known the designer for years he wouldn’t have noticed it himself, but it was clear that he was hiding something. And, more importantly, it was something that he didn’t want to hide. The unicorn didn’t press Hoity on the matter; feeling he would tell him when he was ready. Instead he replied with a casual, “If you say so,” and sat aside while the designer finished putting away his designs. Of course, once the designer had finished Fancy had no reason to hold back. “So, care to explain why you called me here today, dear?” he asked as he slid up to the gray stallion. Hoity responded with a humorless chuckle and looked out at Fancy over his signature glasses. “You know perfectly well why you’re here,” he said, punctuating the statement with a rather blatant slap to his lover’s flank. “Well of course,” the unicorn responded by wrapping a foreleg around the designer’s own flank, “I was just curious about what made you so keen. After all, this violates your ‘Never two days in a row’ rule.” “Well paranoia can give way every now and again. Let’s just say I was in a mood.” With that, Hoity leaned forward and locked Fancy in a tight kiss. Fancy noted that the kiss was incredibly passionate, even for Hoity. If he didn’t know better he’d swear the stallion was trying to steal his tonsils. The kiss didn’t last long unfortunately. Hoity broke it off rather quickly in fact so he could move on to something slightly more important. “Now let’s get you out of that suit,” he said as he moved down the unicorn, causing the warm breath to caress his neck, “We can’t have you leaving here stained now can we?” Fancy smiled down at the gray pony as he undid his partner’s buttons. This was, in Fancy’s opinion, the greatest benefit to having an earth pony as a lover. With unicorns the disrobing was always simple and quick, but Hoity always made sure to make it intimate. He lingered shortly after undoing each button in order to caress his partner’s chest with each breath, and Fancy loved every moment of it. The unicorn stroked his lover’s mane gingerly while the stallion worked, and decided to return the favor with a touch of magic. The unicorn’s horn glowed brightly as Hoity’s collar and cufflinks came undone and flew onto the nearby workbench. He made sure to leave the designer’s signature shades though. The last time he had taken them off in the middle of foreplay Hoity swallowed a button, and he’d had quite a bit of difficulty getting things back on track after that. Hoity clearly remembered the incident as well, since as soon as his clothing had begun to glow he had increased his pace. Fancy leaned back about halfway down the shirt to allow the stallion better access to the buttons, and by the time his partner had finished he was completely on his back. The head of stallion who had been undressing him was, naturally, now positioned at his crotch. From there, the gray stallion wasted no time in wrapping his lips around Fancy’s member and lowering his head. Fancy saw this as the chance to finish undressing his lover. However, his concentration quickly failed him as soon as the shades were lifted off of Hoity’s face, and the glasses fell to the floor as he felt his partner’s teeth gently grip his shaft. Fancy even found himself moaning as his lover dragged his teeth gently up and off of the unicorn’s length. “Did you want to keep them on?” Fancy asked. Hoity responded by sliding across the stallion and giving him a playful bite on the nose. “No, I just wanted to teach you a lesson.” He then made a point to slide the unicorn’s monocle, rather unceremoniously, off of his face. “Well you did a terrible job,” Fancy responded before planting another brief kiss on the designer’s lips. Meanwhile Fancy’s horn began to glow, and Hoity briefly bit his partner’s lip as he felt the unicorn’s magic stretch his ring. Hoity broke the kiss shortly after in order to slide further up the unicorn and position himself in front of his lover’s shaft. Fancy responded by wrapping his hooves around the stallion and guiding him onto the tip of the member. From there Hoity took over. He gasped silently as he edged slowly backwards onto the lengthy rod, and, while Fancy did his best to coax him further on, it was some time before the gray stallion had reached the end. Once he did reach the end, however, he made sure to do so with style. To start Hoity made sure to kiss Fancy as passionately as he could manage just before sliding fully back. Then, once he had made sure he was in complete control, the gray stallion lifted himself to the very edge of the unicorn’s shaft; just before slamming back onto it as quickly as he could. The surprise alone was enough to cause Fancy to gasp, but the feeling that came with it was incredible. Fancy briefly threw his head back to take in a breath, but it was not Hoity’s intent to give him time to do so. Fancy almost immediately found that he was once more lip-locked with his lover. The unicorn noted that there was a lot more kissing going on than usual, but he didn’t complain. Hoity’s kisses had always been the high point of their courtship, especially when they were passionate. This time Fancy took charge, however. Not only did he move his hooves to hold the handsome stallion’s face close to his, he also made sure that this time he would be stealing Hoity’s tonsils. Throughout the length of this rather intense kiss Hoity continued his hip movements at a steadier pace, without surprises, and Fancy did his best to keep in time. This lasted for about as long as the pair felt they could comfortably hold their breaths. It was the earth pony that finally broke for air, and, once again, he made sure to do it with style. At the same moment he broke