The Sublime Serenity

Two Weeks Later

“I see you’ve taken to training well enough.” Sable teased as she walked in on Column, making her blush bright red. Column knew she shouldn’t be embarrassed to have her trainer walk in on her deep-throating her training dildo, but it was something she was still self-conscious over, even after two weeks. “Oh and she blushes, stallions will love the whole innocent look.”

“You told me I should practice every chance I had, I didn’t think you’d walk in on me doing it.” Column said, after the satisfying POP from taking the dildo out of her mouth.

“Don’t let me stop you from training, Column,” Sable remarked, swatting Column’s flank with a wing. “And you picked quite the outfit today. Have plans?”

Column was wrapped in a latex one piece swimsuit, with gloves and socks, all polished to a mirror shine. She blushed again, rubbing her foreleg.

“I, uh, met a colt yesterday and hoped I’d run into him again today.”

“Oooooh.” Sable purred. “You wanted to look sexy for a colt, did you? Were you imagining it was his cock you were sucking just now? The blush says it all. I bet you want him to pull your mane as he fucks your throat.”

Column moaned softly as her nub strained against its cage under her swimsuit.

“That’s all the answer I needed. Well, before you get too far, Miss Dreams and I will have to train you in how you should act around a stallion you want specifically.” Sable said, opening up Column’s wardrobe. “Don’t worry, you’ll still get to see this stallion you’ve got the hots for, but you’re still being trained, that doesn’t end now.”

“Yes, Sable… Do I have to change?” Column asked, walking up next to Sable. A coquettishly short skirt suit was pushed into her chest.

“No, just put this on over your latex. After we finish with Miss Dreams, you can give your crush a little striptease.”

Column bit her lip as she nodded, and slipped into the short skirt and tailored blazer. She loved the feel of the suit over latex, and her shiny black hooves paired well with the houndstooth pattern. A set of glossy, patent horseshoes completed the ensemble, and Column was practically led out of her suite on a leash. She knew well enough to follow Sable wherever the concierge led her.

The eyes of every stallion seemed to be on Column as she and Sable walked through the resort. She made sure to put a coquettish swish in her flanks with every step, making sure each hoof step left a sharp clack. She knew how to arouse stallions, she had gotten very good at it over the last two weeks. One colt even slapped her flank, making her moan like a slut in heat. Sable nodded approvingly.

Hypnotic wasn’t in her office today. She was out on the beach, tended to by a number of her devoted sycophants. Column didn’t know a single one of their names, the group of mares and stallions seemed to change every day, united only in their shared infatuation with the owner of the resort. The throng catered to her every whim, and the rotating cast of stallions had been rewarded more than once by letting Column practice her skills on them rather than her dildo.

“Ah, there you are, Column.” Hypnotic smiled, waving over to them. She turned to her current attendant, a cherry-colored colt with a dreamy expression and an erect cock. “Leave us be, for now, darling. I’ll call you back when I’m ready.”

The colt bowed his head, lazily walking off to a nearby cabana playing host to a casual orgy.

“Good morning, Hypnotic.” Column smiled sheepishly.

“Miss Dreams, Column found a stallion she wants to impress specifically,” Sable said teasingly. “I was wondering if we could move up her… appointment with the twins.”

“An excellent idea, Sable!” Hypnotic exclaimed as she stood up, kissing Column’s cheek. “If our darling Column Erection is going to go after a specific colt, well, we’ve got to make sure she’s ready.”

“E-erection?” Column asked.

“It’s certainly what you enjoy doing, isn’t it?” Hypnotic teased, causing Column to blush. “And I think it fits you quite nicely. I know you agree.”

Any reservations Column may have had evaporated at that. She did agree. ‘Column Erection’ suited her nicely, it was even a cheeky little joke. Hypnotic was right.

“Now then, you be a good girl for me, and I’ll bring you to the twins for your new career.” Hypnotic smiled. That broke through the fog in Column’s mind, if only briefly.

“New career?”

“A mare as gorgeous as you needs options, dear. Nothing is saying you can’t do something alongside architecture.” Hypnotic said. “You trust me, Column. You’ll love it.”

“I do trust you, Hypnotic. You haven’t been wrong with your suggestions yet. So who are ‘the twins’?” Column asked.

‘The Twins’, Starwind and Goldenrod, were, in fact, identical twins, and were seamstresses on loan, as it were, from a lingerie boutique in Canterlot. They were Hypnotic’s adopted daughters, but the three of them acted much more… intimately than familial relations probably should. Hypnotic greeted them both with a kiss, and the two together were far more eager to touch one another on the flank and chin than most siblings.

They were easy to tell apart at least, if only by personality.

