On Her Majesty's Special Service
Filigree Feather slumped in his chair. His posture, something which he typically took great pride in, was looking awful questionable as he waited to be called into Princess Cadance's throne room. His etiquette instructor would have certainly had something to say about it, but thankfully she was nowhere to be found, although her presence would have been greatly appreciated otherwise. She had a way of calming Filigree's nerves that practically nopony could duplicate.
A calming of the nerves was exactly what Filigree needed right about now. He usually had a placid demeanor, as was expected of the stallions that worked as Princess Cadance's personal maid staff. She and her family preferred those on their staff to exude an aura of peace and calmness in case they were feeling particularly frazzled and needed somepony to help them level their emotions out, and Filigree liked to think he was fairly adept at that. At the same time, he was certain that nopony who found themselves in his position could possibly stay calm. It wasn't every day that a member of the staff was personally summoned to see Princess Cadance, and while she tended to be a kind and benevolent ruler, an irrational part of his brain couldn't help but be intimidated by her from time to time. She was just so...powerful. Her presence was simply bursting with confidence and power, even if she didn't intend for that to be the case. He had never been called for a one-on-one meeting with the Princess, and while he hoped that the intent of the meeting was positive, he couldn't help but worry that it was the exact opposite, even though he couldn't think of a single thing he'd done any time recently that would require discipline. Discipline wasn't a common thing with Princess Cadance either, but he fully accepted that his mind wasn't working in a completely rational manner.
"Philly!"
Filigree's ears perked. Only one pony called him Philly, and hearing her approach was more than enough to mostly calm his nerves. Princess Flurry Heart was such a sweetheart to him every time they interacted, and they interacted a lot more than Filigree ever would have expected. She was always more than happy to talk to the staff, but she often seemed to favor him over the rest of his coworkers, to the point where he could almost consider her a true friend. He didn't want to overstep his boundaries, though. In the end, she was royalty and he was a simple maid, not to mention the age difference. She was very sweet and quite affectionate, but she was a teenage princess with her own equally important friends, and Filigree couldn't possibly fool himself into thinking that he was anything more than a friendly maid to her. Of course, that didn't stop him from being sweet and affectionate right back.
"Hello, Princess Flurry," Filigree said with a smile, careful not to match her exuberance. Maids were supposed to be mild-mannered, and he wasn't looking to stray from that ideal. It only took a moment for his brain to register that Flurry was coming in for one of her patented hug tackles, and he held his forelegs out to accept it. Sure enough, he was quickly surrounded in pink, those forelegs and especially those huge, fluffy wings wrapped caringly around him. Those wings were really something else. She had shown him her foal pictures one day, and her wings had been huge in proportion to the rest of her even then. Now, one could likely get lost in them.
"Hi Philly!" Flurry cooed, engulfing him in feathers and nuzzling his cheek. "What's up? Why are you sitting outside Mom's throne room? You're usually working so hard at this time!"
"Heh...I wish I could tell you why, Princess Flurry," Filigree responded, letting out a soft sigh as he hugged the teenage princess. Touching royalty without permission was a no-no, but he figured that if she was the one to initiate contact, then it was alright. "Your mom called for me, but I don't know why. I'm just hoping I didn't do anything wrong."
"I doubt you did anything wrong, Philly," Flurry giggled, giving him a little squeeze with both forelegs and wings. She let go of him with the former, but kept him wrapped in the latter. "You're so nice! How could you have done anything wrong? It must be something good you're being called for. And please, like I always say, just call me Flurry." Her honeyed words made Filigree's chest swell, and looking into the sweet young thing's eyes didn't help matters.
Filigree knew that Flurry was only a teenager, but he still couldn't deny her beauty. She exuded loveliness from every pore, from those pretty eyes right down to her form. He tried not to concentrate on her form too much, but it was lovely nonetheless. There was no chance in Tartarus that he would ever act upon his occasionally-lewd thoughts towards her, being as he wasn't keen on the idea of spending the rest of his life in a jail cell, but he was certain that she would have no problem at all finding a suitor with her stunning looks. It was utterly wrong to think of her in a lewd way, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy small, faux-intimate like this with her, just looking into each other's eyes while those tremendous wings all but shut him out from the rest of the world. As long as their interactions remained innocent, they were fine, and luckily he didn't have any intentions of making them any less innocent. Even when she nudged her face forward and giggled playfully, he made sure to pull back a little as well. Touching noses was a little too close to something inappropriate.
"Thank you, Pr-" Filigree started, before correcting himself. "Flurry. That's very nice of you to say. And I hope you're right."
"I know I'm right," Flurry responded. One of those baby blue eyes gave a wink, and Filigree was quick to realize that there was some manner of meaning behind it, even though he wasn't about to say anything. She probably knew exactly what her mom was calling him for, that coy little lady. She and her parents were very close, after all. Still, he opted not to say anything about it. Calling out a princess, even one whom he had this kind of gentle relationship with, wasn't something that a maid was meant to do.
