You stand waiting in line at a little bookstone in downtown Manehattan, The books sit on battered but still serviceable shelves. The air is thick with the musty smell of ancient carpeting; yellowed pages mixed with the sharp chemically smell of new paper in the new books, and the futile atempt to cover it with the buring incense and scented candles. The shop keeper is an aging mare with a mane long gone white and a blue sweater with thick framed pointed glasses with a green beaded chain attatched. She's been showing customers where the special guest author was seated for a book siging that day. Said author is sitting behind a beat up desk near the back of the room an ever shrinking queue to see her as she worked a pen over the first page of copies of her books for her eager fans. She is no ordinary author. She gives all her fans a warm and playful smile as she signs book after book for them.
Her hand swiftly swerves and curves across the creamy pages as she fills in her name, as well as maybe a little message to her fans. Something like Naughty Naughty and a little drawing of a wink. She is unashmed to be an erotic novelist. Almost all her work is a tale or two so steamy it could work as a sauna. From hot nights in Cloudsdale with the Pegasi, to tales of hard working earth pony mare getting more than the fields plowed by handsome studs. You loved every word that she set out to paper, but there was a less pleasant side to her work. All those nights cozy and warm as your eyes darted across the pages taking in every sensual and sizzling hot detail, only made you long for a lover to do the things you read about on the page with. Now's not the time to concern yourself with such issues as you're the last in line to see her. She looks at you with those eyes of hers, those big gleaming ameyhyst eyes. The locks of her lusciously soft looking brown hair just beg to have your hands brush through them and stroke them lovingly.
"Hello, which of my sultry works has this strapping fan brought to me today?" The Author says with a playful giggle as you place Vol 1 of her book, aptly titled Intimate Moments. an erotic ledger of hot and steamy encounters with some of Equestria's well known figures, with royalties paid to them of course for using their names and likness. It snaps you from your daze at how pretty she is.
"Huh? Oh I..I was wondering if you could sign this copy for me." You say to her as she holds her quill and ink in one hand and opens the book with the other. "You know I just love you're work in the erotic literature," You say as she never takes her eyes of you as if she's looking you up admiring the cutness of your fanboy nature.
"Why thank you, you know few people especially back on earth would be so open to admit admiration to my work," The Author says as she purses her lips together and blows on the ink softly to dry it so the cover won't smear it. "You enjoy that cutie." She says with a wink, was...was The Author flirting with you?
"You're barley out of the bookstore when you're sneaking a peek at just what she wrote in the inside cover. What you saw almost stopped your heart. There scrawled on the nside cover said, "I'm staying at the Plaza just off Central Park, If you wanna talk more. My room is 237, and you only have to ask to see me. Tell the reception desk, "I'm here to deliver a giger watch to 237, trust me ^~" You could hardly belive just what you read, your eyes quicky run back over the page to be sure your mind wasn't playing any tricks on you. Sure enough what she wrote really was there, every word of it. your heart races in your chest and your breath stiffens in your throat. It takes the shouting of two Stallions rigged to a horse drawn taxi carriage as you find yourself in the middle of a side streeet crossing. You do your best to ignore the awkard glares and looks of the stragllers watching you as you hurry down the streets of Manehatann.
Much like the Central Park and Plaza hotel you know from back home, both sit just oposite each other. The plaza offering a great parkside view especially from the upper floors. The stallion at the door has a warm smile and friendly "good afternoon for you as he pulls open the front door for you. The Saddle arabian imported carpeting accented by the golden crystal chandiler and gas lamps converted to eletric. You don't have much time to admire the architecture though, as you walk as casually as you can to the front desk and ring the little silver bell for service.
"I'm here to deliver a Giger watch to room 237." You say only feeling just a little embarrassed to do so, desperately hoping that The Author hasn't done this as part of some kind of sick joke on you. The Yellow mare with the chestnut brown coat at the desk smiles and checks the ledger's thick pages and seems to know just what you were talking about.
