Chapters Dancer's Night School for Stallions
Chapter One: The Proposal
“I don’t know. This seems a little... risqué.”
“Your hesitation is understandable, but I really think this will benefit the mares of Ponyville, and possibly beyond.” Brown lips sipped gently at a lightly steaming teacup while cobalt eyes regarded the purple unicorn sitting across the table.
Twilight sat back on her couch, clopping her hooves together gently and looking out the window as she thought. Rivulets of water trailed down the window thanks to the hard work of the town pegasi, and she let her eyes follow a single droplet down to the windowsill. Her guest merely waited patiently, content to sip her tea and warm up after the long flight to Ponyville.
After a moment, Twilight broke the amicable silence. “You need to understand my position on this, miss. I’m the personal student of the Princess, and the mayor has entrusted the running of this library to me. If anything... untoward were to happen...” She trailed off, eyes finally travelling back across the coffee table to meet the pegasus’s own. A purple hoof gestured to the air, finishing the sentence unspoken.
Shifting to sit up a bit straighter and sweeping a lock of dark purple hair back, the pegasus smiled. “That is why I have already been in communication with the mayor about my proposal. She is also hesitant, but has said that as long as this is carried on with your permission and outside of normal library hours, with foals barred from entry, that it is acceptable.” She pulled a neatly rolled and tied scroll out of pale pink saddlebags, offering it forth. Twilight nodded and took the scroll in the soft glow of her magic, reading over the missive from the mayor to her strange guest.
Twilight looked up somewhat suspiciously. “Why wouldn’t the mayor tell me herself?”
The brown pegasus looked at her softly, with a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. “I was informed that you don’t really deal with stress too well, especially from authority figures. She asked me to ask you instead.”
“Oh.” Twilight stared blankly for a second, until she caught up completely. “Oh. That’s understandable then, I guess.”
More quiet sips. Some shifting and fluttering of cold wings. Truth be told, she was a bit nervous that Twilight would deny her. She knew full well how straight-laced Princess Celestia’s protégé was. Surely, though, Twilight herself must have heard of the problem; it had been increasingly on the lips of mares everywhere for the last few years. With a large influx of stallion-made pornography lately, there had been... problems for the straight mares.
Her introspection was interrupted when the purple unicorn finally gave her answer. “Fine. I mean, I know why you want to do this, and I heard you had great success in Fillydelphia. It can’t hurt, and it might even help, who knows?”
Perking up immediately, the pegasus grinned widely, tail flicking excitedly. “Oh, thank you Lady Twilight! I’ve gotten requests from Ponyville, you see, and I really think-”
“There are conditions.” Twilight held up a hoof. “One night only. If the stallions don’t come, you’ll have to wait for another time to have your class. No advertisement beyond word of mouth; I wouldn’t be comfortable with foals hearing about a ‘special class’.”
“I completely understand-”
“And please clean up the library yourself after this class. I don’t need Spike running across an errant diagram with your brand of blunt honesty on it.”
The pegasus nodded. “Of course.”
“And never call me ‘Lady Twilight’, please. I’m just Twilight, or Twilight Sparkle. We’re very different mares, but I see no reason we can’t get along as friends, especially if you’re going to use my home for something of this nature. Agreed?” A friendly smile graced Twilight’s otherwise nervous face as she reached a hoof across the table to the brown mare.
Smiling happily, the pegasus reached her own hoof across for the hoofshake. “It would be my honor, Twilight. Let me just say, also, that you are of course welcome to stay during my presentation.” She settled back into her chair, head cocked slightly to the side. “After all, it is your home, and you may find the presentation interesting. Cherilee has told me about your deep love of learning everything you can.”
Hiding her blush as well as she could behind her teacup, Twilight made a point to take a long sip with her eyes closed before standing up briskly and clearing her throat. “Well, I guess if I have time, but I do have a lot of projects to do and time with friends to catch up on, so-”
A light giggle interrupted, and Dancer shook her head gently, smiling. “It’s alright, Twilight. The invitation stands if you have the time.” She stood as well, dipping her head gently to the other mare. “I appreciate your hospitality, and am grateful you have accepted my proposal. I plan to hold my class next Tuesday evening, if that is alright with you.”
“Perfectly fine with me. Do you have somewhere to stay in Ponyville, or were you flying back to Fillydelphia tonight?” She cleared the coffee table with her magic, carrying the teacups into the kitchen.
“Oh heavens no, I don’t plan to fly back and forth. I have a hotel room here. I plan to... immerse myself in the local culture, pick up the local gossip, and get a feel for what I need to address most vehemently in this particular town.” Saddlebags slid on, and she checked the acorn-shaped clasp on each. Satisfied, she smiled brightly at Twilight. “It’s research, you could say.”
Twilight paused on her way back into the living area, a confused look on her face. “Research for this? Huh. I guess I just thought, well, um-”
“-that since it’s not a ‘real’ science, it doesn’t require research?” Eyes half-lidded, Dancer regarded the blushing unicorn. “It’s alright. How can I teach without knowing what the students need? No point in teaching ponies all about fire if they’re dying of thirst, after all.”
“Y-yes, you have a point.” Twilight scratched the back of her head, looking off to the side, embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Oh, you didn’t,” the pegasus replied cheerfully. “You’re just adorable when you stutter. See you next Tuesday!” She trotted off through the door, leaving a blushing and confused Twilight in her wake.
The unicorn shook herself out of it, picking up the book she had been perusing earlier before her guest had arrived. “Pegasi,” she chuckled, shaking her head as she opened the book to her last page.
Dancer's Night School for Stallions
As she fumbled with the key to her room, the pony inside heard and rushed to open it for her. Swinging the door wide, Dancer’s eyes softened as they fell upon the orange stallion, his green eyes behind his small glasses filled with affection. Stopping to nuzzle him for a moment, she trotted inside, shaking the excess water off her coat.
“How was the visit? Did you get permission, oh sex goddess of mine?” Shutting the door, he waggled his brows salaciously beneath his messy red mane before trotting behind her to help with her saddlebags.
Rolling her eyes and chuckling, she lightly bucked one hoof back into his shin. “Silly pony. Of course I did.” Feeling the saddlebags slide off over her haunches, she stretched her wings carefully outwards. “Twilight agreed, with some stipulations. It shouldn’t be a problem at all. She was quite nice, in faAACK-”
Her mischievous mate had taken her lapse of attention to plant his forehooves solidly on her haunches, his hips pinning her tail as he nuzzled gently between her outstretched wings. Her ears flicked at his breath pouring across her upper back to her neck, and a throaty chuckle arose from his muzzle. “You work so hard, my love. Maybe I should work hard for you tonight...” Darting his head down, he nipped gently at the base of her wing, nosing aside feathers to bite at the flesh there.
A ripple seemed to pass over her entire body, from her back legs all the way through her, culminating in a wonderful shivery sensation in her chest. Legs weak, she drew a shuddery breath, head tilting back and sending a waterfall of wet violet mane cascading down her neck and over his face, bathing him in the scent of black tea and rainstorms. Playfully, he snagged her mane in his mouth and tugged firmly, a promise of what was to come if she were so inclined.
Gathering her willpower, she shuddered once more before tugging her head back. “Mmmm, I don’t know, my dear. I’m supposed to be working , after all, not vacationing with my lover.” She bucked him gently, enough to dislodge his hooves and mouth from her, and turned in front of him, showing her wet hair and coat in profile. Wings still raised, she winked at him seductively. “I just don’t know if I should slack off like that,” she teased, voice full of faux-disappointment. Turning fully, she sashayed away, hips swinging in just the way he liked it, tail moving just enough to show a peek of her pink marehood against her brown coat.
Landing beside her after one powerful sweep of his wings, he bumped his cutie mark to hers. “I don’t think it’s slacking if you worked all day to begin with.”
