The desperate trophy wife

Dale:

I slipped off my combat boots and placed them on the door mat. Fleur shook like a dog and water splashed at me. I raised an eyebrow, wasn’t she high class? So shouldn’t she dry off with a towel rather than… my thoughts trailed off as I figured that I’d just forget about it.

My clothes were dripping wet and I stood by the door like an idiot. She looked to me and smiled. “Well don’t just stand there, come in, come in” she offered and I took a deep gulp and entered her residence. It was really swanky and high class. Everything seemed to be décor and was probably expensive.

My clothes continued to drip water and I looked down to see that water from my clothes was staining the high quality carpet. “Damn, uhm… where should I go so that I don’t stain the carpet?” I asked, not wanting to really make a mess of the place.

“Follow me, you can have a shower while your clothes dry” she offered and led me to the washroom. It was like the rest of the house, swanky.

I nodded with a show of impress. “Nice digs chief” I commented and she shot me a confused look.

“Digs?” she asked and I chuckled as we entered the washroom. There was a washing machine and drier, the latter of which I needed to use, along with the other faculties of a washroom.

“Uhm… I don’t mean to be rude but uhm…” I trailed off shyly and she raised an eyebrow. “Well if I’m gonna take a shower I would rather not have you watch” I said with a faint smile.

“Oh… right, uhm… of course” she said and quickly left, closing the door behind her. I let out a small sigh and opened the drying machine as I undressed. I tossed all the clothes into the machine then closed the door and started it.

I looked around for a towel and soon found a stack of them in the cupboards above the washing machine. They were of top quality I could tell and looked like they were more for show then use.

I placed the towel over the towel rack and slipped into the shower. The nozzle was a little shorter then I was but that didn’t bother me in the least. The way I figured it was it was better than the garden hose I used at the farm.

I played with the taps until the stream of water coming from the showerhead was hot and steamy. I let out a satisfied sigh of immense pleasure. God this felt good, I hadn’t bathed in warm water since… a long time.

I scrubbed myself down and lathered my body with some frilly smelling body wash that made my nostrils tingle. Suds of soapy water were washed away down the drain as I browsed through Fleur’s rather large selection of shampoo. ‘Christ how much shampoo does one broad need anyway?’ I thought to myself then remembered how beautiful her mane was.

“Yeah… on second thought it would make sense” I told myself as I chose some strawberry smelling shampoo and soaked some into my hair. I seriously needed another haircut. I got one twice a year but I liked to keep my hair on the short side of things. Macintosh usually cut my hair for me. He and I got along fine because he sort of knew my pain.

His own sister would piss off at the worst of times to go do something and leave us to do all the work so it goes without saying that we saw eye to eye on more than one thing. He also listened to my war stories and understood why sometimes I would wake up hollering like a lunatic. He said that if any-pony went through what I went through then they would probably be worse than I was.

As I finished washing my hair I scratched the back of my head a little. I knew that Fleur was in heat but couldn’t she have gotten some-pony else? Then again every-pony was scared of what Fancy Pants might do. Just because he had political connections didn’t necessarily mean he was scary.

I finished my shower and turned off the nozzles. I didn’t know how long I had been in the shower but I had this feeling that it was probably close to forty minutes. It was just one of those things I had to enjoy while it lasted, like leave time during military service way back in the day.

I reached my hand out of the shower and felt around for my towel but couldn’t find it. I poked my head out of the shower to look for my towel but couldn’t see it anywhere. I scrunched my nose. I could’ve sworn I had gotten one and left it out. ‘Maybe the sun is getting to me’ I thought to myself as I quickly used my hands to wipe off the majority of the water still on my body.

I stepped out carefully, my wet feet making footprints of water as I snuck over to the towel cupboard and opened it to get another towel. I was shocked to find it empty. I muttered a quiet curse to myself as I looked around for something to dry myself off with.

I spotted a hair drier on the washing machine and smiled. I grabbed the hair drier, which conveniently already plugged in, and flicked it on then began to dry myself off. The humming of the hair drier filled the room and I looked at myself in the mirror only to be surprised when I realized that no fog had accumulated on the mirror from the steam produced during my shower.