"Ah yes delivery for that popular author staying in town, I"m afraid she's not in room 237 at the moment but according to her schedule, she's having a luncheon in the champagne bar. It's down the crystal corridor and the last door on the left. She says with a smile. You thank the mare and head down the crystal corridor. Named for ther imported walls treated with genuine Crystal Empire treated floor molding and wall finish. Which makes everything look like its been coated in a mix of sugar flakes and diamond gems. The door to the champagne bar is open halfway propped open with the daily specials board and the deals on bottles of wine, and beers by the glass. Your eyes adjust to the lowl mood lighting that casts a halogen glow on the faces of every pony in the bar. From stallions in suits on cocktail hour to talk business, to the groups of mares in sun dresses and hats with prada purses, a sight ripped right from that old show...what was it called? You wonder before getting back on track.
"What will you have? The gryphon in the white apron and chef's tunic says as he finishes drying a beer mug with the earth company name Miller printed on the side in his talons. He looks a look more refined and dignified than the usual breed of garden variety gryphon. his bird of prey half having the distinct white plumage on his head accented by black from the neck down of an American Bald Eagle, a sense of home fills you as you take a seat at the bar.
"Well actually I'm kinda looking for someone who told me to meet them here at the hotel." You tell him as take. the laminated drink list and see what they have. The pino grot doesn't tickle your fancy, and the champagne is a little out of your budget.
''Well I see a lot of faces in my bar Mac, mostly ponies but a few times I spot one of your lot in here, who are you looking for?" You give the bar keep a description of The Author, from her cropped brown mane to silky soft creamy off white coat. "Hey aint that a mare like that eating in the corner booth over there?" He says as your attention is grabbed and you look across the bar. Sure enough The Author is there, sitting under the glow of a celling fan light bulb. You get up and casually strut over to her, playing it cool as best as you can. The Author sits by herself a garden salad with a glass of sangria fresh from the pitcher by her as she enjoys her light meal.
"Well hello Ms. remember me?" You say not sitting down just yet, prefering to take it slow and steady. She casually takes a sip of her fruity wine and I do mean fruity, as sangria is mixed with assorted fresh tropical fruits for full flavor.
"I don't know handsome, I mean I see a lot of my fans whenever I'm in town but even I can't track every face I see." Her words linger a bit but she breaks out into a soft chuckle befopre they can really sting. "Oh don't be afraid cutie, of course remember you, take a seat. Room for one more at the booth. You smile at her invitation and take a seat across from her in the booth. You watch her plunge her fork down coming up with a slice of a juicy red tomato, her lips part with a soft just barley audible moan as she savors the plump red treat. Your eyes are fixed on the slow and easy way she eats, like shes doing it just to tease you. More soft moans escaping her muzzle as she swallows with her eyes closed, which she slowly opens again once your sure she's finaly finished the wedge of tomato. "Mhhh the food her is just devine, so fresh, so juicy, and oh so palatable." She says every word from her mouth dripping with lustful desire.
"I can see that, so...tell me, why would one of the most succsesful authors in pony erotica wanna invite a lowly fan out to lunch at one of the most illustrious and prestigeous hotels in all of Manehattan?" You ask as you take a sip of the sangria for yourself.
"Mhhhhmm heh oh silly, don't go selling yourslef short just cause of who I am, It's always nice to meet my fans." She says giving a flirty little flip of her mane as you casualy try to rest you head on ahand on the table as casually as you can.
"Well, I was just curios, what are you doing in town anyway?" You ask her as you both grab your wine glasses, and feeling a little cheeky, reach over to each other's mouths. the rims of your glasses touch each others lips as she giggles and slowly sips the wine you offer her, you likewise slowly savor the slight tang the pineapple, mango, and cherry blend the red wine has been spiced up with. She slowly pulls her lips away from the glass while you do the same.