“I suppose, but I have such an awful lot to do tomorrow. Perhaps I should just get my shower and head to sleep, hmm?” She headed off to the bathroom, slipping behind the oak door just ahead of her lover.
“I could draw you a bath,” he suggested softly. “The tub is rather large. And you deserve it, after all the flying and walking you’ve done today.”
Turning to him, she saw the love and concern for her in his deep green eyes that frankly turned her on more than some of the more lewd things they had done together. A small smile adorned her lips as she dropped her flirtatious act, and she nodded. “That would be lovely. Thank you, Summer.”
She left the bathroom to hunt down some of the good, fluffy towels she had brought with her. Hearing the water running, she sat down to wait in one of the hotel’s dining area chairs, spreading her paperwork out in front of her. Taking an alfalfa chip from the bag on the table, she perused the requests she had gotten.
Mares from the town, having heard of her “alternative education class”, had sent letters to her office. Letters detailing the lack of finesse, the lack of skill, the lack of passion in their coltfriends. Had it been just one or two mares sending such missives, Dancer would have sat on it for awhile, but once over twenty had arrived-well. In a town that was famous for having so few stallions, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that there was a problem.
The core complaint she had received so far was that of selfish lovers. Lovers that had thus far been wonderful, and suddenly taken a turn for the worse. Some of this could be chalked up to being comfortable in a relationship, sure. Sex gets boring sometimes, and it’s easy to fall into a routine. But lovers that selfishly take, night after night, and don’t realize they’re being selfish-that’s a whole other kettle of fish, one Dancer intended to throw back into the ocean as quickly as she could.
How to accomplish this? With a combination of science and good, old fashioned, education.
The air in the room had grown humid, and a fine steam was visible once she lifted her head from her papers. Summer was turning the faucets closed just as she arrived through the doorway, soft pink towels balanced between her wings. A light smell of lavender permeated the room, and she dropped her burden off with a smile. Taking her lover’s hoof for balance, she stepped into the deep bath, submerging her body fully before rolling to her back and blowing errant soap bubbles from her muzzle.
Settling in comfortably in the warm water, she shot a smile to Summer. “This is wonderful, love. Thank you.”
Leaning over the tub to her, he smiled back and rubbed noses with her, a silly gesture they had started as foals together to show their affection. Flush with love and feeling the chill of the rainy night leave her bones, she leaned up further and captured his lips with her own. He returned the gentle kiss in kind, reaching one hoof down to stroke her mane before they parted, lips inches from each other.
Emerald eyes locked with sapphire as his hooves moved down her body, stroking gently down her chest. His hoof and leg were soon submerged as well as he rubbed down further and further, delighting in the moans that began to issue forth from his marefriend. Dancer’s head rocked back, laying on the edge of the tub. Her eyes fluttered shut, relishing in the feel of his hoof to her thighs, teasing up to her nether lips before going back down.
“Mmmm, Summer...” She trailed off, content to allow him to explore her at his leisure. He felt the tenseness in her legs, saw the exhaustion on her face, and decided.
“My love.” His head leaned down beside her face, catching her lips again as his hoof slid up to her submerged marehood, not teasing this time but rubbing right up her slit. Her pussy lips parted, exposing the tiny nub of a clit, and Summer felt for it and rubbed it gently in a circle. Parting his lips at the same time, his tongue slid into her mouth to wrestle with hers, the pressure against her clit becoming slightly more intense as they continued.
They parted lips as she gasped, head jerking up and away before coming back with renewed vigor, her tongue forcefully invading his mouth as she felt the shivers of sensation radiate outwards from her clit to the rest of her. Lightning ran down all four legs and up through her chest, sensations twining together and meeting to travel up to her head. As Summer sped up his ministrations and pressed harder, her hips jerked helplessly, entire body beginning to shiver as the orgasm bloomed both in her abdomen and her mind.
Dancer threw back her head again and moaned, bucking her hips to his hoof, riding out the waves of pleasure that just kept coming and coming. Summer smirked, nipping her ear gently as he slowed down, bringing her down as gently as he had brought her up.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she sank back down into the comforting embrace of the water. “Summer...” She purred, muzzle still above water as the rest of her rolled below.
“Shh. S’alright, baby. I hope that helped you relax.” He stood, smiling down at her.
“Mmmmmhmmmmmm...”
“Don’t fall asleep in there,” he joked. “You have a lot to do tomorrow, remember?” One eye slid open to regard him and his sarcasm cooly, before she sat up the rest of the way.
“I’ll be okay. I’ll be out soon anyway, no worries.”
“Of course.” Summer trotted back to the living area, drying his leg on a spare towel as he heard Dancer splash her way out of the tub.
Ten minutes later, two warm, dry, and undeniably happy ponies snuggled up in bed together. Sleep came quickly for both, and they laid together in a warm tangle of limbs in dreamless slumber.
Dancer's Night School for Stallions
The pegasus paused a few feet from the hotel, checking over her list once more.
First stop, a cafe to soak in some of the local flavor. Easy enough! After that, maybe some shopping, see what I can hear around the market. After that, start on my lesson plan for Tuesday night. With a nod, she rolled up the scroll and tucked it away, taking off at a brisk trot down the road towards the market district of Ponyville.
She had awakened that morning still tangled in the saffron forelegs of her coltfriend, feeling incredibly rested. After waking him and returning his favor from the previous evening, she had sucked down half a pot of coffee while looking over her paperwork again. Feeling refreshed and energized, she swept her dark purple mane up into a high tailed style upon her head, tying it with a fluttery pink ribbon that matched her saddlebags. A small dab of mascara and a sweep of blush later, and she felt ready to tackle the day.
As she cantered towards downtown Ponyville, she mulled over her strategy. Getting mares to open up about something as personal as sex was not an easy feat. While it wasn’t something that had a large amount of shame or stigma attached to it, it was still a deeply personal thing. Her hooves thudded mutely on the damp road as her mind rolled over the ways she could find the root of the problem, aside from re-reading her reports. The personal touch is what she prided herself on, and Ponyville would be no different than Fillydelphia or Trottingham in that respect.
Spying a cosy restaurant with outdoor seating to her right, she picked up her pace and trotted over, her soft and friendly smile appearing as she grew closer. Hooves expertly threading around puddles left by the runoff of the awning, she requested an outdoor table for one. The hostess, a lovely tan mare with two coconuts on her flank, sat her and rattled off the specials while Dancer feigned interest.
After settling on a cup of tea and some scrambled eggs, the coconut mare left and the pegasus was left to take in the town. Being a more rustic village, Ponyville had woken up many hours ago and the air was filled with cheerful greetings and ponies setting up their sales stands for the day. A large red stallion passed by hauling a cart of hay, and a cheerful tan mare with a pink and blue mane waved to him as she trotted past. A nice, quiet town.
A good place to raise foals, probably. She knew the teacher, Cheerilee, personally, and knew she was amazing at teaching the young ones. Crime was lower here than in Fillydelphia as well. Her eyes focused on nothing in particular, one hoof worrying at the table beneath it.
A lovely town. The saviors of Equestria lived here. Cloudsdale was a short flight away if she were so inclined to return there... but she wasn’t sure she would be. And Summer, she had to think of Summer. The city might be rough and more expensive, but everything they needed was there. Everything he needed. Raising a foal there, eventually, wouldn’t be so bad.
Not too bad at all.
Right?
Voices drifted to her over the wind, shaking her out of her thoughts. Two, both female, and coming to the cafe. Well, that’s a start! Dancer sat back as her tea arrived, taking it in her hooves carefully and sipping it as two mares were led to the patio, grateful for the distraction. One, a white unicorn mare, Dancer had heard of before. A dress designer and saviour of Equestria several times over, she recalled, and one of the Elements of Harmony. The other was a yellow unicorn mare that she didn’t recognize, but that had the same bearing and grace as the first.
