Rendezvous in the City of Sin
Somewhere in the heart of Las Pegasus lied a private suite furnished to please one of the many celebrities that graced the city. But seeing as this one went by Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, there was a particular need for the utmost discretion. Scandal would surely follow her everywhere, no matter what she intended to do on her vacation, and tonight she wanted to be a very bad mare indeed. After all it would hardly be fair if her husband had all the fun while they were apart, and thus she requested all the usual preparations be made for the main event.
A small squad of secrets servants had ferried her here by way of an underground tunnel that let to a private elevator. All this need for cloak-and-dagger work only added to the excitement. It felt like she was at the center of some pulpy spy thriller that would soon become a trashy romance novel. Butterflies filled her stomach at the mere thought of what was to come. She paced the room in anticipation, despite an awareness that her client would never be late.
The interior was shaded in a pastel pink to match the silk blankets and heart-shaped pillows. Above the bedside was a full-length mirror that stretched all the way to the ceiling so she could watch herself and her chosen partner from several angles. A mild aroma of perfume and incense filled the air. Jewelry and other such baubles decorated a dresser carved into the anatomically correct shape of beautiful mares. Such a piece of risque art would have make her blush once upon a time; now it simply made her smile and daydream about her lovelife.
A subtle pair of knocks resounded at the door. She lit up her horn and telekinetically turned the handle to allow her companion inside. In strutted the model-esque Fleur De Lis, who closed the entryway behind her with a swish of her tail, before she daintily trotted over. As one of the showmares at the local burlesque, she arrived in a costume that resembled lingerie down to lacy stockings; but unlike most of those shows, this one's participants stripped completely nude. While it was true their kind normally didn't wear clothes, such exaggerated one's feminine features, and likewise made them even more sensuous with the slow tease of their removal.
Adult magazines for stallions had voted her among the list of the most fuckable mare in Equestria; of course none would be so brazen as to list one of the Princesses in their pages. It was certainly true she could tighten her pussy like few others thanks to the kegals she did on a regular basis, and similarly she could pucker up her pale pink ponut to match. She had posed for some fairly tasteful racy poses that no doubt now adorned bedrooms all across Equestria.
Her snout formed a sensuous smile to match half-lidded eyes heavy with makeup. She took a moment to pose on the stripper pole built into the room, and removed her attire piece-by-piece, a damp spot already on the crotch her frilly panties which she slid down and stepped from before she tossed the last article over. Cadance stretched them a little and sniffed at her musk. "Weirdo," teased Fleur as she watched the Princess add them to her piled up collection. No doubt she took such a naughty token from every mare who served under her. "It's so nice to see you." She stood upon back hooves and opened her limbs to take her in a full embrace.
Cadance returned the gesture as they rubbed their snouts playfully and exchanged a pair of kisses on each cheek. They tended to rendezvous like this every time she took an extended leave. She knew Shining Armor would be way too jealous if she took another stallion to bed, despite how much he claimed otherwise, so she settled on a mare that could fulfill all her needs. The one downside was that she couldn't ever dare tell him the full truth of the matter.
Her husband could be too uptight for his own good. She figured couples should experiment on a regular basis, in order to keep their relationship fresh. There was simply no reason to let passion die with a marriage, even after they brought a foal into the world. But she feared if he couldn't overcome his reservations their happy relationship would eventually be doomed.
The forlorn look Fleur shot her when they settled on the bed next to each other almost make her think she could read minds. But that was silly. In her line of work the courtesan had simply become an expert when it came to what others felt, which she understood only too well, since her special talent often made her border on empathic. "Time to bear your heart, Princess." Her warm body scooted closer until she draped over her. "There's no need to keep secrets here."
"That works both ways", reminded Cadance who studied the discarded burlesque attire.
Fleur took her hooves when she looked away. "Of course. It hurts, sometimes. Oh, I don't mean to be whiny. I'd do whatever it takes to serve Celestia. That's the vow I took when I swore to defend Equestria." Her eyes wandered the room, lost in introspection. "But you're one of the few I can talk to, who's even aware I live this double life. Most ponies think I'm little more than a well-paid and well-kept prostitute...at best. But to everyone else I'm a trophy wife or cheap whore. Stallions only wish to bed me and many mares resent me. Not that I blame them."
Cadance pulled her closer and stroked her mane. "It's okay. You can't expect them to understand. Celestia chose you because she knew you could keep Fancy Pants safe, that you could move between the courts unimpeded, collect their secrets in case anypony threatened our homeland." She wiped a tear from her friend's eye. "All the Princesses appreciate the sacrifices you've made. It's the kind of burden most would eventually crumble under."