away, Hoity made sure to throw his head back and relax into a firm seat atop his partner. Of course he never let go of Fancy for a moment, and the white stallion found himself pulled into the seat along with his lover. After both of them had a moment to breath, the designer shot Fancy a loving smile. “Would you mind terribly if I took a break?” he asked with a touch of mock-politeness. Fancy nodded, instantly catching his meaning. Hoity gave his lover another peck on the nose as he lifted himself off of the unicorn, and helped him to a stand. Once the pair of them were both upright, Hoity shot his partner a wink and leaned onto the nearby desk. “Don’t be gentle,” he said. Fancy quickly joined the Hoity on the desk, and responded to the comment by giving his lover a playful bite on the neck as he slowly slid himself inside of the stallion. Usually, this was as rough as he ever got. Hoity knew as much of course, and made sure to let out a deep, sensual moan as the stallion above him moved in. The unicorn might not move fast, but he knew how to move properly. In the meantime, Fancy applied the same careful attention to his partner’s shaft, by applying a gentle stroke with his right hoof while his left hoof kept Hoity’s head in place. All the while he made sure to keep his lips gently wrapped around his lover’s neck; biting as each thrust reached its end. Fancy gasped and braced himself when Fancy finally really sunk his teeth in. This was the unicorn’s way of signaling that things really were going to get rough; a rare treat for the lucky designer. The pace of Fancy’s thrusts quickened rapidly, but he made sure to keep his caressing of Hoity’s member gentle. It took some degree of self-control to do so, but it was worth it as it prompted the stallion below him to begin thrusting himself in an effort to achieve his own climax more quickly. Fancy was only barely containing himself as his partner squirmed below him and demanded, between gasps, for him to thrust, “Harder.” The unicorn complied with more powerful, if slower thrusts. Soon enough the attempts to keep himself from bursting caused him to lose focus on anything else, and his work on Hoity’s shaft began to take on the same form, in both speed and power, as his thrusts. This final alteration quickly pushed Hoity over the edge. Fancy heard the gasps briefly ceased and felt the warm liquid splash onto his hoof. That was enough for the unicorn, and his pace was more quickened in an effort to finish. Then with one final thrust the unicorn grasped his partner tightly, and let his seed flow into him. He could feel Hoity squirm as the liquid filled him, but he didn’t pull away as Fancy had suspected. Instead he leaned further into the unicorn, as if he didn’t want a single drop of the white liquid spilled. The gray stallion even made sure to hold onto Fancy’s hoof after he’d finished; evidently not wanting to be separated just yet. Fancy smiled to himself and wrapped his hooves around Hoity. The pair stood like that for a few more minutes before the designer finally let go, and Fancy pulled away from him. Hoity casually lowered himself off of the desk and turned to his love with a smile. “I suppose you should get showered,” he said. “I think you’ll need that more than me,” Fancy responded, with a nod to his partner’s rear, still dripping with semen. Hoity nodded. “That may be true, but you still need to clean up before you leave.” With that the stallion walked up and planted another kiss on the unicorn. It was loving, but not as passionate as before. It reminded Fancy of the kisses he and Fleur had shared for the cameras, but of course more…real. “I’ll hop into the shower,” Hoity said after breaking the brief kiss, “You can either join me, or clean up in the sink.” With that, Hoity calmly walked off toward the bathroom. Fancy originally made to follow the stallion immediately, but something made him pause. He glanced over to the workbench once more. For a moment his thoughts flickered back to the designers thinly veiled, “It’s nothing,” from earlier. Since then, the unicorn had formulated something of a guess about what Hoity’s secret was, and he was eager to confirm his suspicions. Fancy paused only a moment to glance in the drawers before Hoity called for him with an, “Are you coming or not?” Fancy smiled and responded with a strangely compassionate, “I’ll be right there,” before closing the drawer and moving to join his love. His suspicions had been confirmed. Later that day, during an otherwise mundane garden party, Hoity proposed.
FancypantsxBig MacintoshFancypants glanced once more at his pocket-watch. His date was by no means late yet, but he had to admit he’d expected Rarity to arrive earlier. Perhaps she was simply taking her time chatting with the other couple. He could easily imagine that. Rarity could certainly become talkative when the mood struck her. It was one of the qualities he found he admired in the oddly high-class Ponyvillian. Fancy had initially been curious of the mare’s insistence on making this a double date at first, but that was before he had remembered her penchant for social activity. In fact, he had to admit he felt foolish for thinking a dullard like himself would have been able to entertain her alone. No sooner had he finished this thought then the object of his affection entered his view. Accompanying the alabaster mare was a pair of stallions; one large and red, the other feminine with a caramel color. Fancy smiled quietly to himself. The generous mare must’ve offered to join a young couple of colts too nervous to come out on their own. He couldn’t blame them. It was no surprise that a small town like this might not take kindly to a pair like