Blossom let out a slow sigh of breath, glistening with the sweat of the event. "Gonna have to take notes on that."

"Hm?" He nuzzled along one of her ears. "It was to your liking, I hope?"

"Oh, yeah! Um, I meant for the other me. He could use a few tips on how to treat a mare." She had a clear mental image of those times as Big Mac. They had been different from how Fancy had worked her over. "That was magic..."

"Now, much as I don't want to deny your praise." He gently rubbed his snout against her shoulder. "Big Mac and I are different ponies. There is no one perfect way for a stallion and a mare to become one thing. I recommend speaking to Sugar Belle first. She may enjoy your way more than mine, I dare to suggest."

"Now yer just jokin'!" She swatted at him gently, chuckling softly as she rolled over. "Mmm... No, that was good."

"Pleased to hear it." He stood up and offered a hoof. "If you'd like, we can retire to the baths. We both worked up a considerable sweat."

Blossom considered the offer, taking his hoof and standing up with a stretch in the motion. "Mmm... You make a mare feel real good."

With darkened cheeks, he turned away. "Pleased to hear it..."

"Hey." She scurried to his side. "Why ya lookin' like that? Ah ain't your first, am I?"

"No..." He glanced away and back. "But the mares I have shared company with tend to be of... a different nature, and are slower to speak of these things. Their lack of complaint, often the highest praise one can expect. They will inform you of your aesthetic failings or successes. Good fortune to the pony that thinks they can prevent that. But... intimacy? They keep that for quiet whispers among themselves."

Blossom inclined her head. "Um... never learned ta gossip, um... like a proper mare..." She inclined her head towards the door. "Let's--" She slipped, dragging them both with a sudden transition to the bathroom, standing on the tiles instead of the clean wooden floor of his room. "Oh, oops."

"This is the sort of 'oops' I will accept." He glanced about. "I have a spare set of clothing here." He went to the door and cracked it open with a glowing horn. "Please fetch Miss Blossom's attire for us." He closed the door gently. "There. They'll bring it to us. For now, let's enjoy a little bath."

Without delay, already as stripped as he was going to get, Fancy descended into the enormous tub one could mistake for a pool. "Ah, refreshing." He went in deep enough for the water to raise to his neck easily and lounged comfortably.

Blossom followed curiously, down the steps into the water. "Ah never saw you take a bath before."

"Hm?" He turned towards her. "I should imagine it's not much different from any other pony taking a bath."

"Now that ain't true." She raised a hoof from the water. "Fer one, ya ain't actually doin' no washin'!" She grabbed a bottle of shampoo with her magic and brought it over. "Just sittin' in the water won't get ya clean."

"Hm, I typically--" His words died as Blossom got to work cleaning him. "I say! That... is normally a job for the maid..." He watched her with bewildered eyes, but he wasn't fighting her off.

"Most of us don't have no maid." She began lathering up his mane with the shampoo, getting it lost in suds. "Which means we gotta clean ourselves. Bein' cleaned by other ponies, now that feels weird."

"But you're cleaning me." He tapped her, hoof underwater, but so was she. "Is that not strange?"

"Ya done just finished... doin' things..." She squirmed in place. "Washin' up's a step or two down from that... Um." She took half a step back. "But if ya don't want me to?"

He followed her with a soft swish of displaced water. "No! No, this is... Please, continue." He closed his eyes as suds threatened them. "This is new, but not a bad thing."

Blossom touched noses as she came in to meet him, her magic working the shampoo through his mane gently. "Then ah'll get back to it... Um..." She turned herself slightly. "Ya could return the favor."

"Oh!" As if this just hadn't occured to him. It was something he'd trust the maid to handle, but they had aported into the baths without letting her know, so she wasn't there doing it. "I'll do my best..." He took hold of the bottle from her magic, his own mane thoroughly soaped. "Do forgive me if I err."

Blossom sank, the bottom of her snout touching the water as she went to her haunches. "Funny thin'... But this ain't new to me. It's a return to earlier days, really... When I was a little thin', me an Applejack would help each out all the time." She weakly splashed water at Fancy with a thrust of a hoof. "It's a nice way to relax after... that."

"A fine evening." He used more shampoo than was strictly required, making sure he got all of her mane throughly sudsed up. "Since we are being... candid... May I inquire as to my own performance?"

Blossom quirked an ear. "Yer not sure?" That was a surprising idea. "Ya did... fine, more than fine! Ain't gotta single complaint." She considered the event. "Hm, since ya went an' asked... Ah think, next time, we--"

"--So there will be a next time?" The part that caught his attention, he did not conceal.

Blossom splashed at him. "'Course there will be! Ah'm likin' ya... And ya like me, right?"

"Without a doubt." He grabbed a bucket in his magic, filling it with the hot water and spilling it over the both of them, washing the soap free in a great shower.

Blossom squeaked, her thrash muffled by the water they were in. "Ya scamp." She grabbed the bucket from his magic and returned fire in a great deluge of water over Fancy's head. "How do ya like that?"

