Canterlot, the peak of pony society.
If you ask the locales.
After all, this is where the crème de la crème of ponykind starts and ends. This is where the rulers of Equestria hold seats. It is where the Councils make the final decisions that will impact all pf Equestria and its influences beyond. The cradle of sophistication and high society. Where the brightest minds and deepest pockets meet to discuss how to change the world and then leave it perfectly how it always was.
Capital of boring.
No changes, no excitement. Sure, maybe an invasion or two, but once the streets have been swept clean, it all goes back to the boring same old same. Where ponies never change and all the same old routines are so carved into tradition even the children of the children of the children of an earl or duke who always did things one certain way, are still doing everything the exact same way. Frowning deeply at any changes, whether it’s political or personal.
Any tiniest sidestep can raise the scorn of society as a whole. Everything must perfect or you become nothing.
The perfect life among the elite. It bores her so very much. But she was born, no, bred into it. Perfection, grace, charm and schooled until she could puke out the perfect accent to go to any situation at all the same social gatherings and charity events and galas and theater goings and so on and so on.
Midwinter Grace is the perfect high society unicorn mare. Never complaints or insults, only venom loaded under friendly smiles between friendly ponies. Beautiful and graceful, that soft cyan coat and perfectly styled marine mane with those perfect lilac eyes. Always dressed properly and and in fashion yet a bit bold with some tradition to her style to stand out yet staying safe within the lines. The envy of all as she walks besides the perfect and graceful and charming Lord Earl Grey, the top of the unicorn elite, his greying mane not plain grey but silver delight as to be expected of an elite, not even clashing with his purple coat. The perfect couple. Beauty, grace and success. Sure there was an age gap, barely a decade, replacing an old wife to keep him company and secure both family names and fortunes in the grand plan of keeping the perfect breed of elite going.
All so very boring.
Except, as of now. Not so boring.
She’s not by his side right now, after all. Not mingling among the boring buffoons with their snoots so high up in the air they’ll drown instantly if the ceiling sprinklers went off.
To survive boring events and boring social gatherings day in and day out, a few lines must be broken. Just to keep her sanity intact.
That’s where he comes in.
Chocolate Tail. Well, how he introduced himself when sneaking into an event for high society. Waltzing in like he belonged, not even showing an invitation as everypony must to prove they were on the list.
The cheekiness and nerve of this unicorn, walking around like he owned the place, all the confidence of the world to pretend he was among his own. She saw straight through it, this stallion parading himself as he eyed everypony like a hungry vulture. Sizing up wallets and plots whenever nopony was looking. Or he thought nopony was looking.
She observed him. Nothing better to do, to keep herself sane among the constantly repeated routine of phrases and gestures, talks of politics and business before everything goes back to blank and then rinse and repeat.
She knew everypony at these events. Observed, named and labelled every single one for any sort of entertainment while the ponies around her would ramble on about absolutely uninteresting things which would never change anyway.
This pony didn’t belong. The way he presented himself, the way he moved, how he automatically mirrored the ponies he talked to, immediately getting into their good grace by the familiarity they felt from him and his instinctive copying of their little gestures and tones.
A fraud with painted coat. She had a chance later on to look closer for that. Indeed it was painted, the perfect brown tones of milky chocolate dyed to hide the true colour underneath unless you check the roots, even his cutiemark a fake. Which you had to get very close to do.
So very close.
He had most likely sensed one pony hadn’t fallen for his ruse. One pony watching him keenly.
One so very bored pony.
She hadn’t even planned to ever confront him. Whatever he was up to, let it be. Whatever schemes he planned against these elites so eager to fall for empty flatter deserved whatever he wanted from them. Most likely he didn’t wish to take chances, not knowing what her end game was, watching him so keenly.
She rarely strayed from her husband’s side, as he droned on about politics and business with other ponies of note and importance. It was never her interest, but any other group rarely talked about anything less boring.
She caught sight of him, leaving the crowds for the garden. What ponies would do when the stuffy room got too hot, just out for a bit of fresh, cool evening air. But this pony who usually played his act so perfectly was now showing his guards. Looking around to ensure nopony noticed as he slipped out.
