Twelve Days of Buckmas

Flash ran a wing through his groomed mane as he checked himself before the mirror situated at the front of the restaurant. He was dressed in a dark blue tux with a lightning patterned tie, and thunderbolt shaped earrings in his ears. All a necessity for the place he would be dining at that evening.

The Gourmand Valentine; a high end bistro on the well-to-do side of Canterlot — the area the nobles affectionately called the high seat with how well it could be used to look down on the peasantry — with private rooms for couples to enjoy both food and company.

Decorations evoked bourgeois aesthetic with silken curtains of deep reds and blues accenting blooms of ivy crawling along the white marble walls of the exterior.

There was a rumour that the restaurant is a refurbishment of an old private bath house for Princess Celestia some hundreds of years ago. Of course, only she would know the truth anymore.

He could ask her, but she would probably be coy about it like she usually is.

“Reservation?” A nasally voice asked him.

Focusing on the source of the voice, he looked over the finely dressed unicorn stallion, groomed to perfection with the look of a pony that loved to tell others ‘no’. “It’s under Twinkleshine,” Flash said.

The pony used his horn to flip through unseen pages without breaking eye contact with him. Flash already had an inkling of what the server thought of him, and it was certainly nothing pleasant.

Glancing downwards momentarily, the pony sniffed and looked back at him with a begrudging amount of respect granted only by the enforced rules of customer service.

Flash could visibly see the disappointment in the server’s eye over being unable to chase him off.

“Honoured, sir,” the server said in a pretentious voice. It had the same cadence as the nobility, but lacked the refinement of the accent. “Truly, we are blessed to be treated to the company of Princess Cadance’s personal bodyguard.”

“Now, now, I’m not that special,” Flash answered with a wide smile that showed his teeth. “I only assist the Princess in all of her diplomatic matters, personally protect her wellbeing, command her personal guard, and act as her liaison in most domestic affairs.”

The server held his nose high with a glare on his face recognizing the slight for what it was. “Follow me, sir,” he spat out the last word.

With no further word given, the server turned in place and set off into the restaurant. Used to the abruptness and brisk trot of the Princess, Flash easily kept pace with the surprisingly speedy pony.

After several twists and turns through expensively decorated corridors, they arrived before a blue painted door framed by two purple curtains with a heart carved into the wood.

Stopping in place, the stallion turned on their hoof to face Flash directly. “Your room for the evening. If you require a waiter to attend to you, ring the bell on the table, otherwise we will attend to you on our time.” The server gave a self satisfied smirk.

“Wow, I think you hit basically every wannabe noble stereotype there is. I’m almost impressed with how perfectly you fit it.”

The stallion stiffened. “Riffraff such as yourself couldn’t possibly understand the climb. This is how you act to live the ideals of the modern noble.”

“Okay, the riff raff moniker only really worked before I was the personal guard of Cadance as I guarantee I make more money than you could think of and am way past any of my days as a street rat.” He let the malice slip into his tone as he thought about all the other climbers that swarmed Cadance, wanting her to elevate their status for them. “And if this is what you think the modern noble is like, then you have as a likely a chance of becoming one as Cadance does becoming celibate.”

“I— You— Hmph!” The pony trotted away with a whip of his head, fuming.

Having said his piece, Flash let the conversation drain out of him, donned a killer smile, and trotted into the room.

It was as opulent inside as it was outside with velvet curtains adorning the walls, a single ornate wood table covered by a silk tablecloth centered in the room with two matching plush cushions, and a small crystal chandelier hanging overhead. A basket of breadsticks was situated on the table alongside a handle bell and two menus. The breadsticks were causing the room to take on the strong scent of cinnamon and caused his mouth to water.

More important than his hunger was the unicorn mare seated on the leftmost cushion. She had noticed his entrance and immediately busied herself by munching on a breadstick.

He sat his rump in the seat across from her. “Twinkleshine?” She nodded. “Flash Sentry, your Buck Elf for the evening.”