them. He waved the group to his table shortly after Rarity had begun talking with the host. The host then made sure to escort them hastily to his table along with a few menus. Nopony paid the host any attention though of course. Rarity was far too busy introducing them all. “Hello Fancy darling,” the mare said as she took a seat beside him and gave him a playful peck on the cheek, “I’d like you to meet our company for the evening. This little one over here is Caramel,” she pointed a hoof to the smaller, more mare-like of the pair. “Pleased to meet you,” the tan pony said cheerfully as he took his own seat. “And this stud over here,” Rarity continued with only the slightest pause to point her hoof at their other guest, “Is Big Macintosh.” Big Macintosh responded with a nervous smile and a nod. Fancy quickly struck upon him as the reason Rarity had insisted on doubling up. He was clearly quite shy. “I’m sure you’ll get along fabulously,” the mare finished. Fancy nodded and extended a hoof towards the couple. Both of them shook it quite gingerly, although Big Macintosh did so with a decidedly firmer grip. “Pleasure to meet you both,” the unicorn said once he’d withdrawn his hoof. What proceeded from there was what Fancy could only describe as a surprisingly boring evening. Caramel was certainly a talkative colt. So talkative in fact that he had managed to leave little room for anypony else to speak. Rarity was the only pony he ever made pause for. Perhaps it was out of courtesy to the only mare at the table; regardless, the only solace Fancy found in the meal was the food itself. Eventually he managed to give up attempting to insert himself into Caramel and Rarity’s conversation and decided to begin talking with other abandoned stallion at the table. “So, Big Macintosh was it?” The red stallion nodded before turning downward to take a quick drink from a cider bottle. Right,” Fancy continued, “What is it you do for a living?” Big Macintosh paused to savor his drink for a moment before responding. “Ah’m a farmer,” was all he said once he’d finished. Fancy noted that the poor fellow was still averting his eyes though. “You must be Applejack’s brother then,” Fancy said, still desperate for some form of conversation. “Eeyup.” Fancy waited a few seconds for more, before it became apparent that no more was coming. Perhaps he’d best approach this from another direction. “You seem nervous,” was all he said, but hopefully it would be enough to get the stallion talking. Big Macintosh nodded and finally turned his gaze to the unicorn. “Sorry,” he said, “This is my first date in a while.” He spoke quite calmly and clearly, but Fancy could see him blushing even through the red coat. “Shame it’s not going very well,” Fancy said with an aside glance at the talkative colt sitting next to Big Macintosh. “Sorry ‘bout that. Caramel sure can talk up a storm.” The stallion’s stoic face actually gave way to a nervous smile while he spoke. It looked good on him. “Still ah’m glad he’s here. It’s nice to have a friend along.” Fancy paused for a moment before nodding. “Yes I suppose it is,” he said as he slowly turned his gaze to the mare beside him. The mare in question had taken a momentary pause to return the smile he was shooting her, and urge him to continue talking with what was evidently his date. Fancy merely nodded in response to her and turned back to Big Macintosh. This was going to be a long dinner. ***** Fancy managed to make good conversation with Big Macintosh throughout the night. Truth be told, he did find him somewhat charming, but he still had to find some way to let the poor colt down gently. Eventually he settled on the truth as the best option. Big Macintosh struck him as somepony with a tough hide. Besides, making excuses would probably do little more than hurt him in the end. In order to avoid a scene, Fancy decided to wait until the two of them were alone before explaining the rather awkward situation. The chance came easily enough of course. Rarity was nothing if not eager to see a successful coupling, and, at her insistence, Fancy found himself walking Big Macintosh back to his home on the far side of ponyville. Big Macintosh took it surprisingly well. He simply kept walking in silence while Fancy explained the misunderstanding with Rarity. It was only once the unicorn had finished that he deigned to speak. “Just one question,” he said, stopping momentarily to face Fancypants, “If ya’ had a marefriend back in Canterlot, why did Rarity think ya’ liked stallions?” Fancy laughed in spite of himself. “Well you know how the tabloids are. One coltfriend and you’re gay for life. After I left Fleur she used that as the excuse, and the press ate it up. Apparently bisexuality is something that only exists in myths.” “So ya’ do like stallions.” Big Macintosh shot Fancy a smile and resumed walking. Fancy was thrown briefly, but did his best to conceal it behind his usual grin as he continued trotting beside the red stallion. “Does that mean you’re still pursuing this?” Fancy asked. Big Macintosh responded with a nod, but didn’t turn to face his companion. “Ah’ don’t see you walkin’ away.” “I promised my friend that I would see you home,” Fancy retorted jokingly. The stallion trotting beside him nodded, but didn’t speak. In fact no more words were uttered at all until they had reached Big Macintosh’s home. It had something of a downhome charm to it, the unicorn had to admit. Big Macintosh nodded and opened the door. “Coffee?” he asked, without the slightest deviation from his usual tone. ***** Fancy wasn’t quite sure what it was that finally got him into the stallion’s bedroom. Perhaps it was the assurances that it was a one-time thing, or