Blossom spread one wing wide, looking it over critically. She spread the other for a turn, nodding with approval. "Finally." All her flight feathers were back and ready to get to work. And so was the rest of her! She grabbed a phone with her magic and got to swirling the rotary dial around with a hoof. "Hey, Officer Blossom here. Wings are all sorted out. Ready fer work."

"Good to hear from you." Papers shuffled around the dispatch. "But you're off the schedule for another night. Enjoy some relaxation. That's an order. See you tomorrow." Without even waiting for a reply, the line went cold.

Blossom huffed, restored wings fidgeting with annoyance. Someone gave her the order, so she remained silent. So much for royal opinions on the matter, not that she'd built a habit of trying to browbeat ponies with her princess title. Mostly the opposite, thinking about it. Well, at least it meant she was succeeding at that. She was just an officer who had scheduled time off after getting hurt.

But she still had an evening! "Ain't sittin' here." She willed the window open and leaped free of it onto restored wings, hovering easily. "Nice to have these workin'." She closed the door with a nod and a glow of magic. "First..." She was no longer in front of her window, instead standing in front of a gate. "Let's see if he's in."

She knocked on the gate. Quiet was her reply, at least for what felt like forever. The door to the manor opened and the butler stepped out. "Ah, Lady Blossom. You're looking better, this evening."

"Feelin' better too." His presence meant she could open the gate without feeling guilty, so she did that, willing it open and closed behind herself. "Is Fancy in?"

"He is." He turned back towards the house. "Follow me. I'll inform him of your arrival, madame." So he led her right inside to the sitting room she had become quite familiar with. "Can I get you a drink while you wait?"

"Somethin' fizzy, not bein' picky." She sat up in the chair, enjoying its push material. "Thanks kindly."

"Certainly." He placed a brightly colored glass within her reach and hurried off.

Blossom discovered the fizzy drink had some mild touch of something alcoholic in it. Not a lot, but there, among the fizz. Rich ponies...

Fancy emerged from the halls with a bright smile. "Orchard Blossom! And looking whole once more." He closed with her even as she stood up, and they met in a mutual hug. He kissed each of her cheeks. "Even more radiant as you begin to move. To what do I owe this delight?"

Blossom returned the kisses with fond nuzzles and an almost purr. "I was ready to return to work, but they said that'd have to wait for tomorrow."

"Criminal," he crooned sympathetically. "Well, far be it from me to savor your defeat, but it does mean I get to enjoy your company for the evening. Have you eaten?"

"Had a little snack," she weakly defended, knowing it was nothing compared to what Fancy was used to.

"We can hardly accept that." He moved around her towards another chair. "Shall I summon us something significant?"

"Ain't here for that." She gently waved it off with a smile, not angry. "Ah'm here for somethin' even tastier." She colored at her phrasing, but didn't take it back either. "Fancy, ah'd like... to have a private conversation."

"I say..." A mare being that blunt was not a usual circumstance for him. "Have we reached that level? I thought I was still being measured on my worth?"

"An' how am ah supposed to measure that worth if I never put my hooves on it?" She fluttered her lashes. "A test run's in order, I do think. Um... Fer both of us."

"Both of us?" Fancy inclined his head. "You have nothing to prove, I assure."

"Yes, ah do!" She hopped from her seat. "Ah'm... scared, Fancy. Never done this before. But ah want to. Can ya help?"

Fancy slid to his hooves in less of a jump. "Gentle breaths." He took a few of those as if to show it. "I am not reprimanding you." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "This conversation cannot continue... here..." He walked off.

Blossom trailed after him. "W-where?" They went up a flight of stairs to a room she hadn't been in before. "What's--" She trailed off when he opened it. The purpose of the room seemed clear enough. It was a bedroom. It was a room with a bed. That bed was enormous and well made, in all terms of the word.

Fancy stepped inside and turned back towards her. "Madame... You do not have to follow me." But the option was there, and being extended.

Blossom licked her lips with her thick tongue. "Ayup..." She stepped past that last line, into the room. Her glowing horn closed the door behind her. "Um... So we're alone... Ah was sayin'..."

"This is your first time." Fancy sat on his haunches, not near the bed, or much of anything else. "At all? I confess, I struggle to imagine the... other half of you struggling to find a willing partner, had you the wish."

Blossom darkened at that. "He's only recently come out of his shell... But no, he was with one mare before Sugar Belle... So..." She shook her head. "That ain't helpful. Ah ain't a stallion." She pointed at herself. "Ah'm a mare! Never did it as a mare before. If that don't count as a virgin, what does?"

"My aplogies." Fancy dipped his head. "That was inconsiderate of me. Still... that does count. It means you are not unfamiliar with the intimacy involved, just the... particulars elude you." He waved for her to come closer. We can explore those together, slowly, at a comfortable pace. There is no need for urgency at this time, I assure."

