Introducing, the New and Best Fancy Lady in all the Land, Miss.Martini (Aka Appplejack)
The First of Many
“Ohh, Miss. Martini, I must say, for me being your first client, that you are simply divine darling. Would you mind going just a bit lower hmm?” Looking down at my first anonymous client, I had to bite my lip. I couldn't believe this was really happening. My whole body was shaking from nerves.
Sprawled out in front of me was my friend Rarity laying completely bare for the world to see. I was just done giving her a very sensual massage and now my hands just hovered right above her very well toned white flank. Pushing back my worries for the time being I grabbed the firm but very soft mounds of flesh.
As I kneaded my fingers into the white mounds, I couldn't help but smile as Rarity let out a very cute moan. To be completely honest I found this somewhat exciting, and I really didn't know which was exciting me more: The fact that I was being paid to pleasure my friend, or the fact she had no idea of who I was.
“My goodness your hands are magic Martini, but I’m afraid there's a whole other side that needs your attention.” I felt my breath catch as Rarity rolled over presenting her full beauty to me. I have to say the girl had quite a figure, every curve seemed to be in perfect alignment with the rest of her body. Giving her that perfect hourglass figure –not to sound corny but she was almost as perfect as a diamond.
I mean, sure I have seen most of my friends partially nude, try fighting all the people we fight without having your clothes torn off.
I just never thought I would get to see one in all her beauty and hoowee! let me tell ya Rarity was an image of beauty. Speaking of beauty even her breasts were perfect, they weren't as big as my own, but their size seem to fit Rarity to a tee. Even her perky pink nipples seemed to fit perfectly with the white of her fur.
Rarity managed to get a catch on to my stares “Not that I don't mind you taking in the view, but I am still waiting for that massage, Miss. Martini.”
I couldn't help but blush, I guess I had been caught. Making sure I turned, I spoke in my manhattan accent “I’m so sorry Madam Rarity, your body is a work of art in itself. You can't blame a girl for taking it all in, can you?”
That one got Rarity to blush as she waved her hand infront of her face “Well not only are your hands magical, but it would seem you got quite the silver tongue on you too. Enough banter dear, I do believe you're paid by the hour?”
I was not one to disappoint, reaching forward I grabbed both breasts into my hands. Her bosom wasn't big enough for my hands as she moaned when I lightly squeezed each bud. Even as one of my best friends laid here moaning under my touch, I couldn't help but think back on how this all started.
Trust me when I say this, I would have sworn up and down that you would never see me in a place like this. Well I would have been dead wrong, while I sat waiting for I guess my new boss. I couldn't help but look at all the portraits around me. If I had to guess they were probably all the workers that had a place here. Heck some of them even had names under their frames.
Some of their names made sense and others were just plain silly. The Iron Hammer, really? Still I couldn't believe I let Berry Punch took me into coming here. I mean yeah the bits were getting a little tight around the farm and I could really use the extra money. Which is what led me into looking for work at Berry’s bar who in return enlighten me about this place.
All my thoughts went out the window as a stunning unicorn walked in. You could tell she wasn't the youngest of mares, but holy cow was she beautiful. Her hair was done in one of those old timey buns, you know like what you would see in those westerns. Her hair was not gray but a very nice silver, with several strips of gold running through it.
What pulled my attention the most was her red velvet corset. That seemed to hold her at least double Ds at perfect height. It was definitely made to show off the mare’s assets. I could instantly tell she was the boss, she just had the aura of authority around her.
She didn't say a word as she circled around me, even though I was fully clothed I felt like covering myself, you could easily tell she was undressing me with her eyes.
“Well, you definitely have a very nice figure, however looks are not the only things a fancy lady needs. I do believe your name is Applejack, am I correct?”
Even her voice held experience with just a hint of lust. You know one of those voices that held so much promise but only if you made it worth her time. Having her eyes bore into me made me struggle to find the words I was looking for and only nodded my head like some nervous little filly.
She only chuckled at my antics, even her laugh sent shivers down my spine and not bad shivers either. “There is no need to be so nervous, Applejack. I treat all my girls like my own children. The name is Stormy Cloud, but my girls call me Stormy or madam.”
