Sighing and slumping into the chair behind my desk, I groan and shift my shoulder to try and release some of the tension in it. I was exhausted after my session with Lyra and then I had to cater to another dozen mares for the rest of the day.

"That was a lot harder than I expected. Who knew mares could be so demanding?" I ask no one in particular. Leaning back into my chair and then letting my head fall back, my eyes stare up at the plaster-white ceiling as I continue, thumbing the empty glass in my hand, "That's a dumb question, isn't it? At least all of them seemed to have fun. Even the mare that spilled her drink on herself."

Chuckling softly as I recall the moment that occurred only a few hours ago, I relax a bit further into my seat and pour myself a glass of Applejack Daniels, a whisky that some farmers in a place called "Ponytown" or something made. It's pretty good stuff, and it's one of the cheapest things on our menu too, so I won't break the business' bank account by drinking some of it.

"Guess Luna was right about this. Not a bad start...and those drink mixing shows seemed to get a few of the clients going," I mutter, smiling at the memory of the earlier client apologizing for spilling the drink I made her. She was nice if a bit clingy. It took an extra fifteen minutes for Nimbus to pry her off of me when it was time for her to go, "That was just the first day, though. I just hope no one thinks I'm screwing their girl and comes here to pick a fight."

"That will not be a concern, Renard," I hear from behind me, then quickly go to turn the office chair around, quickly enough that I practically drop the drink onto my lap. Luna's amused face graces my vision a moment later as I spot her laying atop the office bed, her side resting against the sheets, "Our apologies friend, we did not intend to startle you. Have you had a good first day at work? And…why are you talking to yourself?"

"Jesus fuck, Luna! How long have you been there?" I ask with a shaky voice, taking a deep inhale and trying to steady my breathing, more than a little spooked by her silent entry, "And why didn't you just use the front door instead of scaring me half to death? I almost ruined the new carpet."

"You still have not told us who this 'Jesus' fellow is," she states with a chuckle, standing from her resting place and stepping around my desk to face me. The scent of blueberries and another smell I can't quite place reaches my nose as she moves, her starry mane drawing my gaze, "We felt that you should be ready to adapt to any...surprises, shall we say? Is it wrong to check in on our friend, and our investment?"

"No... Dang it, no," I calmly admit, sighing and placing my glass down onto the desk before giving her a sheepish smile. Feeling a little bit guilty now, I add, "I appreciate the visit, Luna. Today was a good day, and I'm thinking I may have just been looking at things with my Human perspective at first."

"What do you mean? Are there no comfort therapists back on your world?" Luna inquires with a flick of an ear, tilting her head and planting her rear onto the carpet, the chairs provided being too small to fit the moon princess.

Shaking my head, I shrug and take another sip of my whisky, delighting in the burning feeling as it travels down my throat, "Nope. We do have therapists, but nothing like this. The closest thing is a prostitute, someone who-"

"Sleeps with others for coin. Yes, we know of the practice. It is also a practice that has dwindled here over time," the moon princess interrupts, a tone of sarcasm entering her voice, "We are not that sheltered, friend. The profession existed before Sister was even born."

"Ha! Well, that's a parallel between our worlds," I comment, slugging my drink back and shuddering from the strong sensation of the liquor sliding down into my gullet, "Ahh... Joking aside, it's nice to see you again. A ruder part of my brain wondered if you wanted me to take this job so I would be out of your hair. Er, mane. Either way."

"No, we quite enjoy your company," she casually mentions, her eyes lidding slightly and her head leaning closer to me, "We would never sponsor you as we have if we did not wish to help, and if we did not have faith in your abilities. Perhaps a bar from entering the palace, but not sponsoring."

Chuckling and sighing in relief, I stand from my seat with my empty glass in hand, intent on putting it into the sink so that I can clean it after Luna leaves, "You're good company too, Luna. Even if you don't get all my jokes, you're still open to hearing about me and stuff from my world. I don't know if anywhere back home would have given the reception you and Princess Celestia did, were our situations reversed."

