Fleur de Lis pushed a strand of her silky, pink mane out of her face with a newly manicured hoof. She stood outside the door of a hotel room that read 181, waiting. Although she wanted to tap her hoof on the refined, red carpet, she refrained. She didn't want to attract attention to herself this late at night. Celestia knows what would happen if one of those reporters found her. She could see it now, all over the Canterlot Confidential: ‘Fleur de Lis waiting on her lover or client? More on page 7!’ She sighed at the annoying thought and glanced down the end of the hallway to a clock on the wall. She squinted her violet eyes and saw that it read 12:32 A.M.
“This is ridiculous! He said 11:45 P.M. and it has almost been an hour!” She shifted her purse on her side to the other.
She had been downstairs pacing until almost 12:15 A.M. That was, until the manager threatened to kick her out if she didn’t go to her room or at least sit down. Ever since that confrontation she had ended up outside this door, knocking about every 30 seconds. She huffed in frustration. "I’m wasting my time standing here! He said he would let me stay the night.”
Suddenly, the door swung open, almost hitting Fleur square in the face.
A dark gray-blue colt stood in front of her, and his blue and white locks fell perfectly to the side of his head. Custom, purple sunglasses hid his eyes from her. "Oh my, Fleur! Are you alright, my darling? I didn't hit you, did I?" he asked in a concerned tone, as he laid a hoof on Fleur's cheek. Fleur shook the shocked expression from her face.
"Oh no, Hoity, I'm fine."
"Sweet Celestia, I would have just about died if I had bruised that gorgeous face of yours."
Fleur blushed at the compliment, but then again, she was used to getting them ever since Hoity had become her manager.
"Well, you are the mare I wanted to see at this hour. Come in, darling!" He stood aside, holding the door open for Fleur to enter.
"My, aren't you the gentlecolt, Hoity." Fleur batted her thick eyelashes at him. She walked up to him and twirled his mane in her hoof for a moment. “But I believe that was almost an hour ago," she snapped, before walking into his hotel room, swishing her tail from side to side in slight frustration.
"Indeed..." He straightened his tie and pulled down his one-of-a-kind purple sunglasses to get a better look at her plot being revealed ever so slowly by the swaying tail, and grinned softly as he shut the door. "Sorry about that, darling, Photo called and wanted to plan a shoot, and you know how she is about privacy."
Fleur turned to face the gray stallion. “Does she want me to star in one of her elegant gowns again?”
Hoity walked over to the kitchen. “Well, it isn’t exactly a gown, but she wants you to sport her new exercise outfit for her new line coming out next month. Spitfire and Soarin will be joining you on the walk to show off its flexibility during flight as well.”
Fleur sighed and walked over to one of the leather couches, felt the soft, white carpet with each hoof, and sat down, placing her purse on one of the cushions. “I suppose that is alright, but that Spitfire mare has an attitude I’m not too particularly fond of.” She looked around the enormous room. It had a unique style that only a respectable, high-paying pony could afford; with the expensive art hanging on the wall to the simple things such as the jewel-encrusted,silver vases on the glass side tables. The room certainly did pull together nicely. She laid her head on the couch looking up at the crystal chandelier dangling over her.
What am I going to do about Spitfire? she thought to herself while staring at her own reflection in the tiny crystals. She looked over towards the kitchen, and Hoity seemed to be messing with something. He trotted out holding two glasses of champagne on a silver platter.
"Aw, Hoity you didn't have to fetch me a drink." Fleur elevated the filled glass with her pink magic.
"Oh, but I insist, Miss Fleur! What kind of host would I be if I did not?" he said, before sipping at his own drink and taking a seat next to Fleur, placing a hoof around her shoulders. Fleur looked down at the glass, swaying the contents side to side before finally taking a sip.
"About that wonderbolt mare, I want my own dressing room as far away from hers," she said as she laid the nearly-full glass on the empty side table. She had never been much of a drinker— not since the incident at Las Pegasus, at least. She shuddered inwardly at the memory.
Hoity looked up from his almost-emptied glass and nodded. "Why of course, but just smile for the cameras darling, you know you can’t show an inch of frustration in front of them!"