This change in behaviour had her curiosity sparked.
Her husband barely registering her excuse as she left his side to investigate.
Of course it was all a trap, he had been as aware of her as she had been aware of him from the very start.
The outcome quite different than she ever expected.
Once they found themselves on same page after the confrontation, the offer was too good to pass up. She didn’t care about his scheme, whatever it was. Picking the pockets of the high society, some sort of vindication by proving a pony from the dirt could trick them all and never get caught.
All she wanted was to feel alive and deal with this terrible boredom.
He had a solution.
They had a deal
Author's Note
Another try at a simple clopfic. And as usual I end up with too much exposition and setting up. So, the actual smut will be in the second chapter, which hopefully will also be last.
Can't tag these character names for being too obscure, but all have been taken from the unicorn list on the MLP wiki, because I like to have fun with canon background characters.
Let me know what you think and the next chapter shall be up shortly.
Enjoy!
She had never felt more alive.
Even looking forward to these boring events and galas, made sure to never miss a single one. Could never know which one he would attend. Sometimes even with changed appearance and a different role depending on his scheme that evening.
Always with some time for her, no matter whom else he needed to swoon that evening.
Those little stolen moments kept her sane now, far better than her own games of labelling and memorizing everypony at the events.
These moments which would have the gravest consequences if ever caught. Her status and name dragged through the mud, herself with it. Chocolate Tail gone from her life the second such thing would happen, never looking back as he would leave her to rot. Maybe even use the commotion for some of his many schemes, short or long term.
She didn’t care.
Or maybe she did care. Yes.
The very danger of all this only made these moments so much sweeter. Their dirty little secret that could make her lose everything.
Never had she been with a stallion who could satisfy her so. Stolen moments of minutes, twenty minutes their record before forced to return to the party les she would be missed and looked for. Somehow he didn’t need more to leave her a shivering mess and then quickly have he restored again.
Of course the honour wasn’t all his. The danger, the filth, feeling so dirty and daring. Forced to be quiet with ponies on just the other side of the hedge or curtain or table or wherever they saw fit to sneak their little ‘encounters’. A few close calls, which had only made it so much better.
It had even improved her home life. Whenever waiting for the next event and encounter she could find herself so impatient. So wanting. Even her husband could do. Being with him while imagining her secret encounters with another stallion, a thief and fraud. Looking the old lord straight in the eyes as she rode him, knowing everything he did could not compare.
He confused it for love and passion for him.
His kindness and care in return was no source for complaint. After all, before she was nothing more but an accessory, given to him by her parents for an alliance between family lines.
The only problem was the growth in attention he showed her, making it riskier to sneak away for her secret meetings. A kiss on the cheek and a heated promise to be right back usually kept him from asking questions, as he tried to return his focus to the conversation while watching her saunter away. Excused with needing fresh air, powder her nose or other such random excuses.
Old fool.
If he only knew of the stallion who now held her close. The heated moment between her and a lower class unicorn pretending to be at home among the elite.
The quiet wet sounds between their lips, tongues dancing in a performance of dominance and submission with nothing else to shelter them but a loose curtain in an empty hallway.
Chocolate Tail, or whatever his real name was, showing her every bit of attention she never knew a stallion could. His hooves everywhere yet ever so careful to not disturb her perfectly setup hair. She had given up big dresses long ago, too much of a hassle to smooth out, too much noise of clothe when pushed around for access.
A decorative saddle was easy to adjust back into place and quite fitting the circumstances. Like a secret mockery to all who had no idea what was going on, quite literally, behind the curtain.
Her chocolate stallion brushing every bit of her exposed coat, making Midwinter Grace moan before giggling at his playful shush. Such a fun game, making noise and then shush. Sometimes they took great chances right by the party, other times just having childish fun in empty halls.
“I have an idea for tonight…” he whispered into her ear with that husky voice of his, as a hoof caressed the base of her tail, making it tingle. The tail already eagerly raised, so used to a short foreplay session before going straight to the fun part while they had the time.