Blossom came in and sat right next to him, leaning over to rest her considerable frame against his. "That sounds right nice... Fancy... ah wanna be with you. Ah'm hopin' it'll be, um, fun for both of us."

"Ideally," he got out in a little chuckle. "But, I insist, you will tell me if ever it is not. The comfort and delight of our partner is of the utmost importance." His glowing horn gave a little pull at the shoulder of her dress. "Shall I remove this?"

"Only if ah can return the favor." She willed his monocle free gently, setting it on the nightstand in the room. "It's, um.. time fer just two ponies, and no accessories."

"Excellently stated." He touched noses with her, magic pulling her free carefully of her garb. He gestured at his bow tie.

She took the hint, tugging it free with hooves and magic in concert. "Um, let me know if ah mess up either..." What did a mare do, as part of the act? She knew what a stallion did. That felt like the more active part of things. Surely they did things too! Fancy expected her to do those parts.

Fancy set his hoof on her shoulder. "Soft breaths. We are, I remind, fond ponies. I want you to be happy. You are no servant of mine."

"No..." She kicked off her horseshoes, entirely bared to the world. "That don't mean ah'm not worried 'bout messin' up." She grabbed his shirt, not with her magic or hooves, but her teeth, pulling it right over Fancy's surprised face. She spat it out to the side with a cocky smirk that turned into horror. "Was that too much?!"

Fancy chuckled warmly. "I would say not. As a mare with a stallion's perspective, you should be able to see that it had the correct response."

Blossom dared to look down. Yep! Turned out Fancy was male. He was showing off that fact with a length of twitching pony virility that advertised clearly that he was quite interested in what was going on. "Ah..." She rubbed her cheek. "Ah never saw one that wasn't mah own." She reached for it, running her hooves slowly along that turgid spear. "Different from the other side..."

Fancy let out a sigh, even as he tensed, caught in the conflicting contentment and excitement of the situation. "Take your time..." he got out slowly. "There is no rush..."

Blossom could hear an unspoken few words there. He wasn't rushing, but he'd like to go faster... if she let him. But how did she feel about the matter? Examining him felt safe... and good. He was so firm under her hooves. The way he squirmed made her smile. She knew the spots. She teased that thick ring of flesh, the medial ring, making him jump with every slow tease.

He was leaking in brief spurts from her motions, so very ready for the next step of things, but was she? She wanted... to see what came next. She liked the pony she was playing with. Only fear held her back. "Nope."

"No?" Fancy was leaning back, surrendered to Blossom's explorations. "Is something wrong?"

"Yup, but nope. Ain't gonna accept that." Blossom released him and stood up. She turned away from him, presenting her round bottom towards him with her tail flagging up and out of the way. "Ah want you to do what ya wanna do... Time to be a grown pony 'bout it."

She couldn't see him, but she could hear him standing up and getting closer. Any moment... She expected that weight, that presence and warmth. It thrilled part of her with the idea, despite any amount of fear.

But it didn't come. Instead, he nuzzled one of her rumps, breath washing over her fur. "Since you've invited me..." And he did what he wanted, which wasn't to mount her, but to worship her with slow nuzzles and nips that made her jump and shiver. She felt warm in a whole new way and intensity. He was working her up so easily. "Lovely mare... Thank you for accepting me."

"Y-yeah..." She felt some strange new flex from back there. What had happened? She peeked back over herself, trying to see, but all that came into view was Fancy praising her back end.

Fancy noticed her look, smiling gently. "My lady, you've given the most genuine motion a mare can give that she is ready for the next step." He kissed her on the lips, the wrong lips, or perhaps exactly the right ones. "I accept your invitation. But, before I do, do I have permission from the other end of you?"

Blossom burst into laughter. "Y-yes! Ya got that permission already. Done ordered you, silly stallion." She squared her stance firmly. "Show me what it's like, bein' a mare in this..."

But the weight wasn't coming. He nipped at the base of her tail instead, prompting it to jump. "Being a mare is all of this." He ran his nose across the base of her tail onwards. "It's being worshipped by the stallions that know they are fortunate to be in your presence, and every loving touch they made on your divine body. It's knowing you could cast me aside and deny me any further, should you wish it, but also knowing that I am here because of my fierce passion, and wish to see you pleased."

She felt... warm, ready... "Ah'm ready! Stop teasin' me!"

"As you command." He slid up, not thumping on her, but sliding over her like a warm blanket of love. He hugged her gently from above, wriggling himself into proper position. "Just... to be clear, madame... This doesn't make you a mare. You were that long before tonight. This is a celebration of what already was."

Blossom burst into giggles, swatting at him with her magic. "Ah'm ready," she repeated all the more firmly. "No more words."

"No more words." And he pressed gently against her, not battering her gates, but asking permission to enter, sliding into her depths like the proper lover he was. He showed her how to dance from the other side, and they enjoyed their waltz together.

Author's Note

Blossom dives into things, and enjoys it. Fancy Pants is a true gentlepony when it comes to the arts, which she appreciates, but only so far.

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