"Why would we ever do less? You are a sapient being, and have proven to be friendly to ponies," Luna responds, raising a brow in confusion and standing as well, my soft yawn giving her pause before continuing, "There may have been a few slight hiccups at first, but you have settled in just fine. By the way, Renard..."

"Yeah, Luna? What's up?" I ask, heading towards my office door and glancing back at Luna as she follows behind me, her eyes lidding at me as her hips begin to sway more. Gulping, I blush and finish escorting her to the lobby, only a scant few feet from the entrance to my office, before continuing, "Y-you alright? You're looking a little wobbly there."

"We are just fine, dear friend. We were simply hoping to invite you to the castle for dinner this weekend," she all but purrs, making a shiver of arousal run down my spine as I walk, "It will be a simple get-together, just the two of us. Sister will be busy assisting Princess Twilight with the tax reformation she seeks to implement."

Just me and Luna, all alone? It can't just be my imagination, right? Luna seems to want some private time with me, and her teasing hasn't helped me figure out if she intends this to truly be a casual event, or if she may have motives beyond a simple meal.

"S-sure, I'd love to. Should I dress up in something nice?" I ask with a soft, awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of my head and risking a glance back at the Equestrian princess. Her eyes are lidded and locked onto mine, earning a soft gulp of nervousness from me in response, "I m-mean, it is a visit to the palace. I wouldn't want to risk another fight breaking out, right?"

"A fight?" Luna inquires with a noticeable change in her tone, her body posture changing ever so slightly. Gone is the smile and the gentle look in her eyes, her expression showing displeasure and annoyance in equal measures, "Somepony accosted you over your apparel? Renard, why were we not told before today? That pony has committed a crime against you!"

"Well..."

"Do not avoid the question, Renard. We know you avoid confrontation, but you should not let others treat you poorly," she insists, stamping a hoof onto the wooden floor with a loud thud, a stern gaze meeting mine, "Tell us their name, please. No excuses."

"Luna, I...I didn't mean to get someone arrested tonight," I mutter, sighing deeply and shaking my head in disbelief, leaning against the wall next to the front door and facing my benefactor directly, "I don't know his name, but he's a...a yellow-coated unicorn stallion. He was bragging about seeing Celestia for a proposal, I think involving some kind of textile factory."

"That should be sufficient to discover their identity," Luna says with a satisfied smirk, clearly pleased to have pried the answers that she did from me, "We do this to protect everyone in Canterlot from that silliness, so do not worry. To strike another over clothing..."

Sighing and rubbing the bridge of my nose with a pair of fingers, I nod my head before returning my gaze to Luna, barely holding back a yawn, "Yeah, well...I'll be sure to tell the guards that he snatched your moon pie last night if I see him again. Even if he didn't."

Luna chuckles and steps closer to the entrance of my new business, opening the door with her blue-raspberry magic and taking a step out of the frame, her eyes lingering on me, "Quite. We must bid you farewell for tonight, dear friend. Try not to offend the client you have a session with tomorrow, either. She is known for being a bit...demanding."

"Oh... Oh, fun."

"I swear to horse Jesus, where the fuck did I put that stack of papers?" I grumble to myself as I search my office for a few bits of paperwork that I need to fill out, mostly just inventory forms and the like, currently looking under my desk, "I know I saw it after Luna went home last night, so where-?"

"Sir?"

"Gah!" I shout in surprise, jumping a foot into the air and grunting as I smack the back of my head against the hard wooden surface of my desk, gritting my teeth in pain and climbing out from underneath it to find Nimbus waiting at the edge of my desk, "Y-yeah, Nimbus? Sorry, you surprised me."

"I'm alright, but are you okay? You hit your head pretty hard there," she comments with genuine concern, an emotion I seem to see a lot of from her. Her hoof beckons me towards her, and I step closer before crouching down and letting Nimbus examine my head with an appraising eye, "No blood...that's always a good thing, sir. Unless you feel dizzy, then you should be fine."