They were seated a table away from her. Well, if I just so happen to overhear what they’re saying, that’s not really my fault, is it? Smiling to herself, she settled back into her seat and pulled out some of her paperwork to mull over.
“...and as I was saying, dear, how did things go with that dashing stallion I’ve heard so much about?” That was Rarity, and she could almost hear her eyes batting.
A snort came, presumably from the yellow mare. “He’s a nice enough sort, and our dates have been wonderful so far for the most part. I suppose I shouldn’t really complain, but he just seems like he’s in a rush , if you get my meaning.”
A couple of titters and some shuffling. Dancer sipped her tea, rolling the flavors over her tongue.
“I daresay they all are, these days. There’s none of that gentlecolty care these days. I know I told you what happened with that boorish Prince Blueblood, ugh. I can’t imagine the disaster that would have been had it gotten to the bedchamber.”
The Prince? Now, this was interesting gossip she hadn’t yet heard. Her ears perked and swiveled of their own accord, head turning slightly before she remembered herself and settled back, training her eyes back on her papers.
Some whispers. Some giggles.
“I beg your pardon, dear, I didn’t realise we were bothering you.” Rarity’s voice floated to Dancer, who turned in her seat with a smile.
“Not at all. I apologize for overhearing, but I do tend to perk up when gossip is mentioned. Very sorry!” What was she thinking, more or less spying on one of the heroes of Equestria? She mentally facehoofed and sank down into her chair.
“Oh, you hadn’t heard? I was certain everypony had heard about the disaster at the Gala.” She tittered again, and Dancer turned in her seat with an amiable smile pasted on.
“I hadn’t-I’m not from Ponyville or even Canterlot. I’m from Fillydelphia, I’m just visiting this week.” Another sip of tea, her shifting wings the only indication of how nervous she was.
An alabaster hoof traced the rim of a teacup, azure eyes looking at the pegasus curiously. “Fillydelphia, you said? I’ve never been there myself. Oh, but like I was saying,” her gaze turning friendly again as she lifted her cup in her magic, “the girls and I had gone to the Grand Galloping Gala. I’d been so excited to meet the Prince, convinced he would be charming and sweep me off my feet!” She swooned at this, one foreleg coming up across her forehead dramatically.
Both Dancer and the lemon unicorn chuckled at this display, Rarity’s friend prodding her with a hoof. “Oh, do go on and get to the good part.”
Clearing her throat, the white unicorn shot a look at her friend before continuing. “Anyway, he turned out to be the most ill-mannered member of royalty I had ever had the misfortune of meeting! He insisted upon my doing everything for him, from giving him the best seats, to opening doors for him, to ruining my cape with water so that his hooves wouldn’t get wet in a puddle! And he was terribly rude to my dear friend Applejack and insulted her cooking. The worst of it was when he used me as a pony shield against some cake flung across the dance floor!” She huffed at the memory, flicking a violet curl smartly out of her face before continuing.
“I daresay I lost my temper at that point. It was, admittedly, not very ladylike of me. I shook the cake back onto his coat and gave him what for!” Smiling proudly, she sipped her tea, eyes closed and head held high.
Once she realized that Rarity wasn’t planning to continue, the lemon unicorn butted in. “And then, Rarity’s best friend unleashed a horde of animals into the ballroom, destroyed it, and the six of them ran out and left it for somepony else to deal with.” She sat back, satisfied with the sudden reddening of her friend’s face. At Rarity’s angry glare, the lemon unicorn merely smiled and waved a hoof to her.
Dancer fully enjoyed the story, giggling at Rarity’s discomfort. “Well, good thing you dodged that particular bullet! A shame the Prince was like that, but I’m sure most stallions are not. Your Prince Charming may not be a Prince at all, after all.” She nibbled quickly at the eggs that had just arrived, quite famished from her exertion that morning.
“I don’t know about all that. They’ve been getting more and more selfish as time passes.” Rarity finished up her tea, and put some bits on the table. “We do have to get going now, but it was lovely to meet you, Miss...?”
“You can call me Dancer.” Dancer stood as well, bits on the table and ready to go. Bobbing her head to Rarity, she smiled. “It was very nice to meet you. Perhaps we shall meet again while I am in town.”
“Certainly, dear. I run the Carousel Boutique here in town, you ought to stop by and get some new fashions to wear back in Fillydelphia.” The alabaster unicorn’s eyes twinkled. “With your coloration, you would look just wonderful in my new spring line. You ought to stop by if you have the time!”
“Of course! See you later, ladies.” Sliding the bags on again, brown wings stretched out and she took off, flying higher and higher over the town as she mulled over the issues presented. Selfish ponies. Selfish lovers. Selfish stallions. To want your mare to do something for you is fine, certainly, but to demand it, while giving nothing back? Unacceptable.
Spotting a familiar orange pegasus on the ground, she quickly and quietly landed before she was seen and trotted up to join him. Wouldn’t do for him to see her flying. She sighed internally before pulling him close with a wing, nuzzling his neck. “Hey, you. Any luck?”
The stallion snickered and kissed the top of her nose. “Indeed. I have some notes for you to go over back at the hotel. For now, why don’t we just enjoy the town?” A saffron wing swept out, indicating the stalls of fresh produce and flowers, the buzzing town full of life.
Dancer cuddled up closer as they walked. “Sounds marvelous, my dear.” Cobalt eyes glanced up at the sky only briefly before closing again, leaning against her lover as they went deeper into the market.
It was all worth it.
Dancer's Night School for Stallions
After his mate had left that morning, Summer hadn’t really been sure what to do with himself. He planned to help her with research on the male end, sure, but hadn’t been certain where to start. Dancer was better at mingling and listening and extracting what she needed from idle chit-chat. Shrugging off the insecurities, he’d decided on a shower since he hadn’t gotten one the night before.
Thin black spectacles clattered lightly against the edge of the sink, and a hoof ran through his tousled crimson mane before he trotted to the interior of the bathroom. They’d cleaned up the floor as much as they could the previous night, since the mare’s thrashing had made quite a mess. A grin wound it’s way slowly across his muzzle as he remembered the minute details - the way her mane looked plastered to her face, how every muscle she had seemed to jitter, the feel of her vulva pressing harder against him as he had rubbed her gently to her climax.
Shivering involuntarily, he opened the taps and stepped beneath the shower head, letting the water patter against his mane. Allowing his jade eyes to slip shut, he relaxed. The heat of the shower combined with the attention from his mare this morning put him in a very good mood. He lowered his head, letting the water soak his back, as his mind was set free to wander.
Should I send a letter to the office today? I hope they’re going on okay without me this week. Well, it’s technically a vacation for me. They can deal with me not being there for a few days. Smirking, he opened his wings, feeling the water course through the channels created by his fiery feathers. His job as ‘conservation engineer’ was a fairly new field, but just about everypony at the office was preternaturally suited for it like he was.
It wasn’t easy, but it was important - his job was to make sure that, with Equestria’s expansions as the population grew, the natural parts of the world stayed. For each forest cut down for building materials, another forest had to be planted at the cost of the firm doing the building. Nopony had any intention of allowing the world to run wholly to nothing in the relentless forward march of progress. True, some ponies didn’t really understand the importance of the job, and as a result he and his coworkers had been branded as ‘Dirt Ponies’ by the meaner ones.
Frankly, I get enough crap being a pegasus that lives on the ground without having a cutie mark and a job related to the earth instead. His wings folded absently, partially covering the tree on his haunch. Snorting, he turned his face directly into the flow of the water, as if to wash away the dark thoughts in his mind.
Stop that. It’s not your fault.
Those eyes. He’d taken to simply calling her “Trouble” as her proper name sometime over the last two decades, and she always gave a faux-pout at it. Trouble she was, though, especially any time they tried to hang out as friends. Inevitably, she’d look at him in just the right way at just the right time...
Trouble.
But the best kind to... get into.
