Chapter 2: Public Stunt

Shining got home with a smile on his face. He went and showered again to wash all the smells and perfumes off him. He thought he would have felt dirty, losing his virginity to a prostitute like that, but he didn’t. He just felt good. Eventide had certainly done her best to make him feel like a stallion. He sat and meditated under the flowing hot water, just soaking in his euphoric mood.

Not too much later his mother got home. She came up the stairs. “Night, Shining,” she said. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom.” Shining finished his shower and went to bed. That night, he dreamt of Eventide, being balls deep inside her, her moans of ecstasy as he rutted her, and the buildup of pleasurable pressure until he finally came inside. He woke up in the morning with a shrinking erection and a new stain on his thighs. He also had the definite desire to see her again.

He did have to admit that seeing Eventide was very quickly going to become a very expensive habit. However, he told himself, that didn’t matter too much, because he was about to go off into the Royal Guard anyway; he would have a steady income, as well as no opportunity to spend any money at all on anything during his months in training, all adding up to an unparalleled chance in his life to splurge on things he wanted. He did a bit of quick mental math. His part time job’s pay was three bits an hour, and he got on average maybe at most 15 hours per week, but more often closer to 10. His savings were in the low thousands – enough to get maybe a solid 24 hours and then some of her if he wanted. Eventide Velour cost at least 100 bits an hour, so, without bankrupting himself or eating into his savings, he could only afford to see her about once a month and for only an hour. That simply wouldn’t do. He had to see her more. He had to fuck her more. He’d just discovered the most pleasurable thing he’d ever encountered and had no intention of having a mere taste of it and then giving up.

There was only one thing to do.

He got a sinking feeling in his wallet.

He saw her three more times over the next five weeks. Although it was expensive, nothing had ever made him happier. She was becoming his addiction.

One day, he was having a chat with his friends. Fletched Arrow had been very excited since the previous day, constantly being on the verge of buzzing jitters. “Alright, Arrow, what’s got you so excited?” Spring Sprocket asked.

“I’m becoming nestmates with Derpy!” he beamed ecstatically.

“So tragic,” quipped Sprocket. “Your youth signed away before you even knew what you had."

“That’s not all, guys!”

“I hope you weren’t hoping on having sex, too, because I hear wedding cake cures libido,” Shining joked.

“Even worse – two mares to be denymphoed.”

Shining prodded, “So who’s the other distressed damsel?”

“Cloud Kicker.”

“Oh poor you,” said Spring Sprocket. “I heard she bucks like a madmare. “Too bad you definitely won’t be tapping that.”

“Yeah, Arrow, I’ll go save you the misfortune and just claim her for myself so you don’t have to suffer premature ejaculation when you try to put it in her.”

“Bold words for you, Shiny the virgin,” Fletched Arrow ribbed back.

Shining Armor open his mouth. He had a conquest to shame all of theirs, it was on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped himself; he couldn’t tell his friends he was currently paying through the nose for nookie. He inwardly sighed before he defended himself. “I’ll have you know I am a virgin by choice.”

“Yes, indeed, by choice,” mused his two friends. “By choosing to chicken out of trying Cadance!”

“You call it cowardice, I call it not getting humiliated.”

“Y’hear that, Fletched? This colt who’s too scared to talk to fillies is going to be protecting us all when he’s a big bad Royal Guard.”

“Celestia save us all,” Fletched Arrow groaned melodramatically, feinting fainting.

“Tell you what, the next time I see Cadance, I’ll ask her out.”

The pegasus and the earth pony looked at the unicorn with mock awe. “So very brave,” said Sprocket.

“Positively heroic,” agreed Arrow.

“The worst she’ll say is fuck me now.”

“Gotta suck not having any pussy on the horizon.”

Shiny wanted to tell them the truth, but he didn’t want to risk the backlash. He chewed his tongue into obedience. With nothing else to do, he changed the subject. “Anyway, Sprocket, what’s the deal with that herd you’re terrorizing?”

“The status is that it’s a go. Left such a horrible impression they don’t want to unleash me upon the rest of Equestria.” The stallion couldn’t help but strut with some extra swing in his hips.

“Poor us,” Armor and Arrow commiserated.

Arrow asked, “So, is it going official?”

“Nothing yet; with my schedule, I can only be around on alternate weekends."

“Every other weekend?” Shining Armor asked. “But we’ll be so lonely; how will we ever survive without you? How could you break our hearts like this? Sprocket, we love you, please don’t go!”

“You two could just fuck each other, you know. Arrow, make an honest mare out of Shining. Shining, pay attention to what Arrow teaches you; it’ll help you win the stallion of your dreams later.” All three of them laughed.

“No thanks; I’m sure Cadance has a clit bigger than your third leg.”

“Oooh, so you’ve seen hers, have you?”

“Not yet, but I will if it saves me a lifetime of remembering having to watch my own deflowering through an electron microscope.

“Attaboy!” Cheered Spring Sprocket, slapping the unicorn on the back. “Where’d all that bravado come from all of a sudden?”

“Well it definitely didn’t come from you.”

Indeed, it hadn’t come from them at all. Instead, Shining was pretty sure he knew the source of his newfound and growing confidence, biblically. There was no mistaking it; the source had to be Eventide Velour, given the way that every session they had always left him feeling like a brand new, masculine stallion. Before he had started seeing her, he was only sure that the future held nothing but a dry dick for him. Now, he was beginning to see a future where he may very well have just what it took to win Cadance over. A crazy new idea struck him. Once he was alone, he started composing a new text to Velour. He had something a little different in mind for their next meeting.

Shining Armor stood tapping his foot under the bright sun. He had a plan, now he hoped it would work. He glanced at his watch. 2:30. Now was the time. He scanned the line for his mare, a silver mare with a pink and yellow mane. He checked his phone. Where the hell was she? His primary target had already gone in, and now he was waiting for her. He checked his phone. No new texts. No new calls, either. He looked at his emails. Nothing from them. He put his phone back into his pocket.

“Hello,” greeted a familiar Mustangian mare’s voice.