I couldn't explain why or how, but her words seemed to calm me down, even as she sat down in front of me I felt kinda safe. “So let me ask, why are you here? Is it bits, pleasure, or just curiosity?”
Once I calmed myself and fought off the lump in my throat, I was able to look at her in the eyes as I spoke “In all honesty Ma'am, Ah’m here just to earn some quick bits. You see mah family has hit a dry spell, and it just so happened my little sis went and broke her arm. So on top of having to be real stingy we have these new hospital bill and they ain't cheap.”
Let me tell y’all something, I hate not being able to provide for my family. I would give anything for my family which is what leads me here. Madam Stormy seemed fine with my answer as she pulled out a stack of papers and a little black box.
“Okay Applejack, it's time we go over a few things. First, and let me make this very clear, we are not a whore house by any means.” Now I’m not one to call people out, but I was raised to believe if you sold your body it made you a prostitute.
I guess Madam Stormy caught on to my look “I see you're confused so let me explain. Here at The Sunday Retreat, we do more than have sex with our clients. We treat them in ways they're to afraid to admit to the outside world. We do things that range from just being their toy to just being there to hold them and make them feel better.” I could easily tell this was not her first time to give this speech, not that I was going to call her out on it.
“I have hosted royalty, griffons, and patrons all the way from other countries.” I will give her credit though, she was very passionate about her business. Trust me when you are a hard worker you can tell when others had poured the heart and soul into their job.
Madam Stormy gave one more look over before smiling “I can't wait to get you started. First we have to go over a few questions. Are you ready, Applejack?”
Once more I felt my nerves return as Madam Stormy looked over my body. It only took me a quick remember of Applebloom's broken arm for my resolve to come back. I knew I was ready for anything she could throw at me.
I had to admit having my friend lean into my touch and listening to her cute moans was definitely a turn on. It didn't bother me one bit as her hand grasped and slightly pulled at my now very black mane. As I took her left nipple in my mouth, rolling it between my teeth, she could barely speak out through her moans.
“I have to say Miss. Martini, you have the most beautiful black hair I have ever seen.”
I had to pull back to meet her heated gaze, I was pretty flustered as well. “Thank you, Madam Rarity, but I don't deserve the praise, not with your beauty to compare to.” Well I was going to attack her other nipple, but I didn't have the chance as Rarity pulled my hair up so she could claim my lips with her own.
I could tell I was having a great affect on the mare, she didn't waste any time in pushing her tongue in my mouth. If I could have smiled I would have, I had never seen her so passionate. I still had a job to do, grabbing both breasts in my palms giving them a good squeeze each.
It got the affect I wanted, Rarity’s back arched as she moaned into my mouth. I didn't let the moment slip as I forced my tongue into her mouth. We fought each other’s tongue for several more minutes, as I made sure to make use of my free hands. I would have continued but Rarity’s hand pushed against me made me sit back to look at my handiwork.
Rarity’s face was flushed and I could tell she was trying to slow her breathing down. “Well you definitely know how to take a lady’s breath away. There is one problem though, I do believe you are still too dressed for the evening. Strip for me darling.”
I knew this was going to happen, but knowing it didn't help my nerves. Still I wanted to put on a show, I made sure to sway my hips as I stepped back. Letting Rarity admire my flank, years of bucking and I knew my flank was one of the best. I had to calm myself as I grabbed the shoulders of my dress, it was now or never.
My breast flopped free the moment the dress slid past my chest area, I didn't ever really wear a bra as it tended to get in the way, plus I never really needed one.
I could feel Rarity’s eyes on me as she stared, the dress still clinging to my hips. “I must say darling, I don't really care for the color green. You are definitely the exception, your black hair with that dark green just works.”
Thank goodness, my fears were not needed. She still had no idea of who I was. Finally I pushed the dress down, letting it drop to the floor. Now I stood completely bare for Rarity to admire, and I’m not gonna lie it felt nice to see my body’s affect on her.
Rarity must have really enjoyed my little show, seeing how she now had a finger in her snatch and the other hand playing with her left breast. I couldn't help myself touching the black collar that Madam Stormy gave me.