"Well I guess you could say I was looking for some...inspiration for my new book, mhhh would you say I've found it?" she asks with more lustful giggles, her intentions becoming a lot more obvious now. She flutters her eyes flirtasiously at you as she gives a few locks of her hair a flip. "Mhhh so how bout we take our literary discussions back to my room?" You feel a little short on breath as she says that, you offer to pick up the tab for the sangria and salad but she waves it off reaching into her purse, she has a black Centurion card to ring up her lunch. She stands up and you get a good look at the chestnut brown skirt that conforms to every curve from her full round hips to the gentle curving of her plot. She's a mare that could drive the stallions wild with lust. She seems to intentionally sway her hips as she leads you out the champagne bar and to the elevators. She giggles and she leans on the door frame of the elevator as ou wait for it, when it arrives you step inside with her and she hits the button for the top floor, penthouse you couldn't have hit a bigger jackpot if you were in Vegas couldn't you?
"You know, I think there's too much of a stigma against erotica even after the sucess of the works of authors like you or that E.L Lames lady back in my world." You say leaning casualy on the elevator wall as one free hand reachs for her mane. The Author doesn't flich or try to make you stop as place a hand gently on the silky soft bristes of soft and slightly ticklish pony hair.
"Why you, do you try stuff like that on every mare you flirt with?" She says playfuly as she lets you lovingly stroke her man, to your surprise she reaches for the stop button on the elevator and hits it, The car stops between the top floors. She wraps her hands around your wais as your reach for the back of her skirt. She moans softly as you get a good handful of her plot from over the fabric. She looks deeply into youe eys as both your mouths inch ever closer to each other. Your lips plant gently on her soft and tender pony lips lovingly, you can taste the faint hint of peach lipgloss on them as you start to kiss full on the mouths. It's not long before the kiss turns up the dial to at least a nine, you wonder how long before it goes up to eleven.
The tip of her tounge touches yours, then the two long pink muscles start to play with each other hotly as you feel her guiding your hands under her skirt. You feel tthe string of fabric that is her panties, you can guess withthe accuracy of an ICBM targeting system that shes wearing a lacy thong. You moan softly as she lets youch the warm and tender flesh of her marehood. The smooth and silky velvet folds give and bloom softly at your touch, barley started and she's soaking down there. You gently guide the tip of your finger inside her, she gasps bitting her lower lip as her own hand reaches into the waist of your pants and feels the long hard pole of man meat that makes her eyes go wide in surprise at what she finds.
"Mhhh bigger than you expected coming from a non pony beautiful?" You say as you return the favor by really wiggling the tip of your finger around inside her slick wet inner pussy. The ministrations make her tilt her head back as your finger her pussy like a cellist working the strings. She pants and gasps for air as you bend the finger at just the right angle to gently touch that elusive soft spongy bit inside her, a torrent of her juices drippples from her running down her thigh.
"OH fuck yes!" She says softly shout whispering as you reach under her white blouse and place a had on her left breast. You moans gettting a feel for the tender soft mound of her bossom as you squeeze a bit harder and add another finger to join the first. Your digits softly part and spread her opening for you. You only wish you could see just what her precious mare pussy looks like from where your standing but settle for pleasuring her as she starts to stroke her hand on the hard pole of muscle that is your cock. You're both shaken from your bliss when the intercom buzzes, her eyes go wide in surprise and she quickly pulls away from you and tries to look so innocent even trying to dry her leg. Thankfuly There's no cameras in the elevator but they've been aware of the stalled car for a while now.
The Author tries to assure them that she unknowingly backed into the stop button and didn't realize it till now, thankfully they haven't called the fire brigade and the elevator resumes its trip to the top floor. As you both step out with some signs of the close touchy feely you both engaged in still evident from her ruffled mane and skirt to your still hard poking errection, another stallion boards the elevator in your place. You swear you see him wrinkle his nose and get a confused if not knowing look on his face as the doors close leaving you and your lover to resume the prior engaments in her hotel room, much to both of your delights.