A smirk pulled at the sides of his face as he felt the first stirrings of arousal. They hadn’t been each other’s firsts, no. Summer found himself grateful for that, as his mate was highly skilled and not at all afraid to tell him precisely what she wanted and when she wanted it. And, of course, it meant she was very skilled in making him feel good, too. Like that morning.
Settling down on his haunches in the shower, the water flowed over his chest and abdomen. One orange hoof lazily stroked at his sheath, eyes closing again. It had been early. What Dancer was doing up that early to begin with eluded him, as even when she was working she slept in as late as she could.
He awakened to soft, warm breath on his neck and the feel of a hoof lightly massaging down his body. Little tickles down his chest showed him where her head was, mane lightly sliding downwards as she shifted her body up and around to face him, sitting beside him. He cracked open his eyes to see a wonderful sight - his mare, framed by the rising sun coming through the window, with a halo of light around her mussy violet mane.
Sapphire eyes half lidded, she smiled lovingly. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” he mumbled, trying to sit up before a brown hoof pushed him back gently.
“Mmmm, no. You stay there.” He obliged her, lying back on the fluffy hotel pillows as she moved further around him, shifting her body between his splayed legs, one hoof still trailing down his chest. The other firmly settled on his upper thigh, rubbing the inside gently in just that way he liked.
Crimson mane had obscured his vision for a moment as his head jerked up slightly, feeling her trailing hoof finally make contact with his sheath. Light touches, feeling like butterflies taking off and landing, moved up and down the sheath, coaxing his cock from it’s slumber within. Purring reached his ears, growing as he did, showing her appreciation for it’s length.
Chancing a glance up again, he locked eyes with his mate before a wicked smile crossed her features. Her tongue slid out, going lower and lower before it made contact with the base of his dick, and she drew it up quickly, allowing only the tip to run up the ridged surface. Taking his sharp inhalation and light buck of the hips as an invitation to continue, she repeated the motion, this time pressing her tongue more fully against it.
He moaned, pressing the bottom of his cock against her tongue, delighting in the light sandpapery feel of it against him. Energized by his obvious enjoyment, she moved both hooves up to the base of it before bobbing her head down and enveloping the tip in her mouth. Precum leaked out, and she lapped it up greedily before moving on, taking more and more of his length in her mouth with every bob downwards.
His hooves came up and twined in her soft mane, mussing it further than it was before. He tugged lightly, eliciting a moan from Dancer that vibrated along his cock to the base. She wound her tongue around his dick as she bobbed her head, licking along the sides as her mouth rubbed every inch it could reach. His mouth opened to allow a moan to escape, bucking his hips in rhythm to her sucking, hooves holding tighter and tighter to her hair until she moaned as much as he did.
Looking down again, he locked eyes with her, those deep blue eyes just staring right up at him with love and desire. His cock stretched her mouth to it’s limit, her hooves sliding through her own saliva to coat the rest of his member, jerking it in time with her head bobs. Here was his mate, his lover, his Trouble, and he could feel the heaviness in his balls as they grew taut. She felt it as well against her hooves, and increased her tempo, hot mouth sliding up and down his shaft as her talented hooves worked the base, drawing him onwards, fueling his desire.
With a final moan, he pressed his lover’s head down upon his cock as he came, thick ropes of cum coating the inside of her mouth. She swallowed consistently, the motion of her throat milking the last vestiges of his orgasm from him. As he came down, he looked down at her as she finished, wiping a hoof across her mouth before grinning devilishly.
“Hope you have a good day, now,” she giggled, before kissing his nose and hopping up to begin hers. He flopped back, spent, and drifted back to sleep.
Eyes closed in the shower, he stroked himself rhythmically, remembering all the sensations. As the image of her looking up at him, eyes locked to his with her mouth stuffed full of his cock, came to him, he felt his second orgasm of the day build. The heat in his lower belly roiled and churned and finally released with a quiet moan, cum spurting out onto the floor of the shower, only to be washed away just as quickly.
A polite knock to the door came five minutes later as Summer finished toweling off.
“Who is it?”
“Cleaning service,” replied a gruff male voice. “Shall I come back later?”
Summer opened the door, smiling, to a bluish-gray stallion with a darker gray mane. His white cleaning uniform covered his chest down to his cutie mark. “Not at all, feel free to come on in. Just don’t disturb the papers on the table.”
Nodding, the stallion entered, pulling his cart behind him. Summer settled down at the table as the stallion began cleaning, mulling over the best way to get some information for Dancer. He was a bit shy, to be honest, especially about sexual discussions outside of talking to her.
Mild grumbling reached his ears, and he turned to see the cleaner trying to clean around Dancer’s impressive collection of beauty supplies that she had left out on the counter. Summer trotted up quickly, chuckling apologetically as he began sweeping them into her travel bag. “Mares, eh?”
The gray stallion relaxed and chuckled as well. “I know better than to disturb a stranger lady’s things. Looks like she works hard to look good for ya though.”
“Heh, comes naturally, really,” came the reply, thinking back to that morning. “But you know how it is. Always gotta try to look even better, I guess.”
Snorting, the stallion went back to wiping the counter. “A good thing too, for some of these mares. My marefriend, she could do with some of these.”
Summer looked the stallion up and down, eyebrow raised. He wasn’t bad looking, but certainly was no catch himself-pudgy stomach, coat that could use some brushing, teeth that needed work. “I doubt she’s as bad as all that.”
“Well, you know... she could try a little harder for me. She put on a little weight in the winter, I want to see her lose that before I consider taking things any further, that’s for sure.”
Summer felt his eyebrow arch even higher. “What about you?”
The stallion glanced at him sharply. “What about me?”
“Well, you want her to lose some weight... were you planning on doing so as well?”
Another snort from the stallion. “Doesn’t matter if I do. She’s the mare. I just want her to look more like the fillies in my mags, you know how it is.” Another chuckle and he elbowed Summer. “Those newer mags that are coming out, those are great. Skinny mares willing to do anything, that’s how it should be.”
“That’s fantasy, though,” explained Summer. “Those mares are hoof-picked for being underweight and more filly-like. Not really reasonable to expect regular mares to look like that.” He leaned against the counter comfortably, thinking. “And besides that, if you love your marefriend, you should be willing to do the same for her and try to look like those bodybuilding stallions.”
The gray stallion just sulked, turning away and continuing his work. Smirking, Summer headed back to the table to scribble down his notes on this interaction. At least he was figuring out where this entitlement was coming from.
A little while later, the cleaning stallion had left quietly. Squaring up the notes on the table for Dancer to peruse later, the orange pegasus slid on his saddle bags and headed out the door. Maybe he could meet up with her in the market?
Stepping out of the hotel, he took a deep breath of the post-rainstorm air, spreading his wings to feel the sunlight’s warmth on his feathers. A lovely day, to be sure, one he could spend with a lovely mare. His eyes drifted to the skies, unconsciously searching for her distinctive form. He knew she loved to fly, but tried not to around him, and it weighed on him heavily.
Sighing, he took off at a canter, wings spreading and beginning to flap. It couldn’t hurt to try, could it? With a few quick thrusts, he was in the air, gliding ten feet above the ground. The wind blew his mane back and caught his tail, pulling it out like a red flag, waving in the wind left by his wingbeats.
A sudden twinge warned him to fly lower, and not a moment too soon as a hot lance of pain shot up his back. Trying not to cry out, he landed gently in an alleyway and laid down. He shivered through the pain, moving like angry bees from his haunches to his neck, buzzing and swallowing the entire world into nothing but pain. Eyes screwed shut and breathing hard, he waited for it to pass.
How long he laid there, he couldn’t say. Eventually, the pain was back down to the consistent, dull roar he was used to, and he stood. Wiping away a tear that had escaped, he shook his body gently before taking off at a trot again towards the market. The smell of freshly baked bread and various flora drifted to him, and a smile cracked his muzzle once again.