Shining Armor looked up to see Eventide Velour standing before him in a blouse and skirt ensemble that stopped just shy of her knees. They greeted with a hug, during which he discretely slid his envelope into her purse. She slipped her fingers in, and feeling it there, resumed her affections. “Are you wearing it?”

“Yes, right underneath these,” she teased, hiking up her skirt to flash him a high side orange and and black tiger striped bikini bottom.

He playfully smacked her ass, “You slut,” he joked right back. She laughed. He got them in line. “So, are we clear on the goals today?”

“If by clear you mean have fun here for a couple hours, get you to ask out the mare of your dreams if we see her, and then go someplace private and fuck like rabbits, then yes, we are clear.”

“Good,” smiled Shining Armor. “And, you know, I’ve got a thing for lingerie. I can’t believe I’ve never seen you in a bikini.”

“I haven’t had an occasion to wear one in a long time, so I should be thanking you for taking me on this little adventure of yours.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” the young gentlecolt replied with a grin. “I’m just glad to share it with a beautiful lady like you.”

“And I’m so honored as to have a handsome young stallion like you seeking my company, even to be seen in public with me.” This train of increasingly corny flirts continued until they got up to the admission counter. Shining paid up for two short times passes for the pair of them and they quickly went inside. “I will see you on the far side of the changing rooms, Shining,” announced Eventide with a wave.

Shining Armor went into the stallions’ room and quickly stripped down out of his shirt, shoes, and socks. Then he applied some sunscreen to himself before mentally rehearsing his plan. He had planned to hopefully find Cadance here; he knew this water park was one of her favorite spots to hang out, thanks to talk and her social media posts; they were longtime Facehoof friends. He was hoping that Eventide’s presence would embolden him to go make a move on her, and hopefully she would reciprocate. If she accepted, then he’d go bang Eventide’s brains out to celebrate. If she rejected him, Eventide would be right there to console him with a quick round of feelgood nookie. If Cadance failed to show herself, then he was still getting a date with a beautiful mare in a bikini followed by trying something a little more daring than he had done in the past. Shining locked up his stuff and exited the room.

He had to wait a few minutes for his escort to come out the other side. When she did, his jaw almost hit the floor. Sure, the bikini could have been more revealing, but it hugged her fine curves around her hips while showcasing her abundant breasts. The high sides of the bottoms showcased her legs, thighs, and hips, while the triangular shapes of the cups highlighted her curvature and cleavage. As if to top off the whole image, she was now wearing sunglasses like an old fashioned sexy glamorous film star – his own personal movie star.

“You look nice,” he said, the flush on his face evident. “I think we may have to cut this stage of our rendezvous short…”

“You’re one to talk, Shield,” teased back Eventide. She laughed. “Tempting a refined lady with that fit, young body of yours; you ought to be locked up for your own good.” Shining noticed that indeed a few mares were casting glances his way. All the workouts and runs suddenly felt pretty worth it. His heart gathered a little strength. Maybe his dream wasn’t a complete flight of fancy after all. And that laugh, something about it made him feel right at home, intimately bonded with this mare he hardly knew.

They quickly got a couple deck chairs and spread out their towels on the. Shining moved his closer to his companion’s. Eventide Velour pulled something from her bag and gave it to him, reclining on her front, giving him a fine profile view of her body. “Put some sunblock on me, won’t you?” Velour requested with mock innocence.

Here was a situation right out of raunchy comedies and possibly some pornos. The young stallion gave a short start, but he assented. “Y-yeah,” he stuttered, trying to play cool. He had to admit that Eventide had a very fine profile – nice ass, flank, and legs. He grabbed the cylinder, jerked and squeezed until white stuff spurted from it and onto his hands. He then rubbed down his mare starting from her upper neck, and then down to her shoulders. As he worked, she gave a murmur and eased into his touch, prompting him to switch from a mechanical administering to a more involved massage He rubbed her in circles along her arms and down her back. He coated around the straps of the bikini, not quite brave enough to go underneath. Then he had to go lower. He swallowed, put off by the fact that they were in public.

“What’s the matter?” Eventide cooed at him. “Don’t you want to save my ass from getting all red? Or maybe you want it to happen…?”

She wriggled. He blushed. “N-nothing..” Shining said, moving down lower after reapplying the sunscreen. He felt her warm, living body beneath his fingers. He felt himself hardening as he moved closer to her lower regions. His hands met the round of her hips. He touched gingerly, not wanting to give passerby the wrong impression, but something in him was making him more excited than he cared to admit. He survived her marvelously sculpted ass, a thing not quite as taught and round as it could have once been, but considering her age, it was more than even one in ten of his companion’s peers could boast. Then he got to her thighs and did them slower, but with more pressure. Last came the calves and feet. These were easy, but he was careful to not tickle them. “Done,” he said.

“My turn,” announced Velour. “Lay down on your stomach, Dear,” she instructed. He complied. He was thankful that the deck chairs used yielding straps instead of hard wood for their surface. She then took the sunscreen and rubbed him down, slowly and sensuously, from the neck on down. While she did so, she whispered into his ear, “You’re liking this, aren’t you, you dirty stallion?” She went down to his lower back and butt. “I know you got hard touching me. I could hear it in your voice. If you asked, I would service you right here, right now.” Her touch was strong, more like heavy petting than slathering on a lotion. Shining could not deny the effect it was having on him. He was getting so turned on in public, and a mare was offering herself to him while he was powerless. He felt shame. He felt embarrassment. Somehow, those two things mated to create a paradoxical, itching desire to join his body with hers and make her eat those words. But he couldn’t – not with so many others around, and not while he had hours to go on his session. As far as he knew, he was a one and done kind of stallion, so blowing his load now would mean he might not be able to perform in private later. His caution got the better of him this time. “All done,” announced Velour, prompting Shining to turn his head to face her. They kissed quickly with lips and tongues before he finished rolling over and sitting back up.