I figured that Fleur had just bought a fog-proof mirror. The hair drier was a little less convenient than a towel but quickly got the job done. I began to dry my hair and within minutes my hair was dry and fluffy.

I gave my hair a little rustle but it didn’t catch on my fingers like it usually did. Instead my fingers seeped through my hair and it felt pretty cool. “Huh, well ain’t that something” I muttered then slid my hand down to my bare chest and felt my old scars. Two rather circular scars on the top left of my chest were from an AK47 while the jagged line scar on the right side of my chest was from a knife.

I gently slid my left hand fingers along my knife scar and sighed. My back fared no better with several scars from random incidents. At least my face was still pretty, well sort of. I leaned forwards and looked more intently at my reflection in the mirror.

“Well… aren’t you just the grandest of fuck ups. You squad gets killed, you end up in another world with no way home, treated like an animal but yet you somehow manage to stay devishly handsome… you old dog” I chuckled to myself. The cold dog tags around my neck dangled about freely.

They were the last things I had to remind myself who I really was. Without them I would probably just consider myself an animal like most of these godforsaken ponies thought I was. But whenever I looked to them I remembered. “Sergeant Major Smith D.” I told myself then rubbed my right shoulder attentively and gave a tired stretch.

I turned off the hair drier and opened the drying machine. As I pulled out my clothes I realized that I hadn’t put a fabric softener in and my clothes clung together. I chuckled as I quickly slipped them on, hearing the static of the fabric as they rubbed together.

As I stretched one last time I caught a whiff of a strong odour. I sniffed the air and heard the faintest of moans come from the doorway. I looked and heard a gasp just as a streak of light pink rushed away. I did the math and chuckled quietly to myself.

“Well I’ll be damned… smartass” I muttered to myself then gave my hair one last feel before leaving the washroom. I walked towards the living room, which was near the exit of the house, to see Fleur resting on her black leather couch.

“Well thank you for the hospitality ma’am, but I really must be going” I told her as I realized that it was rather late in the evening. She immediately lept up from the comment.

“NO! Please you must stay. It is still raining” she said hastily as she got off the couch and quickly trotted over to me. She placed a hoof on my shoulder but as she did a zap of static electricity zapped her. “Ouch!” she squeaked as she immediately retracted her hoof.

“I uh… forgot to put a fabric softener in” I chuckled and she nodded.

“I know. I was going to tell you to…” she trailed off as she realized that she had just revealed that she had been watching me. She held a hoof up to her lips to silence herself in embarrassment.

I chuckled and rested my hand on her shoulder. “No worries. But next time do you think you could at least leave me a towel” I laughed and she blushed furiously. I let out a sigh as I realized it was still pissing rain outside then looked back to her. “Alright… I’ll stay the night” I told her which brightened her face with delight.

“Oh excellent… I don’t suppose you’re hungry?” she asked and my stomach rumbled in retort. We both paced over to her fancy fridge and began to rummage through it. We quickly managed to make up a rather fine meal though we both lacked cooking skills so the baked goods didn’t turn out so well.

I swallowed the last of the butter tarts and let out a satisfied sigh. “You’re pretty good. You ever think about a career in cooking?” I asked and she laughed with femininity.

“Oh don’t be so charming. You know as well as I do that the meal was rather… horrid” she laughed and I had to join in. It wasn’t close to great but at the same time it wasn’t, as she said, horrid.

“Just saying” I told her as I stood up and paced over to the sink, turning on the taps to get ready to wash the dirty dishes.

“What are you doing?” she asked as she stood up and trotted over to me.

“Washing the dishes” I told her but she laughed and tried to pull me away from the sink.

“Guests do not do chores in our house” she told me and I laughed.

“Well if not me then who?”

She raised an eyebrow. “You think that I am unable to wash dishes?” she asked and I nodded. “Oh well then I’ll show you” she told me and we began to wash the dishes together.

As we fidgeted with the plates, to try and best one another, she used her magic to splash a bit of water onto my side. I looked down to the stain, “Hey! I had just gotten dry” I scowled playfully and she giggled.