She nearly choked on the breadstick. “B-Buck Elf? You really introduce yourselves as that?”

“We do, as per our agreement with Princess Cadance. She insists on it.” He admired her doe-like aqua green eyes. They were a brilliant shade and he found genuine delight in how expressive they were. “So, Twinkle, have you been waiting long?”

She shook her head causing her curled pink mane to flounce to and fro. “No, just long enough for the breadsticks to arrive.” She flinched as she looked at him, a blush tinging her cheeks red, before she grabbed a menu and hid behind it. “S-so, what would you like to order?”

Flash grabbed the second menu in a wing and scanned over the surprisingly diverse list of items. “The spanish garlic mushrooms sound good. Haven’t had those since Cadance dragged me to Mazein.” He glanced upwards and smirked as he noticed Twinkleshine dart back behind her menu. “What were you thinking of?”

“The pepper soup sounds appealing, especially since I do enjoy spicier food.” She dropped the menu before her and hid behind her mane. “W-would you care for some wine?”

“No, thank you.” Twinkleshine hung her head, crestfallen. “It’s nothing to do with you or the location, I just prefer to be alert during my meet-ups to make sure my partner for the evening can consent.” He smiled warmly. “I like to make sure I’m never someone’s bad experience.”

“P-partner, huh? That… that sounds nice.” She smiled before a frown took over her expression and she fidgeted uncomfortably in place. “You know that I’m—” She gulped. “—a trans mare?”

“So, you identify as a mare and prefer to be known as such?”

“Yes,” Twinkleshine answered quietly.

“Good enough for me.” Flash closed the menu and put it to one side.

“That’s it?” She asked, surprised.

Flash shrugged. “Sure, not like I’ve ever really cared what I’m working with before.” He gave a beaming grin. “Besides you seem really nice, and I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better, however that may be.”

She smiled and Flash thought she looked radiant as she did.

“So, how do you want to do this?” Flash asked. “Just a nice date between two ponies. Some conversation over good food then leave on good terms?”

Twinkleshine looked thoughtful for a moment. “Well, I would prefer you treat me as any other pony you would go on a date with, so how would you do this normally?”

“Presuming I have full consent…?” Twinkleshine nodded. “I would start things off pretty heated.”

“Like?” Twinkleshine asked with an innocent tilt of her head.

He smirked as he caressed her inner thigh with the primaries of his left wing. She sucked in a breath in surprise, and Flash took the moment to add more pressure. He massaged the area slowly and sensually.

“This,” he said, “I’m not much for circling the issue. If I’m attracted, I’m attracted. I prefer to skip straight to the intimate parts.”

“That’s — oh! — very forward of you. Do you do this—” she gasped as Flash started rubbing her flanks with his free wing “—everytime?”

“I’d say some charming quip about how I do this only for the ones I like, but we wouldn’t even be having this date if I didn’t like you in some capacity.”

“I enjoy the honesty, now — ah!” she called out as he groped her playfully “—do you mind if I take the lead for a bit?”

“Of course, feel free. It is your date.”

“Then if you could pause for a moment, please?” Flash stopped and folded his wings at his side. Twinkleshine then rang the bell with a pulse of her magic. “Now, make sure you get our orders right and, whatever you do, don’t give up the game.” She winked and ducked under the table.

Flash furrowed his brow. “What do you—”

The door opened and a stallion dressed in a standard server’s uniform. He was significantly more welcoming in his demeanor than the previous. “Hello, sir. What can I get for you?” He scanned the room then looked back at Flash with a confused expression. “Was there not also a young mare in here with you?”

“Yes, she went to the bathroom,” Flash lied following Twinkleshine’s request. He took a moment to recall her order from their earlier conversation. “So, I’ll have— umf!”

“Sir?” The server asked.

Biting down on his lip hard, Flash felt Twinkleshine lick the flare of his cock. Immediately he felt his dick unsheathe. He heard a coo of appreciation from Twinkleshine from under the table.