“O-Oh…?” she moaned softly at his teasing hoof. Licking his lips with a wanting whine.
He leaned in to whisper more, her ear twitching at his words. A shiver running through her at the very suggestion. Was that even possible?
“And you can do that?” Midwinter asked in shock.
“All just Smokes and Mirrors.”
She was not sure what that meant, so much she didn’t know about him. She didn’t know his true name, not even his real cutiemark. Who knew what talents he held?
His continued whispers, promises and assuring had her knees go weak. The risk, the scandal, they could only be caught like that. This was no mere tiny event between a few elite, this was a grand gala only dwarfed by the Grand Galloping Gala itself.
Looking into his eyes, seeing that grin of his, understanding he was just as turned on by this idea of his as she was… she nodded with bright eyes. Yes. Oh yes.
Stepping back from each other she had to adjust her saddle and ensure her mane was still perfectly style as when she left the party. His hooves always careful with these details. They had to play this perfectly.
She heard that tingling of magic, looking around to see nopony. Chocolate Tail was gone.
Before she could call his name, she felt a nibble on her ear and a form pressing against her side. Turning her head she saw nothing. He really did it. He really could do such a thing.
He was no longer a faked dyed brown pony. He was now nothing, but the sensation of coat against coat with nothing catching the eye. She had never before met a pony who could master an invisibility spell like this.
“Ready when you are,” he whispered into her ear.
Yes.
Ready for a scandal.
Her legs trembling under her, as she turned to walk back towards the party.
Midwinter had only been gone for a few minutes, enough to powder her nose and return to her husband’s side nicely refreshed. Earl Grey wouldn’t even have had time to miss her.
If only he knew what he wouldn’t even realize to be witnessing.
Author's Note
Dangit, just more setup. I rather just cut these up into chapters than set it up in one big text, for some reason.
Next chapter WILL be the actual smut, I promise!!
This story turned out more story than expected despite trying to hold myself back.
Another boring Canterlot party, swimming with high elites as far the eye can see. Servants carrying trays of drinks and snacks, every need covered without doing more than a lazy hoof waving.
All so dull, all the same old same. Same faces, same dresses, same talks, same empty phrases.
Midwinter Grace had never been more excited.
Walking out in the open with all her poise and grace she was bred to carry, keeping herself in perfect control. All while feeling a tongue lapping at her ear teasingly. A tongue nopony could see, only she could feel and tell was there. A body so improperly close to hers, coat to coat as she could feel an occasional hoof touch here and there.
Knowing that if anypony could see this stallion inappropriately touching a married mare like this in public. Oh if they only knew. This fine stallion they let dance with their daughters while buying his horse apples about estates back in Fillydelphia but really a fraud with nothing to his name.
Oh the scandal.
She nearly lost her posture, tripping on her step just once but quickly gathering herself.
Reaching the table and her dear husband, the Lord Earl Grey himself, his eyes lit up at the sight of her return. Like he had truly missed his faithful, beautiful, young wife, despite only being gone for a few minutes. Still engaged in polite conversation with an associate of his she left him with, he stepped aside to ensure room for her by his side as always.
So thoughtful of him. More than plenty of room.
Getting into place she lost where the invisible Chocolate Tail went. No longer feeling him pressed up against her, possibly moving around until sure everypony was settled and it was safe to move in.
She already missed feeling his touch, feeling that body against her.
Standing by a table with the other high elites, their dull and boring conversations she only gave an occasional nod or empty phrase as reply to whatever empty comments or questions thrown her way. The minutes feeling like hours while her ears swirled around in hope to locate her scandalous lover.
Had Chocolate Tail left her to dry? Out of all his schemes, what was the end goal of this?