“Nothing personal” she laughed as she quickly scrubbed another plate clean. I raised a cheeky eyebrow then cupped a bit of water in my hands and splashed her back. She gasped in shock as water dampened her fur. “HOW DARE YOU!” she gasped and I smirked.

“Nothing personal” I told her and she took a larger concentration of water then splashed me back. Soon we began to throw large splashes of water at one another. I was determined to win the fight and quickly grabbed the water nozzle used to rinse plates and blasted her with a constant stream of water.

She fell back to the floor, crying. My heart sank, I felt terrible but hadn’t she started it? I stopped dousing her and quickly kneeled down beside her as she sobbed. “Why… why would you do that? You ruined my mane” she sobbed and I let out a defeated sigh.

“I’m sorry ma’am. I was just playing around. I didn’t mean to take it so far” I told her and she stopped sobbing then began to sniffle.

“You mean that?” she asked and I nodded. She smiled and suddenly a large splash of water, from what I could only presume to be from a soup pot, crashed over my head, soaking us both.

“Oh you didn’t” I muttered and she giggled. “Oh you did, didn’t you” I muttered then suddenly she pushed up and knocked my body back. She lept on top of me and quickly pressed her soaking wet lips against mine, her mane splashed down and splashed against my face with considerable wetness.

‘Right… she was still in heat’ I thought to myself. I had to say it was rather nice but thankfully my mental restraints kicked in. I grabbed hold of her sides and pulled her off of me, breaking the kiss.

She gasped. “You’re a nice lady Fleur. But this probably isn’t the right thing to do, even if your husband is cheating on you” I told her and she quickly got a hold of herself.

“Oh my goddess… I am so sorry Dale… please forgive me” she pleaded and I smiled and placed a loving hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t mention it… seriously” I chuckled as I stood to my feet and helped her up. I realized that we were soaked and in need of a shower. “Alright… if you go for a shower then I’ll clean up this mess” I told her and she nodded then sheepishly trotted away to the bathroom. Christ that had gotten out of hand fast, but that’s what happens when a mare is in heat. Big Macintosh had told me about some pretty interesting times that he had when Applejack was in heat.

I quickly cleaned up the mess and soon enough Fleur returned from her shower, looking radiantly beautiful. My jaw opened slightly as I gazed upon her beauty, what the hell had gotten into me? It was like I was a fourteen year old kid who had just snuck into a porn shop for the first time.

“You’re… beautiful” I stammered and she giggled then tossed me a towel.

“You should probably take a shower” she laughed and I realized that she was right. I gave her an appreciative nod then proceeded to the shower.

This shower was relatively shorter and I quickly got out and dried myself off with the towel. This time the mirror was fogged so I knew that Fleur hadn’t been watching. I grabbed my laundry from the drier and quickly slipped them on. I walked out of the washroom and met Fleur in the hallway.

Fleur offered to let me sleep in her room but I turned down the offer and instead flopped down on the living room couch. I thanked her one last time before passing out. It had been a long day.

* * *

I awoke suddenly when loud screams echoed in the house. I sat up almost immediately, not remembering where I was. Soon it all came back to me. “Oh yeah” I muttered tiredly to myself and got up to see what all the commotion was about.

I stumbled over to the source of the screams which was Fleur’s room and knocked. “Oh… cum in… please cum inside” she moaned and I raised an eyebrow. Did she say cum or come? I fearfully opened the bedroom door to see her lying sprawled out on her bed.

A bottle of fine wine was in a bucket of ice cubes and she was sipping out of a fine glass, using her magic to levitate it. “Uhm… I was uhh… just wondering if you were okay” I stammered as I noticed the large stain of what I could only perceive to be her fluids stained on the bed sheets in-between her hindlegs.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Dale. I need your help” she whispered in the most seductive voice I had ever heard. I gulped shyly, if I was still on earth and she was a human I’d immediately be tapping that ass but my mind told me ‘No!’

“Fleur… I just wanted to make sure… you were okay” I told her but she immediately closed the door behind me with her magic and trotted over to me with lust burning in her eyes. ‘Oh this is not gonna end well.’