Requests 2

Fancypants 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.