"Thank you for helping me calm my nerves, Flurry," Filigree said. Out of instinct, he began to bow his head, and then find himself blushing heavily as his nose pressed against the smaller pink one in front of it. "Oh! I'm terribly sorry, Princess..."
"It's fine, Philly," Flurry responded with a giggle, making him blush even brighter as she rubbed her nose against his. "You're fine." And then she pulled back, finally releasing him from his feathery incarceration. Filigree almost...no, not almost. He did miss being wrapped in those wings. But he pushed that thought out of his head. He wasn't about to ask a princess of any age, let alone a teenager like Flurry Heart, to embrace him as such. Requests like that were simply improper for a pony of his standing.
"Thank you, Flurry," Filigree replied, smiling warmly to the princess. He felt so at ease around her. Suddenly, he felt her forelegs on him again.
"Can I sit on your lap?" Flurry asked.
Filigree froze. That was definitely outside of the unspoken boundaries that a maid and an adult princess were to have, let alone a 14 year old princess. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn she was flirting with him. Letting this happen would look and be so wrong, but how could he say no to her? Even ignoring how fond they were of each other, he wasn't supposed to deny a request from a member of the royal family. He felt Flurry lift off of the ground, shifting positions so she could perch herself atop him. He had to decide what to do quick.
"Filigree Feather? Princess Cadance will see you now."
Filigree wasn't sure whether he was more relieved or disappointed as Flurry landed back on the ground with all four hooves. A tiny part of him, one that he didn't want to indulge lest he get in the greatest trouble of his entire life, had been hoping for her to plunk herself down. As comfy as having her on his lap might have been, though, he was really better off this way.
"Aw..." Flurry whined, giving Filigree a playful pout. "Maybe when you're done talking to mom?"
"We'll see," Filigree said, making sure to be noncommittal as he pulled himself to his hooves, even as that little part of him wished to accept without question. "If I still have a job after this..."
"Oh, you'll be fine, Philly!" Flurry insisted. "Who knows? Maybe you'll be in an even better position when you're done!" Filigree couldn't help but notice a tiny glint in Flurry's eye as she sat in the chair he'd just vacated. She absolutely knew something. Maybe he was getting a promotion?
"I hope you're right," Filigree said, giving her a warm smile even as he headed towards the door. "I'll talk to you when I come out, okay?"
"Ooookay!" Flurry sang, giving him a cute little wave. Filigree sighed happily to himself. She was always able to make him feel more at ease. If only she was older...and not part of the family that employed him.
The large, ornate throne room doors closed behind Filigree once he was inside, and the timid maid found himself becoming even more timid as he looked across the room to the powerful princess in front of him. Even through her gentle smile, strength and glory oozed from every pore. It was unlikely that she would hurt anypony unless they were a threat to herself or her ponies, but that didn't stop him from wanting to flee the room. Not that he would, of course.
"Filigree Feather," Cadance spoke, her tone more motherly than anything else. "It's a pleasure to see you. Please, step forward."
Despite his nervousness, Filigree stepped forward instantly, not wanting to disobey a direct order. He made his way towards the throne, thanking his training for allowing him to suppress the trembling that his body was trying to force out of him. He quickly bowed one he was close enough, obediently prostrating himself before his princess.
"It's always a pleasure to see you, my princess," Filigree said, bowing as deeply as the physical restraints of his skeleton would allow. His ears perked at the melodic giggle of the princess danced through them.
"Thank you, Filigree," Cadance said."You may stand. We have important business to discuss."
Despite Flurry's playful hinting towards a positive outcome from this meeting, the words "important business" still sent a shiver down Filigree's spine as he pulled himself to a proper standing position. Although his posture would not betray him, his mouth did not appear to be in on that plan.
"I hope I haven't done anything to upset you, Princess," Filigree said, mentally cringing at his outburst. Thankfully, Cadance's giggle indicated that it didn't bother her in the least.
"Not at all," Cadance said, her tri-colored mane bouncing lightly as she shook her head. "In fact, it's quite the opposite."
A raising of the eyebrows was the most visible tell of Filigree's reaction. Flurry hadn't been bluffing. Not that he had really expected her to be; she was quite the honest type as far as he knew.
"That is wonderful to hear, Princess," Filigree said, his calmness beginning to level out now that he knew he wasn't in trouble.
"Mm," Cadance said. There was something behind her smile, but Filigree couldn't quite place it. "So before I go on, I want to tell you that you've been doing an excellent job on my maid staff, and I value your work greatly." She shifted positions, seeming to eye Filigree up and down in such a way that, were she not wed to Shining Armor, might have made him wonder. "However, it would appear that your services are needed elsewhere."
"Elsewhere?" Filigree asked, trying to keep his composure. Working for royalty was the highest aspiration of a pony in his area of employment. Being sent to work elsewhere...it was the farthest from anything he could have wanted.