Eventide Velour gave the teenager another dollop of sun lotion to put on his front before she started taking care of her own front. She made a point of making a show, using more than strictly necessary, taking her time with sensuous strokes, and rubbing it on until it made her gleam. Soft moans escaped her lips, only serving to further increase the rosation of her gentlecolt’s white cheeks. Her hands wound around from her cleavage, to her tummy, to her hips. Most erotically tackled of all were the thighs. She brought her hands so close to her barely covered slit, knowing that her companion would get the message. It worked as he ever so slightly avoided scandal, never quite crossing the line from application to masturbation. She saw the bulge in his trunks, but let it go, wanting to tease him and heighten the tension until she had him alone and it all flooded out. She shifted her posture a bit and felt moisture on her crotch; she was enjoying this, too. His burgenoning muscles, his arms thin yet defined with that elusive virginal virility of youth, his slightly longish mane, the earnestness of his face, and the way his belly was concave. He hadn’t been bad looking when she’d started seeing him a bit more than two months ago, but her future soldier was showing the benefits of the rigor needed to thrive in the Royal Guard. Most clients were just a paycheck, some kissing, some talk, and a fuck before heading out the door to likely never see her again. But this one was growing on her. She guessed she liked him more than most on some level. It was going to be bittersweet seeing him go away for months; he was one of her best customers, too, but when he got back, he’d be even hotter, and have money to burn. Plus, she admired a stallion in uniform.

They spent the next hour playing around the park. It was a weekday, so the lines weren’t too long. Regardless, there was a small but steady breeze – far too little to be easily noticeable when dry and warm, but after going down a slide and into the not exactly warm water below, it made an impact. The refined lady and young gentleman kept each other warm with their bodies between rounds, trying to share body heat and soak up the sun as best they could. Their contact started out with rather chaste standing together, but things naturally did not stay that way. Shining Armor was unsure as to whose urges got the better of them first, but they initially started with just standing close together. Then one of them put the arm around the other. Then they were both arm in arm. Then they were standing in a full embrace. Then, before they knew it, they were making out. At the top of one dual slide, they challenged each other, “Race!” Velous leapt down feet first. Shining, being a reckless colt not yet fully in touch with his own frailty, leapt down headfirst to the consternation of the lifeguard. Neither of them saw who won, but that didn’t seem to matter as the spontaneous wresting splash fight that erupted at the bottom landing pool.

Before too long, however, it turned out like all other trips to a water park in recorded history. Wanting more water than park, the two of them commandeered a double donut tube and drifted down the lazy river together. Well, more accurately, they started out with the same tube, but Shining couldn’t keep still for much more than forty-five seconds at a time, so he would regularly abscond to swim both above the surface and underwater, sometimes with the current, sometimes against the current, and sometimes doing his best just to either hold place or keep pace. During his comings and goings, he made a point of grabbing his escort’s ass surreptitiously. He hadn’t forgotten all about how she had gotten him worked up on the chair, and now he was enjoying some sweet revenge. From a neighboring tube, he discretely groped her under the cover of plastic and water. He watched her chest repress its heaves and her face give telltale twitches. He loved doing it through the fabric of her bikini; it made it all seem the more hot and dirty. One time underwaterm he even was so bold as to slip his fingers in under the bottom and play with her clit and labia. This mare was his to torment, at least for a few seconds, until she clamped her thighs around him, trapping him there until he had to thrash himself free to breathe.

“Gotcha!” Velour teased.

“Took my breath away,” panted Shiny.

“Just you wait,” she replied with a devilish toothy cat grin. He blushed.

“The nerve, woman!”

“Stuff it, kid,” laughed Eventide Velour in that familiar way, “I’m giving you just what you asked for. I thought you were feeling bold this time around.”

“I am. You’re just so much bolder. I am but a mere hatchling, thrust into a big adult world. I need somepony to guide me carefully and gently.”

“Keep seeing me, my dear cub, and I promise you’ll be a roaring lion in no time.” The wicked grin on her face only grew. Shining Armor knew that things were going to be extremely memorable once they got somewhere private, if they even made it that far… With the way this mare was revving him up with every single look, touch, and word, he might not even make it to the end of the conversation without a new stain on his clothes.

Shining gave his best attempt at a reply. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Before I’m even half done with you, you’ll be the desire of every ladyboner in Equestria.”

“Nonsense,” he laughed, batting away at the air. “I’m not some heartthrob.”

“Not yet,” answered Eventide, tussling the back of his hair reassuringly. “I know you will be.” Something caught her eye. She moved her head, locking onto it. “In fact…” Shining got a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Do you remember that Cadance filly you told me about?”

Cadance… Shining’s chest immediately tightened. “Yeah.”

Eventide lifted an arm. “She’s right there,” she said, pointing at the concession line. The youth’s head spun around to catch a glimpse of Princess Cadance Mi Amore Cadenza in the flesh, standing in line for concessions. She was beautiful. Slender, elegant, well-formed, nearly ethereal, she seemed more like a goddess paid tribute by flesh rather than a creature born and then ascended. If Cloud Kicker registered an 8 on the hotness scale, Eventide Velour hit 9, and Spitfire was a perfect 10, Cadance could be grudgingly lowballed at a solid 13.

“I see her…” Shiny ventured, not quite sure what was going on.

“You should go talk to her,” smirked Velour.

“What!? N-no way! W-w-why?”

The escort met her client’s panic with flirty coolness. “Why nt give her a try? Ask her out -- you’ve already won today beyond your wildest dreams just by being with me. Why not go for a double victory?”

“B-be-because there’s no way she’d say yes in a billion years.”

Velour smirked knowingly. She caressed his shorts. “You know, Gleaming Shield, if you ask her out, I’ll suck your cock behind the waterfall.”

This made him only stiffen more. “What if I-”

She silenced him with a finger. “If she says yes, consider it a celebratory blowjob. If she says no, take it as consolation that a sexy mare like me is sucking your cock. Regardless, you’re getting your cock sucked, at the very least…”

Shining swallowed. Okay, I’ll try.”

“Good boy,” teased Eventide, smacking his ass underwater. “Go gitt’er. And bring me a Coke while you’re at it!” But it was too late; he was already off to face his destiny.

Shining emerged from the water feeling like a condemned criminal. Here was his doom, an inevitable obstacle a lifetime in facing. All he had to do was talk to the most beautiful, kind, intelligent, amazing, desirable and available mare in all of Equestria and get her to say yes to him? How hard could it be?