"Flatterer. You simply want to soften me up for the finale." Nevertheless she beamed and fluttered her lashes. "It's true I can't complain too much. This is the life I chose. A spy in the service of the Princesses. And it's not like there aren't pleasures to be had." She drew in closer and pecked at her neck. The sheets rustled below them once she carefully pushed her down.
From almost the moment Fleur came into the world her parents had expected much from her. She was provided with private lessons in etiquette, the finer arts, wizardry, whatever they felt could help her reach the upper echelons of society. And despite their protests that there was no need to ever dirty her hands directly with uncouth behavior (At least for a Lady), she learned to fence, to a point where could easily best Fancy Pants no matter how she pretended otherwise.
Perhaps she had even helped maneuvered herself into her current position on purpose as one final rebellious act. A last attempt to shock and shame her snooty parents. While they pretended to be cordial the few times they'd met since, in truth they had quietly disowned her; a fact that made her heart ache terribly at first, but she had now come to completely accept.
Nevertheless they couldn't dare voice their complaints when she served Equestria in a way no one else could. With the knowledge she passed on potential traitors were quickly ferried out. She'd lost count of the innumerable secrets she would likely take to the grave. She only hoped that when her life was finally over it would all be worth it. That her soul wouldn't be stained black.
With a flare from Cadance's horn the drawers opened, and from them floated several camcorders, which she telekinetically planted strategically about the room. "Don't worry, it's for my husband's eyes only," she promised with a sly wink. "I simply can't allow him miss this, not when he's been such a nice stallion lately. I'm certain we'll make love to this many times."
"Whatever doesn't compromise my mission should be acceptable," noted Fleur who draped her well-shaped slender frame over the Princess. "Now lie back and think of Equestria." With a whir the camcorders started to record the private show that the mares were about to put on.
A bottle of baby oil was plucked from the dresser by Fleur's telekinesis, which she rubbed between her palms, then liberally applied it all over the alicorn's curves. Then she did the same to her own physique, pressed herself close to Cadance, and used her supple flesh to provide her with a full body massage. Glistening skin met with a smack when their teats rubbed against each other, and she pressed her pink slit upon her partner's, to the point where their moist swollen clits kissed on contact when she stroked her up-and-down with a carefree abandon.
Next the unicorn took her by the lowered hooves and lifted them over her shoulders to maneuvered her into a new position, as she straddled Cadance and pressed their marehoods back together. She made certain their pink pussies and assholes were fully visible to the cameras, certain that such a lovely view would make a horny stallion nut almost instantly.
She used her refined magic to form a pair of makeshift double-headed dildos with flared tips and covered in small ridges, which connected them pussy-to-pussy and ass-to-ass. She drilled into the Princess with abandon. A shlick sounded amidst a shower of their emissions each time she moved up-and-down. She had played so many roles to fulfill so many fantasies, that sometimes she almost lost any sense of who she was, beyond a pony who provided pleasure.
"Oh, there. Deeper. Ah," cried Cadance when both shafts bottomed out and struck her cervix. Fortunately she relished a bit of pain whenever she made love; her husband often handled her like some priceless artifact. There were times she wished he'd treat her like a fine piece of ass and rut her senseless. She only hoped his time spent with Trixie would further embolden him. She'd instructed the wizardess to work him up into a ravenous beast no matter what it took.
She locked tongues with the unicorn and pawed at her buttocks, while a pair of stallion-shaped prisms thudded into her, which left messy sprays from the pair that splattered their thin fur coats. She didn't even think about how many blankets were now soiled from their emissions.
"F-fuck me," whimpered Cadance who met her sultry eyes with a blissful stare. She raised her hindquarters far as she could, until her back hooves rested to the sides of her head, in order to help Fleur achieve the deepest penetration possible. The shafts molded to perfectly fit her love tunnels. Her nethers shook each time she was hilted to the point where her cervix shuddered.
Even so she still couldn't reach a full-bodied climax. She needed her secret weapon.
"Mmm," murmured Fleur as Cadance sucked on one of her hooves. "You haven't lost your touch at all." She fondled her love's pert bottom and peppered her bosom with flirty kisses.
"You either. You're such a tease," said Cadance who straddled the brink of release each time their slimy marehoods and erect love buttons made contact. "Don't toy with me too much."
Fleur smirked. "Oh now? Then why don't you communicate what you really want?"
