So it was that they talked. A lot of it was nothing specific, just feeling one another out. "I must know." Fancy regarded his new girlfriend intently. "What do you see, when you look at me?"

Shoot. Blossom stammered a moment. "Goin' right fer the throat."

"I don't mean any harm by it, I assure." He took a sip from his bubbling red glass. "It's just you two... three? You have a strong opinion of me, I feel."

"And ya don't have no opinion ah me?" Blossom smirked as she asked it, knowing that wasn't true. "Ain't foolin' nopony."

Fancy colored lightly. "Point... I have spoken how I feel about you. Would you return the favor?"

"Well... alright." She stood up and approached, touching her nose to his mane. "Yer jus' so perfect! Always well upkept. Ya even smell nice." She took a sniff of his mane, done up so... perfectly. "But it ain't just that. Ain't that hard to find a pretty pony. But ya walk the walk, as they say. Kind, generous, and caring. Ya got bits, sure, but ya don't hold them over other ponies to stand over 'em. Ya treat it like a responsibility, ta make the world a better place. Ah can respect that!"

Fancy sat up proudly at the description. "How flattering... I do try, though even I don't always reach that mark..." He coughed into a hoof. "This aside... Thank you. Now, this may sound... curious... but what do you see that attracts you, on a... shall we say, personal level? Fine enough to see a good pony, but you aren't smitten with all fine ponies, are you?"

"N-no! Ain't like that fer sure." Visions of many ponies that she could rate as fine flitted through her mind. "Um, like Princess Twilight."

Fancy inclined his head. "Since you named her, I am curious. What are your thoughts of one of our newer princesses?"

"Right smart." Blossom thought of the bookish alicorn. "Real clever, but focused. Real focused." She brought her hooves together close. "When she gets somethin' in her sights, ain't nothin' else matters. A bit overfocused fer my tastes, but a good pony."

"That sounds like an accurate review. She was like that from her foal days onwards." He chuckled softly at the memory of it, though a new thought came to it. "I will ask a sensitive question. Let's whisper the answer to one another." He leaned in and whispered a number to Blossom. "My age."

She brightened swiftly. "Oh!" She returned the favor. "Yer older than me."

"I am." He gathered himself, perhaps readying for denial. "Not too broadly as to be an impropriety, thankfully. You and Sugar appear to be of similar age. Does this bother you?"

Blossom took a moment to consider that. "Um... Ya know... it ain't that big a difference..." As Fancy had said, a seperation, but a mild one. "Actually... makes me feel relaxed. Like ah can trust ya to know which way is up." She leaned in, touching her nose to his cheek. "Will ya help me learn that?"

Fancy chuckled softly, smiling and pleased with the contact. "As if you haven't already figured that out, m'lady. I dare say you've learned more about 'up' as a direction than I ever will." He reached out, stroking along one of her wings gently. "But I will be a steadfast companion, this I can and will promise."

Blossom colored, but it felt like she was blushing in more places than usual, warm on the inside and out. Oh! Oh.... Oh. "Um..." How a lady felt when she was attracted was not the same as a stallion, and she was soaking in it. "Ah should go. We just took this step."

He withdrew his hoof, not stopping her. "We did... but what are you avoiding?" He looked around the sitting room. "I thought we were just enjoying the conversation."

Blossom squirmed at being asked so bluntly. "Um... Sorry, it ain't you. Mah mind's gone off wanderin' to other thin's."

"Are they things proper to share, or shall we avoid them?" He put a hoof on his chest. "I will not force you in either event. I am the pony on trial, not you."

"R-right..." Fancy was the one they were 'dating', the one that could become part of things, maybe... "Right." But how did she even express what she was feeling? "Have ya... ever dated a mare afore?"

"This isn't my first time," he admitted. "Usually one to one, I admit." He could see Blossom's reaction. "Oh... Am I your first? I thought that... impossible, seeing as you have Sugar Belle as a paramour."

Blossom awkwardly rubbed at her cheek. "Right, sure... Big Mac, now he's been on a few dates... and he went and gotta girlfriend even!" She pointed at herself. "But Orchard Blossom's a bit newer at this..." Sure, there was that one time she got naughty with her inherited girlfriend, but she casually left that out. "Ain't never been with a stallion in either case! Um, that ain't to say..." She nervously paced in place. "Ain't sayin' that's a bad thing, ya bein' a stallion... Yer, um, right handsome! Um..."

"But you are, to... put it simply... a virgin as a mare. I see." He sat gently. "Then I can but promise that, should we ever advance to where that becomes relevant, I will proceed only as I am permitted, and with your safety and comfort at the top of my mind."

Blossom gaped at him a moment. Why did he have to be so gosh darn perfect?! "Y-yeah..." But there was another part. "Um, Big Mac ain't been with a stallion either. This is a whole new idea... Stallion and a mare..."

"The usual fitting," agreed Fancy with a heavy sigh. "Why I shoved the thought thoroughly to the side... I was... I was ashamed, if we're being honest, which I hope we are. A stallion should save their eyes for a mare! At least, that was the thought I held close..." He inclined his head at Blossom. "But then this stallion happens on me that is a mare. What confusion you brought to me when I learned the truth of it. That is no mark against you. Your affairs are your concern. My reaction to them is mine."