“Well, look at this sexy filly!” Starwind exclaimed, taking Column’s hoof to lead her into the photography studio the twins had set up shop in. The moment Hypnotic introduced her, Column knew she was all but at the mercy of the two fashionistas.

“Oh, she’ll be perfect.” Goldenrod nodded, walking over to a large closet. “Column, dear, do you have a preference?”

“A… preference?” Column asked, looking nervously between the two identical mares. “A preference in what?”

“Mom didn’t tell you?” Starwind asked.

“Now isn’t that exactly like her.” Goldenrod chuckled.

“Hypnotic told me you were going to offer me a new career option.” Column explained. “That’s it.”

“Oh, she wanted it to be a surprise then.” Starwind led Column over to the wardrobe with Goldenrod. The two each grabbed a handle on the door, pulling the wardrobe open with a dramatic flair. Dozens upon dozens of sets of lingerie, cosplay outfits, and accessories for all of them lined the interior of the wardrobe. “You’re going to be a model!”

“A very sexy model at that.” Goldenrod promise, grinning. “When we’re done, you’ll fit right in among the best models in Canterlot.”

“A model fit for Canterlot?” Column asked, gulping. “I don’t know, girls. I look nice enough, but aren’t fashion models in the capital the best looking mares in Equestria?”

“Half of good looks is confidence,” Starwind said

“The other half is flirtation.” Goldenrod finished.

“Flirtation?” Column asked.

“The best type of model for a sexy mare like you, Column…” Sable said as she walked up behind Column, caressing her flank with a wing. “Is a fun, flirty, bubbly one.”

“I can be fun, flirty, and bubbly.” Column insisted, shimmying out of her suit without prompting, much to the delight of the twins.

“Fun and flirty, yes, I’ve helped you be confident in that.” Sable nodded. “Girls, did you bring your special cameras?”

“Of course,” Goldenrod answered.

“Mom asked us to bring them, especially for this case,” Starwind said, before stealing a grope of Column’s flank, making her blush. “Oh, and she blushes! That’s perfect!”

“See what I told you earlier, Column?” Sable teased. “Oh, and girls, she has a stallion she’s trying to catch the eye of, so make sure she leaves dressed to kill.”

“She’ll turn every head in the resort when we’re done, Sable,” Starwind assured.

A flurry of outfits and a crash course in modeling followed. Column was made to strut and pose, to perform a perfect runway walk and fluid heel-turn, and the hardest, to walk in high heels. They felt like trying to walk on stilts, and Starwind was not merciful in her instruction. A riding crop had emerged from somewhere, in Starwind’s magical grip. The slightest deviation from the example and Column earned a firm swat on the flank.

Then came the camera flashes.

The beautiful, beautiful camera flashes.

Column’s mind grew fuzzy with each fwap! of the flashbulb. She was more receptive to Starwind’s instructions every time Goldenrod clicked the camera shutter. She was more willing to wear the more daring outfits, more accepting of the punishments for her momentary failings. Her mind felt… almost lighter each time the flashbulb went off. Like the camera flash blasted away more of her mind.

Flash! She didn’t have to care about anything beyond her appearance.

Flash! She didn’t have to worry about anything more complicated than her immediate desires.

Flash! She was a simple, sexy, feminine mare.

Flash! She was a sexy, bubbly mare. No complicated thoughts.

Flash! She was horny. So, so, so horny. She was sexy after all, she needed to fuck.

Column’s movements were sexy and seductive. So fluid was her sensual swaying that it was almost hypnotic in itself. She glided effortlessly in the sexy high heels that Starwind had given her. In a single motion, she went from strut to slut, dropping down low to the ground, her mouth open, ready to accept a facefucking.

Flash!

“Mom and Sable have done an amazing job with you already,” Starwind smirked down at Column, holding the crop within her student’s sight. Her horn glowed brighter, her legs shifted, and Column’s eyes fixated on what was now gently swinging in front of her. “I know you’ve already been trained, slut. If you want me to get you ready for a stallion, prove to me how much you want it.”

Column had never wanted anything more than she wanted Starwind’s cock. She approached it almost worshipfully, before gently sliding her tongue around the conjured shaft to earn a soft moan from Starwind. Taking that as approval, Column ran her tongue along the head before taking it in her mouth, making sure to drag as she slowly bobbed back and forth along the cock’s length. Starwind let out a whorish moan, magically gripping Column’s mane to force her to go faster.

Starwind’s hips bucked, thrusting into Column’s mouth, facefucking the slut she had just trained. It didn’t take long for Starwind to gasp, shooting a load right into Column’s eager mouth. The magically conjured penis dissipated from the hips down, leaving Column staring up into Starwind’s pussy with a disappointed look. She needed another cock.