Cadance propped her back upon a pillow and slowly parted her legs until they were wide open. She used her hooves to spread her marehood which glistened wetly under the lights. Her eyes closed when Fleur started with a small kiss upon her anus, before she dragged her tongue over it, along her innermost folds, until she stopped to nibble on her swollen clit. She squirmed under her ministrations and wondered how Heaven could possibly be any better.
Gently she directed her partner's snout deeper into her ever wetter marehood. With her other hoof she fondled one of her teats and laid her head back with a contentedly low moan. Fleur traced her hips in a tender manner, since she knew exactly where to touch. She had pleased a number of lonely mares and stallions alike and always proved sensitive to their specific needs.
Eventually the unicorn shifted positions until her pastel pink nethers hovered over Cadance's snout, and she lowered her shapely derriere down, until she felt a snout buried in her marehood and a pair of hooves upon her buttocks. She lifted her dock and tail until it was practically pinned to her slender back in order to afford her the most exquisite view possible.
They lapped at one-another in tandem, first in a rather sensuous manner, only to turn ever sloppier, once sheer lust overtook them. Psychokinesis from their horns was used to pinch and pull at each other's erect nipples, and likewise to manipulate breasts swollen under arousal. They stroked their partner's inflamed clit. Playfully kissed and licked out the other's asshole.
Fleur masturbated her lover's pussy until it quaked, and a stream of marecum splattered her face, and likewise painted a portion of the wall when it shot across the room. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to catch the sweet and salty release which drenched her down to the bosom. She wiped it with hooves that she licked clean. "Are you ready for the next step?"
With a subdued nod Cadance slid out from under her, and bent over the bedside, her snout pressed into the sheets and her backside raised in a manner when a mare was desperate to be taken by a stallion. Her dock tossed up a colorful tail that swished in impatience. She heard a drawer slide open and knew the special toy she always kept for such an occasion would soon be put to use. Her loins contracted and drooled at the idea. She clenched her sphincter.
The strap on was an enchanted artifact tailored by crystal pony wizards to her specifications. Its wearer would be entered by a pair of members that felt like actual flesh when they entered their marehood and rectum, and similarly there was an even more titanic duo that came from the front in order to please the receiver. It simultaneously intimidated and aroused onlookers.
But more than that it enabled those who bonded over it to share in one-another's pleasure. Or like Princess Luna would like to say the fun would be doubled. Most curious of all it allowed its bearer to experience and even emit a stallion's emissions from the holes at the flared tips. It was hardly their first rodeo with this device, but nonetheless it freshly excited her each time.
She practically drooled when her eyes fucked the pair of erect shafts that almost dwarfed her husband's in size. She poked the tips with her hooves, which dripped a bit of precum in response, and when she boldly kissed one she was rewarded with a forceful moneyshot.
"Ah," cried Cadance who closed her eye a bit too slowly. They shared a series of giggles as Fleur lapped the slimy mess from her face. The unicorn stepped into the gear, worn like a pair of leather panties, then locked into position by a series of buckles until it fit like a second skin.
Once the item was in place Fleur placed her left hoof on Cadance's buttock, and used the other to take a handful of her mane, until she fully mounted her, both shafts slipped into holes that widened to allow them full entry. The unicorn clenched her teeth. The pleasure a stallion felt tended to be different, less a slow full-bodied build up, more a primal need to seek release.
She almost lost herself in the moment when she started to buck her lover whose asscheeks bounced each time she fully slammed into her. "P-pretend I'm your husband," she whispered into Cadance's ear. "I love you, honey. I need you." She nibbled on her, settled into a rhythm.
A full-flush painted their faces as Cadance bit so hard into a pillow she ruptured it. Hooves clawed at the sweaty bedsheets in desperation between muffled cries. Her wings unfurled to their full span when she cried out, "Make love to me, Captain! Put another foal in my belly!"
This entire scenario was reflected back at the pair from the mirrors all about them. All too often she was the submissive in a sexual encounter, so it was nice to have the occasional taste of what the other side felt. Playfully she smacked Cadance's buttcheeks, which wobbled under the impact. Within moments she painted her voluptuous backside a darker shade of pink.
The full-bodied excitement Cadance felt washed over the unicorn whose faced twisted in a most unlady-like manner under the strain that electrified her entire petite frame. "C-calm down a bit, Princess!" Even with all her years of experience she wouldn't be able to last under the tides of synchronized shared pleasure that washed over them. "Honey, I-I can't.... F-fuck!"
While she rarely cursed unless whatever character she currently needed to play called for such, but the words simply slipped out, and with them the first hose-like stream of thickened cum. Their death howls were so loud she was more thankful than ever this was a private suite. She completely hilted inside her and held that position as she repeatedly sprayed her insides. Hot sticky loads continued to explode out and painted both clenched love tunnels white.
