Part-Time Seduction

Octavia brushed aside the other guests with a practiced ease that she hadn't even known that she'd had until she'd needed it. They were mostly greying, middle-aged businessmen and their wives, with the occasional aging bachelor or sour-faced but wealthy widow. Nobody she had any interest in talking to, in other words.

Octavia slipped out of the throng of bodies and onto a gravel path lit by a row of lampposts. Fancy Pants was nowhere to be seen, but he couldn't have gone far. There was a second, smaller crowd clustered around a granite fountain at the far end of the alleyway of light. Octavia smoothed out her dress and took a step forwards when a hand grabbed her wrist.

"Octavia! I haven't seen you in ages!"

Octavia spun around, startled. "Beauty Brass? What are you doing here?" A grin began to spread across Octavia's face but was suddenly killed off. Beauty Brass lived up to her name: a figure hugging strapless white dress over a pale blue and immaculate coat with curly, chestnut brown hair cut into an endearingly tomboy-ish bush above silver earrings and a matching sapphire necklace. She was the only other young woman Octavia had seen.

She was competition.

Beauty laughed melodically, rose-pink eyes fluttering attractively. "Oh, this and that..." She leaned in and whispered. "There's a lot of unmarried money here you know."

Octavia resisted the urge to grit her teeth. "Yes. I know."

Beauty's eyes widened slightly. "Is that why you're here? Octavia! I never took you for the type."

"Hey! You know I never got around with father hovering over my shoulder; is it so bad that I'd want some tail?"

Beauty raised an eyebrow. "Tail?"

"Urgh. Fine. Cash." Octavia bit her lip nervously, but decided to go for broke. "Look. You can have anyone you want except Fancy Pants."

Beauty smirked and leaned in, curious. "Oh? Why's that?"

"I- er... I feel a deep emotional connection to-"

"To his money?"

"...Yes?"

"Yea right. Try again, Octavia."

Octavia looked flustered. "Never you mind! Just leave Fancy Pants alone alright?"

Beauty paused, then whispered. "Have you heard about his cock too?"

"What?!" Octavia recoiled. "No- I mean, yes, but- Look, that's not important!"

Beauty giggled. "Maybe not for you. I want some of that meat."

"I thought this was about money!"

"What?" Beauty taunted her. "Just because I want some sugar means I can't enjoy something savory?"

Octavia glared at the other girl. "You can't have him."

"Oh?" Beauty leaned forwards again and a pair of warm lips grazed Octavia's cheek sensually. Beauty whispered. "Stop me."

Octavia stood paralyzed as Beauty spun on one heel and sashayed down the gravel path towards the smaller crowd. After a moment, Octavia shook herself and followed her: if she wanted a fight, she had one.

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Fancy Pants should have been bored. He wasn't: he almost never was, not if he had anything to say about it, but the party was objectively boring: boring venue (he'd been a dozen times), boring people (he'd owned all of the important ones), boring little squabbles and boring little lives. He bit into a shrimp and chorizo canape; at least the food wasn't bad.

Five minutes ago he'd plugged one of the spouts in the fountain behind him with his handkerchief. He glanced at his watch; it must be about time now. Fancy Pants frowned thoughtfully, then took one step backwards and turned around to face the couple he had just stepped in front of.

"Oh, Mr Cogworthy, I'm so sorry. I didn't notice you there." Fancy Pants' voice oozed sincerity in a way that only a expert liar's could.

The unicorn he had blocked looked slightly flustered, but recovered quickly. "Oh, that's quite al-"

With a sudden pop, the fountain nozzle unclogged itself and sent a spray of water out into the crowd. Fancy Pants took a half step backwards and tried to act shocked when the sudden shower soaked Mrs Cogworthy, who had been hanging on her husband's fountain-side arm and who yelped in fright when the freezing cold water hit her. Fancy Pants took a fresh handkerchief out of his pocket.

"Oh my!" He exclaimed. "Dear Mrs Cogworthy, what a frightful accident! Please, take this."

The handkerchief was perfectly folded and clean. It wasn't much of a towel, but that didn't matter. Fancy Pants read Mrs Cogworthy's expression as she eyed the square: some shock still, yes, but she was also looking at the gold edge. Ah, there it was: envy. Fancy Pants grinned internally; anything that upset his business rival's wives upset his business rivals, and anything that upset his business rivals was, well, just good business.

The damp Mrs Cogworthy took the handkerchief with a muttered thanks and began to fail to dry herself off as she and her damp husband slunk away.

Fancy Pants was never bored if he could help it.

"Oh, Lord Fancy Pants! It's been too long!" Fancy Pants turned to look for the voice and saw Beauty Brass' busty figure swaying its way towards him tailed closely by the monochrome vision that was Octavia. He definitely wasn't bored now.

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Octavia struggled to look ladylike, rushing to keep up with Beauty Brass as the other girl took strides into the crowd around the fountain. Octavia slid past a slightly wet couple, who were bickering as they walked towards the exit, and caught up with Beauty at the same time her eyes fell on Fancy Pants.