He had to do it.

He approached. He got behind her in line. She wore a skimpy string bikini, the kind normally reserved for sunbathing rather than swimming, or performing a striptease. His mouth was desert dry, despite the best efforts of the water and his date to the contrary. She stood definitely taller than him; while he wasn’t unlucky as some other ponies in the height department, including most pegasi, his six foot nothing made him look like the colt he felt he was when up against the peerless alicorn mare who stood before him towering at least a few inches short of a whole seven feet. Add that to her amazingly svelte figure – she was narrower than either him or Eventide despite being so much taller, and he felt like a fat hobbit next to a graceful elf.

This was it, do or die. “H-hi, Cadance,” he stumbled out.

The mare of his dreams turned around. His face was level with her lovely modest breasts, a sign of her pegasi heritage. “Hi, Shining.”

“What are you doing here?” His speech was awkward, stilted, stunted. He imagined the most elegant stallion possible, and then realized he was being the exact opposite of that.

“Nothing,” answered the pink goddess. He couldn’t keep eye contact with her. Trying to look up at her orbs only led to him feeling somehow even more impossibly embarrassed. Deep in his heart, he knew this encounter would be an unending source of cringe for him until his last dying breath.

“That’s cool,” he said. He swayed on his legs. He looked up with her. “Wan-nahangoutwithme?” He almost covered his mouth in shock.

“What?”

“I was wondering, you don’t have to, but may if, like, say you’d want to hang out with me sometime…?” This was it. Here he was, everything on the line, doing the two things he’d been advised about mares – use the direct approach and be himself.

He didn’t look long enough at her face to register everything, but his sunken heart burrowed through the bottom of his guts and somewhere into his left ankle with what he did see. Everything felt so stiff and unreal. Maybe this was a dream and he was destined to be the conquering hero?

“I’m sorry, Shiny, but no. I’m really really really super busy. Princess Celestia has me really busy with my studies, and when it’s not that, your mom has me babysitting Twilight. But I’ll see you around next time I come over.” There was no pep or vigor in the mare’s voice. Everything sounded like it was picked delicately like sharp shards of broken glass.

Shining Armor blushed. “Oh, yeah, that- that’s cool.”

“By the way, is she here with you?”

Shining’s heart thudded to a stop again. “Who?”

“Your mom.”

Alarms blared inside the stallion’s head. “N-n-nononono! She’s uh, somepony from work.”

Cadance twiddled her thumbs. ‘Oh, sorry, I just thought she looked like her, no offense.”

“I guess she does look a bit like her…” Shining Armor ceded, gears in his head whirring a bit. He had to get out of this conversation; he’d already failed his mission and every passing millisecond only made things more awkward. He exited with all the grace of a drunken amputee sheep. “Well, seeya, Lessons, have fun with Cadance.”

“Bye…” Princess Cadance waved weakly at his retreating back, unsure if he’d even heard her.

The stallion somehow found his way to a vending machine in a daze and bought his escort her Cokethere. Everything was buzzing like crazy around his head. He’d done it now – botched his one and only chance. His embarrassment was going to be national news – he’d be a national laughingstock before bedtime. Even daring to think about hitting on a princess? Now he’d paid the price for talking himself into thinking he’d even had something resembling a third cousin twice removed to a chance! His only consolation was that her friends or guards hadn’t been around to see it. He found his way back into the lazy river and waded in a daze to the waterfall.

The waterfall was a screen of water that fell down from a ledge on the artificial rocks forming the structure of an artificial island which constituted the heart of the water park. The lazy river formed a border, inside which was boasted to be four acres of slides, rides, pools, games, and challenges. The waterfall wasn’t exactly opaque, but it did obscure and had a nice grotto inside with shallow water, and it was located in a back part of the lazy river, away from too many prying eyes. And on a weekday...

Shining Armor waddled through the waterfall with scarcely a care about the battering of water on his head. The water cleared from his eyes to reveal Eventide Velour looking expectantly at him. “How did it go?” Shiny shook his head, hanging it in shame. Eventide shuffled up to him and hugged him. “You’ll get her next time.”

He didn’t return the hug. “There won’t be a next time.”

“Why not?”

“I got scared… I blew every line and made things awkward.”

Eventide drew him deeper into the grotto. “Did you now?” Her client nodded. “I saw the whole thing, but did you see how she was responding to you?”

“I couldn’t even look her in the eye.”

“True, but if you had, there was something there for a second you should have seen.”

“What was that?” He hung his arms around her, his distress diminished.

“Right at the start, when she turned around and saw you, for a second, her eyes widened, her smile widened, and she sucked in breath.” Eventide was pressing against the stallion. Her fingers were rubbing their circles around his broad shoulders.

“What does that mean?"

She kissed him, trailing her tongue along his lips and running her hands down his back. Holding his waste, she answered, “It means she likes you.”

“She can’t.”

“Trust me, Gleaming, okay. I’ve been around enough to know what a mare likes a stallion, and that one, on some level, wanted to look good to you. She’s attracted to you. She likes you.”

“That can’t be right; I’m so deep in the friendzone my sister says we’re two BFF’s.”

Velour laughed again, “What would your little sis know about that, anyway?”

“Nothing, I guess, Eventide.”

“That’s right. And I’m telling you that she’s attracted to you from what I can see, and hear from you that the liking is mutual. Hang in there; you’ll get her in the end.”

“But we’re just friends.”

Velour kissed him. “Sometimes, we have to kiss our friends. The important this is you tried. You’ll figure her out in the end and one day she’ll be yours.”

“I guess so,” conceded Shining, stroking the mare’s mane.

The mare sank to a squat. “Besides, since you did all that, I’m going to reward you, my brave gentlecolt. One day she’ll have you, but for now, you’re mine…”

Without saying another word, the mare loosened her prey’s trunks and pulled them down over his ass to reveal his cock. While slightly stiff already, it only took a few measured sucks and bobs to bring him up to hardness. Shining gasped, turned on beyond all belief. The contrast between the cool water and the warm mouth felt amazing, and the suction was just the thing to breathe life back into it after it had shrunk so small in its flooded prison. His hands immediately clasped onto his lover’s head, and he gently caressed it, feeling her nodding and bobbing up and down on his length.