Having to fight the urge to look around and scan the room for what she knew she couldn’t see, she also fought down the despair and rage. This was no way part of the deal, if he th-
A surprised neigh escaped her at the sudden sensation of a tongue running up the back of her neck. Catching the attention of those near her, the confused eyes of her husband on her. Regaining her composure with plenty of practice from close cases of being caught with a stallion behind a bush at a fancy garden party. Her smile disarming her husband’s worry, excusing it with a sneeze. Of course those dreadful snobs already commenting to each on how unladylike that was, how they thought better of somepony of her standards. In that tone of pretend whisper while not caring about the volume and if the victim of their venom could hear them or not.
That was the best they could target her for? Ha.
If they only knew.
Gathering herself, Chocolate Tail was already gone again. She was now wise to his game. Let it be a challenge then.
Better prepared she kept the shock to herself once she felt that tongue again. Another surprise lick at her neck. Then one from her other side. He was teasing her, playing with her. Oh that delicious little devil.
A game of licks and nibbles, never knowing when or where the next would be. All while keeping her posture and polite conversation. Feeling his teeth brushing her neck, her back, her ear. All while surrounded by snobs so eager for scandals to destroy the elite with, yet so blind to what was going on right below their snooty little noses so high up in the air.
It made her shiver that more whenever she felt that tongue on sensitive parts of her body. He knew all her little zones from plenty of exploring. Making it a challenge to keep herself in check, to stay on her trembling hooves and make no unaccounted for noises.
Oh the sweet torture.
“Are you quite all right, my dear?”
The old fool asking the young mare, her smile in return ever so genuine. “Oh, I am quite fine, my love.”
That light blush on his cheek nearly made her laugh. That love and passion in her voice and eyes never meant for him, but he was lapping it all up. After all, what else could explain this young mare’s own reddening face and that passion and desire in her eyes as she looks into his.
“A-Are you sure?” he dared to ask. “You seem, erh, you seem a little hot.”
“Ah yes, Celestia’s Sun has set yet the warmth is still bathing us here in the early evening,” she mused out loud. As on cue, the fools around the table would start on their favoured subject. A little game of who can praise sunbutt more and prove their devotion through those ever so empty phrases and metaphors about the Radiant Sun Herself.
Enough distraction for her to gather herself once again. Although now feeling Earl Grey’s eyes still resting on his wife. Was he catching on? Simply worried for her health? Captured by her youth and beauty? Fantasying about her getting absolutely ravished by another, lower class stallion?
Her chuckling mistaken for agreeing on whatever joke the snobs around her spluttered out, forcing her dear husband to return his attention back to these dull conversations he was forced to partake in. He was the one with the business and property, she was just the pretty face by his side.
Awaiting Chocolate Tail’s next assault, Midwinter Grace was offered a glass by a servant passing by. Her horn lighting up to grab it, les she be questioned about not partaking in the offerings like every pony else. Not too much, not too little. Always perfect.
As she was about to sip whatever her glass held, she didn’t even bother to look at the content, the assault came, far more surprising than the rest.
A bold, firm lick up her horn while it was lit by the lilac aura of her magic. Eyes widening in shock at the unexpected sensation, the magic dispatched and the glass fell victim to gravity.
Just before it could hit the floor, a servant had rushed ahead and caught it by his own magic aura. Crisis averted - no broken glass of mess on the floor to clean up. But enough commotion to catch the attention of the ponies around.
“Dear, are you quite all right?” Earl Grey ask again, the genuine worry in his eyes making wish she could laugh into his face.
“Hitting the wine a bit hard,” was commented from those snobs around them, she didn’t care who. Not addressed directly to her, but in that pointless theater whisper meant to be heard by everypony.
“I say, it is a rather on the… hot side in here.” Hot all right. She felt a hoof somewhere quite indecent. Fighting back a shiver and gasp, looking her husband in the eye.
“I am fine, but maybe a better spot. I see the window over there is a bit ajar. That should be fine.”
Around a table, by a nice column holding one of those ridiculous flower arrangements. Space, a but cornered. She felt this might be needed soon, as she thought the urge to bite her lip, a brave battle to control her expression. Feeling that hoof exploring parts it knew so well, lips before kissed where it was more than just the darkness of their hidey-holes that kept from eye contact between the partner and herself.