For a moment she abandoned any sense of who she was, or that she was supposed to please her partner. All she could think about was this sudden need to relieve a pressure valve that wouldn't stop. Her abdomen throbbed under a series of incredibly explosive contractions.
Fleur's eyes rolled completely into her head and her tongue lolled from her mouth. Her partner had already all but mentally broken under such pleasure, a reminder of why such a device had never been introduced to the masses. She wrapped her upper hooves around Cadance's midsection, and nearly a full minute of palpitations passed, before she felt both shafts finally drain a semen-like essence. She panted with her. Left herself buried deep inside.
If this was remotely what males experienced all the time then she couldn't blame their sex-obsessed minds too much. After all mares were constantly in the perfect position to be rutted, usually with only a tail to barely obscure their fuckholes. There were even rather seedy parts in Equestria, such as underground rave and bondage clubs, where tails were intentionally sheared incredibly short; an unspoken hint that they wanted a lucky random stallion to breed them, usually in the most brutal fashion possible. The very idea made her clit and vulva wink.
She recalled the time when Rarity had been forced into a makeover due to a mane mishap and had chopped her own tail to match her new punk look. Fortunately the unspoken invitation was lost on the typical Equestrian, but a few stallions had attempted to mount her, only to walk away rather disappointed when she'd delivered a double kick their their cock and balls. She knew a near parade of sexual assaults from a bunch of ruffians shouldn't amuse her so, but since Rarity had walked away with little more than offended look she couldn't help but titter anyhow. She was tempted to try such an anonymous rendezvous herself, in the rare case a mission took her to such locales, but couldn't bear to part with her tail even temporarily.
The batteries on the camcorders started to run down when Fleur finally pulled loose from Cadance, and removed the strap on; their now pleasantly sore holes were awash in a mixture of feminine excretions, and the semen-like essence now dripped and pooled below them. She crawled into bed next to her beloved and embraced her as she laid between her hooves.
"Thank you for all you've done. I knew you'd make my husband's bachelor party special." She'd heard the way Fleur had been taken full nelson before a whole squadron of erect soldiers that cheered their Captain on; the very idea made heat build in her loins to the point where she brushed a hoof tentatively over her nethers. Fortunately her visitor hardly cared.
Fleur kissed her horntip. "Certainly. He definitely knows how to use his equipment," she admitted with an elbow to Cadance's ribs. "Trixie was an inspired choice. They'll look after each other...in their own ways. I'm sure he can't wait to return home and plow you senseless."
Cadance blushed at the idea. "He won't be able to keep his hooves off me after he sees what we were up to." She swallowed. The unicorn used a hoof to help stroke her slit and clit, which leaked out the last of her neediness. She panted and her loins quaked until her clit became ultra-sensitive, Fleur's hoof brushed away when she could bear her touch no more. She basked in her post-coital afterglow, still not entirely satisfied, despite the damp spot on the sheets below that continued to gradually spread. "Can...can I take you like Shining Armor did?"
"It's your night. I'm here to please you, no matter what your fantasies may be. Of course I won't do anything that either breaks my cover, nor whatever I consider terribly immoral or foul...but I know you'd never ask such of me. I trust you implicitly," she assured the Princess who took her hooves. "So don't be shy. It's an honor to serve and service you like always."
A coy smirk spread over Cadance's snout once she recovered the strap-on, stepped into the leather, and fitted the enchanted cocks into her marehood and rear entrance. She wiggled with glee, feeling them pulsate when they slid deep inside, until they expanded to snugly fill her. She buckled the leather panties which locked into place, barely able to hold back her enthusiasm. She'd rarely been this excited since she first made love with her husband in the stallion's locker room back when they were still in school. He'd covered her snout to muffle her whimpers and took care not to rattle the lockers too much when he'd taken her there.
The unicorn rose and turned around, and her surprisingly light frame was lifted by the Princess, who felt the dual pair of shafts already stir to life. Their broad tips drip-dropped when she rubbed them against Fleur's willing holes. She restrained her limbs in a full nelson hold, kissed her pallid neck, nibbled on her ears, which twitched in response. "Are you ready?"
Fleur's face went rosy when horse-like appendages rubbed up-and-down a rose-colored twat and rectum until they shuddered for release. She leaked over cocks that dribbled precum. "D-don't tease me anymore, Captain! Breed me real hard, like the powerful stallion you are!"