Fleur chuckled at the thought. "I suppose you're right, but they just can’t get enough of me," she teased, flipping her pink mane back behind her shoulders. “What’s my schedule tomorrow?”
Hoity reached for a leather notebook by his glass and flipped to November 18th. “At 8 A.M. you have a photo shoot with Playbrony with their upcoming ‘Treat Me Like a Lady’ edition, at 11:30 A.M. you should be at the Canterlot Park to meet up with Photo Finish, and at 5 P.M., you’re meeting with the new Captain of the Royal Guard to discuss a few... I suppose you would say questionable fundraisers going on throughout the city.” He shut the notebook and smiled. “Popular, hm?”
Fleur sighed and took a sip of her drink. “I suppose. Do you know anything about this Captain Sky Dream?”
“All I know is that the Princesses are fond of him, so be sure to make a good impression.”
The white pony rolled her eyes. “You know I’m good with the whole talking like a good mare charade, Hoity.”
The stallion sighed. “I suppose, but watch yourself Fleur, I wouldn’t want this to backfire on you.” He looked up as his eyes trailed her perfect hourglass curves. He felt an urge to stroke his hoof up her shapely thighs, but no, he was a pony of high class— he looked down at her soft fur, which was brushed smoothly down to her hidden marehood— and high taste, for that matter.
Fleur laughed. “Please, what could possibly go wrong? Nothing has before. And Hoity?”
Hoity looked into her pink eyes. “Yes?”
Fleur smiled. “Stop staring.”
The gray pony blushed. “Erm, sorry...”
Fleur yawned and eyed the clock. It read 12:47 A.M. “Hoity, don’t you think it’s time to, as they say, ‘hit the hay?’”
Hoity looked up and winked at the young mare. “Well I suppose, but would you want to, um...”
Fleur scooched closer to him. “What is it?”
Hoity felt his face flush. “Could I have a treat in bed?”
Fleur trailed his foreleg with a hoof. “What kind of treat would you like, something sweet or spicy?”
He tingled at her touch. Regaining his confidence, he straightened himself on the couch. “Something sweet, my dear.” He thought for a moment. “I wouldn’t want you to be worn out for tomorrow anywho,” He leaped off the sofa and trotted over to the bedroom door and bowed. “this way my-lady.”
Fleur climbed off the sofa and waved her hoof at Hoity as she walked by. “My, my! What a gentlecolt you are, Hoity,” she giggled.
Her eyes widened as she entered the room, which was covered in lily petals; her favorite. It looks like somepony knew she would be sleeping with him. The bed was fit for Celestia herself, but Fleur was already used to the size from all the ‘sleepovers’ she had had before. The mare walked over to the bed and lifted the red covers with a hoof, snuggling herself in between the sheets. She welcomed the creeping warmth of the silk sheets against her slightly-cold body, and she felt the covers rustle beside her as Hoity joined her in bed.
He had removed his clothing and glasses, now totally exposed to her, his sea blue eyes filled with with desire to caress her. He pulled her waist into his and brought his muzzle to her neck, kissing it gently. Fleur murmured something into Hoity's ear and he smiled as he began to trail one of his hooves down her chest to her waiting marehood. He placed his hoof over her clit, brushing along it softly.
Fleur moaned softly as Hoity lowered his hoof to her folds, spreading them gently. She felt the wetness between her thighs grow as the stallion continued. Suddenly, he pulled his hoof away, eliciting a disappointed groan from Fleur, only to trail soft kisses down her chest until his mouth reached her marehood. Fleur gasped at the touch of his lips spreading her folds apart, his tongue delving itself in her for a moment.
“Oh Hoity,” she moaned and brushed his mane with a hoof.
The blue-gray stallion’s tongue danced atop her folds, sometimes sneaking it’s way inside. He moved his mouth north as he enveloped the mare’s throbbing clit with his mouth. He heard Fleur moan as his tongue glided over her. He smiled as she urged him on, and he complied by moaning, sending vibrations onto her sensitive bud. With one last lick of her bud, he trailed his tongue down to her soaking lips and delved his tongue inside her, to which he received an appreciative moan.