"Nah, no dizziness," I answer honestly, wincing as her hoof brushes against the tender impact site, "Just a bit of a headache, is all. We have some painkillers, right?"

"Yeah, we do. I'll go get them for you, sir," Nimbus says with a soft smile, patting me on the shoulder and heading out of the office, towards the back and out of my sight.

"...she's just that nice, huh?" I quietly ask myself amidst the silence, sighing and taking a seat in my chair to take a short break from searching, my mind replaying my most recent encounters with Luna over and over to try and make sense of her, "Not like Luna is, but...it's still a kindness. I'll have to ask the poor mare to print off those inventory sheets again if I can't find them soon, speaking of which. Then I guess I'd have to manually adjust them afterward."

"Hello?" I hear from the lobby, my head swiveling to try and more clearly hear the voice, unsure of it it was just my imagination or not, "Is anypony here? I have an appointment!"

"Coming, Miss!" I call out, standing from my seat and patting down my hair before I hurry towards the entrance. My eyes widen as I spot my client, her long, slender legs the first thing that I notice about her, along with her pure white coat of fur. Her pink mane flows down her neck and hangs past her barrel, streaked with a ribbon of white, giving her a luxurious appearance.

A soft frown on her muzzle, the mare slides her purple-framed sunglasses off of her face and tucks them into the blue turtleneck sweater adorning her body, looking me over with scrutiny, "I take it you are the 'shining stallion' in question? Your punctuality leaves much to be desired, truth be told," she says, trotting closer to me and staring up at me in a way that could almost be taken as looking down, "At least you are well-kempt. Perhaps this will be an enjoyable experience after all."

Her leg lifts towards me, and I give her a somewhat strained smile as I take a knee in front of her before kissing the top of her hoof, earning a raised brow in response, "I am, Miss. My name is Renard, and I will be taking care of you for your time here. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Yes, I'm sure it is. Not that I need introducing in this city," she comments with a wave of her free hoof, though she seems to notice my hesitance, disbelief lacing her voice as she continues, "You...do know who I am, yes?"

"I would remember meeting a mare as beautiful as you, Miss. Regretfully, I do not know your name," I say with sincerity and an apologetic smile, assuming that she is probably a local celebrity, "Might you do me the honor of telling me?"

"Hm...I suppose so, else you may find something silly to call me. Very well," she relents, sighing as she tilts her head and gives me a show-winning smile, batting her eyelashes and causing a small blush to grow across my cheeks while she flaunts her purple eyeshadow, "I am Fleur De Lis. Model, actress, and socialite. A pleasure to meet you as well, Monsieur Renard."

"The pleasure is all mine," I respond, folding an arm over my stomach and bowing softly to her before I release her hoof. I stand and smile down at her, now noticing the trio of fleur de Lis on her flanks, "Now what can I do for you today, Madam De Lis? Your word is my command."

"You speak Prench, Monsieur?" Fleur asks with surprise, a pleased smile growing across her muzzle as I desperately attempt to remember my high school French lessons, "That is surprising, given what I have read in the paper. I must say, it is impressive that you have learned both Equestrian and a foreign language in less than a year."

"Mm...thank you, Madam. I do not speak it fluently, but I am much more fluent in 'Equestrian,'" I reply, patiently waiting for her to tell me what she would like us to do together.

"Perhaps I could give you lessons sometime," she casually offers with a smile, lifting her front hooves and resting her muzzle atop my head as her hooves drape over my shoulders. Fleur's mane flutters into my face, and I blink in surprise as she begins to rub her cheeks and her long neck against me, giving a gulp once I realize that this mare is larger than I am, "We could learn a lot from each other, I imagine. Your cologne smells very nice, Monsieur Renard. Is it from a local supplier?"

"I believe so, yes. Princess Luna gave it to me as an opening day gift," I respond, only slightly intimidated by the suddenly overbearing Fleur pressing my back against a nearby wall with her weight, "I-I could ask her, the next time I speak with her."