"I can tell I've worried you," Cadance said, smiling serenely.
"You can?" Filigree asked, feeling foolish immediately for questioning royalty.
"You've worked with me for some time now, Filigree," Cadance told him. "I like to think I've gotten to know you, which makes what I'm going to say that much easier. And no, I don't intend to send you away. In fact, you'd be even closer than you are now."
That last part confused Filigree, and he opened his mouth to question it, but a raise of Cadance's hoof reminded him of his place, and he remained silent.
"As you may know," Cadance said, "My little filly isn't quite so little anymore." She gave a light, forlorn sigh before continuing. "It feels like just days ago that Flurry was squirming in her crib and playing with her Whammy."
"Time passes terribly fast, Princess," Filigree offered. Once again, a wave of the hoof silenced him.
"I do miss her being so young," Cadance continued. "But she's grown into a lovely young lady, don't you think?"
"She certainly has," Filigree agreed. Visions of her began to pass through his head; primarily of her gentle eyes and pretty smile, although the occasional thought that would have gotten him in too much trouble to dwell on wormed its way through. Cadance's smile grew as her daughter was complimented.
"Thank you," Cadance said. "Now, she's reached the age I was when I chose my dear Shining Armor as my consort, and as such, she's thought about it and chosen a suitor to be with and eventually wed once she's come of age."
A mixture of emotions slammed into Filigree's mind, each one conflicting with the others. For one, it was nice to hear that Flurry had found somepony she cared that much for. At the same time, there was another feeling in there, one which threw him for a loop. The tiniest twang of jealousy had reared its head inside his mind. Flurry was always so cuddly and affectionate with him. Would that change now that she had apparently chosen a consort? He would miss those hugs and playful nuzzles, even though he couldn't admit that to anypony. And through all of this, he found himself confused. What did any of this have to do with the new position he was receiving?
"I see," Filigree responded; a rare lie from the typically-honest stallion. "So...where do I come in? Am I to be her consort's bodyguard?" In what seemed to be a recurring instance, Filigree found himself confused at the Princess's reaction as she giggled quietly.
"Not exactly, Filigree," Cadance said, her radiant smile practically bathing him in a phantom light. "You see, Flurry Heart has chosen you."
Filigree's jaw dropped, and for a good few moments he feared he would never be able to restore it to its proper position.
"Me?!" Filigree exclaimed. "Are...are you certain, Princess?"
"Absolutely certain," Cadance replied. She couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the stallion's response. "Surprised? You shouldn't be. Flurry has been talking to me and Shining about how much she likes you for a long while now."
Even though he knew Cadance would not lie to him about something so important, Filigree was still having trouble taking this news in. It flattered him to no end, but that didn't make it any easier to believe. Plus, there were the obvious issues...
"But...she didn't want somepony her age?" Filigree asked. "And...isn't that kind of thing still illegal?" The giggle that he got in response was not the kind of reaction he'd expected to get.
"The answers to both of those questions are much closer related than you'd probably expect," Cadance told him. Not waiting for a response outside of his confused gaze, she continued. "You see, yes, it is illegal for an adult and a minor to be in that manner of relationship. However, my Flurry is absolutely certain about all of this, and even when I brought this up to her, she was insistent on how much she wanted you to be her consort and eventual prince. I want to give my daughter everything she could ever want, so I came up with a solution."
"What solution?" Filigree asked. He was responding mostly on autopilot at this point, mind racing with everything he had just heard.
"It's quite simple, really," Cadance told him. "There are laws against an adult loving a minor, but no laws against a minor loving a minor, so the easiest solution is to cast an age spell and regress you to her age."
Every single non-vital function in Filigree's mind seemed to shut down. Somehow, he did not faint, although his knees seemed just about ready to give out on him.
"I see you're a bit surprised by this," Cadance said, perfectly aware of how much of an understatement this was. "I will let you know that Shining and I are completely on board with this idea, so you don't have to worry about us being opposed to you dating and eventually marrying Flurry. Does that help?"
She was serious about this. She was 100% serious about this. She intended to turn him back into a teenager so he could be Flurry's consort. Filigree truly did care for Flurry and wanted to see her happy, but he hadn't expected this in the least. His brain was utterly conflicted over it, and while the part of it that remained unsure was currently dominating, he couldn't help but acknowledge the part of his brain that was intrigued by the idea. Intrigued, but still not entirely convinced. But how could he deny a Princess?
"Is...is this an order?" Filigree asked. He knew the instant the words came out of his mouth that asking them was a mistake. The darkening of Cadance's expression made that more than clear.
"Filigree Feather," Cadance spoke evenly. "Of course it isn't an order. I may be your Princess and you may be under my employ, but I am the Princess of Love. if it was an order, you would be obligated to comply, but I would never make an order of a thing like love. I am giving you an offer to give up your life as a maid and restart as a teenager and as the royal consort of my beloved daughter. If you do not wish to accept, then that is your choice. I've prepared Flurry for that possibility, and your job is not at risk if you refuse. I'm simply giving you the option to make my daughter happy and become her prince. Have I made myself clear?"