maybe it was Big Macintosh’s promise that he wouldn’t mention it to the papers. Truth be told, it was probably just because he hadn’t had it in a while. Although that was hardly something he’d admit to. Regardless of the reason, Fancypants now found himself sitting on the Big Macintosh’s bed. His suit had been neatly folded and laid on a bedside table while he awaited the stallion’s return. Big Macintosh had told the unicorn to settle in while he got ready. Admittedly Fancy was curious about what he was doing in preparation. He had originally suspected he might be gathering some simple basic supplies, but he was curious about why the stallion had to leave the room to do so. The reasoning became clear once Big Macintosh reentered his room. The large red stallion had been taking his time getting dressed it seemed. The stallion in front of the door was wearing a quartet of long green socks and a set of green undergarments. In addition, the stallion was also wearing a distinct blush. “H-how do ah’ look?” he asked nervously. Fancy’s thoughts were rather easy to read in this particular situation, but he responded nonetheless. “You look quite nice,” was all he could manage to say while retaining a degree of eloquence. This only caused the stallion’s blushing to grow even brighter. “H-how b-bout from this angle?” Big Mac asked again. This time he turned to display the undergarments a bit more. A single red apple was adorned on them, and they were doing remarkably little to conceal the stallion’s features. In fact, Fancy could see quite a bit of Big Macintosh’s shaft sticking out of the front end. Fancy failed to think of a response. The pressure in his groin was growing more intense by the second as he watched the stallion in front of him display himself. “Where do you keep the lube,” was all he could manage to say. Big Mac blushed and turned to nod to a nightstand on the other side of the bed. Without taking his eyes off the pony in front of him Fancy moved back to the stand and pulled open the drawer. Inside was stored a single bottle of lubricant, a black stallion dildo, and a set of pink stockings. Fancy chose to ignore the toy, but he had to admit that the stockings did catch his eye. In the end, he chose to take them out along with the bottle. Fancy made a show of donning the stockings of course, with a not so subtle lifting of his legs to display both his stallionhood and his asshole as he turned on the bed. Big Macintosh actually began to drool as he watched the unicorn magically pull his extra stockings over his hooves. With the stallion distracted by this display, Fancy also decided to take this chance to float the bottle, unnoticed, over to Big Mac’s rear. The stallion gasped, primarily in surprise, as he felt the lubricant container maneuver it’s way around his panties and lightly probe his hole. The liquid inside filled Big Mac with warmth as it oozed into him. Fancy pulled the bottle out with a pop as he finished dressing and stood over the stallion. He was going to ask if his partner was ready, but Big Mac responded with an affirmative nod before he could even ask the question. Fancy nodded back in response and eased his way into the stallion. Fancy didn’t bother to remove the thong before he made his move. Just as he did with the bottle, he merely inched the underwear aside with his tip and began to stretch Big Mac’s ring. The crimson stallion remained completely silent as Fancy forced himself in. Fancy on the other hoof began to moan quite loudly the second after he felt the Big Mac constrict around his member. Big Mac pushed back powerfully with each of Fancy’s thrusts, and the unicorn was surprised to find that he had already reached his deepest by the fourth movement. It was once Fancy finally reached his deepest that his partner paused and started grunting. In consideration for Big Macintosh, Fancy paused momentarily himself to lean down and wrap his hooves around the stallion. “Do you want me to continue?” Fancy asked seductively. The prompted another grunt and an eager nod from the stallion below him. Fancy smiled to himself and pulled away from Big Macintosh. Within a moment he had his hooves on the stallion’s back and had resumed his thrusting at a steady pace. Big Mac responded very positively to these motions. Before long the big red stallion had fallen forward, not due to the pressure that Fancy was placing on his back, but out of a desire to lean further into the unicorn. Fancy couldn’t contain himself for very long after Big Mac had reached his lowest point. The combined feeling of the stallion and the silk thong as they rubbed against his shaft was simply too much. Fancy let out a particularly loud moan as he fell forward and wrapped his hooves around Big Mac once more. Big Mac let out a loud grunt of his own as he pushed himself slightly harder against the unicorn. The pair remained locked together, panting, for some time after that before Fancy pulled away. After this moment passed Fancy carefully removed himself from Big Mac and took a seat back on the stallion’s bed. Fancy had to admit a bit of satisfaction as he watched the cloth of Big Macintosh’s thong darken. “That really is a good look on you,” he commented. Big Macintosh turned back and smiled. “You look pretty fine yourself,” he said with a blush. Fancy glanced down at his legs. He figured that Big Macintosh was probably referring to the lingerie he was now wearing. It didn’t take long for Big Mac’s head to suddenly break into his vision. “Mind if ah’ get a better look?” he asked. Fancy nodded and laid back on the bed while lifting his legs. From there Big Mac moved quickly from there. Fancy cringed away momentarily as he felt the