Dancer's Night School for Stallions

The brown pegasus eyed her mate. Strained smile. Sweat. And his wings are twitching a little. I don't think he even realizes. "Thanks for joining me, love." Don't mention it. Don't mention it. Don't mention it-

but what if he falls?

He's a big stallion, he knows better.

I doubt that, brain.

Fluffing her wings distractedly, she huffed to herself, eyes scanning the merchants.

"Are you okay, hon?" Dark green eyes above that soft, sweet smile, glasses sliding comically down his muzzle as he looks down at her face. She met them, and smiled.

don't say it don't say it don't say it

"I should be asking you that." The last words trailed off into a mumble as she turned her head quickly, hoping her traitorous mouth would shut up now, thank you.

He quietly fell into step beside her, orange hooves clopping against the street as he politely ignored her last comment.

It wasn't worth fighting about.

Two apple fritters and two tall glasses of iced tea later, and they were both in considerably better spirits. Dancer trotted happily from stall to stall, eying the wares Ponyville had to offer. While not generally a fan of shopping, it was always fun to see how things change from town to town, especially after the hustle and bustle of Fillydelphia. Glancing up from the sock vendor (run by an exceptionally jubilant black unicorn mare), an eyebrow arched as she saw Summer simply standing and staring at another stall. Sweeping her eyes in that direction, she paused.

Summer had been looking rather shamelessly down the road at a pale yellow earth pony mare in a thick, powder blue apron. The table in front of her was littered with small, rectangular things in bright colors, wrapped partially in what looked to be cardstock. Her grass-green mane was tied up behind her head, stray bits slipping out of the tie and blowing around her face as she moved fluidly from place to place. Smile plastered on her face, she helped five customers at once, gesturing to various rectangles with one hoof while the other bagged up some purchases. Her mouth moved a mile a minute, switching between each customer in turn. A steel pot hung behind her, full of a souffle-like yellow material, over a small and controlled firepit. A moment later, the scents wafted to Dancer's nose-lavender, lemongrass, amber, coffee, and chocolate.

Weaving her way through the crowd, she stopped and bumped flanks with Summer. "What, you didn't bring enough soap or something?" She giggled as he started and looked down at her sheepishly.

"Sorry, just, um..." He rubbed the back of his head with a hoof, smiling awkwardly.

"She's adorable," Dancer giggled. "It's okay, come on. You know I can't resist artisan soap anyway." She pranced off, ponytail swishing behind her as she approached the friendly but busy mare. Getting closer, they could see that the table was artfully arranged with various soaps standing in rows like Royal Guards, a different color and scent in each. The other customers had wandered off with their purchases, and the mare had been relaxing in her seat as they approached.

BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!

Dancer squeaked and leaped behind Summer with one panicked flap of her wings. Summer, for his part, backed up beside her and put a comforting hoof on her withers, pointing to the stall and gesturing them forward. Somewhat embarrassed by her reaction to the buzzer, Dancer straightened up and continued her forward trot to the table, cheeks burning red as Summer followed behind with a chuckle.

The yellow mare had hopped up at the buzzer, pulling the pot off the fire. The contents of a few small containers were tipped into the pot-a clear liquid and a startlingly lavender liquid were both added as she stirred it gently but constantly with the metal spoon in her mouth. Apparently satisfied, she lifted the pot again with some holders and carefully poured the gloppy purple mix into a small wooden box, much longer than it was wide. She lifted it once the soap was poured, slamming it cheerfully onto the ground a couple times before sliding it under her table. She damped the fire as her final action, settling happily back into her chair, pale brown eyes sliding shut as she allowed herself a moment of rest.

Her eyes shot open once again as she heard the hooves coming towards her table, and she moved to rise before Dancer smiled warmly. "Please, sit. You seem like you've been very busy, you've earned a bit of rest. I promise to let you know if I need help."

The yellow mare smiled back, offering a hoof. "Hot Process."

Shaking it amicably, the brown mare replied. "Midnight Dancer. Standing behind me and trying to act cool is Never Summer." The mares snickered as Summer's cheeks flushed, bobbing his head in a nervous gesture of respect. Hot Process leaned back in her chair again, smiling up at the two.

"I've got all manner of scents, just let me know what kind you like and I can probably recommend one for ya." Half lidded eyes followed the couple as they browsed, playing across their bodies. Stallion is cute in an awkward way. That mare, though... She allowed herself a small smile. Seem like a nice couple. I'm here for work, not fun. Nodding to herself slightly, she stood and stretched out, back popping.

"I think we've decided." Dancer strode back to the center of the booth, eyes sparkling, four bars of soap pushed over with her wings. Summer still trailed behind a bit, unsure of where Dancer was going with this.

She liked to tease him when he got flustered over mares. He counted himself lucky that she didn't mind it happening, but felt awkward all the same-he knew Dancer had slept with...many, many more mares than he had, sometimes as part of a threesome or more. It intimidated him, though he'd never admit that to anypony but her. And now, she had that look on her face...