"Please do. Mm...perhaps I was wrong about you," Fleur mutters, her breath felt against my hair, "Would you say you are good friends with Princess Luna, Monsieur?"

"Well...we're on a first-name basis, at least in private. She's been very nice to me since I first arrived in Equestria," I admit, hesitantly raising my hands and resting them on Fleur's sides, steadying her and getting a good feel of her soft fur, "So, maybe. I can't say if she considers me to be a friend, but she's a friend as far as I am concerned."

I gasp as she slides her head down and nibbles my earlobe, a huff of hot air blowing against me before she pulls back and lowers herself back to her hooves, a seductive look in her eyes, "Very well. I would like to relax with you upstairs. The list of services for this business that the Princess sent was...lengthy."

"Of course, Madam. Would you like me to carry you?" I offer, struggling to maintain my composure around the flirty model, her pink eyes rather alluring, "It would be a pleasure to do so."

"Mm... I shall pass, but the offer is appreciated," she answers, shaking her head and stepping past me, her hooves clopping softly against the wooden floor as she makes her way towards the back stairs, "I might get too used to being this pampered, after all. I can't maintain this figure if that happens, now can I?"

Her hips sway heavily as she steps through the hallway door, and I soon follow after her, her body language reminding me of Luna's recent actions. I decide that making some light conversation would be better than walking in silence, coughing softly to clear my throat.

"I have not seen your work yet, but I would be interested in hearing more about you personally," I state from behind her, Fleur's silence not inspiring any confidence in my ability to handle such a high-profile mare, "Of course, everything said here is strictly confidential. Client privacy is our second greatest concern, Madam."

"And the first, Monsieur?" Fleur abruptly asks, glancing back at me with lidded eyes as she takes her first step on the stairs heading up, "One would hope privacy would be the highest priority. Rumors are like poison to a career."

"Taking care of our clients and making sure they leave here fully satisfied," I tell her with a chuckle, my response earning a soft smile from Fleur. We soon reach the top of the stairs, and I step in front of her to open the door to the mini-theater built into the room, "The building is also quite secure, thankfully. The location makes it very easy to flag down a guard too if the need arises."

"Have you ever needed to call for them? The crime rate in Canterlot is not very high," she comments, flicking her tail as she enters the theater and giving me a glimpse under it, a seemingly common flirt with ponies.

"N-no. Not yet, but I see them every time I walk by this area," I reply, resisting the urge to run my fingers through her luxurious tail. Glancing at the snack and drink bar that was installed in the corner of the room before turning my attention to the massive bed set up for me and my clients, I wait to see what Fleur will gravitate towards, "Never been an issue, honestly. Would you like some snacks to enjoy while we watch something together, Madam?"

"Who said we were watching a movie, Renard? I would like to take you up on that offer of telling you more about myself," Fleur answers with a smirk, her horn lighting up in a light pink color as several of the snacks fly towards her on her way to the massive bed, covered in bright red bedsheets, "Perhaps we can tell each other a bit more about each other's home, yes?"

Nodding my head and giving another chuckle, I follow behind Fleur and take a seat on the bed next to her, her plush rear wrinkling the sheets beneath her as she gets comfortable, "Why not? I'm an open book, Madam. Ask whatever you would like to."

"Then first," she starts, opening a snack bag labeled "Trixie-O's" and levitating a few into her mouth, chewing and swallowing them in silence for a moment before continuing, "Why do you assume I am a 'Madam?' That term is for unmarried mares, you know."

"You're...married. Ah. I see," I awkwardly manage to get out, raising a brow in curiosity at her and feeling only slightly uncomfortable about being with such a flirty, married mare, "Your husband knows you're here, then?"

"My husband has been absent as of late. His fashion company has grown too large to manage by himself, and the silly stallion refuses to hire any more help," Fleur says, munching on another mouthful of her snacks and brushing the crumbs away with her magic, "It's been keeping us apart for many days in a row, Monsieur. A mare gets lonely when they are left alone for so long."