“Good girl.” Starwind gently tapped Column’s flank with her crop. “Come with me, we’ll get you ready for your crush.”

Starwind led Column back to the wardrobe, where Goldenrod was already waiting. The two twins shared a quick, obviously lustful kiss before getting to work. Column was dressed in sequin and latex. A sparkly pink bodysuit and polished latex socks, coupled with a set of bimbo high heels. Her mane was done up in one big, flirty ponytail, perfect for grabbing to facefuck her, and her makeup was touched up after streaking from Starwind. A dozen of the sexiest photos of Column from the photoshoots went into a sparkly pink saddlebag, and a tight black choker collar was clasped around her neck.

“Just so your boy knows when he’s deep enough down your throat.” Starwind teased.

By the time Sable came back to collect Column, the bimbo slut was ready to seduce any stallion she wanted.

“You’ve done an excellent job, girls. Compliments to your skill, I’ll make sure your Mistress knows how well you’ve done.” Sable promised, kissing both Starwind and Goldenrod.

“Awww, Sable, you flatter us.” Starwind waved off the compliment. “We’re not even half as good as Mistress.”

“Let us know when you’re in Canterlot next, I know Mistress would love to have you around to help train her next noblemare pet,” Goldenrod said, nuzzling into Starwind. “You’re welcome to come too, Column.”

“I don’t think I’d, like, be much help with a mare, sorry.” Column said sheepishly.

“Well, someone has to keep the husbands preoccupied while we seduce the wives.” Starwind winked. “Usually it’s Mistress, but sometimes she likes to train pets personally.”

“Now, Column dear, where did you want to honeytrap your colt?” Sable asked.

“Oh, um, I was gonna try to meet him again at the Sunset Breeze, down by the beach.” Column said. “His name's Paisley Swirl.”

“Oh, Paisley’s here?” Starwind perked her ears up. “I didn’t know he would have been invited here.”

“I think he must be bi then because he was certain he was just gay.” Golden shrugged.

“You know him?” Column looked between the two.

“We’ve met him at least. He’s a burlesque designer.” Starwind explained, before feigning a swoon. “He got to work with the Rose Bound before we even did.”

“And he was so humble about working with her too. To think, the most famous burlesque model and performer in Equestria works with him and he treats it like any other shoot.” Goldenrod mirrored her sister’s swooning.

“He’s a designer? Oh, oh no, am I dressed well enough for him then?” Column asked, suddenly nervous. “Like, I didn’t tell you who he was before you dressed me, what if he, um, only likes fancy clothes?”

“Sweetie, it’s fine,” Starwind assured, putting a hoof on the poor mare’s shoulder. “We’ve made you look gorgeous. He’ll love it and you.”

“Are you sure?” Column asked.

“We guarantee it.” Goldenrod gave Column’s flank a slap.

“Ok, can we go so I can meet him again, Sable?” Column looked back to her trainer. Sable grinned and nodded, before motioning for Column as she turned to leave. “Yay! Um, bye, girls! I hope to see you in Canterlot!”

“We’ll be waiting, sexy!” Starwind blew Column a kiss before she pulled Goldenrod close.

The Sunset Breeze Cabana was a stone’s throw from the beach, with the bar overlooking the lagoon itself. It was a popular spot for that very reason. Nearly every patron’s gaze, stallion and mare, turned to Column for a moment as she walked up to the bar. Sable had walked in earlier, so as not to make it seem like Column was with the concierge.

Paisley Swirl was easy to spot in the crowd. A handsome, coral red unicorn stallion with a mane and tail of beautiful teal curls. He was up at the bar, amiably chatting with the bartender while sipping a pina colada. Column took a deep breath before strutting over to him, clicking her high heels with each swish of her flanks. She slid onto the seat beside him.

“Well hello there.” Paisley smiled at the gorgeous mare now sitting beside him. He looked Column over, quickly recognizing her. “You’re the filly from yesterday, Column, right?”

“Yeah, Column Erection.” Column nodded, fluttering her eyes at Paisley. “You’re Paisley, right?”

“I’m flattered that a mare as sexy as you would remember me.” Paisley laughed. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I’d certainly like a Sex on the Beach.” Column said playfully. Paisley’s grin widened.

“I figured you would, but we should really at least have a drink first.”

Column let out an unintentional snort, practically breaking down laughing. A dumb joke like that was the last thing she expected.

“Ok, drink first.” Column said between giggles. “A Sex on the Beach first, then sex on the beach?”

“I think I can swing that.” Paisley motioned for the bartender. “A Sex on the Beach for her.”

“So, now that I know my brand of humor makes you laugh, tell me a bit about yourself, Column.”

“Well, I’m an architect, working for a firm in Manehattan.” Column explained, between sips of her drink. “I’m expecting a promotion to Chief Architect when I head home.”