I remembered all the things she had said about her little masterpiece.
“So from what I have gathered, you prefer mares but have no problem with doing a stallion. You're also not against most kinks as long as you have the final say, correct?”
I could feel the heat in my cheeks, I was pretty sure I was as red as my brother by now. Madam Stormy was not subtle in any way and seemed to have no problem asking me some very personal questions. I knew it was all part of her job, but still asking me if I was okay with being tied up and spanked was a little… Weird.
Though there still was one important question I needed answered “Yeah... Ah still have a question though. Berry Punch told me you have a fancy way of making sure nopony knows who Ah was?”
To my relief Madam Stormy did not seem fazed by my question in the slightest. Instead of answering her horn glowed as the box she sat in front of opened.
As a strange black collar lifted from it, she spoke “This is my masterpiece. This collar took years to make, not only does it stop you from getting pregnant or catch a disease. It also changes the color of your fur and mane. Plus it removes any known marks like your freckles. Its last surprise is that it even changes your cutie mark.”
That sounded almost too good to be true, even when Madam Stormy stepped behind me I still had my doubts. It really didn't help matters that I wasn't feeling a thing as she clasped the collar around my neck.
Luckily I didn't get time to question it as Stormy pulled me straight out of the chair. I let her guide me into what had to be the biggest changing room I had ever seen. I didn't have time to take in the room as my jaw hit the floor, the moment Stormy put me in front of a full length mirror.
There standing in the mirror had to be a completely different mare. Sure she had my hat and my clothes but that was the only thing we had that was alike. My honey blond hair was now pure black, my freckles were completely gone. Only a tiny mole on my left cheek could be seen. Even my orange fur had changed into a dark green.
If I didn't know it was my reflection I would have thought I just met a whole new mare. “Madam Stormy, this is am-” bringing my hand to my lips my eyes widened, even my voice had changed. Stormy said nothing grabbing my jeans and sliding them down just enough to show my cutie mark.
If I wasn't in shock before, seeing my three apples now changed into a simple martini glass definitely pushed me over. “I think I will call you… Miss Martini. Now child, we need to figure out what to do with your accent.”
Rarity wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing her naked body against my own. Our lips were still connected as our tongues fought for dominance. Using my momentum and weight I pushed her down on the mattress.
“I can see why they call you Miss Martini, that cutie mark is quite elegant.” I had to chuckle at the praise before placing my lips on her neck, making sure to take the time to taste as much of her flesh as I could.
Rarity cooed “Oh darling as much as I love all this pampering. Would you be a dear and just ravish me already.”
To be honest, I didn't really believe Stormy, when she told me we weren't just prostitutes. But Rarity definitely proved the latter, she didn't really order me around. Instead she gave me some ideas and let me control the show and that I did.
Using my strength I threw her legs over my shoulders pulling her very soaked and winking marehood a mere inches from my face. I have to admit, I was really enjoying myself, especially as the scent of Rarity’s arousal hit me.
Here in this very room I had one of my best friends panting like a dog in heat, just waiting for me to ravish her. I'm not one to disappoint, running my tongue along her outer lips, I was going to make sure she enjoyed this.
“Darling you're such a tease. Celestia am I glad I chose you, this is the best service I have ever received here.” Now I don't have a big head mind you, but hearing her praise must have lit a fire in me. Without any more teasing I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could. I cloud even feel my nose grow wet from how deep I pushed.
Rarity must have been really enjoying my service, if the death grip her legs had on my neck was any indication. It kinda felt like she was trying to pull me even deeper into her folds. I let my tongue do its work, she tasted pretty good. I couldn't help but moan as her walls convulsed around me.
I could tell she was close.
Pulling back, I smirked seeing the small protruding nub at the top of her snatch. It only to a small nip to send my client soaring to new heights.
It was music to my ears as her back arched and the room was filled by her screams. I did my best to catch as much of her fluids as I could, though there was way too much, several drops of my good work rolled onto my chest.