Eventide Velour was doing her best to suck his dick like a master. He was not exactly long – middling to short, so gagging wasn’t a concern, but he had plenty of girth which gave her ample real estate to play with. Pleasure immediately began to assail her recipient, evident by how his hands trembled ever so slightly atop her head. She laid her tongue against the underside of his dick and hummed with the whole length inside her mouth. He tensed in pleasure. This truly was a blowjob to remember. And the risk of being caught fired his adrenaline, making his heart pound even more than it would have normally. Eventide rubbed his balls gently, warming the generous sackful with her soft palm, never stopping her ministrations and using her free arm to caress him up his front and around his back. She pulled him deeper into her face to engulf him down to the base.

This really turned on Shining Armor. Unbidden, the pleasure caused his hips to give a slight jerk. His caresses became more forceful, stroking now with both hands from the top her head and down her back, feeling her bobbing beneath her soft mane. He was rock hard now and feeling weak at the knees. He was in heaven now. His lover found a good rhythm and sucked him like mad, practically fucking him with her mouth.

His fingers found their way to the top of her upper bikini strap. He struggled a bit under the pleasure while he tried to unknot it – instinct demanded more of this mare. After a minute, the cords fell limp, and Velour, getting the message, untied the lower strings with one hand while her other descended to her pussy, now wet with more than just water, never skipping even a single beat as she sucked him from base to tip, lavishing swirling licks and gentle kisses on every part of his throbbing cock. She sped up, making even more lusty moans with her mouth. Shining didn’t know what she could have possibly been saying, but he didn’t care. He grabbed her harder and started directing her head, no longer content to just passively receive – he was going to make her suck him to his satisfaction!

Shining Armor felt his balls tighten and his pulse quicken as he felt the pleasure grow stronger. Looking down, he saw Eventide Velour wriggling with her own pleasure as she furiously worked her vulva. He tried to hold on, but it was rapidly becoming too intense. Her warm, luxurious tits were pressing into his thighs. He reached down and pulled her a bit up so he could have easier access. She rose to suck his cock bent over while he groped and caressed her tits happily, fondling her enticing orbs. His touches to her nipples sent ripples of pleasure through her, and the jolts transferred to his cock. Her moans were incessant now. He grabbed the sides of her head, now thrusting even as he controlled every bob and twitch of her head.

Pleasure spiked and he tensed up, only to speed his actions. “Velour, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck.” His dick near jumped. It was electric. He fucked her face mercilessly, generating gluk-gluk noises from the mare. “Eventide, oh shit. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum.” A massive jolt of pleasure tore through him as he blasted past the point of no return. “Oh, shiiiiiit!” He bucked his hips one last time into her magnificent mouth as climax overtook him and he emptied his balls into her. His hips trembled uncontrollably in pleasure, his arms forcing her down all the way, making her lick, slurp, and suck every last drop. She threw her arms around his ass to lock him in as well with him hunching over her, moaning in ecstasy, trying his best to not scream from the white hot bliss coursing through his genitals. Eventide Velour sucked his twitching, spurting dick dry, swallowing every single last jet of jizz to spew from the tip, cleaning him off with her expert lips and tongue. Her tongue found a sensitive spot on his underside and licked it ferociously, releasing a growl from his lips as he nearly fell, doubled over around her head.

When at last Shining Armor finished, Eventide released him with one last, thorough suck to get the last of his fluids, her belly now full of cum and her lust coming on in full flame. She gasped happily, seeing the overwhelmed lust and satisfaction in his eyes. He pulled his trunks back up in a near daze, beaming broadly at her and stroking her cheeks fondly. Before she kissed him, she discretely swished some water around in her mouth to get the jizz flavor out. She stood up smiling wicked, and with her bare breasts now pressing into his body, she kissed him before teasing, “So, what do you want to do now?”

They barely made it back to Velour’s hotel room, doing their best to refrain kissing and groping as if in heat the whole time. Once there, the clothes couldn’t’ve come off quickly enough. They seemed to more materialize spontaneously on the floor than be taken off by their wearers. They more tumbled than anything else onto the nearest bed, wrestling for dominance in a match neither would mind losing. They kissed, nibbled, and caressed each other. The mare’s hand found a steadily recovering cock, and the stallion’s hand found a pussy that was very warmed up.

Adopting an ancient, instinctual mating posture, Eventide got on her hands and knees, offering herself to him.
“Take me.” It was a command every bit as irresistible as a royal decree.

“Just let me get covered,” said Shining, magically grabbing the box of condoms and pulling one out. He wasn’t hard yet and rubbed himself against her impressive ass. He guililty said, “I can’t get hard yet, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it; you have hands and a tongue!” Oh yeah.

“Thanks; now I’m going to pay you back for what you did to me back behind the waterfall,” he grinned evilly. Shining had never tried it before, but he’d seen it in porn. He laid down on his back and shuffled between Eventide’s legs. Somehow her bikini bottom was still on, not that he cared. He pulled back the fabric and bravely lifted his face to her soaking snatch. And then he stuck out his tongue and started licking.

“Ooooohh!” Eventide Velour squealed, pleasantly surprised by the sudden pleasure. Shining didn’t know what he was doing – all he knew was that stallions did this to mares and mares really liked it. The initial taste and texture was like warm, sweaty snot, but he was too clouded in lust to care. He pressed his upper lips to her lower lips and kissed, and then stuck in his tongue. His mate quivered as he licked as voraciously as she had on his cock not even a half hour ago. Her cries rapidly escalated and her thighs closed around his head, locking him in place. She sat back on her haunches, taking her face as his throne and her mouth as her seat. Shining could barely breathe, but he was intoxicated by the effect he was having on this mare. Feminine peals flew from her lips and she began to shake. Her cunt grew only wetter. He felt himself get hard and he grabbed his stiff dick, jacking it off to appease his arousal. Then he tried bringing his tongue up to her clit. At the first brush and kiss, his escort’s entire body jolted. “YES YES!” Velour gasped aloud, grinding her mound at him. He ate her as best he could, as if consuming an erotic feast of her juices. Her groans and gasps grew ever louder. This was so unlike their very first session. The stallion dug in like an entrenching soldier. “Try a finger inside me – don’t stop."