Not once had she raised her voice. Not once had she made any manner of threat towards his person or his employment. But still, Filigree felt every bit of power and confidence behind Cadance's statement. He still felt his place beneath that mare, who was able to effortlessly assert her place over him.
"Y-yes, Princess," Filigree responded, bowing deeply as his stutter brought him that much more shame. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright," Cadance said, her smile beginning to return. "I forgive you. Now, what is your choice? Will you allow me to regress you and accept your place as my daughter's consort?"
It was so strange, being offered a choice. Filigree was used to orders and commands from mares, even if they were delivered gently in Cadance's case. He remained silent as he thought things over. Flurry was a wonderful pony, one who he always felt at ease around. She was a sweet, caring soul, and he always enjoyed his little moments with her like the one he'd had before he came in for his meeting with Cadance. Even when she got borderline flirty with him, he couldn't help but admit to himself that he enjoyed it, and he also couldn't help but admit how pretty she was. Those were both things he had previously wished he could deny due to the age difference, but it seemed that the age difference wouldn't be an issue anymore. There would no longer be anything holding the two of them back from being as close as they liked, and it certainly seemed like Flurry wanted him close to her.
Filigree realized quite quickly that his mind was made up. Being Flurry's consort and eventual prince sounded like a dream come true. But he knew that he couldn't come off that strongly in his response. The stronger he came off, the more it would look like he was lusting after her already, and that had the strong possibility of coming off awkward. He had to be tactful about his answer and agree to the terms without looking too desperate. Thankfully, his etiquette coach had taught him well, even though it might not have been for this exact situation.
"If it will make Flurry happy," Filigree started, smiling calmly. "I accept your offer." He nodded to himself, satisfied with how he had handled things. That satisfaction was paused by the sound of Cadance's giggle.
"You don't have to play coy," Cadance told him, shaking her head.
"What do you mean?" Filigree asked. His heart was racing now, partially out of eagerness towards his new situation and partially due to the peculiarity of the Princess's comment.
"Again, Filigree, I'm the Princess of Love," Cadance said. "I know you've felt strongly about my daughter for a bit now. Knowing that was a bit awkward, but I never said anything because I know you wouldn't do anything untoward. So please, tell me your real feelings about this."
She was a smart one, that Princess, and Filigree felt that he should have known that she would be aware of his feelings. The words came out far more easily than he could have expected.
"I'm very fond of Flurry, Princess," Filigree told her, already conscious of a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest as he said the words out loud. "I'm honored that she would choose me for her consort, and I promise to treat her as well as she deserves to be treated for the rest of my days."
The smile on Cadance's face was the most radiant he'd ever seen, truly a thing of awe. She gave a demure nod, lighting her horn without another word. Filigree felt her magic wrap around him, lifting him off of his hooves and suspending him a few feet off the ground. The bizarre feeling of body alteration overwhelmed his senses. Limbs began to shrink, bones and muscles painlessly shifted, and lingering aches faded as Cadance worked her magic on him. Years ticked away at the drop of a hat as the transformation took place, every bit of it feeling like an odd, fuzzy relief to the ensorceled stallion, as if those years were being gently massaged out of him. After an immeasurable amount of time, one that Filigree barely wanted to end, the stallion- turned-colt was placed back on the floor. His eyes opened after a few moments, and he found himself staring into a mirror that had been levitated in front of him. Sure enough, he was staring at himself as a teenage colt once more. He waved a hoof in front of his visage, as if unbelieving in the reality that was staring back at him.
"What a handsome young colt," Cadance cooed. "Perfect for my Flurry Heart."
Filigree leaned past the mirror to look at the one who had restored his youth. He was quite adept at interpreting facial expressions, and even though she continued to exude confidence, Filigree could sense a bit of exhaustion behind that facade; the first time he had ever seen anything even remotely like that on his Princess's face. The powerful magic had clearly taken a bit out of her. He decided not to bring this up to her. It simply wasn't his place to do so.
"That was amazing..." Filigree mused. His voice matched his new body, and it nearly made him cringe to hear that slight crack of puberty in his voice once more. It hadn't faded until he was 17 the first time around, so he had that to look forward to for a bit.
"Thank you," Cadance said with a grin. "Flurry's no longer too young for you, Filigree. In fact, just for a bit of fun, I've returned you to the age of 13 instead, so now Flurry is actually the older of you two." She gave him a playful wink. "Look at the young boy, scoring an older filly. Well done."
Filigree couldn't help but blush at Cadance's playful teasing. There was just something so embarrassing about the filly who used to be half his age now being older than him. Truthfully, though, it didn't matter that much to him. It was sure to be a teasing point for Flurry and Cadance to hold over him, but he could easily get through it. He had a nice, long life by Flurry's side to look forward to.