stallion’s tongue slide across his rear. Noticing this Big Macintosh lifted his head and shot Fancy a concerned look. The unicorn nodded him along. “It’s just been a while,” he said. Big Mac responded with a nod and continued with his work; more slowly this time. Fancy still cringed but he didn’t pull away. The feeling was wonderful, and it became even more wonderful when Big Mac finally eased the organ inside of him. The stallion made sure to make this last too. It was just about when Fancy began to feel himself hardening again that he finally stopped the caress. Fancy caught his breath and looked back to the stallion. Big Mac was getting to a stand now. After his head was lifted back to a more standard height, he moved to join Fancy on the bed. The unicorn actually gulped once Big Mac had positioned himself. The stallion looked quite intimidating from this angle. Big Mac started to say something, but Fancy nodded before he could get the words out. This prompted another brief blush from the red stallion, but Fancy paid it no attention. His mind was focused on the rather large instrument now casually hovering around his rear. It certainly felt a lot bigger than it had looked in the panties. Once given the go ahead Big Mac once more moved quickly and with purpose. Fancy let loose a loud yelp at the moment of penetration, and for a moment he felt the stallion shy backwards. He fixed this problem quickly however by inching back towards the stallion and spreading his legs just a touch wider. “Don’t stop just yet,” he said. Big Mac smiled quietly and moved into his second thrust. Fancy did his best to stifle the noises that Big Mac’s thrusts urged him to make, but in the end he failed quite spectacularly. The moans grew louder with each deeper push that the stallion made, and it eventually culminated in a raucous fit of yelling while Big Mac pounded his rear. Fancy wasn’t sure exactly how long it lasted. He measured time as best as he could by catching the occasional glance at Big Mac’s face whenever he could manage to open his eyes on the pullback before a particularly powerful thrust. At first the stallion seemed concerned, but that passed quickly. The stallion remained in a fit of pleasure for a good portion of time after that, and after that he moved into a holding back sort of cringe. Throughout the activity though, Big Mac kept up a steady and strong pace. Fancy could feel his own second climax while he watched Big Mac struggle to hold back his first. All it would take was a little push from his magic and he would be able to reach it, but he had to admit that he was curious to see if the large stallion could push him the remaining distance. It took him by surprise when Big Mac not only did so, but went above and beyond this call. Big Mac’s last few thrusts were his most powerful yet. The stallion backed out completely with each one, and each pound produced another yell from Fancy, though it only took the first one to push him over the edge. This climax wasn’t quite as powerful as the last had been, but it was every bit as satisfying; Big Mac’s continued thrusting made sure of that. Big Macdidn’t last much longer either though. It was, by the unicorn’s count only five more thrusts before he finished; six if you counted the finale. And Big Mac made sure to make a display of that finale. His final thrust was less powerful and more skilled. With a careful movement made to press down just right, the stallion glided smoothly across Fancy’s own length just in time for his finish. Afterwards he was more than happy to help the unicorn clean the warm fluid off of his chest. Fancy gently stroked Big Macintosh’s mane as he felt the tongue glide across his coat. “I must say,” he said after taking a minute to catch his breath, “That went better than I had expected.” Big Mac didn’t respond; he was too absorbed in his cleaning to. Still, Fancy doubted that he’d disagree. ***** Fancypants left the following morning before Big Macintosh woke up. As much fun as it had been, he still had a reputation to keep up, and damage control would already be bad enough as it was thanks to his momentary lapse in judgment. He did make sure to leave his companion a souvenir before departing though. In the same drawer that he returned the lingerie, Fancy dropped his bowtie before departing to speak to Rarity.
SoarinxFancypants (+Others)Fancypants stared uncomfortably at the food on his plate. It was a nice looking salad really. It was a simple dish made of various shades of green sprinkled with orange peel and carrot shreds. He was snapped out of his salad revelry by a nudge from the pony sitting next to him. “You nervous, Fancy?” Fancypants shook his head and turned to his neighbor. The stallion next to him was none other than his good friend and business partner Caesar, wearing his usual top hat monocle and collar. “I’m not new to sponsorship discussions Caesar,” he said with a confident smile,” I’m just surprised by the turnout is all. Usually I do this kind of thing one-on-one.” The turnout he spoke of was quite odd when he thought about it. While Caesar and himself both made sense as attendees due to both their business interests and their reputation as sports fans, the other two guests confused him. Fine, Jet Set had business interests as well (Perhaps Fancy was simply too inexperienced to understand why a fashion magazine would care about the Wonderbolts) but what was Prince Blueblood doing here? Then of course there was the ballroom. For only four ponies such a venue seemed rather excessive. Besides, a presentation just didn’t make sense to Fancypants when, in his experience, individual meetings were overall much more efficient. “I’m losing you again