Rarity finally loosened her tight grip on me and fell against the bed, letting me admire my handiwork. I have to say I think I did a pretty good job. Rarity’s whole body was flushed and covered in sweat. Her chest rapidly rose and fell as she tried to keep her eyes opened.
“You my dear were worth every bit.” Seeing Rarity’s satisfied smile made me remember Stormy’s last words of advice.
My head was spinning as Stormy went into more details about the job. I had to say something “Ah’m not trying to interrupt, but a ranking system?”
I guess Stormy heard this question a lot as she went into what had to be a scripted speech. “You see Martini, I use a ranking system for all my children. Since you are just starting that puts you at a D rank. Every client you service will tell me how they rank you from D to S which is the final rank by the way. It's really simple the higher rank the more you’re paid.”
That made a little sense, I guess, She seemed to know what she was talking about so who was I to question it. Still it wasn't like the ranks really mattered, I only planned on working here to earn enough bits to pay off our debts.
Stormy then smiled at me as she pulled out a decently sized bag and set it in front of me. The clink it made was definitely the sound of bits.
“So let's go over your pay one more time. I charge a flat rate to see my girls, and it gets higher the higher your rank is. You will see thirty percent of this. Then we charge by the hour which I only receive thirty percent of that. Finally all tips go straight in your pocket and all my clients know they have to tip.”
I could only stare as she placed the bag in my hands. I could easily tell by the weight there was more than enough to help us. Before I could even question her, she placed a finger over my lips silencing me.
“I care for all my girls and family comes first. This is a loan with no interest but I do expect you to pay me back. Now to keep you identity a secret I will send a messenger to you when your services are required.”
There were a lot of bits in the bag, “Madam Stormy this is way too much A-” Yet again she silenced me with a finger.
“None of that dear, I told you you're now one of my girls and I take care of my girls. So take this collar and bits and wait for my call.”
I couldn't believe her kindness, she didn't even know me and here I sat clutching her money. It was nothing like how I imagined it would be. I thought it be some nasty stallion grabbing my ass and saying I would do just fine, not this almost motherly like figure.
Just as I turned to leave, Stormy gave me one last bit of advice “And remember Miss Martini, we are here for the clients : The happier they are the better you will become. An who knows you may find yourself liking it here.”
I still couldn't believe my first client was Rarity, I had been so nervous I must admit I felt a lot better seeing my friend behind the door waiting for me. I was glad I told Stormy I had no problem with clients being my friends.
Now we were back to the present, with Rarity still trying to catch her breath. I must have really gotten into it as my own loins begged for attention, but I was not here to pleasure myself.
Rarity catching her breath propped herself up giving me a very hungry stare. “Well Miss Martini, I must say job well done. However I was planning on dinner and a show. So if you don't mind.”
I was surprised as her horn lit up, a chair in the room glided over before landing right behind me. I was even more surprised when Rarity shoved her own fingers inside of her. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself darling. Give us a show, will you.”
I got the hint and if she wanted a show, I was going to give her one heck of a show. Slowly I swung my hips leaning back into the chair she had so graciously provided. I made sure to spread my legs as wide as I could, letting Rarity get a full view of my dripping desire.
I felt empowered as i slid my first finger through, never taking my eyes off of my client. It was fun to watch Rarity moan as she followed my movements. I wanted to see how much she would mimic me as I grabbed my own breast, giving my nipple a firm twist. Sure enough she followed suit as her breath hitched when she twisted her own.
It was time to put the icing on the cake “Oh Madam Rarity, do you see what your beauty does to me?”
It was amusing watching Rarity try to control herself. I must have done something right seeing how she stopped playing with her breast so she could bite down on her finger. It was definitely a sign that she was close again. I can't explain it but at this moment I wanted nothing more than to watch her scream.
I wanted this to happen, I could feel myself nearing as I rammed my fingers inside of my crotch. Pulling my hand back I found my own special nub and squeezed it in between my fingers. It took all my willpower not to scream as I pushed myself over the edge, my hand becoming soaked in my own fluids.
It did not take Rarity very long to follow and she had no problems screaming as she came for the second time. “Oh Martini!” It was definitely a sight to see, watching my friend collapse upon the mattress in a pool of her own filth, filth that I had caused.