“S-sorry, I will have the — ah! — bean casserole, I-I mean Spanish Garlic Mushrooms!” He shivered in delight as Twinkleshine took in his thickening cockhead and began to lightly suck. His shaft began to thicken and grow in earnest to the new sensations brought forth by her tongue.

“Excellent choice, Sir,” the server answered with a smile. “And for the lady?”

“S-she will have the—” he bit back a horny moan as she gulped down the first inch of his rigid cock “—uh, ravioli! Ah!” she bit his shaft lightly with her teeth. “I-I mean the, uh, pepper soup!”

“Good, good, any sides? Appetizers?” The server grinned lecherously. “Condoms for the gentlecolt?”

“W-what?” Flash said flustered. “I don’t—” his face flushed as he connected the dots. “You’re in on this aren’t you?”

“We at the bistro cater to certain clientele who wish you to partake of meals and certain desserts.” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You would not be the first stallion I’ve walked in on getting blown under the table, though,” he glanced at what of Flash’s shaft that showed, admiring the girth and light blue fluff around the base, “you are definitely on the higher end of what we usually cater to.”

Uncaring now that he knew the rules in place, he moaned in pleasure as Twinkleshine licked along the length of his shaft, taking extra care to hit every sensitive point along his cock. “Compliment appreciated,” he panted out.

The server gave a friendly grin. “You are most welcome, and the food shall be here shortly. Just remember, if you need anything, ring the bell.” His grin took a more lecherous turn. “And I do mean anything.”

With their orders taken, the server then left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Twinkleshine poked her head out from under the tablecloth, climbed up Flash and draped her forelegs over Flash’s withers, a cocksure grin spread on her face.

“I told you not to give up the game.” She giggled and bopped him on the nose. “You barely held on past the first order.”

“Sompony didn’t give me any warning, and, Twinks, I don’t know what stallion could possibly hold it together after being serviced like that.” He rubbed Twinkleshine’s back with his wings, earning an appreciative hum. “Now, what are you doing up here? You seemed pretty intent with my cock not a minute ago.”

“W-well, I was admiring the view from below and I, um—” her face flushed as her mane fell over to hide her eyes from view. She gulped. “Well, I guess I was just wondering if you wanted to… kiss?”

Brushing her mane away, he cupped her face with a hoof and leaned forward, inching closer to her lips. He stopped just short allowing her to give silent consent. After a moment’s hesitation, she closed the space between them and locked lips with him.

They delved into each other, willingly trapped in a passionate moment of their making. Enraptured in the heat of the moment, Flash took time to begin exploration of her body with a roving hoof, but stopped he felt her tense in place.

He broke off. “Do you need me to stop?” He asked gently.

She took a deep steadying breath. “I want you to keep going, but…” she bit her lip nervously, “my body isn’t fully… it’s not… it’s not all me yet and I don’t want you to find something…” she shrunk within herself, “I just want you to see me how I want to be seen.”

Flash lightly kissed her on the lips. “I already see you as a mare and anything I may find doesn’t change that, but I won’t go where you don’t want me to.”

She froze in indecision for a moment before kissing Flash on the lips again. “Go where you want, but if I say no—”

“I stop immediately.” He kissed her back. “Just make sure to tell me. Keep me in the loop. I’ll never be mad if you interrupt me because you’re uncomfortable.”

“Okay, Flash. You can keep going.”

They returned to their locked embrace as Flash took the time to explore the curves of her body with his hooves.

Twinkleshine was lean, heftier in the rear with hard muscle underneath a soft layer of fat. His cock voiced his approval and preference. A guttural groan left his mouth as he groped and massaged her thick flanks, enjoying the size and feel of them.

Moving upwards, his hooves approached her groin. He stayed his course when he felt her tense once more under him. He waited patiently until she moved his hoof the rest of its course thus granting him permission to roam.