You take in the sight's of Rella's suite, the room has all the decor a luxury hotel could offer. From the red Saddle Arabian carpet to the carved marble and grante counter tops in the complentary room bar. Rella Sways her hips to the side with every step as she croos the room to her fine velveteen couch. "Mhmm do you do this often cutie?" She say with a wink as her wings gently flutter open and rest behind her magesticly. You blush hard and notice despite the sangria from before, her hand reaches for a silver ice bucket and a botttle of champagne, it's a light brew to keep from getting too buzzed to enjoy the moment, but then again sangria isn't very strong either.
"Well, Rella to be forward, you're my first mare....female human or pony." You rub a hand behind your head nervously as you watch the way she lowers her eyes seductivley at you. She holds two glasses in one hand like an expert while pouring champagne for you both. You take yours from her hand and sip liberaly. She does the same, her swanlike neck gulping gently and her eyes close allowing her senses to fully savor and take in the crisp and light refreshing taste of the cold bubbly.
"Mhhmmm like it? It's a 95 delux vineyard." She says with the air of a mare who really knows her fine wine and spirits. Rella gives a little giggle, clearly the mare is getting a little on the tipsy side. Not that you're able to hold your booze any better as you feel your eyes swim around in your head a bit as the kick from the sangria mixed with her bubbly is making you stumble. You find yourself tumbling on top of the beautiful mare giggling and chuckling with a soft hic coming from you both as you struggle to get up off her.
"Heh Sorry Ms. Rella, I guess I'm starting to really feel the kick of the...You are cut off by Rella as she pushes her warm, soft lips hard onto yours. Her kiss is like a velvet embrace as her arms hold you close to her, the soft and silky feeling of her coat as she reaches under your shirt and pulls it off, the kiss broken only for a momment so she can expose your chest. You're not exactly a ripped stallion, but she seems to admire the slender with a few pounds that makes up your torso. She tenderly circles a finger around your collar bone before tracing a line to your jaw.
"Mhhh Yeah you enjoying this as much as I am?" She asks as her wings pop open with a soft fluff of feathers and a gentle rush of air. She takes a few locks of her mane in between her fingers and plays with it while giggling. Look most ponies Rella's build could almost pass for a human girl, sans the way her legs bend at he ankle. In the distinctly pony way, coupled with the hard calloused hooves with the well trimmed fentlocks on her ankles. They end in the the flat stubbs of hooves as opposed to feet with toes. Yet her curvaceous figure, her D cup sized bossom, and the slender femmine fingers are indistinguishable from a humans.
"Yes my beloved bard, I think I...I" You pause wondering if it's too soon to even use the word you're thinking of using. "I love you." She doesn't cringe or flinch at you saying that, if anything it prompts her to tug on the brown sweater she has on. She slowly exposes her midriff untill the creamy off white fur of her belly and lower chest is exposed just short of her breasts. "Oh yes, please...more." Is all you can say lost in the sight of the black lace bra she reveals to you. She brings her hands behind her back to further tease you with the prospect of taking it off.
"You want the full show don't handsome? Well I want a little Quid Pro Que...show me just what you humans are..packing." She says with an almost sinster giggle at what she said. You sigh somewhat intimidate but try to be a sexy as you can as your hands go to the belt buckle and start to open it. With a single swipe of your hand you pull it through the loops before wrapping a bit of around your hand.
"Mhhh are you planning to do something with that belt handsonme?" She says before pulling an ottoman forward. She bends over it as your pants hit the floor. Imitating you by lifting her skirt up and showing the matching black underwear she wore with her bra. You can see the tag it reads the name of an earth import, Victoria's Secret.
"That depends Rella, have you been a bad girl?" You ask smacking the end of the belt against your hip as the bulge near the crotch of your briefs twitch somewhat, but your trouser serpent can wait. Rella giggles slightly drunkenly as she gives her flanks a side to side sway tempting you to discipline her.