Fancy,” his friend said with another jab. “Oh right sorry. You were saying?” Caesar rolled his eyes and returned to his food. “I was just saying you think too much. Just enjoy the evening okay? The team went to a lot of trouble to set this whole thing up.” “Funny I didn’t think it was that difficult for a group of celebrities to reserve a ballroom.” “Well they’re also providing us with dinner.” “Why yes. It is a lovely salad isn’t it,” the suited unicorn responded jokingly. Caesar responded with an exaggerated eye-roll before going back to his salad. Fancy guessed that his friend was trying to think of some sort of witty response. Unfortunately he never got the chance to hear it, as the guests of honor finally arrived just in time to stop him. Instead, all he said was, “Ah looks like they’re here.” The first thing that struck Fancypants as surprising once he had looked to the ballroom door was the number of ponies entering. There were five in total; Wave Chill, Fire Streak, Lightning Streak, Rapifire, and, finally, Soarin. The other thing that struck him as somewhat odd, apart from the lack of the Wonderbolt’s leader, Spitfire, was that everypony in the group was wearing their uniform rather than the formal wear typical for this kind of meeting. Additionally, it was made all the more informal by the fact that their hoods were pulled back. The dark blue Wave Chill and the fiery maned Fire Streak both took seats across from the prince at the far end of the table, the yellow maned Lightning Streak sat across from the bespectacled Jet Set, and the cloudy maned Rapidfire took a seat across from Caesar. Soarin of course took a seat across from Fancypants, but it took some time for him to notice as he was too busy observing the rest of the party. His attention was only pulled from the other guests due the incredibly unsubtle tap on the table from the pegasus across from him. “My apologies,” he said after turning back to Soarin. “No problem,” the Wonderbolt responded, “You seem kind of surprised. Did Caesar not tell you much?” Fancypants nodded politely. “He left out a few details,” the unicorn shot his friend a dismissive look out of the corner of his eye, “To start he failed to mention that we’d be dealing with the whole team.” He chuckled lightly as he turned his gaze back to Soarin. “I must admit I only expected Spitfire to give a presentation.” Soarin nodded and adapted a fake solemn look. Fancypants assumed he was trying to emulate deep thought, but he was a surprisingly poor actor. “Well Caesar said you’d prefer this setup,” he said,” But I guess you can go if you really don’t want to work with us.” “Well I must say that I would prefer we worked one on one with the captain,” Fancypants said, adapting his own far more convincing expression of stoicism,” But I won’t complain about working with her second in command.” With that said, Soarin’s façade quickly gave way to his well-known, good-humored smile. “I must ask though what made the team decide to do this in a ballroom, and why with such a large group?” “Well we used to do it one on one,” Soarin said,” But this way works much easier. To start,” he gestured to the ballroom,” We only need to get one meeting room.” Plus the rest of the team can help each other out when we need them to.” “Understandable,” the unicorn responded before taking one last glance around the room. He noticed that a bellboy had entered the room, presumably to keep an eye on the group, but apart from that the rest of the group was simply talking. “I suppose we’d best get started then,” he said without turning back to Soarin. “Not even going to look at me,” the pegasus said with a chuckle as he stamped his hoof against the table,” What did you want to watch the others do it first?” Fancypants chuckled himself after that comment. “I suppose that would be rather ridiculous wouldn’t it,” he said, turning back to the pegasus across from him. “I don’t know,” Caesar chimed in, “You might enjoy getting a few tips before you start Fancy.” The white unicorn refused to respond and instead kept his eyes on Soarin. “You’re sure it’s easier this way?” he asked. Soarin nodded. “Easier for us anyway, he said with another chuckle. “Well Celestia help you if you make it easier on the ponies paying you to do this,” Fanypants added jokingly. “Lucky me. I got the stallion with a sense of humor,” Soarin said in response. He spoke oddly quietly, as if he was talking to himself. “Well that’s enough of that,” he said bringing his voice back up to normal volume,” Time we actually got to business,” With that the pegasus leaned forward on the table. “So what exactly are you here for?” he asked. Fancypants paused. The question struck him as odd. Primarily, he imagined, it was the question itself, but something about the tone seemed strange. It was almost seductive. “Well I suppose I should ask what you’re offering before I decide,” he said. Soarin looked at him quizzically for a moment before backing off. “Well I’m offering whatever you want. You’re the one paying here.” The unicorn paused, unsure how to continue. That was when he heard his friend giggling. He turned briefly to gain a glance at Caesar, but noticed that the brown stallion had, oddly enough vanished. Instead, what he saw was the couple beyond Caesar, Jet Set and Lightning, acting quite a bit more like a couple than he had expected. The unicorn of the pair was busy moving a hoof through the pegasues yellow mane while the pegasus was occupied moving his tongue across Jet’s undeniably throbbing stallionhood. Fancy paused for a moment; just barely managing to keep his mouth from dropping. Instead he managed to maintain a polite smile as he turned back to Soarin. “Will you excuse me for a moment?” he asked. Soarin nodded, but didn’t speak. It was abundantly clear that he was barely controlling his laughter. The unicorn chose to ignore this as he slid rather unceremoniously under the table. He was unsurprised to find that this was indeed where Caesar was ‘hiding.’ He was equally unsurprised to see what Caesar was busy doing. In front of the brown stallion Rapidfire’s suit had been crudely torn open, revealing an impressive shaft and pair of balls. Caesar was joyously licking up the length of the tool when Fancy joined him under the table, but he elected to stop once he noticed his friend. “Enjoying the show?” he asked. The white unicorn did like what he saw. In fact the image managed to keep him distracted for a moment before he remembered why he had come down here. Luckily, he recovered before his fellow unicorn had time to notice. “Care to explain why you brought me here?” he asked. Caesar chuckled and returned his attention to the stallion in front of him. “You expressed interest in sponsoring the team,” he said, caressing Rapidfire’s crotch with his hooves as he spoke,” I just thought you might want to get something out of it is all. I understand it’s been a while since you’ve had a good stallion.” Fancy shook his head. “You know that’s because I’m in a relationship Caesar. Remember Fleur?” Caesar glanced back to his friend. “Don’t worry Fancy, nopony will ever hear about this. Quit thinking so much and enjoy.” His friend made sure to gesture towards Soarin on the last word. Fancy’s eyes reflexively followed his friends hoof, and he quickly found himself locking eyes with the pegasus who was supposed to be sitting in at the table above him. “You about done here?” Soarin said with his humorous smile. Fancy paused for a moment and glanced back to Caesar. The unicorn had already returned his attention to his own stallion with renewed vigor. He was now enthusiastically bobbing up and down across the length rather than merely licking it. However he still managed to shoot his friend a compelling look, in fact, the act he was involved in might have made the look even more compelling in hindsight. Fleur never would have to know. With a smile, the unicorn nodded to Soarin and slid out from under the table. The pegasus followed soon after of course, although Fancy was admittedly surprised by the fact that he came out on the same side as him. “So now that that’s cleared up,” Soarin said, provocatively caressing Fancy’s crotch,” I’ll need an answer to my question.” The unicorn responded by gently pushing the Wonderbolt’s hoof away, “Yes,” he said,” I would like to watch the other first.” Soarin paused for a moment before chuckling lightly. “Works for me,” he said turning back to the table, “Gives me some time to get ready.” Fancy nodded and turned his attention back to the other guests. It had been some time since he’d attended one of these “parties,” and he had admitted that he missed the quasi-voyeuristic thrill; something he no longer quite regretted mentioning to Caesar. He glanced over Jet Set rather quickly, as it seemed that the unicorn had recently finished. He only paused for a moment to glance at the semen coated face resting between the gray unicorn’s legs. The way that Lightning Streak slicked his lips was certainly enough to get Fancypants started if nothing else, and he began stroking himself before he moved on to the next party. The next group immediately proved to be more interesting if only due to the fact that it was much larger. Fancy, unfortunately, couldn’t get a good view of the action, but the fact that a pair of Wonderbolts were standing behind the white prince left little to the imagination. Luckily, nothing was left to the imagination at Blueblood’s other end. In front of the prince sat the bellboy from earlier with his hooves pushing down on Blueblood’s head. Fancy could tell from his expression that the colt was just about to burst, and it was clear that the stallion currently atop his shaft could tell as well and was eager to taste the gray stallion’s seed. Unfortunately for the prince, he soon managed to miss that opportunity. Fancy was momentarily stunned by the way that Blueblood suddenly flung his head shouted just as the bellboy climaxed. At first he assumed that the prince had simply decided to finish the boy off as dramatically as possible, but as he turned his attention back to alabaster pony’s rear it became clear that he had a much better justification for his action. Although the view was still blocked, it was undeniably clear that the pegasi behind the prince had just made their entrance. Fancy’s horn almost reflexively began to glow as he watched. The magic stretched his hole expertly as he stared in awe at the ivory unicorn being violently rammed by two stallions just a short distance from him. He briefly stopped his stroking to focus on pushing it further. However, he was soon snapped out of his revelry by the feeling of another hoof on his shaft. Fancy glanced over to see that, while he had been watching the other partygoers, Soarin had managed to remove his uniform. “You’re really enjoying the show huh?” he said with a smile as he turned to get his own look at the threesome. “I can’t say I blame you, but-“the pegasus leaned in closer and threw an arm around the unicorn. For extra emphasis he also gave the rod in his hoof another long, drawn-out stroke. “-I am getting a little impatient over here.” “Perhaps we should get started,” Fancy said. He took a moment to glance at his partner’s…attributes before continuing. He had to admit he was impressed. It had been some time since he experienced the feeling of one of those. “So,” he said, snapping his