“I-If you think so, dear. Excuse us.”
The old fool’s devotion, ready to rudely leave whatever conversation he was engaged in just to accommodate his beloved wife. Moving to the table further down, along those magnificent huge glass panels showing the darkening nightsky outside.
Dreadful ponies following them, apparently whatever they had been talking about had been ever so important to that business associate of his.
Midwinter couldn’t care less. Walking side by side Earl Grey, she felt Chocolate Tail follow. Pressed against her other side, pushing her to learn against her husband just slightly. The old fool eating it up as her needing that support and contact of her beloved.
As much as this whole dare was making things so very heated, both on her cheeks and… other parts… As much she loved the thrill and danger. Getting caught would mean an end to the fun as well.
Feeling touches to those parts, caressing of her lower lips felt like the first warning. She couldn’t even start to imagine how it would look to anypony standing behind her. Of course it was very much rude to as much as glance at a mare’s plot uninvited, but anypony noticing… It could be quite… dangerous. Such a thrilling danger.
She parted from her husband with a soft nuzzle to his neck, making the lord splutter and try keep his own composure at this surprising public display of affection. How bold and forward. So little it takes.
Stepping over to place herself by the window the soft breeze did help her fully realize how hot she felt. A fresh breeze, overpowering flowers, a wall to face her back towards. Yes, this was a safer position.
Perfect view to watch the business associate catching up and politely try and regain Lord Earl Grey’s attention back to himself for whatever important points they wished covered about whatever important blah de bla-
Her breath hitched, she froze on the spot. Shortly forgetting herself in the change of setting. Reminded once more by that bold tongue going up along the length of her horn. Chocolate Tail was far from done with her. Far from it.
Feeling his breath against the damp horn, feeling it cool both from his air and the breeze.
She had to continue to keep her perfect posture; smiling and pretend she cared about whatever was being talked about before. It seemed important enough to force her dear husband to move his loving attention from her to the other pony before him. Fine by her, she could watch.
Watch and feel.
Mhmm, feel as that tongue and nibbles began to move down her body. Down her neck, along her side. Teasing hooves rubbing and stroking her flank, as the ghost of an invisible stallion ever so improperly touched and teased her. She was forced to stay still, make no signs of what was truly going on.
Forcing to keep breathing through her nose in an even pace, feeling those hooves moving down to those lower lips once again.
She bit her inner cheek, feeling her face still hot as the teasing escalated. No rush, taking his time she felt those hooves circling her entrance, caressing their way so teasingly slow.
This was torture.
Their encounters heated and rushed, barely minutes to warm up, ravish and then clean up before rejoining the party. Now. Now Chocolate Tail could take all the time he wanted.
As if he needed to. She was perfectly aware of what his teasing so far had already accomplished. Could only hope the air by the window and the flower arrangement next to her could overpower the smell from her nethers.
She had never before felt this turned out. Maybe except the first time he took her. In a closet just down the hall from the party, she could barely hold down her wanting howls. Anypony walking by could have caught them right then and there, by the noise alone. Her first taste of the thrill.
Oh but this was a completely different league. She had learned, learned to be quiet as they became more and more daring where when and where. This was her greatest challenge yet. Not only to control her volume, but her posture and expression, her breathing, every single tingling part of her had to stay perfect and unassuming.
With everypony around within range to hear and see everything.
She was dripping, she could feel it run down one leg, her clit winking desperately for attention. She knew Chocolate Tail could see it from his position behind her. She could imagine him resting his back against the wall, just below the windowsill behind her. Just enough space for him to get comfortable as he got ready.
Her only warning was his hooves moving away, no longer circling her needy nethers. Then came his tongue, that devilish instrument of his, no more teasing around of only near touching.
In took all her self-control and practice to not scream, to not gasp, to drop over and rest on the table as she screamed for him to take her. No, she stood perfectly still, her smile frozen into a perfect mask, as that tongue dived in. Enough teasing, now he wanted a taste. Oh and what taste.
