(Note: This story is a paid commission, and may or may not represent the views or interests of the author. Story contains nonsexual adult foal activity. If this sort of interaction is not your cup of tea, consider moving on.)

On a very cosmopolitan evening in Canterlot, Fancy Pants swaggers through the quiet halls of his closest friend's villa. He hasn't yet gotten to the olive at the bottom of his martini glass, and his mind is wandering. It's not abnormal to cover for Fleur, and she for him when the soirees get rough, but something wasn't quite right about her most recent departure.

From behind a cracked bedroom door wafts the scent of cornstarch and cucumber. Intrigued, Fancy wanders on - into a world of precious emotion he never expected.

Commissioned by: Darkentrophy