"Thank you, Princess," Filigree responded. His voice cracked once more, but he did his best to ignore it. He watched in surprise as Cadance got up from her throne and walked up to him. She had been an inch or two taller than him when he was an adult, but now she had a good foot or so on him, and he felt dwarfed next to her majesty. His surprise grew when she pulled him into a hug.
"Oh, sweetie," Cadance said, little bits of joy emanating through those words. "You're betrothed to my daughter now. Call me Mom."
Had Cadance been able to see Filigree's face, she surely would have noticed the intense blush on his cheeks. Cadance had been his...boss, for lack of a better word...for years now. Having this relationship change so drastically and suddenly was a jarring change, although he had to admit that it was one he approved of. Cadance truly loved her daughter more than anything, and she was practically radiating love from the knowledge that he was willing to give up the life he'd been living to start a new one with Flurry.
"A-alright...Mom," Filigree responded, eliciting another giggle and squeeze from Cadance before she let go of him.
"Go on now, young man," Cadance said with a wink. "I believe your princess is waiting for you."
Filigree didn't need to be told twice. He immediately turned tail to exit the throne room, but a sudden thought stopped his departure and caused him to turn back.
"Um...Pri–...I mean, Mom?" Filigree asked. "What would you have done if I said no?"
"Oh, sweetheart," Cadance cooed. "That was never an issue. I knew you would say yes."
Filigree couldn't help a shy smile as he left the throne room. In the end, she was right. The idea of saying no to an offer like that, one that would make that beautiful filly so happy, seemed inconceivable.
"Philly!!"
Speaking of that beautiful filly, she was currently rocketing towards him at breakneck speeds. No longer possessing the size advantage that he used to–even finding himself about an inch or two shorter than her in the brief moment that he had to think about it–he was no longer able to stay standing through one of her tacklehugs, and quickly found himself falling into his back. Flurry landed directly on top of him and was quick to envelop him in forelegs and feathers. He had already felt almost completely surrounded by those wings when he was still an adult; now he felt tiny in that lovely feathery embrace.
"You said yes!" Flurry shouted, holding him close to her. "You really said yes!!" Filigree managed to pull away from her a bit, just enough to get a look at her face. She had always been pretty, but she seemed even more so now as he stared into the eyes of what he could now call his future wife. She was the picture of perfection to Filigree as his heart began to race.
"Of course I did, Flurry," Filigree responded. A little tear was forming in the corner of one of her eyes, and he reached to wipe it away. "How could I say no to the idea of eventually marrying the most wonderful filly in the entire world?"
Filigree was glad that he had been able to finish his sentence quickly, because the presence of pale pink lips pressed against his own would have made it difficult to enunciate properly. Flurry stealing their first kiss was like the most pleasant electric shock imaginable, and he was more than happy to submit to her desires and kiss back. Those giant wings caressed him lovingly as she kissed her love, surprising him as the tips began to tickle and explore all over his body. He could feel his body start to respond to the simulation, but before things could go any further, he felt his princess stop and pull away. Confused by the sudden halt, he opened his eyes, only to notice Flurry staring at a small group of ponies. The group seemed quite interested in watching this display, and Filigree could feel his cheeks glowing red.
"Maybe we should go somewhere else," Flurry said, grinning so brightly that Filigree could almost swear she liked the idea of ponies watching them. He shivered lightly as Flurry leaned in and whispered into his ear.
"C'mon, let's go to my room."
Filigree had seen Flurry's room quite a few times in the past. As a member of the maid staff, it was his duty to keep things clean, and while Flurry tended to be quite neat, his services were still called upon in there from time to time. The entire room was bathed in a very feminine pink and purple combination, with the only outlier being a poster for a well-known metal band. The thought of sweet little Flurry being into death metal always entertained Filigree, but as the two entered her room this time, it was possibly the last thing on his mind. Filigree had seen Flurry's room a number of times as a maid. Being practically dragged into it as Flurry's consort was a completely different story. It was safe to say that Sepontura was far, far from his mind.
"Safe from prying eyes," Flurry said with a smile as she closed the door. She waved a hoof towards the plush bedspread. "Make yourself comfy!"
Filigree was still having trouble believing that this wasn't a dream as he had himself a seat on Flurry's bed. It was exactly as soft and comfortable as it looked, and his comfort only increased as Flurry sat next to him, wrapping him in the comforts of her wing as she leaned up nice and close. He let his head fall down onto her shoulder, reveling in the comfort as she held her new beau. He wanted to stay silent and just enjoy the moment, but a question kept springing to mind, one whose answer he needed to know.
"Flurry?"
The princess turned her head to meet his gaze, and as he looked up into that beautiful visage, he quickly found that words were much harder than he remembered.
"Yes, Philly?" Flurry asked, batting those long eyelashes of hers and weakening his resolve that much more.
"I..." Filigree started. It took a bit of effort before he could continue. "I was wondering...why me? I'm incredibly happy that you chose me, but why?"