Their pleasuring continued for some time; Hoity diving his tongue inside her, touching every forbidden spot that he could reach which lay in her, Fleur moaning out in pure bliss and grasping at his mane, begging for more.
Soon the pressure began to build in Fleur’s marehood. She felt a spasm travel throughout her body, and before she could warn her pleasurer, hot cum had already begun to empty into his mouth. “Oh Hoity, I’m so sorry! I should’ve warned you.”
The now cum-covered stallion sat and licked his lips. “That’s quite alright dear, it was most... enjoyable.”
She pulled Hoity close and wrapped her legs around his waist as her lips enveloped his in a sticky, warm kiss. Their tongues wrestled inside each other’s mouths, as their hot bodies brushed together from the embrace.
Fleur released the kiss only to lower her hoof to his hard shaft. She stroked it gently at first, then began stroking it faster. His shaft grew harder with each continuous stroke, and combined with the delicate touch of her hoof, it was growing inch by inch. Using her free hoof, she brought his lips to hers in a kiss once more, their tongues nearly getting tangled with each other. Hoity tightened his embrace, and they began to explore each other’s mouths deeper like so many times before.
Feeling each other’s tongue against their own heightened the anticipation. Fleur deepened the kiss, making Hoity hot with need below. She felt him growing firmer with each plunge of each other’s tongue into the other's mouth. Fleur released the kiss and put her hooves on Hoity's shoulders, each looking into the other's eyes with desire.
"Fleur, would you..." Hoity looked down at his swollen stallionhood. He always was lost for words whenever they got this far.
"I would love to, darling." She smiled, sliding her hooves down his chest, and slowly bringing the tip of her lips to his shaft. She kissed his tip gently before sliding it into her mouth and feeling its heat. She began to bob her head up and down, covering it in her salvia. A moan escaped Hoity as he was overcome with pleasure, and he rested his hooves on her shoulders, egging her on. She replied by taking him deeper and faster while tightening her lips. Hoity was surprised she could fit him in her small mouth, but she obviously managed. What I wouldn't give to keep this perfect mare all to myself, he thought, as Fleur drove his stallionhood deeper in her mouth, beginning to deepthroat it. Hoity felt like he was going to burst at any minute, and unable to hold back any longer, he came inside Fleur's mouth. It wasn't too much that she couldn't handle swallowing, but it was still a good amount.
"Oh, I'm sorry Fleur, I couldn’t control myself," Hoity said sheepishly.
"It's okay sweetie, now we’re even." She placed a hoof in his mane and began brushing locks of it behind his ear. "So what do you say we get to the fun part, hm?” she teased, stroking his stallionhood slowly.
Hoity chuckled at her offer. "Of course! It would be rude to keep you and your wet marehood waiting now, wouldn’t it?" He climbed on top of Fleur, covering her chest with hot kisses before placing one of his hooves above her sex, pressing down on her exposed clit.
Fleur moaned loudly, "Oh Hoity, more!"
Hoity lowered his hoof to her sex, already wet from pleasure, and began to rub furiously. He felt Fleur grab his stallionhood and stroke it, slowly making him firm again.
This time I’ll be inside her when I cum. He smiled at the thought.
Fleur felt her sex throbbing at his touch, she wanted him to buck her...No, she needed it. "Hoity..." she moaned loudly. Hoity took the hint and removed his hoof from her marehood as she removed her own hoof from his shaft. He placed his shaft at her entrance, brushing the moist lips and making Fleur shudder with arousal. He left it there for a moment, letting her anticipate what was yet to come, then he thrust his hips forward, engulfing his shaft into her hot depths. Fleur felt him inside her. He could barely fit, which made it all the more enjoyable when he would thrust back in her. She shouted out in bliss as he began to thrust his stallionhood in and out of her,each inward thrust completely filling every inch of her marehood, causing her to moan loudly with pleasure. She didn’t care at this point that her mane was an absolute mess, or that they were both covered in sweat. The only thing filling her thoughts was Hoity; how deep he was inside of her, and how hard he felt within her. She gave a loud moan as Hoity slammed into her, bringing his hilt to meet her now soaking folds. Fleur threw her hind legs around Hoity’s waist, urging him on. He complied, thrusting faster to her whimpers of need.