Shining complied, bringing up a finger to fuck her while she rode his face. She was getting unsteady. In the dim light, he could see a faint mar in her flesh. He carried on, breathing in gasps when her hips allowed him the luxury of oxygen, doing his best to leave her just as breathless. Her pussy was so soaking wet. He was hard fit to bursting. Her primal screams intensified. Suddenly, his mare’s insides went from hot to blazing, and she writhed as if consumed in beautiful agony, wordless cries of bliss erupting from her mouth, her deep muscles quivering with a sudden swelling of fluids. After many seconds and additional operatic cries, she dismounted from him.

“Did you cum?” She grabbed the condom and staggered over his dick.

“Fuck yeah,” she cheered before impaling herself on him, stiff facing away. He felt the heavenly warmth of her tight cunt engulf him as their bodies joined. She rocked her hips with great enthusiasm, bringing a world of pleasurable feelings to the young stallion, “I’ll have to rethink charging you if you can eat pussy like that. Now shut up and fuck me, Gleaming Shield.”

With a loud clap of skin on skin, he seized her pert ass and squeezed, rocking her body to his liking. Seeing her still partially wearing the bikini bottom, only slightly pulled down and yanked aside enhanced his arousal, conjuring the idea of her being so desperate to fuck she couldn’t even wait to get completely naked. Her cunt coiled around him like a warm, silky sleeve, immensely pleasurable even through the condom. If he were doing her raw, he bet he’d’ve cum the moment she took him. He focused his eyes on where here ass met his dick, visualizing all the delightful ways her insides were caressing his organ. He hilted inside her. Damn, she was so tight, especially the very opening of her pussy. The wetness drove him wild with desire; it was different from the coolness of water or the warm humidity of her mouth – her vaginal secretions were hot, slimy, and thick, and they seemed to magnify everything else her body was doing to him. The state of being all the way inside her elicited special sensations from his cock and a deep satisfaction from the primitive sector of his brain. Here was his mate, taking him fully inside, feeling so good, craving his body, seeking his pleasure, demanding his seed. He couldn’t believe he was this hard again, and so soon, but he wasn’t going to complain. He relished how his body cooperated to fulfil his instincts.

He bucked his hips at her, fucking up into her pussy. She pushed her hips back at him in a sort of dancing motion, somehow always anticipating where he was going to thrust next so she could meet him perfectly and rock her body just so that she could always savor letting part of his dick run along one of her walls, eliciting much the same pleasure at her tongue, but in multiple places all at once. She leaned forward, rocking her hips up and down, back and forth. He smacked her ass, bucking upwards to make her go faster. He heard the lewd noises of her wet insides sliding along his hard dick. The sensation wasn’t quite so intense now, now that she’d shifted from pressure to speed. Their rhythms converged as the pleasure in their bodies continued to build.

Eventide brought a hand to her pussy and started fingering herself. She felt her client remaining rock hard despite showing fewer obvious signs of pleasure – round two was looking good and maybe she’d even get a second load out of him. Maybe she’d even get to cum again, and this time with a cock inside her, too? The thought excited her in that ancient, female part of her being. A stray thought whispered in her ear to remove the condom and truly unite her body with his. A more intellectual part of her brain disagreed, citing facts like the nature of their relationship, her extreme promiscuity, and the risk of diseases on both ends, not to mention how the rubber was definitely going to add to her pleasure by helping him last longer. There was something else, too, warning that getting her cunt flooded by his sperm was wrong on a deeper level; too intimate, perhaps.

Eventide Velour caressed her cunt starting from where the stallion’s cock penetrated her folds to the top of its arch, and then around her fully erect clitoris. Her hips immediately quivered at the first touches to her clit. She knew that she was soaking wet on the inside with how rapidly and smoothly Gleaming Shield was sliding in and out of her. He was hilting about as deep as was comfortable for her. His short, girthy cock meant she got plenty of sensation without being pummeled internally, allowing her to fuck him with abandon. She let her cries fly from her throat, singing to her mate her enjoyment.

Shiny moved his hands to the escort’s hips. The older mare responded by going from squat riding to rocking. The switch back from rubbing to pressure felt fantastic. She was touching herself with him inside her, and the added theatrics only served to elevate the experience. This was the greatest feeling of his life! Even Cadance couldn’t compare to this! What if she could? What if she could somehow be even better? Finding out would well be worth the risk of it could end up like this. And as things were going, the young stallion had no doubt that he was going to end up an incoherent mass of pleasured jelly. He felt how hard he was, how the silky confines of his lover’s pussy stayed drenched and hot as they caressed him, sending waves upon waves of escalating pleasure running along his cock. There was no doubt in his mind he was going to end up cumming again, this time balls deep in her pussy.

Carnal delights built up in Eventide’s lower body. She was beginning to notice her whole body throbbing and trembling, starting from her hips and dispersing all over to what would finally culminate in an orgasm. She leaned back to enjoy the cock better and give him access to her breasts. To her delight, he took them in his hands and started kneading. While kissing and licking felt better, this was fine, too, especially when coupled with what was going on lower down. Fire and electricity run up and down her spine. A nice tension was building in her lower tummy. A craving was between her legs, calling for her to be filled. The slapping noise of his balls on her mound had ceased as his scrotum tightened corresponding to his own growing pleasure. A tingling heat suffused her, and she embraced it, moaning even louder in pleasure. Her ecstasy was growing with every thrust of his hips and every rock of hers. Every touch around her clitoris and every brush on her breasts brought her closer to thundering heights of mortal pleasure. She sped up, her mouth hanging open to let out animalistic cries.

The stallion felt like his cock was going to explode. It was all so good. Spurred on by the mare’s pleasured peals, he took one hand from her chest and brought it low. There, it joined her in teasing the little nub. He felt his cock surging in and out through her skin. He was fucking her like a beast and he couldn’t stop himself. He felt like his heart was going to give out, but he couldn’t do anything but continue to plow her pussy as hard as he possibly could. She was twitching around him. Bolt of delight darted across his neurons. He could hardly speak, but he had to let her know he couldn’t last much longer. A strange desire, an attraction and a longing, begged to be given wings with his voice, but he fought it back. Instead, he choked out, “Eventide, I’m gonna cum soon. You feel so good.”