"Because you're you," Flurry responded. The answer came without hesitation; as if she'd known it for her entire life. "You're always so sweet and kind to me, you were never scared to talk to me even though I'm a princess...you always made me feel so happy, and I've never felt more connected to a pony than I do with you. I'm a princess who has so many ponies at her command, but nopony is better than you at making me feel like I'm something special." She leaned in and gave Filigree a kiss on the cheek. "And it doesn't hurt that you've got a hot butt." Filigree let out a soft nicker as he felt Flurry begin to nuzzle at his neck, his heart warmed by the genuine sentimentality.
"Thank you, Flurry," Filigree said, stretching his neck to give Flurry more space to nuzzle.
"Of course," Flurry replied with a happy sigh. "Honestly, I'm surprised you said yes."
"You are?" Filigree asked, raising a brow towards her. "Why?"
"Well...you had to give up the whole life you were living to be with me," Flurry explained. "You already experienced so much, already got through your teenage years and everything, and I wasn't sure you'd be willing to live them all again just to be with me." This time, it was Filigree's turn to speak without hesitation.
"I might have been through my teenage years already," Filigree answered. "But I'm pretty sure I'll have a lot more fun the second time around now that I'll be by your side."
Filigree always believed himself to be rather decent at verbalizing his thoughts, and those beliefs were given that much more credence as he was swept up into Flurry's forelegs and reintroduced to her soft lips. The colt melted like putty into Flurry's hold, delighted to reciprocate her affections. The gentle lapping of Flurry's tongue at his lips surprised him, but he was quick to part them and allow it entrance. Flurry was the daughter of the Princess of Love. Of course she had to know what making out was. Even so, it was obvious to Filigree that she was inexperienced in actually performing the act. Not that he was some kind of expert, but he had kissed a mare or two in his previous life. Even though her technique was uncertain, Flurry's enthusiasm more than made up for it as the two teenagers made out on her bed.
It was a good while before Flurry finally pulled away, panting softly and smiling brightly. Filigree's smile matched hers, and at that moment he quickly realized two things. First, he was holding Flurry's hoof. He wasn't sure when that had happened, but he was quite happy for it. Even the smallest bit of contact with her was heavenly. The second thing he noticed–something else he was sure Flurry had noticed as well, if the trajectory of her gaze was any indication–was that the whole ordeal had left him rather aroused. His shaft had long since peeked out of his sheath, and was now standing proudly at attention. It seemed smaller than usual to him, but to be fair, everything about him was smaller than usual now.
"Looks like somepony liked that..." Flurry teased. Her unoccupied hoof reached out, its tip just barely grazing the underside of his shaft. Even that little touch was enough to make Filigree shiver with delight.
"Aww, it's that sensitive?" Flurry cooed, leaning a bit closer. Before Filigree could even respond, she began stroking it up and down in a gentle, almost hypnotizing rhythm. Filigree was starting to lose his mind already from the sheer pleasure of the act. A mere ten minutes ago, he would have never anticipated anything like this happening. Flurry was still the sweet, mostly innocent young lady that he'd unwillingly fallen for, but was forbidden by both law and social standing from ever touching. And now here she was, older than him and giving him one of the best hoofjobs he'd ever had.
"H...how are you so good at this?" Filigree managed to choke out.
"Practice," Flurry said with a smile. She quickly realized how that came out and blushed. "N-not on other ponies...just, you know, pretending o-on toys and stuff. That sounds weird, doesn't it?"
Filigree wasn't used to seeing this kind of vulnerability from Flurry. She always gave off the same air of confidence that her mother did, the kind of self-assured demeanor that was expected of a mare of her stature. Seeing this side of her was new and different, and it only made him that much more attracted to his future wife.
"It's fine," Filigree said, giving her a warm smile as she continued to stroke him. "So...this is your first time doing anything like this with a colt?"
"Yup," Flurry replied. Her confidence seemed to be slowly returning. "Is this your first time with a filly?"
"Well..." Filigree started. "To be honest...I was with a mare once." He caught the slight look of disappointment on Flurry's face and smiled gently. "But that was in the past. And technically, that happened to me when I was 18, so it's almost like it never happened now, isn't it?" The joy in his heart when he saw Flurry's smile return was immeasurable.
"I guess so, yeah," Flurry said with a giggle. "Now the little 13 year old colt's got an oooolder filly to play with." The playfulness of that line made him shiver and quelled his confusion as she pulled her hoof away from his shaft. Before he could question it, his tongue hung out of his mouth as he felt the soft embrace of her feathers around his stallionhood. Those huge wings never ceased to amaze him. He wasn't even aware that a wing could be dextrous enough to do something like this, but as those wonderful wingtip feathers moved up and down his shaft, he found himself gaining a brand new appreciation for them. He started to move his hips lightly along with the rhythm, cute little moans escaping from his lips.