"Mhh you're a fan of my work aren't you? You ought to know just how naughty this filly's been."
"Did your mommy and daddy ever spank you when you a bad little fily?" You say as you give her left flank a light tap with the belt, the tap makes her shiver and tense up and it was barley a tap.
"Maybe they did and maybe they didn't." She says as you raise the belt up again and bring it down on her flanks, hard this time. It makes her flinch slightly as she cries out a bit. You repeat your actions on her other flank until two red streaks run across them, not on the level as lashes from a real whip but still there. "Mhhhmm yeah please punish me!" She cries out loudly as you do just that, lashing her flanks hard untill her legs tremble and quiver, and the faint scent of a musky yet sweetness fills th air. You can see a wet spot forming and growing in size against the black fabric of her panties. You can't help yourself anymore, you hook your fingers around the hem of her panties and start slowly pull them down.
"Sweet Celestia I'm the luckiest guy in Manehattan." You say as you take in the sight of her dripping wet mare pussy. The puffy pink lips swell up and wink her bulbous clit at you. You take a small gasping breath as you reach out and gently touch the little pink pearl. Rella moans louder really turning into putty in your hands. You circle a finger around her clit while rubbing a thumb over the folds, teasing her inner depths. and really getting her mind racked with the pleasure of your finger work. Her brown mane becomes more and more mussed and her brow glistens softly with sweat.
"Mhhh and I'm glad to make that so." She says as you gently rub her flanks hoping you hadn't gotten too caried away with your "punishment." "Mhhh what are you doing? Don't you want me?" She says as your fingers are feeling around in the inner depths of her velvet passage. You lean over her soft and warm coat to her dark auburn bown mane, you lightly rest your head on the soft and gentle follicles of her hair. Your manhood pressing on her opeining as you do.
"Of course, I just wanted you to enjoy it too Rella." You say as you gently nuzzle her cheek by leaning over her shoulder. She blushes and nuzzles you back as she bites her lower lip from feeling the swollen mass of man flesh slip inside her. You feel the tight and soft slick walls as they squeeze around you a bit before adjusting and relaxing to the intrusion inside her. Rella's moans become louder and intimate as you start to rock yoour hips working your large girth into her in a steady rythm. Her tail flicks around and you feel her wings shiver and struggle to flap but can't because of the way you lay ontop of them.
Rella lets out more low grunts and gutural moans as you build up speed and buck her harder, you're inner equine seems to show as you gently bite on the back of her neck, a feeling not off putting for her, if anything it really entices her more. To have you really get into rutting her as you would if you were a stallion. You pick up the sweet scent of her hair but also something with a bit more..spice in it, her arousal perhaps? You can feel the presure in your testicles rising, like the steam vents in a boiler ready to blow. You grunt and try top form words, you manage to just barley say.
"I'm gonna cum..." In just above a whisper in her ear.
"Yes...yes inside do it inside me! Oh filly this naughty girl up good you stud." She says either really stretching her compliments or forgettinig you're not literally a stallion rutting her. You rear your head back and give off a few more aroused grunts of effort as you feel her passage convulse and spasm in an orgasm of her own. You likewise burst with bliss as th tip of your rob shoots and spurts stream after strand of warm semen into her. The feeling of her getting filled good and to the brim is enough to sap what remaining energy you had, with a pleasured sigh you let your head fall onto the pillows and as you look up into Rella's face as she gets on top of you, you wish it could only last longer.
You wake with a with a bit of a start as the memory of what happened comes flooding back to you, the one you want to see more than anyone the good author Rella stands on the balcony just adjacent to the bedroom. Her white night gown fluttering in the night time breeze. Below Manehattan much like its earth counterpart glistens and glows with the thousands of neon and halogen lights that cas their glow from concrete streets to the glass and steel towers and the skies above. It's a good night...good enough.