The table cloth she stood behind hiding her trembling knees. Oh sweet Celestia, bringer of the Sun, Radiance and Warmth, bless this tongue as it dug in as far as it could go. His lips pressed against hers, she felt her clit winking against his face, needing more. Oh so much more.
Nibbling, pulling, suckling, nothing left untreated by this vicious assault.
Oh sweet torture as she was forced to focus on controlling herself while assaulted by the sensation below and that sweet sweet shame from the act, oh sweet heavens above.
“My dear…”
Forcing herself to focus, Chocolate Tail not changing his pace one bit, she looked at her husband in her best attempt at a carefree and calm smile.
“Maybe we should head home, I worry-“
“You can’t keep avoiding the subject!” Whatever his face cut in. Oh yes, glorious fool, you son of a manure factory. Distract him, keep him talking about whatever it is.
“I-I am fine, my dear, just finish up… No need to be rude,” she managed, her breath hitching again as she felt her clit sucked into awaiting lips. Hidden by a lady like cough, where ever did she find the strength and talent for such acting skills?
Whatever is going on, it’s getting heated between the two.
Oh but nowhere as heated as between her loins right now. Oh Sweet Luna, Mother of the Moon, bless this mouth and its dirty, dirty host of a stallion!
Then he pulled back suddenly. Midwinter almost losing her composure then and there. No! Don’t stop, enough with the teas-
Oh Sweet Royal Sisters of Old.
She felt his hooves running up along her sides, she felt his weight loom over her back. Oh goodness, oh yes. The main course.
She doesn’t know if she could possibly keep herself in perfect posture like this, they are going to be caught for sure.
No time to think, no time to worry. She can feel him align himself and she’s doing nothing to stop him. Oh she needs this, she wants this.
She expected to be rammed into, to be ravished then and there, she needed it! But no, his entry is every so slow. Even she realize it is not to tease alone, but to keep up the act. Ramming her into the table, bending her over it as he makes her his bitch would quite frankly spoil the secret. Even now they must keep work in tact.
Breathing heavily out of her nostrils she wondered how much she’s showing by now. Her eyes rolling, her breathing barely controlled, her heated face as red as ever. Barely registering whatever is going on between the two stallions around the table. Oh right, she’s married to one of them, the dull grey one. Stuck in polite heated discussion with what his face, the dull dumb one. Getting quite the attention.
Chocolate Tail is quite observant, seeing this to be enough to take things further. Everypony focused on the two ever so politely snapping at each other.
She caught herself drool, every part of her trembling while doing her best to stay put. Don’t mind her, don’t pay the mare by the flower column any attention. As dull as boring as can be.
The thought hit her, how much she look like if seen from behind. Had her plot not be pointed towards a wall, had the wall been full glass panels and not needing a windowsill and some panels below. Nopony able to see the stallion on her back, as her nethers were ever so slowly split. Lips pressed apart, as his member ventured in further into her well explored depths.
Oh what she would give for surrounding mirrors to see that sight.
Ooooooh, sweetness, what she would give to be able to scream.
Not fully in, he pulled out again. His next entry deeper, a bit harder. Get the oil going, test the friction she can take while stay standing. She realized he is trembling too. He is as turned on, as needy for this. As held back by the fact they must not get caught.
Losing his composure, she felt him pressing in more, his thrusts getting fast but short. No deep in and out, can’t risk pushing her back and forth noticeably.
Being filled and feel his weight is plenty. Knowing the scandal this is, if anypony dared to pay any attention they would catch on. The thought alone making her tremble and tighten around the rod moving franticly inside her. Hearing his hard breathing right into her ear.
Whatever was going on before them had escalated. What His Face seemed to have lost his own composure, ponies are trying to lead him away as he shouts. She doesn’t know about what. Doesn’t care. He has all the attention on him, he can have it.
All she can see is Lord Earl Grey. Dumb, old, dull fool. He seems upset. Whatever is going on.
He looking straight at her. Straight into her eyes.
Yes, you old fool, look her in the eyes. Stare into her soul as another stallion is defiling her. A table between them; is it enough to hide the motions, the sweat and the raw scent of sex?