“Me too – don’t stop -- Gleaming – I want -- you to cum inside me.”

Their hands and hips moved together. Eventide occupying one breast, Shining the other, and both of them working away at her pussy and clit together, bodies in perfect harmony. A trembling thunder was brewing in the mare’s core while the stallion swore he felt the cum boiling in his balls. The tension of their union was almost unbearable, agonizing in its pleasure.

“Eventide Velour, oh-”

“Gleaming shield!”

“I-!”

“Cum inside me!”

“FUCK!”

“MMHMHMHMHMMHMHMMM!!!!”

Climax overwhelmed them together. They clung to each other, their bodies wracked with overwhelming pleasure, each of them cumming – Velour cumming around her stallion while his cock erupted deep within her – Shining cumming inside his mare while her pussy spasmed and soaked all around him. Time lost all meaning and they forgot where they were and who they were, brains awash in orgasmic bliss. He emptied himself into her, spurt after spurt of his richest semen, packed with sperm. She lost control atop him, quake after tremoring quake of her superheated, impossibly wet cunt begging his cock to give her what her body craved, caressing every point on his dick as much as possible to stimulate him to spill even more into her insides. His hips locked him in deep, making him tremble. Her hips shook around wildly to milk him dry. Neither could consciously control their body in this mating frenzy.

For just a moment, sparks flashed. Eventide’s mane flashes different colors. Purple and white in equivalent bands. Her eyes widened. Something registered behind her eyes. She took a look down between her legs, where her partner’s flesh joined hers. A strange hesitancy met her upon sight of the coat and cutie mark, but then the magic flashed back over and she rode him with abandon, reclaimed again by her consuming madness.

Sweaty, smiling, gasping, and barely conscious, they endured their orgasms, gradually coming down after a blissful, excruciatingly sensitive minute of fantastic heaven. Shining Armor sighed and went limp. Eventide Velour fell off his softening, leaking cock to land beside him. They kissed deeply, sighing and caressing.

“Woooooooooooowwwwww…” Shining Armor exhaled.

“The best ever?”

“Even better.”

“Good.”

“If you do me any better, I’ll die, Eventide.”

“Not if you kill me first, Gleaming.”

They stayed that way a long time, just feeling simply content and right with each other, completely comfortable and trusting.

“Say,” he asked after a long while of nothing but snuggles and hummed noises, “what’s with that scar on your hips; I noticed it while eating you out.”

“I’m surprised you noticed it at all, given how hungry you were. Don’t worry about it; the relic of another life... back when I was a simple mare of Mustangia, far from the daze of Canterlot...” She was suddenly guarded. He let it slide. A short silence. “Was that your first time eating out a lady?"

“Yeah…”

“You’re pretty good. I normally don’t cum like that, but maybe because I was really turned on or you really get me, but that was fantastic.”

“Thanks,” blushed Shiny.

“How did it taste?”

He made a face. “Not my favorite, I guess…” Shining admitted

“Don’t worry; tons of guys don’t like it much. I can’t wait to have you all trained up on how to please a mare – you’re going to be so good I might just end up marrying you to have you all to myself.” They both giggled and kissed.

Eventually, a ringtone went off. “Time to go?” Shining asked dejectedly, though with a truly enormous smile still on his face.

“Sadly…” Eventide didn’t sound any happier about it. She put on a smile. “Let’s get you cleaned up so you’re fresh and on your way, alright.”

“Okay,” he agreed, kissing her on the breasts and lips.

“You’re affectionate,” she laughed in that familiar way.

“I can’t help it – not after a date like at the water park followed by you fucking my brains out like this.”

She only laughed again and led him into the bathroom. They showered together, taking plenty of time to kiss and caress. He rubbed against her and she ground against him. If both of them weren’t completely spent, odds were they would have gone for another round, but, unfortunately, physiology and time conspired against them.

“Say, Gleaming, I’d like to know more about you.”

“Oh?” His ears perked up. “Why? In what way?”

“Just’d like to know were you’re from and all, silly.”

“Oh, that,” he said with a sigh. “I’m just a boring old unicorn from Canterlot. There’s nothing special about me, really, Eventide. What made you ask?”

Eventide Velour giggled, “I just like to know my clients is all; now we’ve been together a few times, I just thought I’d like to know my recurring stallion friend more.”

“Sounds fair. So, where are you from, Madam Eventide Velour?”

The mare of the night paused for a second. “Mustangia. I ain’t nothing much; just a rowdy mare from Mustangia.”

“What drew you to Canterlot?”

“The country life was boring as all heck, Gleaming. I wanted more…” Eventide purred, “I wanted some… excitement…”

“Sounds fair.”

Soon, they were both fully clothed and standing by the door. She kissed him deeply. He reciprocated while grabbing her face with both hands. “Visit again soon, Gleaming.”

“Absolutely, my lady,” beamed Shining. They kissed again and she opened the door. He stepped out with his stuff and she closed it behind him.

To say that Shining Armor walked home would not be entirely accurate. He more accurately returned home with a combination of a hop, skip, and a jump when he wasn’t just floating down the street. When he got home, he opened the door to see a welcome face.

Meanwhile, back in the budoir…

Madam Eventide Velour stepped into a hot, steaming shower. She felt the water wash over her. She gave a happy sigh. She slid off the bikini bottom. Finally, she was totally nude – she was totally free at finally long last.

She was humming. She had just had a splendid long date over many hours with a dream client. He was hot. He was willing to spend. He was sweet. He fucked like a pro, thanks to her instruction and tutelage, of course. He made sure she enjoyed herself. He was young. She was skipping with glee – she’d gotten a brains rutted to the seventh planet and back by a prize piece of tail, and shed been paid grandly for the privilege.

So why was she uneasy?