“Well, congratulations!” Paisley smiled, lifting his glass. Column lifted her own for a moment, before taking another sip.

“Thank you, I got sent here on a retreat to get ready for it.”

“We both got lucky then because if you hadn’t been sent, I wouldn’t have gotten to meet you.” Paisley smiled. Column blushed, waving her hoof dismissively.

“Oh, I’m the lucky one meeting you. I hear you’re a fashion designer.”

“Word gets around, huh? Yeah, I’m a burlesque designer. A lot of performers across Equestria ask me to make their outfits.” Now it was Paisley’s turn to blush as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Are you a model as well as an architect, Column?”

“Before today I would have said no.” Column giggled. Her cocktail was nearly finished. “But some very lovely mares convinced me that I might have a future in it, at least as a hobby.”

She fished out some of the pictures that the twins had given her, showing them to Paisley. He didn’t make any effort to hide his growing erection as he looked over them.

“I think I recognize the style. Starwind and Goldenrod?” Paisley asked. Column didn’t answer immediately, her attention focused on Paisley’s emerging cock.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, they were very nice. You can tell just from the photos?”

“Every designer and photographer has their own unique style to shoots. They tried very hard to emulate their employer, Umbral Dreams, though they’re much more willing to show clashing personalities.” Paisley explained, gesturing to one photo where Column was posed with a collar and leash around her neck while being dressed in a latex dominatrix outfit. “Most ponies, including Umbral, keep dominant poses to dominant outfits, submissive poses to submissive outfits. The twins mix things up.”

“I see… How would you pose me?” Column asked, struggling to keep her focus on Paisley’s words. She was genuinely interested, but oh Celestia did she want his cock in her mouth. Paisley took notice. Then he took her hoof.

“You’re finished with your drink, so why don’t I show you?”

The resort catered to a particular clientele, the kind that actually wanted to have sex on its idyllic beaches. With that in mind, there were platforms on the beaches for just such an occasion, made of beachrock and styled like little islands in their own right. Curtains of tropical plants hid occupants from other beachgoers, while a maid enchantment kept each platform free of sand.

“For how I’d pose a mare as sexy as you…” Paisley started as soon as he and Column walked up onto an empty platform. His hooves explored her body, spreading her hind legs wide, pushing her head down almost to the floor. “Dressed to please a stallion’s eye as you are…”

He circled Column, lifting her face to be level with the head of his erect penis. Her eyes stared up at it with wonder, her mouth opening to accept it. “Just like that. Dressed to please, eager to service your stallion.”

Paisley grabbed hold of Column’s ponytail with magic, wrenching her forward, forcing his cock down her eager throat. He grunted, thrusting into her mouth, pulling out just long enough to let Column breathe before fucking down her throat, pushing down almost to her choker collar.

Column was in the seventh heaven as she took the face-fucking. Paisley was just the right amount of rough with her… Then he pulled out of her mouth completely, circling back around her. She felt the crotch of her bodysuit shift. Was he… OH CELESTIA YES!

Paisley’s cock speared her ass, plunging into her all the way to the hilt. She moaned like the slut she was, flexing to try and hold the girthy lance in her as he slowly pulled back to thrust again. The thrusts came in rhythm, her gasps and moans coming in sync with Paisley’s cock.

Time lost all meaning to Column, she was tossed around in the ecstasy of the moment. Her nub strained hard against the cage. Paisley sped up his thrusting, until he buried himself in her up to the hilt again, leaning forward, and breathing hotly into her ear.

“That’s it, slut.”

Column gasped as her nub spurted into her bodysuit, while at the same time, Paisley’s cock filled her ass with his cum. She dropped to the floor, her flanks held up only because she held onto Paisley. The supple flanks fell to the ground with a faint plop when he pulled out. She breathed heavily. That was amazing. She had pleasured many stallions since Sable and Hypnotic had begun training her, but none of them had ever felt like that. Was this love?

Paisley laid down on top of her, nuzzling into her neck while he brought over refreshments, provided by a helpful trapdoor hidden in the beachrock. He brought a water bottle to her lips, making sure she drank.

“That was incredible.” Column whispered, snuggling into Paisley’s bulk. He just fucked her and she felt safe under him.

“You are incredible,” Paisley whispered back. Column turned her head up to look at him, and their lips met. It wasn’t a kiss in the throes of passion, it was gentle, tender, a kiss between lovers.

Hypnotic appeared beside Sable at the cabana, kissing the concierge.

“How is she?”

“Give it a week to make sure, Mistress, and another week until I think she’s ready to be told.”

“And him?”

“She’s a mare to him and that didn’t stop him.”

“I do love when things work out.”

“You’re the expert, Mistress.”