Suddenly, he felt a soft wing across his back, and a nuzzle on his neck. Happy his mare had returned, he directed her towards the stands, smiling brightly. I won’t tell her about it. She’ll just worry and then feel bad.
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.
Dancer's Night School for Stallions
Chapter Six: Cognitive Dissonance
Summer had found himself in front of the Golden Oaks library at just a quarter past six. He had left with full confidence as well as full concern that Dancer knew what she was doing. Hoping the library staffed by none other than the Princess's prized student had reference materials unavailable in Fillydelphia, he trotted slowly to the door, drinking in the simple pleasure of watching a small town in the evening.
The evening was proving to be just as lovely as the day had been, with the soft light of the waning sun bathing the town in a brilliant orange glow. It was by this glow that he read the small sign with the hours on it, ascertaining what was already confirmed earlier. Gently, he pushed open the door and trotted inside.
Several ponies occupied the main library. A large red stallion was perusing the reference section, while a smaller pink mare browsed fiction. A gaggle of foals took up most of the main floor's desks, covered in reference guides to cutie marks, Legends and Myths of the Ocean, and, oddly, Starswirl the Bearded's dissertation on teleportation. Shaking his head slightly (and rather hoping those fillies had very, very observant parents), he moved to the reference section, eyes passing over the books with mounting frustration.
"Do you need help finding a book?"
Summer turned, seeing the purple mare before him, and shook his head. "No...I mean, I do, but I don't know if you have any on what I need-I need books about conservation engineering."
He waited patiently while she tapped her chin, more skilled librarian eyes dissecting the stacks. "I've heard a lot about them! I think it's an amazing field, and very important. It might not matter to this generation or the one after it, but eventually, expansion is going to just kill our natural resources! Keeping a balance is going to be critical to the continuing success of our species and planet, after all!"
"Well, uh, thank you."
She turned back to him, surprised. "Oh! Is that what you do? I'm sorry, I didn't think-well, I didn't think." Her eyes flicked to his wings for the barest second before flicking back. Awkwardly, she turned back to the stacks. "Well! I don't see any here. I know I have some on order, so you could always check back in a week or so!"
"Ah, that's okay. I'll be back home then, I'm only visiting. Dancer asked me to send her regards," he said, dipping his head slightly before turning from the books, shaking his shaggy red mane from his eyes for the umpteenth time that day.
"Oh, are you her coltfriend? Please tell her I said hello." A loud call of filly voices filled the air for a moment, sounding suspiciously like Cutie Mark Crusaders Underwater Explorers, yeah! , and Twilight's eyes shrunk to pinpricks before she giggled nervously and began making her way back to the fillies. "Sorry, I need to...get a lid on this."
"I totally understand." He waved her off, chuckling under his breath as he watched the harried librarian gently pull the reference materials from them. Her lightly scolding and serious voice followed him as he snagged a book from the shelf, Natural Anomalies and You: What to Expect from the Unexpected . He settled onto a pillow by the stacks, ears catching something about 'splicing' and 'your sister' and 'sweet Celestia, why ', interspersed with squeaks that could only be the children talking.
He smiled fondly before cracking open the tome, green eyes dropping to the table of contents. He knew there were strange creatures in the Everfree forest, monsters hewn from the very living trees themselves, and wanted to be prepared in case he ran across anything of the sort during field work. If they were there, they might be elsewhere, too. His orange hoof scanned down to Timberwolves , and figuring that was as good a place to start as any, he turned to the relevant section and settled in.
His thoughts wandered as he struggled to pay attention to his reading. Today marked new territory in his relationship with Midnight Dancer. Though he knew her well for many years prior to their official relationship, and knew mentally that she cheerfully carried on relationships with either sex, and he was fine with it academically speaking, to see it in action threw him for an unexpected loop emotionally. His stomach flipped and squirmed, bodily processes beginning to mirror his mental processes.
Free hoof worrying the floor beneath him distractedly, eyes scanning words that his brain was simply not taking in, he thought.
It had been winter. The cheerful little home that the roommates-turned-lovers shared housed the two pegasi that night, both snuggling close before the hearth as a merry blaze roared and chased out the cold. Her head had been on his shoulder, perpetually messy violet mane tickling his ear as they had laid together in companionable silence.
"Summer?"
"Mmm?"
Those large blue eyes had turned to his face as she shifted, a brown hoof reaching over to cover one of his. "I just wanted you to know that if there's somepony you'd want to sleep with that's not me, it's fine as long as you tell me first."
His eyes had shot open, staring down into hers. Firelight danced and reflected in her own eyes, turning the blue almost to black, a frank expression of honesty and love on her face.
"But...I'm not trying to do that, I love YOU."
A giggle like light bells washed over him as she nuzzled up beneath his chin into the scruffy orange fur. "Oh, my love. I don't mind somepony else having your body, so long as I always have your heart."
Blushing, he'd smiled down at her.
"You're amazing."
They had laid like that for awhile.
And it had held true. And even when he failed to tell her that one time, and worked so hard to keep it a secret, she still had that small smile as she forgave him.
Summer gave up on the book, closing it with one hoof and huffing, laying his head down on it for a moment. It was a little late to have second thoughts, he reasoned, and he could always talk to her about this later. They talked about everything, after all.
As if on cue, his back twinged slightly, and he sighed. Almost everything.
Ten minutes later found him laying on a park bench, watching the sun slip past the horizon completely. Many couples were out in the warm evening, strolling together or just sitting beside each other and watching the sunset. Ponyville is beautiful. Kind of wish we could stay here. Sliding his glasses off and resting them on the bench in front of him, he laid his head down on his forelegs, intending only to rest for a few moments.
When his eyes slid open again, it was markedly darker, with Luna's moon making it's way though the sky. He shook himself a bit and hopped off the bench with a groan. Ughhh...I would fall asleep on a bench. Lucky me. At least it's still nice out. Sliding his glasses back into place, he started a slow trot around the park, his muscles finally loosening and blood flowing more freely through his legs as he lost himself in the cadence of his hooffalls on the soft grass. Stopping to stretch his wings out and above, he twisted them to and fro, feeling the gentle wind tugging at his saffron feathers and tempting him onwards and upwards...
And the stars were beautiful. How would it feel to night fly again as he used to when he and Dancer were young? A smile grew on his muzzle as he remembered the teasing games of tag, dashing around and through the clouds, tackling her on one and seeing her dark form framed by wispy white. The air would be much chillier up there, cutting invisible swaths across his body. Soft clouds to lay on and reflect, above everything, and just how amazing would Ponyville look on such a clear night from such a high vantage point? He knew that on such a night, he could see straight into Canterlot from there.
He wavered for a moment, before snapping his wings back down to his sides. No. I'm not ruining this trip with a self-inflicted side trip to the hospital. Tearing his wistful emerald eyes from the sky above, he started an easy, ambling gait through the park.
Most of the foals had gone home, no doubt tucked in and given a kiss by loving parents before drifting off to sleep. The park was sparsely dotted now with a few stargazers and loving couples, along with a few stallions simply enjoying the night like he was himself. Two of which were standing together and staring at...something. One of the couples? Ever curious, Summer trotted closer.
"-just get closer! C'mon, they won't mind."
"I don't know-I'm not lookin for a fight."
The larger of the two, a cream colored stallion, tossed his mossy green mane back as he barked out a laugh. "Nah, come on, I'll show you, they love this. Might even get lucky-one for each of us."
The couple they were eyeballing, a pale green unicorn mare and a light tan earth pony mare, were so far oblivious. Curious, Summer wandered closer as the two stallions approached them. The earth pony broke from her conversation with her mate, looking up quizzically but still friendly at the two. "Hello! Lovely evening tonight! How are you two doing?" Cheerful teal eyes regarded the two as her foreleg draped around the unicorn, who snuggled closer in the grass to her lover.