Confusion, worry, hesitation. His eyes so unsure. The old holding no imagination to even start and imagine what might be going on with his lovely little wife.
All he can see is that heated passion, the want, the need. He had seen it before, those times she would roll over in bed and suggest such… such things. Yet. Her eyes always felt so distant too, thinking to other places despite what they were doing in the here and now.
This passion, this need, is very much present now.
Midwinter Grace felt it, Chocolate Tail biting into her ear to muffle his own noises as he pump into her a few more last times. Feeling herself go over the edge, as she can feel the stallion beyond vision filling her up. Sweet filling, the hot sprays of his seed deep into her.
Somehow she kept herself under perfect control. No screaming, not panting for more, no drool hanging on endless strings from her mouth. Instead looking her husband dead in the eyes. Pushed over the edge, ravished by such a filth, right before her fool of a husband.
She had never before felt such ecstasy. Such a perfect calm and control over herself.
“De-Dear, I truly think we must take you home!” he finally speak up. Clearly picking the worry that she must be sick, unable to imagine even half of what is truly going on.
“Y-Yes…” Only able to murmur her reply, feeling Chocolate Tail pulling out of her ever so slowly.
“Go ahead and call forth the coach, dear.” Where she got the control back over her voice she got no idea. “I will be there shortly. Just give me a moment.”
He practically galloped out to do so, ever so worried to get his sweet wife back home safe.
Old fool.
Chocolate Tail had gotten off of her. She caught in the corner of her eye the table cloth moving in odd motions until she realized it was most likely him wiping off his rod. Maybe not so bad an idea. Her horn glowing as she discreetly did the same. Turning away to walk around the table, moving the cloth with her magic to wipe away what she could catch in the motion. Just to remove the worst as she trots along on weak legs.
Stopped in her tracks as she stands snout to snout with another stallion. A servant. One who had caught her dropped drink earlier. His eyes wide, pupils pin pricks. She saw the sweat from his temple, the redness of his cheeks.
Instead of horror she only felt that perfect calm still. Smiling, no, grinning at him. Making him step back with horror on his face. Horror and something more. She passed by him ever so close, feeling the shiver run through him.
“You saw nothing,” she said. A honest truth. There was nothing to see. She had no idea where Chocolate Tail went. He had his fill, she had her fill. Nothing more is needed from the two of them.
Leaving the servant in the dust, leaving it to him to hide his shame from the world as nopony could possibly believe anything he had to say to explain his growing hard-on.
Leaving was a daze. She doesn’t recall how the stroll through the main hall went, if anypony eyed her in any way. Could they tell? Or were they as unimagined as her husband?
Who could possibly care at this point?
As requested, her faithful husband had the coach waiting ready for her. Ever so gently helping her inside, as if he feared she could break at the slightest touch.
Inside the stuffy coach, she leaned against him as he eagerly offered her his support. He even fanned her to help cool her ‘fever’. She felt like laughing out loud, right into his face.
No.
She felt like… more.
Oh the shock on his face. His stammering confusion.
It was his turn now. These windows in the coach didn’t leave much to privacy. Unless one were to stay on the floor, kneeling and keeping their head down. They had plenty of time on the ride home. Let’s see if he could keep his voice and expression as even as she did this evening.
What could happen?
Think of the scandal to be caught with her husband of all ponies.
Author's Note
Aaaand last chapter!
This turned out more of a bigger project than planned. Meant to be a quick, smutty story, so I'm sure the rush shows in the writing as I just wanted to finish up.
It feels a bit like a mess. Could probably have planned it out a bit better instead of rushingly put up the first parts as chapters before it was even finished. Maybe been just fine without as much setup.
I don't write these things so often, so that's that.
I hope you did enjoy reading. Not my most polished work.
Was originally an idea for a naughty comic, all visuals with no text. But realized I would never be able to even start, less finish, an ambitious project like that I went the lazy route to try and write it instead. Just to get the idea out of my head.
Enjoy!