Grimacing, Cadance slowly slid the dicks inside, until she lied entirely sheathed inside her. The unicorn bit her lip and the couple strained not to burst together right then and there. She positioned them so that they were in front of the mirror, able to see the entire act played out when she started to lift her up-and-down, onto a matched set of dongs that flared for release.
Glistening flesh reflected the lights and was beaded in droplets of sweat. They panted as one and their snouts met in a passionate embrace. Both knew they wouldn't last much longer at this rate. This special toy, combined with their shared pleasure, simply made them way too sensitive. "P-plant your seed deep in my garden, Captain! I desperately want all your foals!"
Cadance lost herself in the moment. "Bend over, bitch!" She seized her by the hair, shoved her snout into the sheets when she pushed her down, and spanked the Cutie Marks on both buttocks when she jack-hammered into her. Instinct overwhelmed her. She took her like she wished Shining Armor would sometimes handle her. Not that she needed this all the time, but he was too proper in the bedroom to initiate sex often, a fact that frustrated her to no end.
She had needs. Oh, did she ever. She would prostrate herself before him in the lewdest positions she could dream it, spread her marehood and anus wide as she could with telekinesis, say stuff so dirty it was unthinkable while she masturbated, all to work him into a frenzy where he almost lost control. She pleaded on her knees and assured him it was okay to fulfill all his fantasies. Even so he rarely made love to her in a manner above a tender level.
Just like Cadance had planned, Fleur was able to see their faces lulled into stupefied rapture, while she forcefully bucked into her before the mirror. Her pert asscheeks which now blushed a mild pink wobbled. The alicorn whimpered, "Oh Celestia.... Oh..." Passion heated their entire bodies until they squealed in unison, and another white stream erupted from the cockheads.
She remained mounted atop her even after the last bits of semen were flushed free. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." She put a hoof over her mouth. "It's like I lost complete control once the instinct to mate took hold." She imagined that's what Shining Armor would be like in the bedroom were he able to let loose. Maybe after his affair with Trixie he'd realized how much better their lovelife could be. She removed the toy, tossed it aside, and watched cum flow from Fleur's holes. "S-so...do you have to leave the moment dawn breaks?"
"Duty calls. Moments like these are rare, so I must treasure them. But we still have another hour to kill," she reminded the alicorn who cuddled up to her. "Oh, and don't worry about it. Despite that this is the most romantic union I've had in sometime." She daintily wiped the excess of cum from her fissures using a hoof which she licked clean with sultry lidded eyes.
Cadance helped lick her clean straight from the source; it was only fair after all she'd done for her. She beamed and licked her lips, the creampies that filled their holes eaten from one-another. They were careful not to turn each other on too much, lest they need to repeat the whole process. Not that either of them would mind, but she wanted to spend some downtime with her, a bit of shared warmth and romance shared between them without anymore sex.
Fleur's horn flared when she turned off the almost dead camcorders, lifted over a couple of champagne bottles, and finally popped their corks. She also carried over a set of wine glasses which she filled with the bubbly liquid. "A toast. To Celestia, Luna, and Equestria. To all those we've ever loved and lost. And most of all...to us." A clink sounded before they drank deep.
"It's almost a shame I'm already married. Not that I'd trade my husband for the world, but he doesn't always know how to please me like a mare would. Still, I'm sure it won't take much to convince him you're welcome in our bed," she cooed with a sly wink and stroke of her mane.
"Careful now. I shall hold you to that kinky invitation," purred Fleur who pecked her nosetip.
Cadance laid her head upon the unicorn's breast and held her. These reunions always seemed far too short, but she knew that made them all the more precious. Supposedly not even the alicorn sisters were immortal, and those like Sombra who tried to achieve such often paid the price. She had inherited the tyrant's Empire and strove to maintain its newfound prosperity.
Whatever sacrifices were required for the sake of their homelands, these memories would always allow them to carry onward. Flurry Heart and others like her would inherit the world they built and so they had to be ever vigilant. All it would take is one disaster and Equestria could potentially fall into eternal ruin. Nevertheless she felt more secure now than ever before. No matter what happened Cadance knew she always had loved ones close by her side.
Author's Note
An idea that came to me while reading lots of spy fiction/playing spy style games. A few songs I played on repeat that helped inspired this fic; Nina Simone - Feeling Good (Used in The Saboteur), Swan Lee - Tomorrow Never Dies (Hitman Blood Money), Radiohead - Spectre (Rejected theme from the James Bond film Spectre). Suggested listening to get into the fic's mood!
I liked the idea of Fleur living a double life as a sort of female James Bond/Mata Hari type, which was also inspired by an issue of the comics where Fleur is secretly Fancy Pants' bad ass bodyguard.