The larger stallion snorted. "Yeah, lovely night...the view could improve a lot, though..."
Summer frowned, stopping roughly ten feet behind the two.
Looking around curiously, the two mares regarded the stallions with with confusion. "How do you mean?" asked the unicorn.
"Well, you know, my buddy and I here, we saw you from across the park. You both look hot laying there all cuddled up together, but you could do a lot more than just cuddle if you come on back with us..." He leered down at the two suggestively, his friend finally getting into the spirit of things and slapping him on the withers with one hoof.
"Yeah, you ladies interested?" His dark amber eyes met the unicorn's as he waggled his brow.
The two mares looked at each other and giggled nervously before the earth pony spoke up. "Well, you see, we're together, actually-we're not really looking to add anyone to our relationship, and if we were, it wouldn't be stallions...no offense." Summer noted that her smile had become extremely strained, and her lover's tail flicked in an agitated manner as she snuggled a bit closer.
"Alright, alright...well, hows about you two just put on a little show here for us, hmm? The cuddling is cute but it doesn't do much for the eyes. Gimmie something to go home with in my head, at least!" The larger of the two came a little closer, smirking still.
The earth pony mare, apparently having heard enough, stood and locked her eyes with his while her marefriend stood behind. Summer could see the small, tell tale glow of magic building in her horn, golden eyes beneath looking both worried and angry.
The tan earth pony regarded the large stallion coolly. "Our relationship isn't a show, and we're not trained pets that kiss and fuck at your command. I suggest you leave. Do I make myself clear?"
The stallion glared back. "No. Not much you can do about it, sweetheart." He gave her a little shove with his forehoof. "Go on, now. I'm waiting. You know you want to."
Her posture relaxed, lids sliding down over her eyes in an almost...seductive gaze? Her posture loosened, tension running out of her body as she kept her eyes locked with his. Summer sat down, rather confused, and opted to continue to watch. Was she enjoying this? His eyes wandered to the unicorn, who had abruptly cut off her magic and had backed up about three paces, a worried frown creasing her features. The larger stallion also relaxed upon seeing her posture change, and that ridiculous smirk came back.
Summer nearly missed what happened next. The earth pony mare spun in a fluid motion, kicking her hind legs up and out with a speed rivaled only by the Royal Guards. She caught him full in the chest with both rear hooves, sending his unprepared body flying back into his hapless friend, both landing in a tangle directly to Summer's right.
Gaping, Summer looked back at her. She adjusted her hair with one forehoof, glancing back over her shoulder at her handiwork. Other park patrons had noticed, and the entire area fell under a hush as she flicked her tail disdainfully in their direction. "I said no. Come on, Lyra." Lyra, a happy smile on her face and a worried look in her eyes, fell into step beside her marefriend as she trotted past, the two cresting a hill at the edge of the park towards town.
Glancing back down at the two stallions that were now finally disengaging from each other, Summer raised an eyebrow before breaking the thick silence. "The hell is wrong with you?"
The larger stallion, still laying on the ground, sputtered. "Me? ME? That crazy bitch just BUCKED ME!"
Summer's second eyebrow joined the first. "I saw and heard the whole thing. What the hell were you thinking, bothering a couple ponies like that? They weren't bothering you."
With the help of his smaller friend, the stallion rose and coughed twice before fixing a baleful glare on Summer. "She was just being a bitch. Her friend was into it, she didn't have to be like that."
Standing as well, Summer fixed his eyes right back. "Her marefriend was terrified. What made you think they'd want to do...what you were asking? Honest question."
He rolled his eyes. "Because they like it when colts watch 'em. Don't you know anything?"
Now it was Summer's turn to smirk. "I know you just got bucked into last week by a mare half your size."
The stallion surged forward, bumping his chest up against Summer's and glaring down. "You're gonna get that beating the mare deserved."
Summer chuckled and nodded, lowering his voice. "Go right ahead. I won't even fight back. All these ponies here, these ponies that know you, that know your family, all they'll see is you beating the hell out of somepony who never struck you. And I'm sure once my marefriend gets wind of it, she'll make sure everyone knows that you beat up a pegasus that couldn't even fly to save himself. So go on, now-I'm waiting." He shook his mane from his eyes, tiny smile starting to play at the corners of his lips.
Another beat of silence. Summer's calm eyes watched the larger pony over the rim of his glasses. With a sudden snort, the pony turned and stalked off, friend in tow.
Letting out a relieved breath he wasn't aware he was holding, Summer sighed. That almost ended...really really badly. Pull it together, Summer. Flashing a quick smile to the ponies that were now beginning to wander off, he did the same himself, meandering in the general direction of the inn.
But they were so...ugh. He trotted a little faster, hooves crossing the line from grass to cobblestone in fluid motion. They were acting like they were entitled to watch a couple mares do...that! He settled into a comfortable canter, legs eating up the distance to the inn. I hope Dancer and Hot Process stayed in the room tonight, with those two sorry excuses for stallions wandering around town.
Glancing up to the nearby clock tower, he noted that several hours had passed. They're probably finished up-I'll head back. I could use a shower... Nodding to himself once, he upped his pace to a gallop, headed back to his mate.
Summer knew, sometimes, that Dancer kind of enjoyed arguing when she knew she was right. Some of the terms thrown around were a bit alien to him. But, really, at this moment, he started to understand one phrase really, really well.
His mate was frozen, head in her forelegs with her dark brown ass thrust up into the air, purple tail cascading to the side over a yellow hoof. The owner of said hoof was also frozen, face wedged in Dancer's marehood and dark brown eyes eying him warily. Even frozen so Summer felt his slumbering cock begin to stir, noting the minute detail of cum glistening in his mate's cunt with the other mare's muzzle coated in it.
Another beat of that awkward silence the orange pegasus had become so intimately acquainted with that day.
Hot Process relaxed imperceptibly. Bit by bit, her body relaxed, before she gave one more slow, calculated lick to Dancer's clit, before winking at him. "Well hey there, Summer."
The spoken words seem to break Dancer out of her trance of embarrassment, and with a sudden flurry of dark legs and feathers, she was standing before him.
"Hey, sweetie! Sorry, I just...she showed up a little late, that's all, I didn't mean for you to have to see and-"
"I wanted to watch. You can keep-" He paused, tilting his head.
Hot Process ghosted up next to Dancer, face still heavy with desire as she eyed Summer's sheath with his turgid cock creeping out of it. "Mmm, and do you have a name for that fella there?" She giggled as she gestured to his dick.
"Cognitive Dissonance," he grumbled, before pushing his lips to Dancer's.
Dancer's Night School for Stallions
Chapter Seven: Going the Distrance
Note: This is where the "Gore" part comes in. This should, if I've planned this correctly, be the only gory chapter. This is not a vital part of the continuity of the story, so you can skip it if you want.
It was dark.
He felt the cool grass brushing his fetlocks as he trotted languidly through the meadow, his saffron hooves taking him ever closer to the dark demarcation between the town and the forest. Dark green eyes turned back, slowly, the world passing by in fits and starts as he focused his eyes on the moon briefly. The faint outline of a mare's head stared down impassively at the orange pegasus for a moment before he turned back. Opening his wings, he leaped into the air, flapping gently as he rose up and above the treeline.
He banked swiftly to his right, following the path of the moonlight on the trees. The forest stretched out before him, endless, nothing but a sea of dark green. Gentle rustles of leaves through the wind reached his ears, causing them to flick as he began a wheeling descent through the unnaturally chilly air.
The treeline broke and accepted him in, pooling out like dark water as he slowly descended to the clearing ahead. He landed with all four hooves on the ground, wings closing gracefully as he cantered lazily through the dark grass. Scarlet hair ruffled in the breeze as he slowed, coming closer to the thick ribbon of river that wound through the meadow before disappearing again between the twisted roots of the ancient trees.