"Understandable, but...you did not answer the question, Madame," I point out, tilting my head in confusion, "It's not my business, but it feels like he should know about something like what you're here for. I mean no offense, but-"

"He is aware, yes. I told him that I wanted to go to this business, with him knowing what would be involved," Fleur interrupts, giving me a brief glare before sighing softly and leaning her side against me, her head laying atop mine, "Which is why I came. I am not one to go behind my partner's back, even if I am pining for attention, Monsieur."

"Of course. I did not mean to imply that you would betray his trust, I just wished to be sure. Knowing where you stand on such a subject helps me focus more closely on serving you," I say as I glance up at Fleur, only half lying. While I did suspect her of possibly cheating on her seemingly neglectful husband, I believe her when she says that he is aware of her activities and does not disapprove, "I would not treat you differently if he did not know this. I know that relationships can not often last forever, friends or family."

"...that's right. You lost your family. Didn't you, Renard? Would asking about them be rude?" Fleur inquires before placing her snack to the side and standing up, trotting only a scant few inches and sitting down behind me to splay her rear legs to either side of me, the blue turtleneck sweater seen sailing off into the corner of the room. Her mane drapes over my shoulders along with her forearms as Fleur pulls me back against her, another blush growing on my face as she begins to feel up my chest with her hooves, "We can always switch to another subject if this is too painful. I don't want to bring up bad memories."

Shaking my head, I lean back into her embrace and sigh softly, a shiver of arousal shooting up my spine from her hooves sinking a bit lower on my torso as her chin rests atop my head, "N-no, I'm fine talking about it. My mother is a seamstress, and my father serves in the military, our country's version of the guard. Or, he did, the last I saw of him."

"They sound like good humans," Fleur mutters, giving me a soft squeeze before laying back and taking me with her, my legs soon dangling off of the bed and between her long back legs. Her actions soon grow more affectionate, nibbling my ear again and sliding a hoof under my shirt to feel my body, "Apologies, Monsieur. I am finding it hard to control myself at the moment."

"No worries, Madame. If...you w-want to move on to something besides talking, we can," I offer, unable to hide the growing tent in my pants from Fleur's sight, and gasping as she nips my collarbone, "M-Madame? Are you alright?"

"Oh, I am perfectly fine," she coos, sliding her hoof further up my torso and taking my shirt with it, the aggressively forward mare soon leaving me topless. Pulling me back against her, I gasp in surprise from her silky fur rubbing against my bare skin, the sensation sending shivers down my spine as she deposits my shirt to the side, "Do not worry about me, Renard. Just tell me if you want to stop."

"I'm...I'm okay too, Madame. You can do as you like," I reply with a soft, comfortable sigh, finding the experience of feeling her body against mine to be pleasant, "May I touch you too, Fleur?"

"Of course," Fleur says before giving a chuckle, her eyes narrowing in mirth and her muzzle nearing my lips, a hint of nervousness creeping in from her almost possessive tone. I feel her arms hold me tightly to her, making me squirm a bit from discomfort as she closes the distance, her lips barely an inch from my own, "You can touch me wherever you like. I'm so sorry for bringing up something sad, Renard."

"I-it's okay, Fl-mmph?"

Her lips press to mine, taking the words from my mouth as she slips her tongue inside of it and begins to explore, my eyes widening as a feminine, muffled moan echoes lightly through the air and brings more blood rushing to my cheeks. Resisting the urge to push Fleur's muzzle away from my face, I instead cup her cheek with a hand and hold a fetlock with the other, blushing wildly and fidgeting as this mare has her way with me.

Fleur deepens the kiss and grasps my pants with her magical aura, pulling them down my legs and flinging them to the side along with my undergarments. I feel her gaze burning against me, and I hear an adoring coo a moment later, the two of us panting heavily as Fleur lifts her muzzle away, retrieving her tongue a moment later, "W-wow. That was very nice, Monsieur. How about you lay back and allow me to show you exactly what I wish to do with you."