"Miss Brass. How do you do?" Fancy said. "I hope you're enjoying the gardens."

Beauty ran a hand back through her curly hair and smiled. "They're not bad I suppose... I was really hoping for a little fun, though."

Fancy's expression showed nothing, but his eyes flickered briefly to the slowly retreating Mr and Mrs Cogworthy. "I prefer to make my own fun."

Beauty took a half step closer. "Me too." She purred.

Fancy smirked.

"Lord Fancy Pants! How do you do?" Octavia slid herself quickly into the narrowing gap between Beauty and Fancy and ran her arm up around Fancy's neck. "It's so good to see you!"

Fancy's eyebrows rose by a fraction, but he didn't pull back. "Octavia Melody; fancy seeing you here."

Octavia detached herself from Fancy's neck and slid smoothly onto one arm. "You were saying how you liked to make your own fun, Fancy?"

Beauty glanced at her irately and hooked herself onto the other arm. "Yes Fancy, do go on."

Fancy glanced vaguely at the crowd and began to stroll leisurely towards the edge of the garden with smirk. Octavia leaned her head backwards and peered over Fancy's shoulders to meet Beauty's gaze.

I'll do it. You know I will. She mouthed.

Beauty glared back. Try me.

I'll take it all.

Beauty grinned. Good luck.

Octavia turned away and stuck her chin up stubbornly. She'd gotten rid of all of the competition bar one; now all she needed was to get rid of Beauty Brass.

Wait. Why?

Octavia frowned. It didn't actually matter if Beauty was involved, right? She stole a glance at Beauty's rack. Octavia certainly wasn't complaining. On second thought this was perfect! What could be more scandalous than a one girl? Two! Octavia smirked.

Fancy led the two girls out through a gate and flashed a golden signet ring at the guard, who stepped aside. "I hope you two girls know what you're getting into here." Fancy said as they crossed the street.

Beauty got in first "I do, Fancy, but-"

"I think we both know what we're doing." Octavia smiled devilishly and winked at Beauty, who looked confused. "We both came for this right?" Beauty looked surprised by her bluntness. Fancy just looked amused.

Beauty chuckled. "I suppose you're not wrong..."

"Excellent." Fancy smiled. "We're nearly there."

Fancy had lead them down various brightly lit streets and stopped at an old and ornate building which glowed from inside with lamplight and the sound of laughter. The two girls looked at it in wonder as Fancy began to walk them towards the entrance and held the door open. Abruptly, Octavia remembered her earrings.

"Wow..." she breathed. "What is this place?"

Fancy smiled. "It's the Royal Platinum Hotel."

The name meant nothing to Octavia, but she tapped on her earring subconsciously. I hope you got that, Vinyl.

Beauty stepped gracefully past Fancy and lightly brushed his chest with one hand, smiling playfully. Octavia followed her and Fancy let the door swing shut behind them. The inside of the Royal Platinum Hotel was even more ornate than the outside: the building was clearly ancient, and old wooden floorboards creaked warmly as Fancy led the two girls across the red-carpeted entrance hall and past a receptionist who very pointedly didn't glance at any of them.

The hallways were all uniquely decorated and gorgeous. Octavia found herself genuinely wanting to stop and look around, the sheer style driving the butterflies from her stomach, but there was no time. She snapped back to reality when Beauty stopped abruptly and Octavia just barely avoided walking into her. She eyed the other girl's curves; she might be nervous, but there was plenty to look forward to as well. Beauty turned a little to catch Octavia's wandering gaze.

"You know, as long as we're doing this, you don't have to just look."

Octavia blushed slightly, but leaned forwards and kissed Beauty's cheek, one hand running gradually down her back. "I look forward to not just looking..."

Fancy had stopped in the hallway and pulled a key on a chain from around his neck to unlock the solid-looking wooden door on his left. It swung open with a slight creak and he stepped back to let the girls in.

The inside of the room was even more opulently decorated than the lobby: a neatly made-up four poster bed dominated the center of the floor, crimson sheets and fabric curtains dying the whole scene a sinful red. The furniture's wood was a rich chocolate: cherry, or perhaps something exotic, and the whole scene was lit in a golden half-light from a single glowing bedside candle-lamp. Fancy stepped inside after the girls and closed the ancient door with a gentle click.

"Can I get either of you a drink?" He asked, casually.

Octavia clenched her fists. This was it. She could taste the revenge. There was just one last task to do, and though it wasn't necessarily going to be unpleasant she was still nervous.

"No thanks," she replied, spinning suddenly and reaching up on tip-toes to lock lips with Fancy Pants. He seemed surprised, but quickly returned the kiss and began to walk his hands around Octavia's back as hers looped around his neck to keep her upright. Beauty Brass looked on in amusement, then smirked and stepped up behind Octavia, slipping the other girl's dress off her shoulders and eliciting a gasp from within the kiss as the black dress began to slip down her sides and expose her bare breasts.