His hooves sank deeply into the soft earth on the bank as his eyes followed the dance of moonlight on the surface of the water. Thirsty, he dipped his head and drank deeply of the shockingly cold water, submerging his entire muzzle. He noticed with a detached interest that his glasses slid away, pulled along the slipstream as they fell to the bottom.
Oddly, he could still see fine.
Just as he lost sight of his glasses, a disturbance began in the water. Rings of water spread out from a central point as something large and obscenely pink broke the surface, rising swiftly and almost elegantly to tower above the small pegasus stallion. Beady black eyes opened, one behind a meticulously balanced monocle. Two thick membranous wings arched from the middle of it's body, and a long horn spiraled from its head, behind which a well buffed top hat sat. A bizarre black pinstriped vest was strapped somehow around its slippery midsection, two small pockets stitched in.
They regarded each other silently for a moment, the only sounds the rushing water
The worm's horn glowed briefly with a sick, dark yellowish glow. The glasses, previously unnoticed by the pegasus, floated off the brim of the top hat and settled back onto Summer's nose. "You dropped these, pony."
Summer bent his leg into a half bow. "Thank you."
The worm bent over impossibly far, hinting at much more length beneath the surface. This close to its face, Summer could count the pulsating rings around it's body and see the mud streaking its pink flesh. Eye to eye, the pegasus looked back, strangely unafraid.
"Pony. There is something that you want. And there is something that I want." Its massive white teeth, arrayed impossibly in its circular mouth, gleamed sharply in the moonlight as it kept his eyes fixed to Summer's.
His mind raced with denials, but they ebbed away like the water at his hooves before he could clutch them, and he merely found himself nodding. "Yes."
"Look into the water." Summer obeyed, seeing a large mirror of water forming in front of him. Reflected at him was not himself, but an image of his lover. She was alone. Her hair down and bedraggled, her signature socks removed. Those large blue eyes were no longer vibrant, but dark. She was collapsed in a street, wailing and sobbing, head laid across her forelegs and wings relaxed in complete acceptance of her despair.
Summer looked away.
He nodded to the worm.
"Very well," the worm rumbled. It lifted the small pegasus in his sickly aura, pulling him up and towards its face. Summer felt his cock stir and begin to grow rapidly, turned on by the night and the promise of what this strange creature would do.
The large mouth narrowed as it pursed its lips, impossibly large face looming above Summer like a vengeful god as it angled the pegasus cock into its mouth. The smell of seawater and rotted fish washed over the pegasus before his dick plugged the hole in the worm's head, and he knew he should want to vomit-but did not.
The lips slid over his cock down to the base, drawing a moan and a shudder from the magically suspended stallion. The worm began to fellate him fiercely, snakelike tongue splitting into four parts and massaging his cock from top to bottom. Summer's body twitched helplessly, balls growing tight and high with impending orgasm.
Pleasure swiftly turned to pain as the worm bit down, severing his cock from the base and leaving his balls dangling. Mouth held firmly closed with magic, Summer looked with wild eyes to the worm that swiftly chewed and swallowed his dick. "Most delicious, pony. I shall see if the rest of you measures up."
With that, he straightened Summer's body out and made it a rigid line, heedless of the blood spurting from his severed colthood that was staining his rather dapper top hat. The worm smiled greedily up at the pegasus one more time. "And now, pony, you have made your choice. There is no going back. Be grateful, as there is no greater honor than to sacrifice yourself to my continuing existence."
Summer nodded once.
Starting with his back hooves, he was lowered between the sharp pillars of teeth that adorned the worm's mouth. Warm blood rushed from his head and out his hooves, filling the creature's mouth as it chomped viciously up his legs. He felt his world begin to blink in and out, blood loss getting to him. Impossibly, he broke the magic on his mouth long enough to cry out weakly, "Swallow me! Please! If you have mercy, let me feel it!"
He could have sworn he saw a smile on that circular mouth before his body was slid inside wholly, and everything went black as he screamed down the creature's gullet. He felt the air turn hotter and the smells became ranker as his stumps of legs finally contacted the roiling acid in the creature's stomach...
A scream pierced the otherwise calm night of Ponyville. Ponies in the streets still at this late hour stopped, blanched, and trotted swiftly the other way in fear.
In a small hotel room near the middle of town, an orange pegasus sat up in bed, coated in sweat. His mate rose in a panic, hooves blindly reaching for him. "Summer! Summer! Are you okay? Babe, talk to me!"
His breathing slowed. His hooves were still there. His glasses were still there. And his cock was still there, he was pleased to note.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. Just...a bad dream."
He rose from bed, leaving his perplexed mate behind as he stumbled down the stairs and out into the night. He looked to the moon.
Its face was blank.
He heaved a watery sigh before heading back inside, ignoring the stares of the townsfolk.
Dancer's Night School for Stallions
Chapter Eight: Compensation
Warning: mild D/S and possible triggery words (female centric). If it helps, everything is consensual. Proceed at own risk.
The first thing Dancer saw when she awoke was her mate's eyes-soft and green, they looked down at her lovingly as she struggled to awaken. She felt his hoof brushing gently through her mane, and she gave a little smile, prepared to sink back down into sleep.
As her eyes fluttered shut, there was the sudden and unmistakable sensation of teeth grasping her neck roughly. She squealed, still half asleep, and turned over to see Summer looking down at her wolfishly, sly grin on his face. Clearing most of the cobwebs from her mind, she allowed a return smile, eyes half lidded as she stared him down.
A moment later, he was upon her.
A sharp groan escaped her throat as he clamped his teeth on her shoulder again, both of her forelegs coming up to hold him against her. He growled against her fur and shot one hoof down to her already wet pussy, rubbing viciously, making her groans turn to squeals as her hind legs twitched ineffectually at either side of him. His lips pressed to hers feverishly, seeking, almost desperate even as he took control.
Breaking the kiss, he pushed himself up roughly against her body, squatting between her hind legs. Sapphire eyes fluttered open to lock with his emerald ones, trailing down his body to his sheath. His cock was already out and bobbing proudly in front of him, tip slick with precum as he drank in the sight of his mate's submission. A sly smile crept across his muzzle before he suddenly dipped his head down between her legs and took one of her tiny nipples between his teeth and bit.
She inhaled sharply, forehooves going to the back of his head and pushing him down further to her teats. He growled again, releasing her nipple and sitting up far enough to push her forehooves back roughly to the bed. Eying her fiercely, he simply said, "No. This is for me. Behave."
Almost visibly melting into the bed, Dancer relaxed, drawing her forehooves up to her chest while spreading her hind hooves further. Eyes half lidded, she fixed him with her smouldering gaze. "And if I don't want to be good?"
Orange hoof met brown flank as he slapped her rudely across the ass. "Then I make you," he replied simply. His lips engaged hers again in a harsh kiss, before breaking to allow him to take her violet mane into his mouth and pull. She gasped sharply, feeling his hoof once again savagely pressing against her clit.
Ripples of pleasure ran up and down her body as pain spiked alongside it, her hoof blindly pawing and finding Summer's cock. She rubbed the top half, rolling her hoof base over the slick tip and down, making him shudder and moan in response. He sat back again, giving her more access to his cock. Immediately taking advantage, she dove forward and took it into her mouth, running her tongue over the precum and moaning as she tasted it.
Her ass rose almost instinctively into the air as she sucked, and Summer reached back and grabbed her tail sharply, pulling it up and over her back and head. The purple strands cascaded over, tickling his belly as they brushed by. Dancer groaned around his cock, feeling the cold air on her wet and empty cunt. One brown hoof carefully cradled his balls as her head dove down further, taking three quarters of his length into her throat. He shuddered and slapped her ass again, moaning at the contraction of her hot mouth around his cock.
