A Cheery Household Herd

Fleur was allowed into Pale’s home and she was accompanied by…

Tempest Shadow.

These mares were familiar with Pale thanks to his work to save Equestria. But now, they were interested in him for more…private reasons.

“...first off,” Tempest explained, “I would like to apologize.”

“For what?” Pale asked, tilting his head.

“For doubting you,” she continued, “I’m sure you’ve faced lots of doubt over the years in reference to your abilities. And I’m ashamed to admit that I was one of them.” She stopped for a moment to sigh, “...Do you recall when we first met and I stated that I found it surprising that a stallion was leading a charge to keep the world safe.”

Pale tapped the side of his head until he recalled exactly what she meant. “Hm? Oh yes. I suppose I do recall that. But it’s not your fault. Most of the ponies in power who have kept the world safe just so happened to be mares, so your surprise was understandable.”

Tempest shook her head. “Even so, it was a remark that was rather…unfair to you as a stallion, and I’d like to apologize for it.”

Likewise, Fleur would also explain herself for her past misdeeds. “And I…admittedly thought lowly of earth ponies such as yourself before I got to know you. It’s my own fault for being stuck within unicorn society for so long that I forgot just how important each pony race is to the world.”

“...Huh…” Pale muttered under his breath. All this time, these two mares had their own biases against him in one way or another, but now they were seeking to rectify their lapses in judgment over the way they treated him in the past.

Something Pale wasn’t exactly very keen on.

“There’s no need to force yourself to make anything up to me,” he replied dismissively, “I--no--we all kinda deal with biases that people have against us every now and again. So there’s no need to worry about me.”

“...About that…”

About an hour earlier…

“You two are gonna make it up to him for what you’ve done. And don’t worry, if you do it right, he’ll make it fun for you both,” Cheerilee proposed to Fleur and Tempest as they stood outside of her door.

“Yes Ms. Cheerilee,” Tempest said with a nod, “Of course. He’s done so much for us that I believe he deserves to be compensated for our…callous thoughts. Stallions like he are rare, but they’re much greater than I ever imagined.”

“Yes,” Fleur agreed, as she shook her head, “I can’t believe I was foolish enough to think earth ponies like you weren’t worth anything.”

Cheerilee smirked at them both. “Just be lucky I don’t hogtie you both up for it and get the paddle out. My orders to you both are a mercy compared to that.”

Both mares shuddered at the thought and flicked their tails.

“O-of course,” Tempest replied, “I humbly accept the punishment you’ve laid out for me.”

“Y-yes…as do I,” Fleur added shakily.

“Good girls,” Cheerilee said with a devious smirk, “Now go on. Face your punishment.”

In the present…

Once they finished recapping Pale on what Cheerilee told them, the stallion rolled his eyes.

“Of course she did something so crazy,” he chuckled, “Well, I can’t exactly refuse her orders. Seeing as she’s top mare and all. So what exactly is your ‘punishment’?”

Fleur levitated a note over to him so that he could read it. “...that’s pretty much it. She wants us to do everything on this list. I looked it over and it sounds rather fun, actually.”

“Same here,” Tempest added, “Of course--we won’t go ahead with anything without your confirmation, Mr. Vestige.”

Once Pale was finished reading over the list, he let out a shrill whistle. “Whoo….sounds devious indeed. Before we get started: Are you both 100% okay with this?”

The both of them nodded assuredly.

“Yes,” Tempest replied as she trotted up to Pale, “I…admittedly don’t know what it’s like to make love to a stallion, so this will be a new experience for me.”

“Same here, ironically enough,” Fleur said with a sarcastic grin, “I was a model, sure--but I never really let anyone get too close to me. Now it’s…got me all alone.”

Given their current situations, Pale found it necessary to not only follow his wife’s orders, but to give them what they’ve secretly desired all these years.

“Well then, if we’re all in agreement: Let us begin.”

ZAP!

In a flash of magic from Moondancer’s relic, the entire scene would change to adapt to what was written on that sheet of paper alongside the anthro spell.

Things would start off in a regal-looking throne room of a castle where Sir Vestige--a gallant knight--would enter in a suit of sterling silver armor.

Tempest Shadow, living out her fantasy, was now a queen seating upon a regal throne of gold with one leg crossed over the other. The red and black corset dress conformed to her body and pushed up her well-endowed bosoms alongside thigh-high heels that exposed a good portion of her legs. Standing next to her was Fleur-De-Lis who acted as one of her guards, holding a lance as she stood next to Tempest’s throne wearing a skimpy, amazonian blue silk cloth that covered only her large chest and pelvis that was adorned with jewels.

“Queen Shadow,” Pale began, “Your days of terror are over. I’ve defeated all of your pathetic knights on my way here so you have nothing left to stand on.”

Tempest got up from her throne, and approached Pale with her chest bouncing and hips swaying alongside her thick thighs in a bid to seduce him. “...Sir Vestige of Old York…you impress me indeed. I knew you were on your way, but this is something I never would’ve expected.”

Pale pointed his glaive at her. “Don’t even try to sway me, witch.”

“But what if I could? Just imagine…all the jewels and mares you could ever dream of…” Tempest offered as she approached him, and drew one of her fingers down her cleavage and pulled on her dress to expose just a bit of her chest to him. “How about it? Care to be my king?”

“Hm…”