"Wow...you really like that, don't you?" Flurry asked, squirming a bit as her own arousal made it harder to concentrate. Her scent began to permeate the air, only serving to delight Filigree further. "Well, you'd better not make a mess of my feathers, Philly. If you can hold out for a full minute, I've got somewhere else you can put that thing."
The daughter of the Princess of Love. Of course she had picked up on seduction somewhere. Her mom probably taught her all about it in preparation for today. But where she learned it wasn't of any importance. The most important thing right now was to hold out for a solid minute as those soft feathers enveloped his member and rubbed every inch of it. Filigree bit his lip, trying to withstand the pleasurable assault as Flurry worked his shaft with an expertise that seemed far beyond her years. Whatever she was practicing with, practice certainly seemed to make perfect.
"Only thirty seconds left, Philly," Flurry purred, bringing her other wing to join in on the action. "You can do it!" Her words were cheerful and encouraging, but that didn't stop him from doubting his ability to go the distance, especially now that both wings were working him. He had to hold out, though. There was no way he could live down the embarrassment of being unable to show a proper display of stamina. He tried to look away and focus on something else, but then he felt Flurry's magic gently turning his head back, and he quickly found himself face to face with his betrothed. He stared straight into those baby blue eyes, eyes which were filled with lust for the stallion she'd chosen to be hers and hers alone. She blew him a little kiss as she worked him, and it took so much willpower to hold himself back. His breathing became hollow and he could feel the pressure starting to build, but he fought it back as best as he could, for now more than ever, he couldn't disobey and disappoint his princess.
"Time's up!" Flurry suddenly exclaimed. The feathers slid off of Filigree's shaft, and he wasn't sure whether he was relieved or disappointed to be free of them. He took a number of breaths to calm himself down, all the while never breaking eye contact with the filly he adored.
"Hey Philly?" Flurry asked.
"Yes, Flurry?" Filigree responded.
"Now can I sit on your lap?"
Filigree's gaze finally left Flurry's eyes, traveling down her body to try and get his first real look at that part of her. Flurry was more than happy to assist in this venture, placing a hoof on his chest and gently pushing him back before getting off of the bed. The princess did a slow turn, showing off that form that Filigree had always worked to not think about when he was older. She gave the colt a look over her shoulder as she raised her tail, and Filigree's gaze was laser-targeted on her marehood from the moment it caught his eye. Her folds were glistening, fully aroused and just waiting for him to sate their lewd thirst.
"I didn't hear an answer," Flurry said."Should I take that as a no?"
"No!" Filigree shouted. "I mean...not no as in a no for the answer, but no as in no you shouldn't take it as a no!" He blushed brightly as Flurry giggled at his verbal stumbling, then took a deep breath. "Nothing would make me happier than if you sat on my lap."
Flurry smiled a predatory smile as she turned to face Filigree once again. The alicorn climbed up onto the bed, leaning in to give Filigree a tender kiss before putting a hoof on his chest. Filigree put up no resistance, letting her push him onto his back. Just the sight of her standing over him like this, moments away from doing the deed, was driving him wild. Still, he had the mental wherewithal to try and prepare Flurry for what was to come.
"Wh...what about protection?" Filigree asked. Even though he yearned for the act to start, it was best to be safe. Flurry smirked in response, lighting her horn up and surrounding herself with a quick flash of yellow magic.
"Contraception spell," Flurry said coolly. "Mom taught it to me."
"Of course," Filigree said with a smile. "And...you know it's going to hurt at first, right?" The filly rolled her eyes.
"I know," Flurry told him, before grinning playfully. "Who's the older pony here? Because I'm pretty sure it's me."
"Right," Filigree said, chuckling softly. "I'm sorry for doubting you and your superior age." The alicorn couldn't help but laugh, and leaned down to give Filigree another kiss.
"Enough talking," Flurry whispered. "Let's put that thing in me already."
If it was possible to get more erect than he already was, hearing Flurry talk like that would have done exactly that. Filigree watched in anticipation as Flurry lowered her hips, shifting and adjusting to meet her lover just right. He felt the soft, wet feeling of her folds kissing the underside of his shaft, shivering as the inexperienced filly moved around to perfect her aim. The tingling sensation of her magic on his member to assist her in lining up was nice, but nothing compared to what was to come. He finally felt his tip make contact with her folds, and gently pushed his hips up to poke against his target. Hearing the little squeak that action elicited only encouraged him.
"Ready?" Filigree asked.
"Ready," Flurry confirmed.
The two moved in synchronicity, Flurry pushing down into the best thrust Filigree could manage from this position. The princess let out a pained yelp as the barrier of her virginity was broken, and Filigree's first instinct was to reach out and hold her close.
"Shh," Filigree whispered, stroking her back. "It's okay. The worst part is over. Just relax and keep going when you're ready."
Filigree had to amend his earlier thought. This was the most vulnerable he'd ever seen Flurry. He continued to comfort her as she took deep breaths to deal with the pain, all the while enjoying the wonderful feeling of his shaft buried inside her. Those velvety walls had claimed it as their own, and with how tight she was, it was almost as if they were completely unwilling to relinquish it any time soon.