Chancing a glance down at her, dark blue eyes locked with his, playful and almost innocent. Shuddering, he nearly came at the sight, pushing her off of his dick roughly and flipping her to her belly. Laying on top of her, his lips nipped at her ear before speaking. "You suck my dick good, my little slut." Her body shuddered beneath him, and he ran a hoof up and down her side, tugging at her splayed wings. "I bet your cunt feels better, though."
His cock, slick with her saliva, probed at her prone form. She tilted her ass up, still laying on the bed, leading his dick to her cunt with her heat. Once, and then once more it slipped down, causing her to grunt in frustration only to be silenced by a savage bite to the ear. Her pained whine turned to a moan of satisfaction as his cock hit home, stretching her walls and sliding up to the hilt. He laid still for a moment, holding her writhing form with his hooves, before beginning a slow rock back and forth.
"Mmmm...so tell me, whore..." he began, sliding out almost completely before slamming his cock home again, "did you enjoy the taste of her pussy?"
She shuddered, moaning. "Yes, sir."
"I see. Did it taste better than my cock in your throat, slut?" He continued pumping slowly, almost languidly.
Another shiver, the demeaning words spilling from his mouth causing cold but pleasurable shudders to run up and down her spine. "I...I can't..."
Snagging her mane in his mouth at her reluctance, he twisted and pulled savagely, delighting in the sudden tightness of her cunt as she screamed. Spitting it out, he snarled, "I asked you a fucking question." He bore down on her cunt once more, and let a little more of his weight lay on her and off his own forelegs.
Wheezing, she sputtered out, "YES! It tasted...just amazing...you know it did, you had some too..."
An orange hoof snaked down, pushing her wing to an unnatural angle. Above her whimper, he replied, "This isn't about me, you cunt. This is about you."
Biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut against the tears that threatened, she nodded. "Of course, sir...I'm sorry...."
The wolfish grin resurfaced, and he chuckled. "Oh, you will be, pet."
Sliding his dick out of her, he sat back, pulling her hips up roughly. She happily went along with it, flagging her tail to one side and presenting lewdly right before his face. He eyed her cunt, slick with their combined juices, before darting forward to nip at her labia. She groaned and pushed back against his muzzle, at which point he stopped and slapped her ass again. "You want to get fucked? Fine."
Without preamble, he reared up, slamming his forehooves onto her rump while pushing his cock roughly inside her. Moaning, Dancer laid her head down on the bed and pushed her ass up farther for a better angle. He began pumping once more, growing in intensity until he was slamming inside her. The feel of every ridge and bump in his cock sent pleasurable shudders down her spine and a roiling heat in her belly foretold her own orgasm. She felt it grow with every slam of his colthood, nearly spiraling out of control as her moans grew in intensity.
And then he stopped. Suddenly and without warning, there was an emptiness in her cunt, and she whined and bit at the bed in frustration. The pleasurable feel of her orgasm slipped away, and she heard a laugh behind her. "No, my pet. I think that pretty little cunt has had enough fun in the last few days."
He spat down on her asshole, rubbing it around with a hoof as his other hoof pushed her tail out of the way. Pressure built against her asshole as he pushed his cock tip to it, drawing a sharp gasp from her. She steeled herself before forcing relaxation, letting her flanks go limp, supported by her legs. Feeling this, he pushed forward with an odd gentleness again, knowing that going too fast with even an experienced pony could cause pain and possible damage.
His cockhead popped in as another gasp escaped Dancer, and he smoothly slid the rest inside. Her walls, impossibly tight, contracted and released around him as her body tried to make sense of the confusing intrusion. Registering both the pain and the pleasure, she moaned and began to push back against him, wanting more and more.
Moving still with maddening slowness, he allowed himself to feel every bump and ridge in her ass sliding on his cock. He shivered and then grinned at her growing frustration. He knew what she wanted, but continued his languid movement, savoring every second.
"P-please..."
"Please what, cunt?" In. Out.
"Please sir...please fuck my ass..." She squealed and pushed back again, earning a sharp slap to her ass for her troubles.
A chuckle. "Oh, but I am."
She bit the bed covers again, squeezing her eyes shut as he slid in to the hilt. "N-no...fuck me hard...fuck me fast, please, oh please..."
Leaning forward, cock still buried up her pert ass, he bit at the base of her wing before speaking. "You know what I want, pet."
Shivering with desire, feeling the familiar and pleasant sting in her ass, she tossed her mane out of her face. "Please sir, please fuck my ass hard. Cum in my ass! Make me your whore, please, please..."
"If you insist." Sliding his cock out again, slowly, he reveled in her happy moans before slamming his cock home again. Steadying himself on her rump, he began pumping faster, slamming harder each time. His balls slapped her cunt, growing wetter with each contact as she finally came. Her moans were soon drowned out by his as his balls grew tighter and heavier, finally unloading their cargo into her asshole, pumping as deep as he could reach inside.
They stayed like that for a moment before he carefully slid his still semi hard dick out of her ass. He admired the sight of his cum leaking from her asshole for a moment, before she flopped down on the bed, breathing heavily. He spared a quick kiss to her cheek.
"I'm grabbing a shower and heading out. Pull yourself together, your class is tonight." With a wink to his semi-comatose mate, he headed off to the bathroom.
The slightly unusual thing about Dancer was that even though she was quite-QUITE-accustomed to having sex, very good sex tended to both wake her up and make her utterly useless for about an hour afterwards. It was in this mild form of afterglow that she sat at the hotel's table, coffee in hoof, blinking blearily at her notes. The morning sun shone in cheerfully, utterly disregarding her current inability to see properly at all.
One hoof brushed the soft brown fur of her stomach, eyes still dreamy and unfocused. Breakfast! That's what she was supposed to do. Her stomach growled appreciatively, and she forced herself up from the table to find her saddlebags. The fun part of staying at the hotel meant she got to eat out every day. The unfortunate part, at the moment, was also that she had to eat out every day.
Just as she located her pale pink saddlebags-and why the hell were they under the bed anyway? -a knock came at the door. Suppressing an annoyed grunt, she trotted to the door, taking a moment to run a hoof through her mane and generally not look like she just got fucked by a herd of angry gods.
"Who is it?"
"BAGELS."
Blinking in confusion, she called out again. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that..."
"BAGELS!" Came the loud and deep voice from the other side of the door.
Thoroughly confused, she arched an eyebrow, opening the door. Before her stood a young gray stallion, his short cropped mane a pale blue. A huge grin adorned his face as he thrust a strange bouquet forth with his unicorn magic. "BAGELS!"
"...so they are," she mused. The 'bouquet' was definitely the strangest she'd ever seen, consisting entirely of various types of bagels on sticks amongst a spray of peanut butter and cream cheese packets. Looking further, she could see small jam packets nestled inside the cone.
He pushed it forward a little more, still smiling. "For you!"
"I...see. Thank you. Ah, who are these from?" She noted his uniform and name tag that merely read "BARATA" in gold script.
"RIGHT!" He eagerly thrust a small card towards her, which she took bemusedly with one hoof.
Dancer (and Summer),
Had an awesome time last night. Figured you two would be hungry today.
If you're ever in Canterlot, look me up.
<3 and orgasms,
Hot Process.
Grinning now, Dancer shook her head and took the bouqet. "That silly pony. Thank you for bringing these, Barata-"
A fierce growl from Barata's stomach interrupted, and he blushed. "Sorry."
"Quite alright. Here." She took a bagel stem in her teeth, presenting it to him. "E'a up."
Laughing, he took the stem in his magic. "Thank you, you're too kind. Enjoy your BAGELS!" He trotted off down the hall, munching his bagel, and Dancer got the barest glimpse at a bagel cutie mark before retreating back to the room.
She settled back down at the table, spreading some peanut butter on one of the plain bagels. "Well. Tonight's the night! Good thing I'm ready." Eyes slid over a pile of magazines with letters from stallions from Ponyville. "They won't know what hit 'em."