gaze back to the Wonderbolt,”How did you want to start?” Soarin chuckled. “You’re the boss here sir,” the pegasus made sure to add a sarcastic hat tilt on the last word. “That is,” he continued, switching to a seductive tone,” Unless you wanted me to take control.” Fancy responded with a nod and laid himself down on his side with a leg raised. The unicorn made sure he was able to get a good view under the table as he did so, and he found he was well rewarded for it. At some point during the intervening time Rapidfire had joined Caesar beneath the table, and Caesar had managed to make his way on top. The Wonderbolt of the pair was planted firmly on his back as the entrepreneur bucked him, giving Fancy a perfect shot. The smile that Caesar shot him made him doubt that this was a coincidence. Fancy wasn’t given much time to focus on his friend however. His eye closed quickly in a grimace as Soarin finally penetrated him. The pegasus had been well-lubed, but he was not gentle or slow, and the unicorn had somehow forgotten the pain that came along with the pleasure. He didn’t truly care, of course, as the pleasure was more than worth it, but it was still enough to make him moan. Soarin was unperturbed by both the unicorn’s expression and moaning as he pushed onward. Fancy’s eyes shot open upon feeling a wet sensation on his cheek. The first thing he saw was that the pegasus hoof as planted not far from his face, which explained the kiss. It briefly crossed his mind that he should take a look at the Wonderbolt, but that thought was quickly overridden by the image in front of him. Caesar had picked up his pace upon hearing his friend’s moans. He was currently panting as he wildly humped the pegasus moaning beneath him. His eyes however, remained firmly locked on the unicorn in front of him. After some time of watching this, Fancy finally decided to sneak a glance at the pegasus above him and found that Soarin’s gaze was similarly locked on the pair under the table. The Wonderbolt noticed him turn his head and shot him a knowing smile. Fancy noticed the pace of his thrust’s had slowed suddenly as he grinned, and he took a moment to prepare himself for another powerful thrust. The white unicorn let out another moan as Soarin provided the expected gift. His eyes clamped shut once more as the pleasure overwhelmed him, but he was still briefly aware of an all too familiar shout from nearby. When the unicorn reopened his eyes he saw his friend had, to his surprise let loose outside of Rapidfire. Of course, why he’d done this soon came to light, as he began to seductively lick his seed off of the pegasus; his gaze never leaving Fancypants. This, combined with Soarin’s pounding, was easily enough to push the white unicorn over the edge. The pegasus responded another particularly strong thrust as soon as he saw that his partner’s eyes had opened, and Fancy couldn’t contain himself. The unicorn let out his loudest moan yet as he reached his orgasm. Only some last moment interference from the pegasus’s hoof prevented the ensuing spray from staining his suit. “Glad you enjoyed the show,” Soarin whispered to the unicorn below him, “’Cause it’s about time for the grand finale.” The Wonderbolt’s pace had slowed once more, almost to the point of a crawl, but every thrust now had the same strength that had managed to push fancy over the edge mere moments ago. Even while Fancy could feel Soarin’s semen filling him the pegasus continued. The Wonderbolt finally came to a stop shortly after and removed himself, panting, from the unicorn. “Ta-dah,” he said with a touch of tired sarcasm. Fancy had no response. He simply lowered his leg and took a minute to catch his breath. ***** A short time later the guests had managed to clean themselves up and leave the ballroom. Only Fancy, Caesar, Soarin, and the bellboy remained. It was the colt’s unfortunate job to clean up the room, but he didn’t seem to complain. In fact he was humming merrily as he worked around the trio still seated at the table. “I suppose that settles it,” Fancypants said, pocketing a notebook,” It was a pleasure working with you.” “Does that mean I can finally go?” Soarin asked with a chuckle. Fancy nodded in response and rose to go to the door. Caesar sighed and took a glance at his pocket watch. “Honestly, Fancy, I can’t believe you actually stayed behind to discuss the terms.” Caesar shook his head dismissively and waved to the pegasus now at the door. Soarin stopped abruptly and returned to the table with a sigh. “Is there something you forgot?” Fancy asked. Caesar shook his head. “Not forgot. I just had to delay it thanks to you.” He shot his friend a sly smile as Soarin once more took his seat. “You two need something else?” Caesar nodded and slapped the Wonderbolt on the back. “As a matter of fact we do, sir,” the brown stallion said with his smile still directed at his friend. “Fancy and I just wanted to see if you might be up for a ‘private performance’ later tonight.” Soarin paused for a moment before turning to the white unicorn and smiling. “No more paperwork right?” Fancy sighed and shook his head. “In that case, you’ve got a deal,” the pegasus said with a forceful, not to mention unexpected, hoofshake. Fancy quickly removed his hoof and stood up. “I’ll drop by if I have time,” he said, “but I hope you don’t mind if I bring an extra guest.” The pair across from him nodded almost in unison, before walking with him to the door. Soarin left shortly after, but Caesar took a moment to pull his friend aside before he left. “You and Fleur have a nice time,” he said,” He’ll be waiting for you in room 302,” with that, Fancy’s friend gave him a peck on the cheek and exited the hotel.