I didn't have time to collect myself, as my hand was pulled by her magic. I almost came a second time as Rarity started to lick my fingers clean.This couldn't be the same mare who hated dirt licking off my juices. Once she was satisfied with her clean up job, she pulled me into an embrace placing her head in between my breast.
I could tell there was not going to be any more work to do. I couldn't help but smile as I found the timer that sat on the edge of the bed. As soon as I clicked it off, Rarity pulled back giving me a very cute pout.
“Really darling? I was planning on holding you for a little bit. I wasn't ready for a our session to end.” I had to chuckle wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back into my chest.
“Shh Madam, take all the time you need. I could never charge such a beautiful lady for just holding each other.” Rarity pulled back once more her face was priceless, she placed a tiny kiss on my cheek before resting against my breast once more.
“You have to be the greatest fancy lady in all the land, Miss Martini. Trust me when I say you will definitely be seeing more of me.”
I don't think I have ever felt so much pride as Rarity snuggled into my arms. I had really made her feel wanted and that made me feel well amazing. Maybe Madam Stormy was right, I might end up enjoying this. Though this was just my first client I kinda couldn’t help but wonder who else would request my… No, Miss. Martini’s services.
Author's Note
Well here it is what my voters wanted. I decided to post it as a Christmas gift to you all.
Again thanks to all my followers and to everyone else who likes my stories you guys really make me want to keep writing 
Introducing, the New and Best Fancy Lady in all the Land, Miss.Martini (Aka Appplejack)
Rank, Dates and Shy Surprises
Rank, Dates and Shy Surprises
I always found hot showers were one of the best ways to collect your thoughts. Thankfully all of Madam Stormy’s rooms came with their own personal shower. Most of the time the feeling of the heated water pounding against my flesh calmed me, but I guess what I had just done with Rarity was still in the back of my mind.
Rarity and I just held each other and had small, idealistic chats - which was really awkward. I already knew a lot about my friends, it was kinda hard asking questions I already knew the answers to. Still, Rarity seemed to have really enjoyed my service and if I’m being completely honest, I really enjoyed it as well.
I guess that was one of the reasons my thoughts were so jumbled? I mean, should I have told her who I was? I never lied to her and she’d never asked. Still, it kinda bothered me how much I enjoyed her not knowing it was me.
Turning off the water, I sighed. I guessed I shouldn't fret over it. Nopony had gotten hurt and I didn’t plan on doing this for long, even if I really enjoyed it. Seeing my friend truly happy and satisfied also made me feel better about my decision, since she would have never have let herself go that much with Applejack.
Stepping out of the shower, I’d taken a moment to look myself over. It still amazed me how different I looked. The collar was amazing - Stormy had told me it was also waterproof and that only I could remove it. It just made its gifts even better. Still I couldn't waste too much time looking myself over, I needed to get going if I wanted to get back to the barn at a decent hour.
After drying myself off I headed out making sure to keep the collar on. Stormy had warned me not to take it off until I was out of the building, as sometimes clients would swing by and she knew I didn't want to be caught. I made sure to write Rarity’s time down before I headed out as well.
Stormy was already waiting for me with a smile. I guess Rarity must have told her only good things. Still, I couldn't help but feel intimidated by the mare’s presence. I gulped as I handed her my time, knowing full well she would notice the problem.
Her eyes widened as she glanced at my time to the clock. “Miss. Martini, are you sure you got the time right? By my calculations you're off by about an hour?” she asked. Well, this was it, I didn’t know Stormy well enough to guess how she’d react. Even though I was selling my body I had standards and holding somepony shouldn't cost a dime.
“Well, Madam Stormy, I don't believe in charging somepony who just wants to be held. My client was done using me and just wanted to bask in the afterglow - so I turned off the clock. I hope you don't mind,” I replied. Wow - I hadn't been Miss Martini for more than two days and I kept up my city accent. Still, the silence and the stare that Stormy gave me did make me worry, maybe I had messed up.
I instantly felt relief as Stormy started to laugh. “Oh child, that is perfectly fine. It is your body and time. I have no problem with how you choose to spend it. Though that does explain the amazing rating she gave you,” she said. That made my brow rise, did I really do that good of a job?