Realizing that she did not state that as a question, I nod my head and lay down as she scoots back on the bed, the back of my head brushing against her crotch-boobs as I do. Fleur presses her hooves to either side of me, and the smell of something that resembles a sweet perfume reaches my nose as she lifts her dripping slit from the bed and suspends it above my head. I gulp, hesitation growing for only a moment before Fleur gently drops her hips and sandwiches my face between her flanks.

"There you go, my sweet Renard. Give me some attention back there, and I'll return the favor," she promises with something resembling a purr, grinding her puffy puss against my lips and my nose as she leans her head between my legs to run her tongue from my base to my tip. A pleased hum escapes her as I give a tentative lick, pleasantly surprised with the taste of her juices and spreading my legs wider for her, "Good stallion. Keep that up, and I'll give you an extra special treat later."

Barely able to breathe, I give a thumbs up in response to the seductive mare sitting on my face, though she either does not notice or does not care, practically humping my tongue and giving me another long lick. Fleur pops the tip of my cock into her mouth and purrs again, suddenly bobbing her head until her nose presses to my balls, my moan causing her to twitch above me for a moment.

Her maw soon slides right back up until just the tip remains, licking at me intently for a moment before sliding right back down, swallowing firmly around me and making my toes curl. Patting my thigh with a hoof, Fleur gives an encouraging hum as she works my shaft, my hesitance melting away under the warmth of her body and the sheer wonder that is her throat.

"M-mmph!" I cry into her, pushing my tongue as deep as I can and grasping her flanks atop her cutie marks, resisting the urge to buck against her. My senses becoming overwhelmed, I let myself fall into the pleasure that Fleur is giving me, blinking in confusion a few moments later as her hips lift off of my face, "D-did I do something wrong, Madame?"

She lifts her head from my lap and lets my throbbing length free from her maw, a lidded eye gazing into mine as her head turns towards me. Fleur's smile dissuades me from the notion of wrong-doing once I notice it, and I sigh in relief, letting my head fall back onto the bed.

"Not at all, Renard. I just want to move onto the next stage," Fleur states with confidence and desire, slight disappointment running through me from not getting to finish in her mouth. Spotting my brief moment of weakness, she gives a cat-like grin before kissing my tip and winking back at me, "Do not look so sad, Monsieur. You will not be disappointed, I promise."

"I believe you. I'm alright, Madame," I reassure her, earning a chuckle from the model as she turns herself around with a few steps, somehow managing not to step on me or anything important in the process. Gasping as her magic surrounds my length and seems to gently stroke it as she aims it between her hind legs, I find myself barely able to handle the warmth from her body radiating onto my crotch, "I hope you're enjoying yourself. You're driving me wild, I gotta say."

"Then I'm accomplishing what I set out to do," she quips, rubbing the head of my cock against her soaked slit for a moment before starting to lower herself onto me with a groan of pleasure. Fleur's forehooves rest on my chest as she pushes more and more of my length into her, her hips meeting mine with a loud, singular clap, "Mmmm...that's very nice. Not too big, not too small. Just right."

"Thank y-you, Madame," I barely manage to groan out, throbbing inside of her and feeling more sensitive due to her earlier blue balling, pressing firmly into her and panting already, "I'm glad that you're p-pleased. Oh fuck, t-that's so tight."

Fleur gives another grin before leaning her muzzle in close and locking lips with me once again, my hands traveling to her sides to brace her and feel her soft fur against my fingers. I press into the kiss with a happy hum, my eagerness seeming to please the supermodel currently sheathing my dick inside of her, and she moans out as her hips start lifting back up.

Building up her own pace, Fleur rides me with gusto and vigor, practically smothering me with her upper body as she all but drops herself atop me, once again blessing me with her warm depths. The feelings growing inside of me ignite a burning desire to ravage this mare, increasing my grip on her and keeping her where she is as I start to contribute more to this session, thrusting into her each time she drops her hips.

My increased activity is noticed by Fleur, who purrs once again as she picks up her pace, liking the fact that I'm getting a bit rougher with her, her tongue pressing against my lips again in a silent request to enter. I nibble on her tongue for a moment before giving it a lick with my own, a startled gasp sounding from Fleur in response to my sudden action.

