Requests 2

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.