Fancy shook himself, most of the motion lost to swishing the water, but he got his mane down from sopping to kind wet, an upgrade. "That was quite enjoyable." The anger of the event, lost on him. "Do you want a turn?"

"No, thanks." Blossom set the bucket aside. "Hm?" She turned with him to the door as it opened, allowing the maid to enter with a smile.

"You two look like you're having a fine time. Do you even need my help?" She placed Blossom's clothing in a neat pile. "I can get out of your manes if you'd prefer."

Fancy raised a hoof from the water. "Let's not be hasty. Let me egress. The lady deserves another mare's touch, which I cannot provide." He began to climb free of the bath. "She has already graciously aided me."

"I can see that." She brought over towels and got to drying Fancy dutifully. "If you'd like any finishing touches, you just have to tell me." But she wasn't rushing to do that, and Fancy didn't request it. "I wouldn't either, if my special somepony took the time to help." She patted Fancy gently and nodded. "You know where your clothes are, sir. I'll see to the lady."

"Thank you." He nodded properly and set off to a dresser that had plenty of options to resume being clothed with. "You are, as always, a treat."

The maid lowered towards Blossom. "I can help you finish washing, ma'am. Nice to see you again."

"Nice to see ya too." Blossom made for the steps, ascending as water sluiced from her in sheets. "Would ya beleive ah didn't mean to skip to the baths like this?"

"You didn't?" She was on Blossom, attacking her with scrubbing towels and glowing magic as she dutifully got her care nice and dry. "What were you trying to do then?"

"I was thinkin' 'bout it, the bath." She pointed to the vacated tub. "But then we were here. It was... like a slip, fer me. Sorry."

"Some trip." The maid grabbed a bottle in her magic, spritzing at Blossom with a mild perfume. "You got where you wanted to be, so I can't rightly say that was a bad way to go. Still, if you had informed me, I would have been ready to assist." She set the bottle aside to snatch some brushes, attacking Blossom's tail and mane with equal vigor. "It is my job, ma'am."

"Don't mean to take that from you." Blossom did her best to relax under the care, even if a few knots were found and tugged free along the way. "Ya take it serious."

"Quite serious." She patted Blossom with the soft end of a brush and ran it down across her flank and rump. "And you'll look, and feel, better for it. Sir, did you want a brushing?"

"I'm just fine, I assure." Standing, dressed and proper, Fancy adjusted his tie as he turned towards them. "I had plans, as you know. Can you see they're informed I won't be making it?"

Blossom twisted in his direction with a squeak of a few hooves on the tiles. "What? You never cancel appointments! That's... not proper."

Fancy closed with her, barely touching noses. "There are a few thing worth taking the time for. Spending the evening with you? Worth it, my dear. This is a special evening, and I won't hear a word of ruining it. We will spend every mintue of it, luxuriating in the luxury of one another's company. How does that sound?"

Blossom flipped her ears back, but they perked a moment later. "Sounds... right nice..."

"Then we are in agreement. Kindly." The maid dashed off to see his will done. "The only question is how we will spend this evening, together. You are my guest. Shall we sample something delicious, or see something worth seeing, or perhaps... you would prefer we simply spend the time together, with not another pony in sight?"

Blossom gave that some proper consideration. "Hm." She inclined her head left and right. "Ah feel guilty askin' so quick, and after you just got all clean..."

Fancy pinned his ears back. "Madame..." He coughed into a hoof. "It is my job, my duty, I dare say... Let us enjoy the evening, and that can be a fine sending off, as it were. Now, you were going to speak on the 'next time'. Do you wish to share that now, seeing as it may come sooner than I first imagined it."

"Oh, well..." She rubbed behind her head. "Well, ya see... When ah was with Sugar Belle, ah was the big pony, had to be careful on top. Didn't want to hurt her none... Um... ya ain't got that problem. Um, Ah... wanted to be belly to belly, so ah could look in yer eyes." She rubbed at one of her burning cheeks. "If that don't bother ya too--" But she faltered, allowing him to grab her hoof in his magic.

"Speak plainly, m'lady. I am listening." He released her hoof to bow his entire front down. "The worst answer you can expect from me is a cordial denial."

"R-right! Yeah... Um... So... face to face... Don't much mind top or bottom there... Ah'm still kinda bigger, so probably bottom? Ain't a funny place fer a mare to be, but..."

Fancy brushed Blossom's mane free of her face. "Either way sounds enchanting. Something to look forward to, later. For now." He kissed the end of her nose. "Let's get that dinner I was offering earlier. Just the two of us. Let's discuss the future, and ourselves. We have quite the interesting family."

"One more thing!" she blurted out with a bad blush. "Big Mac... Ah mean... Ah ain't never been with no stallion... as a stallion... I'm... Ah'm scared, alright? Not sure... Just kinda scared..." She shuffled in place. "Me an' him. We're both kinda nervous."

"Well... I put tonight's fears to rest, I hope." He guided her towards the dining hallway. "We'll put that to a gentle test as well."

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