I groan in bliss as her walls seem to milk my length, her experience on display and bringing me to new heights of pleasure, my eyes rolling back for a moment before I wrap my arms around her in an impromptu embrace. Stiffening in surprise, Fleur yelps as I roll onto my side and then onto her, the startled mare blinking up at me and breaking the kiss.

"M-Monsieur?" she almost nervously asks, smiling eagerly up at me and wiggling her hips as I rest against her for the moment, "Are you going to lay on me, or are you going to take me? Because if you do not start moving, I will."

Nodding my head, I ease my hips back and practically slam into her, drawing a long, low moan from the mare beneath me, my fingers digging into her sides. I begin to fuck her in earnest, the mare's earlier dominant attitude slipping away as she enjoys the results of her words, realization that she wants me to be rough with her hitting me like a freight train, "Oh, I'll take you. Over and over again, my little flower. You're all mine until you run out of time for today."

Fleur's smile grows wider, and she lets her hind legs spread wide for me, allowing me to speed up more while both of us grow closer to climax from the intense sensations along with our earlier foreplay. My eyes flutter closed, allowing me to more easily feel every inch of her slick canal without distraction, using a hand to stroke her long neck as she lets me fuck her wildly.

"G-good. I was growing frustrated with being subtle about my desires, Renard," she comments before moaning out again, one of her legs kicking in the air while her walls grow tighter, signaling her approaching climax, "Don't you d-dare stop! Sacre bleu, I am so close!"

Rather than giving an answer, I pick up speed and power, shortening my thrusts and making us both cry in pleasure as I take her without restraint, the soreness in my hips already forming and promising a long, painful day afterward. Only a scant few moments of unrestrained pleasure later, I hilt inside of Fleur one last time and groan into her neck after pressing my face to it, cumming inside of her and humping against her.

"F-Fleur!" I moan as I continue to shift and move my hips, barely registering the fact that the mare beneath me is shaking in the throes of her own orgasm, her voice cracking as it rises in pitch and her forehooves practically crushing me against her barrel. Blinking blearily up at her, I feel myself grow feverish from the amount of blood rushing to my head, the sight of her closed eyes and her pleasured expression giving me a sense of pride in myself.

Once the afterglow wears off and I regain control of my higher brain functions, I blink blearily and smile almost dopily up at Fleur, who is now little more than a panting, quivering mess in my arms. Reaching a shaking hand towards her muzzle, I stroke her cheek and delight in the soft coo that escapes her in return, the pink of her irises soon visible again as she gazes down at me.

"Well, Monsieur...that was quite the lovely experience," Fleur comments with something close to playful dismissiveness before giving the palm of my hand a soft lick, her lashes batting at me In a way that makes my heart flutter a tad from her sheer beauty, "Perhaps you would like to continue after a drink? We still have time, non?"

"What kind of drink?" I tease, giving her a peck on the lips before bracing myself against the bed with my hands and pushing myself up enough to give Fleur the room she needs to move, "Because right now, I'm only thirsty for you."

"Non, Monsieur. I meant water," Fleur says as she tilts her head in confusion, amusement dancing across her features and giving a soft laugh, "What does that mean? 'Thirsty for you.' It sounds ridiculous."

Blushing softly in embarrassment, I try to maintain an indifferent expression as I pull out of her, moaning softly while her walls seem to kiss my tip as it comes out with a soft pop. Unable to maintain the expression while Fleur leans closer with a curious, expectant smile, I begin to softly chuckle for a moment before I burst out into laughter, further confusing the mare before me, "S-sorry, just...an old joke from my world. Some use it as a pick-up line, but I always thought it was a bit cheesy."

"Nothing to apologize for, Renard. Now...let's go get that water, and then we can continue to make the most of our time together."

Author's Note

Fleur definitely has some issues in her private life, but at least her husband supports her. Perhaps this will benefit Renard's business in the end?

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