Blossom perked, picking up something. "So... yer a virgin, um, that way. We both are."

"So it would seem." Fancy offered a hoof. "We'll take that gently then?"

Blossom met the hoof in a firm clop. "Gently then. Um... But let's put that aside. Ya can chat Big Mac thin's wit' Big Mac. He's a grown pony, can handle his own business."

"Absolutely," agreed Fancy without reservation. "Today is between the mare, Orchard Blossom, and myself. That she has a 'brother' in a sense, is outside the scope of this conversation."

Blossom caught in place a moment. Brother? Well... in a way... "We're awful intimite sibs. Applejack don't know half of what Big Mac does. Ain't lettin' her into here." She tapped at her head. "Generally private."

"But you do invite ponies in, sometimes." He spread his hooves over the room. "Is that not what we're doing right now? Sharing a peek into the private area, to see what others they would forbid from."

"Ya... got a point." They were sharing, allowing the other to see secrets. "Um... Becomin' a mare's been a strange journey. Wouldn'ta thought much 'bout a stallion 'xcept bein' a friend or what not. Got a few of those. Um... But..." She brought up her hooves to worry on each other. "But... When ah saw you, as me." She turned the hoof on herself, the mare. "Other thoughts startin' comin' right up... Didn't know what to do with it. It was kinda scary actually..."

"If it helps, I was just as alarmed... but I feel that fading. You are not just some faceless target of fascination anymore." He offered a hoof. "We are becoming closer, and I welcome that change." It seemed to click, something else. "Oh... That is a specifically... You are feeling things only a mare would understand." He coughed into that hoof gently, aborting the offer. "I could speak of the stallion view of attraction, but you are already familiar with that."

"Y-yeah... We both know what that's like. Fer a mare, it's different." She glanced away and back. "Wanna hear?"

Fancy's ears quivered at this invitation. "Hm? I usually presume a mare's thoughts, especially in matters like this, to be a secret held only for, at most, other mares to hear."

"Well, lucky fer you, ah know what it's like." She moved in closer to him. "And ah'd know, been there. Get mighty curious, what's runnin' through a mare's mind. If we're tryin' to be a thin', ah'd rather you know what's goin' on up here. Ain't nothin' gained keepin' it quiet."

"Your trust is... I appreciate it." He dipped his head towards her and drained the last of his magically held glass. "I will do my best to use it responsibly." A slow smile spread. "Does that mean you'll be informing Miss Sugar Belle of our stallion secrets?"

Blossom raised a hoof limply in the air. "Huh..." She let the hoof fall to the ground with a clop. "Ya got a point... If ah ain't comfortable tellin' her that, ain't much fair fer me to go tellin' you 'bout mare thin's..."

"Curious as I am." Fancy willed his glass aside to rest on a table. "Fair is fair. Propriety wins out in this case, unless you decide to treat us equally. Now, if you wish to whisper to my maid, she is a mare, and she will not inform me of mare secrets, this I promise. She is at least a step seperate of this... And can be trusted. A maid who can't keep a secret is of limited use, I dare say."

"Huh." Blossom thought of that nice mare. "We got alon' just fine... might take you up on that. Still... Um... Well, we're datin'... Guess it ain't entire improper to jus' out an' say... Ah like ya." Blossom waved over Fancy. "Physically... Ya know? Not even countin' how nice a pony you are. Ah... Kinda want to..." Well, they were dating, in theory. It was entirely legit! Right?

"Want..." She grabbed him suddenly, fiercely hugging him close. This was not the way Fancy was wired, and he went still as she just cuddled him agressively, enjoying his presence and scent. "That was just as good as ah was thinkin' it would be...Better maybe." She released him, dark in her cheeks, not that he was much better. "We should... do that again."

"As often as you wish," he got out through tense lips. "I admit, my prior lady friends were not so... physical."

Blossom froze, minus a mild trembling. "Did ah do that wrong? Are ya mad?!"

"No, no, heavens no." He shook a hoof at that thought. "I am, if we are blunt, thrilled. You are permitted to embrace me whenever the fancy comes." He coughed into a hoof. "In privacy. In public, propriety prevents either of us from leaping on the other. Improper. Much as I would like to show off to the world what a lovely mare has decided to keep me company. Let's keep that to civil levels."

Blossom only looked more fascinated. "Alright, so, let's pretend we are in public. How would ya show you were my girlfriend?"

Fancy gave that due consideration. "It depends on the sorroundings, but let's assume we are at a proper ball setting." He backed away, just to come back in closer. "M'lady, I had a feeling you were here. The room felt too bright for any other reason." His magic wrapped around her hoof, gently lifting it, only as fast as Blossom allowed. "As if I could tolerate being anywhere without you." He placed the gentlest kiss on the back of her hoof.

Why did it feel like her entire hoof was on fire? And her face, for that matter. Oh, she was dying. But at least she'd die happy. Blossom sank back onto her haunches. "That'll do..." A thought came to her though. "Do ya go kissin' any other hooves?"

"If the circumstances demand it, certainly." He nodded as if that were obvious. "But to approach a mare and begin that way, with those words? The meanings are quite clear. I doubt any pony could mistake it."

Author's Note

Blossom is becoming lost in Fancy Pant's fanciness.

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