Stormy smiled. “Your client has been here plenty of times. She is normally very generous with her ratings. She has never given one of my girls an ‘A’ rating on the first time, though,” she explained. Damn, Rarity, you went and gave me the second highest rank? That was a surprise, but what really surprised me was how much pride I felt upon hearing I had performed that well.
“Well, I’m just glad she enjoyed herself. Before I head out, I did have one question, Madam Stormy?”
“Well, what is it child? If it's about how much that session helped your debt, I will have better numbers tomorrow,” she stated. It kinda surprised me when she mentioned the money. That had been the last thing on my mind - shouldn't it had been the first? Instead, my thoughts were filled with excitement about my next session.
“No, Ma’am, I just wanted know about requesting certain days off. I have a slumber party with my friends and I didn't want to have a client get their hopes up.”
Stormy just giggled. “First of all, any time I send you a request, all you have to do is decline. I told you I take care of my girls, I know you have lives. Though, letting me know ahead of time is always appreciated. What day is it?”
That was a huge weight off my shoulders. Not only had she not cared that I didn't charge Rarity for the whole session, she was willing to work around my hours. So I told her the day and then headed out.
There was a small part of me that didn’t want to head home. There was a conversation i didn’t want to have. Hopefully with it being so late, he wouldn't be awake.
I really, really needed to learn not to jinx myself. Of course the moment I shut the main door to the house, the living room light turned on and revealed my brother waiting for me. I had managed to avoid his questions about the bits I had come into, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he caught up with me.
I just hoped it could wait awhile, maybe if I told him I was too tired to talk. “Sit down, sis, we need to talk,” he intoned. Whelp - that stopped that idea. I let my shoulders fall, I could tell just by his tone this was one of those ‘you talk to me or I go to granny’ type of moments. I hadn’t wanted to let this go on, so I sat down. Big Mac sat forward and stared me down.
“Where did you get the bits?” he asked. Yep, that's my brother for you, a man of simple and powerful words. Of course I couldn't tell him the truth, Celestia knows he’d never approve.
“Listen, Big Mac, ah know this will be hard for you to swallow. An personally ah don't want to tell you. Just know that ah didn’t get the money by illegal means and ah’m not getting hurt,” I tried to explain. Big Mac just sat in silence his eyes never leaving my own. I could only watch as the gears turned in his head, as he tried to come up with something. After a few more minutes of silence he stood up.
His massive hand cupped my shoulder. “Ah won't push ya, just know ah will find out one way or another. Just remember we’re family, ah know whatever you're doing if for us. Ah just don't want you getting hurt,” he said flatly. It wasn't often that my brother spoke so much, that speech held comfort and a threat.
Well, this was not what I was expecting to do for my second client. I still hadn't met them, which made sitting in the middle of one of ponyville's more fancy restaurants in my disguise even weirder.
When the message Stormy had sent me said that my client wanted a date first, I had been confused. Still, it wasn’t the strangest thing somepony could request. What made my situation even weirder was being surrounded by ponies that I knew, who didn’t seem to have a clue as to who I was. I grasped my collar for comfort. I must have been really deep in my thoughts since I never noticed as my client approached.
“Wow...you’re just as… pretty as Rarity said you were,” they’d said. Even though the voice had only came out as a whisper, I instantly knew who it belonged to. That wasn't the end of my shock as my eyes took in a Fluttershy that I had never seen before.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing - my super, overly shy, sweater-wearing friend was drop dead gorgeous. She had dressed to kill, I had known her for years and I had never seen her show off that much cleavage. The dress was simple but it clung to her body like a glove.
She even had her hair tied back so she couldn't hide behind it. Still, to see the girl who always wore big sweaters to hide her massive chest now showing them off like it was nothing was a shock. I’d quickly collected myself - I still had a job to do. “Well, that is very kind of you, but I’m afraid my beauty doesn't hold a candle to yours, Miss … ?”