Oh dear.

She glanced back at him, a wordless communication taking place. She raised an eyebrow. Is it okay?

A small nod back, cheeks flushing further. Yes. I will be awkward, but yes.

She winked. Thanks, love. Turning back to the earth pony, she fished the bits from her saddlebag as Hot Process bagged the soaps.

"Any questions or anything?" She smiled, all business now, though her eyes did flicker up and down Dancer's front for a second.

"Actually..." Dancer smiled and leaned in, gesturing the soap maker closer. There were foals around, after all.

A pale yellow ear twitched as brown lips breathed intimately close, a light smile almost visible in her voice. "Wanna come show me how to use it?"

Hot Process leaned back slightly, just far enough to lock her pale brown eyes with Dancer's dark blue ones, a smirk winding across her muzzle. "Well, it IS my job to make sure you enjoy your purchase, I guess I could do that for you." Both mares giggled, Dancer giving quick instructions to the room at the inn they were staying at.

After securing a promise to see her later, the pegasus mare trotted off happily, bag in tow. Summer glanced at her, and she winked. His grin grew, and they cantered away together happily, the afternoon sun smiling down at them.

The mare was direct, Dancer could give her that.

Once they returned to the room, Summer had called up a light dinner for them from take out-some Chineighse fried rice and steamed vegetables. After she had cleared their empty boxes and opened a window to air out the room a bit, Summer had trotted to her, nuzzling her gently.

"I'm going to head out. I'll be at the library for a bit-want to get some research done for work."

She nodded back. "Of course. If you see Twilight, please tell her I said hello." Her wings shifted and fluffed on her back, wobbly smile trying to straighten as she nuzzled him back.

One of the stallion's eyebrows shot up. "Babe? Are you...are you nervous?"

Blushing at his incredulous voice, Dancer turned away and flopped down onto the cushy hotel bed. Eyes trained on the ceiling, she sighed. "Summer, how long have we been together?"

"Three years," he answered automatically, still puzzled.

"And in that three years," she gestured to the ceiling with a hoof, "how many mares have I slept with?"

"Oh. None?"

"Right. So the last time I did this was..."

"At least three years ago. Oh. OH. I see." He hopped over onto the bed with her, looking at her upside down as he settled above her head. "You know you don't have to."

She gave him a very flat look. "Yes. I'm aware. I want to. It's just been a long time since I've entertained a mare, that's all. I'll be fine."

Grinning right back, he playfully flicked her bangs out of her face. "You know what you're doing. I know some of your exes, after all." He hopped off the bed just in time to avoid a playful swipe from Dancer. Raising up on earth colored hooves, she leaped at him, tackling him gently to the floor with a giggle and peppering kisses on his muzzle.

And then he left.

And now Dancer is standing in the doorway of the room, two hours past the scheduled time for Hot Process to arrive, staring at said mare with a blush on her face as she pulled back from the sudden kiss. "Hey! Ah, come on in?"

"That's the idea, isn't it?" With a sultry smile, the yellow pony brushed past the pegasus, green tail trailing across her side and down her flanks as she passed. Turning her head, she scanned her half lidded brown eyes up and down the other mare's flank appreciatively. "I don't see a reason to stand on ceremony. I'm not from here, and I KNOW you're not from here either-Fillydelphia, right?"

Shutting the door with a gentle back hoof kick, she trotted up beside the yellow mare. "Well, yeah, but how could you tell? I never told you."

"You have an accent."

"What?" Dancer's eyes widened. "I do not. I talk normally."

"Do to."

"Do not." She playfully bumped her cutie mark to the other mare's soap bar mark.

"Do to. I'll prove it. Ask me if I had supper yet." Her muzzle crinkled in a grin, waiting expectantly.

"Jeetyet?"

"SEE?!" She giggled as Dancer blushed, a hoof flying to her mouth. "Don't worry, I think it's kinda cute. I'm from Manehatten originally myself, but moved to Canterlot when I was a filly, so my accent is a little weird."

"I can definitely hear the Manehatten," giggled Dancer. Fluffing her wings again, she gently nuzzled the other mare. "When Summer spotted you in the market, we just had to come see you. You're both beautiful and talented-usually it's only one or the other."

The two laughed together, settling down on the bed on their stomachs beside each other, the tension in the room loosening bit by bit. Hot Process's dark eyes scanned the room, a look of mild confusion on her face. "So, uh, where is Summer? I don't mean to be a buzzkill, but he knows, don't he?"

"Oh, yes! He left awhile ago so we could be alone. He didn't want to be that creepy stallion trying to insert himself between two mares, after all. He knows better."

Eyebrow raised, the earth pony nodded appreciatively. "Fine stallion you've got there, then. And a fine mare he has as well." She leaned in, lips pressing to Dancer's as both sets of eyes slid closed. Dancer extended a wing over the slightly larger mare's back, feathers playing down her spine as she shifted to lay on her side. Brown and yellow forelegs met hesitantly as their tongues danced across each others mouths, gripping tightly and pulling their stomachs together.