Beauty raised an eyebrow. "I see you were hoping that it wasn't cold tonight?"

Octavia was too busy to reply. She pressed her breasts into Fancy's chest and ran one gloved hand through his hair and up his horn, eliciting a gasp from Fancy who squeezed her ass as Beauty pulled the last of Octavia's dress down to the floor. Fancy's firm grip pulled her legs up from the floor and walked over to the bed, sitting her down on top of him as he lay back on the velvety blankets. Octavia began to kiss him again, but he quickly forced her head down to his waist and she turned her attention to his belt.

Beauty slid onto the bed from the side and took over the kiss, stripping off layers of tuxedo from Fancy as she did so. Fancy took a grip of her dress and pulled it, snapping both her dress's zip and bra strap without apparent effort and letting her voluptuous breasts flop free. She squeaked in surprise, but recovered, pressing the soft mounds up against his bare, rock-hard chest and moaning in satisfaction.

Octavia tugged at Fancy's trousers and they slid away, but she gasped when his enormous member came free and smacked her in the face, two orange-sized orbs flopping down onto the bed sheets. The musk filled her nose and she moaned happily, panties already soaked. He was bigger than Vinyl.

Octavia began to kiss playfully at the cock, watching intently as Fancy played with Beauty's breasts, teasing squeaks and moans out of the other girl. She ran her tongue up and down Fancy's shaft before wrapping her mouth around the head and getting a grunt in return. She hummed in satisfaction, but her eyes shot open wide when she felt Fancy's hand on the back of her head and she could only brace for a moment before he forced her down hard and filled her throat.

Fancy grunted again as her throat locked down on his cock, and he held her down even as her hands tried desperately to push her back up and free her throat. Octavia's eyes watered as she tried desperately to free herself far enough to breathe. Still, she could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her stomach and her pussy juice began to run down her thighs.

Fancy eventually began to let up his grip and Octavia desperately pulled her head upwards towards the air, but before she could gasp Fancy had rammed her head back down again, iron grip on her head never giving room for her to struggle as his foot-long spear forced her throat open again and her eyes began to loose focus.

Slowly, her hand motioned weakened and her vision blurred. Drool and precum seeped from her mouth and lubricated the foot of cock in her throat. She could see Beauty climb atop Fancy's chest in front of her, pussy dripping onto his abs, when Fancy grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up on his cock only to piston it back down again.

Fancy was grunting with every thrust; hand motions becoming more and more violent and erratic. Suddenly, he cried out and held her ragdoll head down. Octavia's vision began to go black, and in the back of her mind she reminded herself of the revenge she would get when Vinyl arrived. The last thing she felt before she passed out was an urgent throbbing in her throat and a torrent of warm, sticky cum which flooded into her stomach.

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Shining put down his phone and stood up from the couch. "Well, looks like you did it again: Fancy says they've both been fucked silly." He said. "I'll never figure out how you manage."

Vinyl had been sitting next to him and didn't bother to get up, just tossing more popcorn into her mouth as some terrible old film or other played on the widescreen in front of her. "Oh, it's not so hard. She was an old roommate, down on money and out for revenge."

Shining looked puzzled. "Wait, she needed money? Why didn't Fancy just ask her about all this directly? Why would he pay your extortionate rates?"

"Because she wanted revenge too." Vinyl looked up at him with a grin. "Octavia would never have agreed to all this for just money, at least not with the guy who messed up her orchestral career."

"I see." Shining looked concerned. "And you don't think she'll be a little disappointed when she discovers that you've played her, sold her body to the guy she hates most, and skipped town?"

Vinyl tossed more popcorn into her mouth. "Meh. Your boss pays pretty good. I'll lie low in Manehatten for a while, maybe go clubbing."

"I'm beginning to think you get paid more than me."

"Oh you'd better believe it." Vinyl grinned. Shining rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, at least I don't get hunted down by the Saddle Arabian secret police."

"Hey! That was a one time thing!" Vinyl complained. "How was I meant to know that their princess would hold such a grudge? Besides," she mused, "you had a pretty good solution."

"I would not call deposing a government to cover up your indiscretions a 'good solution'."

"Your boss's indiscretions."

"Pfft. Whatever." Shining walked over to the coat rack and lifted off his jacket. It was late, and he needed a rest.

Vinyl chewed loudly on some popcorn. "I'll need that money soon yea?"

"Only the boss can move money out of the account. He'll transfer it in the morning, I'm sure."

"He better" Vinyl grumbled. "I've gotta train ta catch."

Shining opened the door and looked back over his shoulder. "Call me when you come back to Canterlot; Fancy can always use your... services."

Vinyl grinned. It was a shame she never get to fuck Octavia again, and a small part of her was sad to lose what had almost been a friend, but that part could be ignored: there was plenty of liquor, and girls, in Manehatten.

It had been a good week.