Fluttershy blushed, but didn't shy away “It’s … Fluttershy. Rarity was right… you do have a way with words. Is … it okay if I sit?” she asked politely. That was my cue - I stood up and pulled her chair back. Just because I was pretending to be a different person hadn’t stopped me from using my manners. Fluttershy smiled before she ran her hand up my arm, and I’d nearly jumped out of my skin as her other hand groped my ass.
Yep, it was official - this Fluttershy was a changeling. There was no way this was my shy friend. To my surprise, her eyes widened as she’d pulled her hand away. “I'm so sorry… for being so forward. It's … been a very long time since I’ve done something like this,” she whispered. There was the Fluttershy I knew. I hadn’t wanted her to be upset, so I’d quickly grabbed her hand and placed a small kiss on it, before I gave her my most seductive smile.
“That wasn’t forward at all. I’m just glad my behind was tempting enough and that a beautiful mare like yourself couldn't resist grabbing it,” I said. Wow - that had sounded a lot better in my head, but it got results, as Fluttershy smiled and started to relax. Soon we both sat down and enjoyed our date. It was actually really nice. Fluttershy just sat there sharing what she did for a living and I’d just listened.
It must have been company that she’d really wanted, seeing how happy she was just talking. Still, there had been a question rolling around in the back of my head. I know Stormy told me to never question the client, but this question was really bothering me.
“Miss. Fluttershy, if I may be so bold. Why does such a beautiful mare like yourself need a fancy lady? A mare with your looks could have any mare or stallion eating out of your hands!”
If my question had upset her, it didn’t show. She just seemed to be surprised. “Well ... if you haven't noticed, I’m kinda … shy. A pony has needs and I don't like going out much. So when Rarity told me about the Sunday Resort I… started using its services.”
That had made sense. I really couldn't see Fluttershy going out to a bar or club. She wasn't finished with her explanation, though. “Also, and I mean no offence … when I’m with somepony I don't know and know she can't say anything, I can be more open. Most ponies find being with a complete stranger weird ... I find it exciting.”
You think you know a pony. I had to say that being Miss Martini was definitely letting me see a different side of my friends. I don't know when it happened but I soon found myself really excited to get Fluttershy back to the resort. Somehow I just knew I had only scratched the service of this ‘new’ Fluttershy.
The rest of the dinner had been spent with me trying to find ways to make Fluttershy more comfortable. This side of her was certainly different, but it had still been enjoyable.
The surprises didn’t stop there. As our meal ended, I watched what could only be described as a transformation. Fluttershy did have a little liquor in her, but I didn’t think that was what fueled her. As she took my hand, she pulled it close to her lips. Her eyes showed passion and possession, like I was her prey.
I could only shiver as she took my fingers in her mouth. If she cared about the other patrons seeing, she didn't show it. The pop that came from her releasing my digits had only made me feel hotter. “Well, Miss Martini, as great as this date was, I believe I'm ready … for dessert … if that's okay?” she asked. Yep - definitely a changeling. This could not be my friend Fluttershy looking at me like I was some delectable treat to eat. I couldn’t lie though, this side of her was hot.
I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that this was Fluttershy. Once we got in the resort I didn't even have time to open the door. As she pushed me against it, slamming her lips onto my own. I barely managed to get the door opened. Only to be pushed down onto the mattress within.
I moaned as she growled into my mouth, I could only gasp as she tore my top off allowing my breasts to fall free. Holy cow, she was just taking what she wanted, her hands were all over my flesh and she kneaded my chest. As much as I was enjoying this harsh side of my friend, it was still my job to pleasure her. Using my strength I had been able to turn the tables.
Pushing up I rolled us over, putting her underneath me. She squirmed but didn't put up much of a fight. I could see the desire in her eyes. She needed this, there was no need for words as I pulled the seam of her dress down allowing her own massive bust to flop free. Dang her boobs were huge - about a size bigger than my own.
I’d let out a small ‘eep’ as her arms circled around my neck. She pulled down such that our breasts touched. Our mouths met once more and our tongues fought for control.
Then I felt a sharp pain on my bottom lip and my eyes widened. Fluttershy - the most kindest of ponies - had just bitten me! I groaned as I ground my hips against her own, using my power to keep her pinned beneath me.
