Author's Note
Enjoy the short-ish smut fest. All I've got for ya for this fic.
Secret Rendezvous
The mare looked down both sides of the street. She couldn’t get caught. She’d been careful thus far, but there was no telling when a random pedestrian would be walking this late and see her. Not that just hiding her mane and tail under a cloak would help. They were both so long they poked out from under the hood and cape. Velvety pink. Only one mare in Canterlot mane and tail that color. Personal bodyguard of Fancy Pants, Miss Fleur dis Lis.
Many who knew her personally would swear up and down she was devoted to her employer, almost to the point of adoration of the stallion, and they would all understand why. Fancy Pants was the kindest, most caring stallion in the upper crust of society. He went to all charity galas, no matter how “insignificant” they seemed. Every event that would help “the little pony” had his stamp of approval, as well as his personage trotting amongst the “rabble” as the other upper crust called them. Always at his side, ever vigilant, was Fleur dis Lis. For good reason.
Five attempts on his life had influenced him into hiring a body guard. The body guard in question had been so incompetent, Fleur dis Lis had taken it upon herself to protect him. Since then, he hadn’t hired a new body guard. Not that he would tell anypony that Fleur was his bodyguard. No, to the public eye, Fleur was his companion, his consort, his lover, and his friend. During public functions, however, when many eyes were on him, Fleur become the Body Guard.
One other thing not many knew about Fleur dis Lis was her private life. And she kept it that way. Slipping into the unmarked building, Fleur accepted the mask she was given at the door and put it on. Keeping her face hidden while her horn remained free, her cloak would keep her mane and tail almost completely hidden. Following the door-stallion into a back room, she let him remove her cloak. “Welcome back, Miss dis Lis.” He said and she nodded as he pulled her mane back into a tight braid. Her tail was braided as well, before a new cloak was thrown over her.
She kept still as his magic fixed the clasps on the cloak around her forelegs and hind legs. Any other mare would be embarrassed at what the tight gown kept free. Her tail, tied in the braid, was then pulled up and tied tightly so it would remain up. Her rear and slit were exposed. This was necessary for what was going to happen tonight. She knew who was here and she wanted to impress. One stallion stood behind her for slightly too long and she lashed out with her left hind leg, kicking him in the side. The other stallion helped his associate to his hooves, berating him.
“Idiot, they aren’t for us. These mares belong to the Royals.” He said as a mare stepped up and hung a collar around Fleur’s neck. Four cutiemarks emblazoned the middle of it. Three Cutie Marks she recognized readily, a fourth she still couldn’t quite believe was now a Princess. “I apologize miss. He’s new.” The other stallion said and Fleur just nodded as the doors swung open. Immediately, she was struck with a scent that made her knees weak, but she was trained for this. Keeping her hooves under her, she walked forward, the doors closing behind her and locking the scent of magically enhanced aphrodisiacs inside with everyone.
A secret not many were privy too, becoming an Alicorn had some rather drastic changes on ones sexuality. It didn’t change ones sexuality completely. The youngest Princess was still attracted to Stallions. However, she had admitted recently to harboring feelings for two of her friends. This was the reason Fleur had been called tonight. Fleur’s special type of magic. Walking into the room, she walked passed many couples who were already in the throes of passion, heading for the room at the back. Only one other mare followed her. As Fleur reached the center of the room, she stopped. Even with her mask on, Princess Celestia could recognize her easily.
A lazy smile came to the Princess’ face as she waved Fleur over. Fleur approached slowly, walking straight to Celestia. “It is good to see someone as skilled as yourself here.” Celestia said and Fleur nodded. “I suppose it is not necessary to ask what you will do for us?” She asked and Fleur nodded again. Celestia smiled and rolled over onto her back, presenting herself to Fleur. The masked mare blushed as she looked at the other three princesses before she lowered her muzzle to Princess Celestia’s glistening mare heat. She’d already been mounted, but that didn’t bother Fleur any. She’d had her fair share of stallions since she’d begun coming here.
Celestia twitched slightly as Fleur went to work, her muzzle buried deep in the Princess’s well used honey pot. Fleur didn’t even flinch, her tongue going to work lapping up any errant cum the Princess’s snatch hadn’t already utilized. Out of the corner of her eye, Fleur could see Princess Luna approaching, a single stallion behind her. The Princesses were open during this particular event, but for one night only, Fleur was for the Princesses only. As Luna drew closer, Fleur saw a reason there were also mares coupling with them.
Princess Luna, the regent of the moon, was hung better than any stallion Fleur had ever seen. Raising her rear, Fleur barely flinched as Luna buried herself deep inside her own sopping mare heat. The sudden intrusion forced Fleur’s muzzle almost completely inside Celestia’s own snatch. Each thrust pushed Fleur harder into Celestia, each slow drag out pulled her back. The mare was certain if she were an Earth Pony rather than a unicorn, each thrust would come closer and closer to pushing her entire head into Celestia’s snatch. As it was, the only thing allowing her to breathe was the mask, its nostrils enchanted to seal shut if it were pushed under water, or into a tight environment.
Fleur worked Celestia into a quivering mess, the Princess so close to the edge the second Luna spent her seed inside Fleur and shoved the unicorn mare’s muzzle into her own sister again, Celestia cried out as she orgasmed around Fleur’s muzzle. As she felt Luna go flaccid, and flop out of her, she was almost immediately replaced by Princess Cadance. Even a married Princess still needed to relieve some pressure. Without having a moment to spare, Fleur was filled once again by Cadance.
Comparing the two, Cadance’s shaft was girthier, Luna’s was longer. Feeling herself stretched out by Cadance, Fleur could understand why her husband wouldn’t help her with these urges. Luna rested on her side, watching the display, while Princess Celestia wandered over to join Twilight Sparkle. Drinks were free, and Twilight was focused on two mares in particular. Fleur watched for a moment as Celestia joined them. Until Cadance’s magic lifted her and turned her to face Luna.
Lying on her side, Luna’s shaft was hard again. Blushing, Fleur opened her mouth and Cadance’s magic moved the two of them so that Luna’s shaft slid effortlessly down Fleur’s throat. Almost immediately, Fleur was lost to the pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head. Pinned between two Alicorns, Fleur’s mind was struggling to keep intact.
Four hours later, Fleur slowly regained consciousness. Her stomach was largely distended and she felt like she wouldn’t need to eat for weeks. Resting beside her was Princess Luna, her now flaccid shaft still buried between Fleur’s thighs. At their heads, Princess Twilight was just as unconscious, but Fleur knew how she could wake the youngest of the four. A gentle lick was all it would take. Smiling to herself, she looked around the room and realized she was in Canterlot Castle, in Princess Luna’s bedroom. “Ah, I see you’re awake.” A voice said from the foot of the bed.
Looking over her shoulder, Fleur flushed crimson and scrambled to free herself from Luna’s grasp, tumbling off of the bed. “Fancy Pants... I... I’m uh... I’m so...”
“Nonsense my dear. I understand completely. Princess Celestia explained the situation to me. It is a private gathering where all, well, almost all, participants are kept secret. I do not blame you for wishing to take part.” He said and Fleur blushed as she stood up. “So, do you believe you got what you desired?” he asked and she nodded slowly. “Excellent. I want you to know I am not upset. I know how much you wish to become a parent and as you know I cannot provide. So I do not blame you for seeking out someone you knew would guarantee your wish to come true.”
“Thank you, Fancy Pants. Ah...”
“You may have leave to tend to your circumstance. All I ask is that I am named God Father of the little filly or colt.” He said with a smile and Fleur nodded.
“Of course sir.” She said, smiling back.