Finally at his destination, he felt along the shaft of her dick. It wasn’t long, not even halfway up his own, nor was it girthy, but it was softer to the touch unlike the hard ridges of his own.

He stroked it gently up and down causing Twinkleshine to groan into his mouth in pleasure. Carefully keeping note of her reactions, he pressed her cock against his. Grasping both in a wing, he pumped them together.

Her breath hitched as she pulled away looking at him with half lidded eyes, a strand of mane falling over her face. He tucked it behind her ear as she pouted at him.

“What?” Flash said with a teasing grin as he enjoyed the pleasurable sensation of her cock riding along his own.

“It’s not fair,” Twinkleshine said petulantly. “How can you possibly — umf — be this perfect?”

Flash released a harsh bark of laughter. “I hardly think I’m perfect.” He laughed against her glare. “No, really. I’ve made a ton of mistakes before, and if I’m being honest I have my own naughty secrets.”

“Like what?” Twinkleshine asked with genuine curiosity.

He smiled bitterly. “I have a massive crush on my best friend’s fiance.” He sighed helplessly. “My seemingly very straight best friend’s fiance.”

She winced. “Oof, I’m sorry, Flash. That must suck.”

He shrugged. “Feelings are feelings. Nothing wrong with having them, just wrong to act on them in this case.” He nuzzled her neck with his snout. “Now, I’d rather talk about you some more. Are you enjoying this?”

“I am.” She bit her lip. “Are you feeling… ready to cum?”

He grinned as he kissed the crook of her neck. “Any time, but as an aside, if you don’t mind I love a loud mare. Especially an encouraging one.”

“Oh, well in that case…” She smiled teasingly as she brought his surprised face up to hers with a guiding hoof. “Get to work, stud.”

Flash grinned as he pumped both their cocks together in earnest causing both of them to pant heavily from the pleasure racing through them.

“Yes, yes! Just like that, stud.” Twinkleshine said perkily. Flash snorted and felt his balls clench in response. “Buck, yes! Yes!” She gyrated her hips, increasing the friction and driving them to higher heights of pleasure. “Keep going — oh! — yes! It feels amazing! Come on, Flash. Cum for me, stud. You can— ah! AH!”

Flash snorted, releasing a cloud of hot air as cum surged up his shaft. He cried out alongside Twinkleshine at a fevered pitch as he exploded across both their chest, coating them in thick white cream.

As he petered off, he fell backwards from his cushion with Twinkleshine clutched close to his chest. She got up on shaky hooves, looking down on him with a teasing smirk. Before he could ask what she was thinking, she ducked down and licked a dollop of his cum off his chest.

She showed off the cum on her tongue before swallowing the entire creamy substance into her mouth.

Flash felt a twitch in his cock despite how spent he felt. “Buck, that was hot,” he whispered.

“Glad you thought so, now, important question, stud,” she asked with a mischievous grin, “what’s your refractory period?”

“Fast,” he answered immediately. He bit his lip. “I don’t suppose you would be willing to have some fun with your back door?”

“I’m sure we can—”

“I see you already had dessert, but hopefully you have enough room for your actual dinner?”

Both turned to see the server wearing a bemused smirk on his face with their entrees on a silver platter. A glance downward showed that he was rock hard and dripping precum onto the floor. He was sizable with plump balls.

Flash looked at Twinkleshine with a quirked eyebrow in question. Twinkleshine tilted her head to one side, unsure of what Flash was asking, then smiled knowingly as she connected the dots.

She turned to the server. “Now, I was a bit busy at the time, but I overheard earlier that you would do anything, right?”

“I did,” the server answered.

“What do you think about stuffed peppers for a second course?” She asked with an impish grin. “You stuff this stud’s mouth while he stuffs mine?” She turned to Flash. “If you’re okay with that?”

“With him?” Flash grinned. “Anytime.”

She turned back to the server. “Does that sound good to you?”

The server smiled widely. “I was hoping you would say that, sir and madam.”