I pulled away shocked, only to stare at the pony before me. Fluttershy’s normal yellow fur was beat red, her whole body raked in sweat. It was truly a sight to see, the girl had an amazing body. It was a shame she hid it all the time. I probably could have sat there and stared, but like I’d said before, I had a job to do. “What would you like me to do, Madame Fluttershy?” I could handle the sexy Fluttershy, heck I could even wrap my head around the rough Fluttershy. What she said to me next almost caused my brain to stop.
“I want to feel you grind your dirty snatch against my dripping pussy, you slut,” she commanded. Like I’d said, not something I’d ever thought I’d hear come from my friend’s mouth. Whilst in my little stupor, the little minx had shredded the rest of her clothes. She allowed me a full view of her wonderful assets. She didn’t have the hour glass figure that Rarity had, her body had a little meat on her bones.
It wasn't a lot mind you, but just enough to compliment her body. I guess I was so entranced by her bare flesh that I hadn’t noticed her hand as she pulled my pants and panties down. I had to stop myself from falling as her fingers glided along my slit.
“Come on slut, don't keep me waiting.”
That was all I needed to hear. I didn’t know how I felt about being called slut. And in all truth, I was too horny to care. I knew that if Fluttershy realized it was me she was fucking, she would never - and I mean never - have called me or any of our friends a slut. Not wanting to disappoint, I forced her hand away from my pussy. Her cute whimper of disappointment didn’t last long as I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, giving me a better position.
We both let out a moan as our folds touched and I didn’t give her a chance to get used to it. If she wanted a ride, she was going to get one. I used the leverage of her leg to grind the full length of my slit against her own, our juices stained the sheets as the tempo grew.
Fluttershy could only pant and moan as I kept up my assault. It was glorious! I could feel her body as it tensed, as she desperately grasped at the sheets. I could feel my tempo falter as I neared my end.
Fluttershy didn't last much longer, as her chest rose and fell. Soon her back arched as her climax took hold. I felt her drive against me, and it had been enough to push me over as I shuddered, as my own climax came. Of course there had to be at least one more surprise I hadn’t expected.
Even as my body was racked in pleasure, I clearly heard her scream, “Oh Rarity!” Time seemed to slow down as her eyes widened, her hand flying up to her mouth. Gone was this strange version of Fluttershy, straight back to the friend I knew all well.
“Oh … Celestia … please … please don't tell Rarity I said-” I couldn't let the poor girl have a panic attack. So I pressed my finger against her lips and silenced her. Using my free hand I turned off the clock that sat on the night stand. I could tell there wasn't going to be much more happening that night.
Before the shaking mare could question me, I shifted our position and pulled her into a tight embrace. She stiffened but soon relaxed into my chest as I ran a hand through her mane. “It’s fine, su-dear, I would never share a client's experience with others. If you don't mind me being bold though, why haven't you told Madam Rarity about how you feel?” I asked. Crap - I’d almost slipped and called her sugarcube. Still seeing my friend that scared, I wouldn't have cared if she had found out.
She only shook her head before she spoke. “Sorry for ruining our night,” she apologized. I guess she didn’t feel comfortable talking to a stranger about it. Still I hadn’t been able to let her wallow in misery.
“Fluttershy, you didn’t ruin anything. I had a lovely dinner and a great night. And might I add, any mare would be lucky to have such a beautiful and passionate mare like yourself as a lover.” That must have calmed her down, as she snuggled deeper into my chest. I had to strain to hear the tiny whisper of thanks that she offered me.
Still, this night had been one huge wake up call about my friend’s secret life. I couldn't help but feel pride that I had gotten to see it first hand. Though it did leave a small problem - did I go about helping her with her feelings? She hadn’t wanted to open up to Miss Martini, but maybe a push from her close friend Applejack could help. It also hadn’t helped that I still needed to keep my identity secret.
I had to say, I was still finding this job a lot more fun than what I first thought. I wondered what could be next for Miss Martini.
Author's Note
first a big shot out to my editor ItIsASillyLittleGame
I would like to apologize for the long wait life got in the way,
but i plan on going back to updating once a week