For a moment, her magic had faltered. Her cosmetic magic was more than skin deep; it went into the brain, as the mind and body were as linked as earth and sky. It MADE her Madam Eventide Velour. Her mate seemed... familiar...?

That color. That voice. Oh, GOD, she had to be hallucinating. Just running the numbers, it was too unlikely...

No matter, the escort rationalized away with a scrub of soap. She washed herself thoroughly, cleansing herself of all the lascivious touches her client had spent the previous hours giving her. She gave herself a very good scrubbing. How nice to finally be free with her own skin again!

When the mare of the nigh was done, she stepped out. Was sure sure to tie up the used condom and dispose of it in the trash, of course sandwiching it with other layers of rubbish -- she didn't want to the staff noticing and whispering. Lastly, she took off her magical disguise. Hah, that was the best; she was herself again.

Meanwhile, back at the Sparkle house...

“Twiley!”

“BBBFF,” she greeted back, hugging him. He enjoyed her touch. But over her shoulder, he saw a familiar pink alicorn. Crap.

“Hey, Cadance,” he said.

“Hey, Shining.” He sincerely prayed that she would keep her mouth shut, at least about his date.

“You just get here?”

“No,” she said, flipping her ponytail hair over her shoulder. “I was supposed to watch Twiley after school until somepony came home.” Was that a barb? “Now you’re here, I’m free to go.”

“But can’t you stay, pleaaaaseee?” Twilight Sparkle begged.

Cadance bent down to the unicorn filly’s level. “Sorry, Twilight, but I’m really busy. I only came today because your mom said she was going to be late and needed someone to watch you for a bit.”

“But you’re always busy,” Twilight pouted in a manner not dissimilar to her big brother’s way to play whining at their mother.

“I know, I’m sorry, Tell you what, I’ll take you to the park on this upcomming Saturday.”

“Yay!” Twilight cheered, hugging her best foalsitter. They said their goodbyes, and like that Cadance, was gone out the door. Crisis averted.

“Have a good day, Twiley?”

“Yeah. Today in Celestia’s Stellar Summer School for Special Fillies, Moondancer tried to electrolyze water, but she did the thing backwards, so instead of electrolysis using electricity and water to make hydrogen and oxygen, we instead got electrified hydrogen peroxide.” Shiny made a face. “Nopony got hurt, though. What did you do, Shiny?”

Shining armor rubbed his neck uncomfortably. He didn’t have to watch his body language too carefully around little sister, oblivious as she was. “I went swimming.”

“Where’s your towel, then?”

Crap. Shining realized now the reason he’d been so light since leaving the water park. “I didn’t bring one.”

“Okay. I’m going to read. Oh, and mom says it’s laundry tonight.” And with that, Twilight headed upstairs, leaving Shining Armor in peace.

Shining Armor made his own way up to his room and got on his computer. After composing a very happy thank you email to Madam Eventide Velour, he looked up various causes of scars. To his intrigue, the ones that matched the one he’d seen on Velour earlier were caesarian scars from surgical childbirth. No wonder she was touchy. Heh, motherfucker. Somewhere, there was somebody to whom he could honestly say he was banging their mom.

Shiny played around on his computer, forgetting to take care of the laundry. The front door open and shut. Twilight Velvet’s voice came, “Shiny, have you done the laundry?”

Darnit; he’d forgotten. “No, sorry, mom, I forgot.”

“Well, stop forgetting and get going.”

“Yes, mom.” He brought down the full laundry baskets from upstairs. He saw his mother standing in the atrium. She threw some items into the basket. “Get these done, too, please.”

“Sure thing, mom.”

The colt brought the baskets down into the basement and then the laundry room. He had to take care on the stairs to avoid falling down painfully. Once he was down, the separated everything at first between whites and colors. And then into pure whites, impure whites, greys, light colors, dark colors, and heavy colored clothes. He noticed brown marks on the front of Twilight’s panties. He thought to have a talk with mom about it; she had been getting up to that sort of age… Dealing panties and bras was nothing new to Shining; it was just a part of life in a household which was functionally two thirds female most of the time. Nothing was out of the ordinary until he had just put in the first load, the pure whites, and then took at a look at the things his mother had handed him.

They were a blouse, a skirt, and an orange and black tiger striped bikini.

Twilight Velvet sat watching television. It was some romantic comedy. Right now, it was a scene implying sex between the two leads. Of course they weren't showing the sex -- it was not a porno, and there was no way in any Tirek-infested hell that they would so such a thin on regular network television before the watershed hour had passed.

In her hand was a glass of white wine, prosecco, her absolute favorite wine -- the poor mare's champagne, or at least champage that wasn't overpriced into oblivion by a punch of snob ponies who liked to show they had money just because they could outspend others for the sake of it. The bubbles tickled her, and should have elicited some kind of subdued yet tickled giggle, only they didn't for some strange reason.

Thunk thunk thunk thunk. She heard her son coming down the stairs with the laundry as she had indeed instructed him to do. Good boy, the best boy, a fine stallion. She turned her head. She saw him. His muscles were working. He was in very good shape -- much better than he had ever been at school, muscular and trim. His coloration reminded her of a recent mate half obscured from memory. Oh, yes, Gleaming Shield, such a stallion. Courteous, fit, fun, and of course, very amorous. She had, under her persona of Madam Eventide Velour, of course, just finished having a splendid encounter with that very stallion, of course. She had decided that after about a half dozen great and profitable visits in not even two months, that she would indeed make him a VIP client; if it was between him and some rich older stallion, she'd pick Gleaming instantly.

She stole a glance at Shining Armor. Muscular, tall unicorn, just like... Velvet knew this demanded inquiry, immediately.

Author's Note

The plot thickens, and bounces!

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. This is the single longest multiparter chapter I ever released. I considered cutting it in two, but after some edits, I decided against that in order to preserve our motherfucking story.

I'd like to credit...

Sparky Brony... for being an awesome friend and editor
Free Shavocado... for advising like a great friend -- he gave me the idea for Eventide's magic to falter in her climax.
An Alternate Universe... for helping with the story
Coffee Bean... for being a great writer and advisor, even at literally 3AM

Thank you all for reading. I promise more to follow in August.

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