"Okay...okay..." Flurry gasped, bringing a hoof up to wipe a tear from her eye. "I think I'm good." Her other eye was wiped dry by one of Filigree's hooves, drawing a tender smile from the princess. Once he was reassured by his princess, Filigree got right back to moving his hips. Now that the most painful part was over, the wince on Flurry's face quickly faded into a look of pleasure as her lover thrusted into her. Filigree couldn't help but wrap his forelegs around his princess's body, wanting nothing more than to keep her close.
"Oh my gosh..." Flurry moaned, resting her cheek against Filigree's as she reveled in the pleasure. "Philly, it's so big! Haah...keep going!"
It was an instruction that Filigree definitely didn't need to receive. It was safe to say that he had absolutely no intention of stopping his thrusts into that tight, addicting hole. It felt as if it was made for his member and his member alone, hugging every inch of it like she'd just crafted it around him. Filigree took a deep breath, taking in the aroma of Flurry's mane as long as her head was where it was. Even that smelled lovely, like a gentle lilac mixed with the scent of her arousal. Every bit of her was intoxicating, and he was more than happy to be drunk on her love.
As much as Filigree was enjoying himself, though, he couldn't help but notice Flurry's inexperience shining through. It was clear that both of them were quite happy with the situation, but there was no harm in helping her enjoy it even more, was there? He carefully considered his words as he pushed deeper into Flurry. It wasn't usually his place to tell a princess what to do...but he wasn't a maid anymore. He was Flurry's future husband.
"Flurry, dear?" Filigree said through grunts. "If...if you tried to move your hips in rhythm with me, a-and shifted around, I bet this could feel even better."
"B-better?!" Flurry exclaimed. The concept seemed to be completely alien to her. Regardless, she took the suggestion to heart and began to push back into Filigree's thrusts. It took a few tries to get right into his rhythm, but judging from the look on her face, this was definitely a bit of an improvement. The altered position she'd moved herself into allowed Filigree to attack from a slightly different angle, and judging from the increase in the volume of Flurry's moans, this slight alteration was a positive one.
It was then that Flurry pulled her head up once more, and Filigree found himself absolutely captivated all over again. The locks of her carefully-styled mane were beginning to fall out of place. Those bright eyes were half-lidded. Any trace of dignity and grace had vanished, replaced with the sight of her tongue hanging out of her mouth as those lewd moans rang through the air. It was quite possibly the most beautiful he'd ever seen her. The lovely sight added to the wonderful feelings, sounds, and smells to finally overload his senses, and his own cry of ecstasy echoed out as he reached his climax. He was positive that this was the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced as rope after rope of his seed shot into his princess. He rode it out for a good while until it finally finished, leaving him happy and spent.
Even so, Filigree continued to thrust, despite the onset of exhaustion. He couldn't dream of leaving Flurry unsatisfied. Thankfully, he didn't have long to wait. The feeling of him finishing inside her had turned Flurry on, and her own climax followed close behind.
"Oh, Philly~!"
The alicorn's love tunnel squeezed and milked Filigree's shaft as her body was wracked with pleasure, her sweet juices mixing with his own and leaking out onto the bedspread. That climax seemed to last forever, and Flurry's cries of pleasure were so loud that if Filigree had anything but her on his mind, he might have worried that others would hear. But that would have required him to devote some manner of attention to a non-Flurry concept, and that simply wasn't in the cards right now. He felt Flurry's forelegs wrap around him, and suddenly she was rolling, bringing him along with her. He found himself on his side now, still inside Flurry and staring into those big blue eyes. Those lips pressed against his once more, and he melted into the kiss, giving a few more practically involuntary thrusts into her as she wrapped her tremendous wings around him.
"Philly...that was crazy..." Flurry cooed as she broke away from the kiss. "I cant even tell you how happy I am that you said yes and that we can be together forever..."
"Me too, Flurry," Filigree responded, letting out a happy sigh. "I love you."
The words came out faster than he'd expected, and from the look on Flurry's face, she hadn't expected to hear them yet either. But the sentiment was true, and he knew it was the right thing to say when he saw how brightly they made her smile.
"I love you too, Philly," Flurry whispered, rubbing her nose against his. Filigree slowly pulled himself out of her, shuddering at the feeling of those tight walls not wanting to relinquish him. He watched Flurry bite her lip and grinned, leaning up to kiss her nose. He had started this day as a simple maid, worried to death about his impending meeting with his boss and wondering whether or not he would even have a job by day's end. And now here he was, with his regained youth and in bed with his favorite filly in the entire world. It was going to be a good life.
"Oh gosh, we're going to need to get these blankets cleaned," Flurry said as she glanced at the mess they'd made. She looked back at Filigree, then gave him a coy smile. "Guess we can let a maid do it."
It was going to be a good life, indeed.