Hot Process flicked her tail as she felt warm brown fur rub up and down her midsection, a small moan escaping her. Pulling back from the kiss, she darted her head down to the other mare's neck, sucking gently and nipping. Heat rushed between her legs as she heard Dancer's moan, and she trailed one forehoof down the pegasus's side to her flank, gently rubbing her cutie mark as she continued her ministrations.

Dancer could feel her own pussy getting warmer and wetter. The thrill of meeting someone off the street, a gorgeous stranger, having that stranger in her bed, and having that stranger know what she's doing...another moan escaped her as her train of thought was derailed by a hoof making it's way to the base of her tail and massaging there. She flicked her violet tail up, almost on instinct, and pulled the earth pony closer.

Unable to take the teasing smell of the mare so close to her, Dancer sat up and pushed Hot Process down to the bed gently. The yellow pony looked up, breathing heavily and propped on her elbows. Dancer's mouth began to play over the other mare's yellow furred stomach, hooves grasping at her flanks as she sank ever lower, rewarded with a surprised squeak at her firm touch. The scent of her fur, all lavender and sage and linen gave way to an even sweeter smell as she trekked ever lower.

Hooves on the earth pony's inner thighs, Dancer sat back again and looked down appreciatively at the yellow marehood below her. She pulled gently, spreading the outer lips and exposing the slick, pink pussy to the light. Hot Process threw her head back, ponytail becoming messier and messier as she writhed. "Please...just..."

Dancer smirked. "Just what?"

Brown eyes locked with blue, an almost visible bolt of passion between the two. "Just...stop teasing..."

The pegasus sat up a little straighter, appearing to think about it for a moment. Just before the earth pony could let out the annoyed groan she had building in her throat, Dancer darted her muzzle down to the other pony's pussy. Her tongue forced past the slick folds, flicking upwards to the little pink clit. The groan turned into a moan as Hot Process laid down completely on the bed, neck and body arching as Dancer continued. One hoof on her mound, the pegasus pulled up gently to expose the clit fully, wrapping her lips around it and sucking.

Yellow hooves twined through violet hair, pushing Dancer's head against her marehood. Her tongue worked expertly on the folds of it, taking and sucking each fold gently before moving back to middle and lapping at the entrance to her cunt. Hot Process felt her body shiver and shake, the feel of being pushed ever onwards to her orgasm-feeling like she was running up a mountain and ready to jump off the top. The exhilarating feel of warm and cold washed over her as Dancer viciously sucked her clit, and she was pushed over that peak and beyond. Dancer eagerly sucked and licked at the entrance, the earth pony's cum coating her tongue and making her muzzle slick. As she came down, Dancer crawled up over her body, meeting their muzzles together in another kiss. A final moan escaped the yellow mare as she tasted her own cum in her mouth, running her tongue languidly over Dancer's before they parted, both panting slightly.

With no preamble besides a smirk, the earth pony raised up, pushing Dancer back with her chest and making her fall back onto the bed with a squeak. Hot Process shot up, grasping the pegasus's thighs and flipping her over. Gathering her legs underneath her, Dancer pushed her ass firmly up into the air, tail flagging out to the side. She grinned over her shoulder at the other mare. "My turn?"

In lieu of speaking, Hot Process pushed the purple tail firmly upwards before placing little bites on and around Dancer's flanks and ass. Hooves worked and kneaded at the backs of her thighs just below her ass, and Dancer stifled a moan and buried her face into the bed. One yellow hoof trailed back before mashing onto the brown cunt, forcibly spreading the outer lips and burrowing to the wetness beneath. The pegasus groaned with pleasure, bucking back involuntarily onto the other mare's hoof.

Hot breath played across her cunt and she stiffened and moaned again, feeling a tongue press to her clit as the hoof continued to work at her entrance. She bucked back again in mild frustration, knowing that wide hoof would never make it inside her, but trying all the same. Hot Process pulled the hoof away and back over to her flank, grabbing her firmly with both before diving her muzzle directly into the other mare's cunt. Not knowing nor caring how she knew to do that, Dancer bucked back, feeling the tongue lapping at her walls, pussy contracting as she rocked back and forth.

Their moans rose in tandem and filled the room, Dancer coming closer and closer to her own peak. She was almost embarrassed, really, that it was that easy, but that embarrassment was washed away as she felt the yellow mare dip down to suck on her clit, tongue flicking up and down quickly as she brought her hooves together in a fluid motion to compress Dancer's cunt. Her tail twitched excitedly as Hot Process began kneading her hooves together, still sucking that little nub, finally pushing Dancer over the edge. Moans turned to screams as the mix of pain and pleasure rolled through her body, causing her wings to snap out on instinct while the earth pony licked the cum from her cunt.

They both froze as the door clicked open. Orange hooves thudded against the carpet, and then stopped quite suddenly.

"Uh. Hi?"

Dancer groaned and buried her face in her forelegs.