Hoity drove deeper inside her. With each push, he began to grow firmer, and thrusted faster. Fleur bit her lip as her body began to shake, feeling him slapping against her sex. She screamed out in pleasure as the orgasm hit her hard, her pleasure waves hitting her so fast it cause her to shake as cum spilled out of her marehood. Hoity arched his back and gave one final, hard thrust before letting himself spill inside her, rolling his head back from pleasure. As the spasms subsided, Hoity removed himself from Fleur’s depths and flopped onto the the bed, panting.
Fleur rolled over onto her side on her side and looked at Hoity. Giggling, she said, “Some treat, huh?”
Hoity chuckled at her teasing and sat up to press his lips against hers for a brief moment. “Yes, it was quite the treat.” He wrapped his hooves around her and pulled her into his chest, her head now snuggled under his chin. “You are very sweet, darling.” He brushed her mane with a hoof as her breathing fell into a steady rhythm.
“Sweet dreams.”
~♥~
Fleur squinted as rays of sunlight stung her eyes. She looked over at the stallion who she had just spent the evening with, and saw he was still sound asleep. She uncovered herself quietly and headed to the bathroom. Fleur closed the door and clicked the lock to make sure she wasn't disturbed, as she looked at herself in the mirror.
I look like a hot mess, hot, but a mess, she thought as she tried to keep half her mane from sticking up in the air. She sighed as she turned one of the knobs to the shower, droplets of water spurting out into the smooth tub. She waited until the bathroom was beginning to fill with steam to get in, testing the water with her hoof first to make sure it was hot enough.
As Fleur got in, she felt each droplet on her body, warming her with their touch. She turned and laid down against the tub’s back, the droplets now assaulting, but warming, her stomach and lower regions.
Fleur levitated a washcloth and dampened it until it was dripping in her hoof. She found a small bottle of pomegranate wash and dabbed a bit on the cloth. She scrubbed her neck first, the clean sensation quickly sinking into her body. She scrubbed her mane until it was lathered in bubbles, then she washed under her front legs until they were just as bubbly. She giggled as she reached her stomach, the watered down cloth tickling under her fur. That was, it tickled until she reached lower with her hoof, bringing the cloth, or washy as she liked to call it as a foal, to her sensitive clit. Biting her lip, she pressed on. She had to be clean everywhere and that meant ‘everywhere.’
The mare rubbed her clit slowly at first, the sensitive nerves springing to life at the touch. She moaned softly as she pressed harder on the cloth. Suddenly, she felt the need to pleasure herself more. She sat up in the bathtub and looked around, seeing a small bottle on top of the cabinet.. With a swish of magic, she had it in her hooves. It read ‘Stallion Hair Gel’. She rolled her eyes and smiled. Of course Hoity uses hair gel on his mane, but hopefully he doesn't mind if I use it for something a little more.... Intimate. The bottle floated over her marehood, and she pressed it at the entrance, gasping a little from the touch. She pressed it further inside, moaning as it went deeper. Soon it was almost all the way in her depths, and she made it thrust in and out of her, causing her insides to become not only coated with water, but pre-cum. Her magic now glowed a hot pink as she made the bottle assault her folds further, hearing herself moaning, louder now, as she began to rub her clit.
She bit her lip hard as she realized she wouldn’t come to her orgasm with out doing what she always did. With a erotic groan, she began to mumble between the pounding of her now extremely-wet pussy, “Buck me harder, buck my pussy, make me cum all over your hard dick.” Fleur blushed at herself. She wasn’t always the submissive type, but when it came to mastubation she always ended up playing the damsel against the wall.
She felt her insides throb between the bottle’s thrusts. With a hard thrust, followed by a loud moan, cum spilled out of her marehood, coating the small bottle. Her legs fell to her sides, and she placed the bottle on a shelf in the shower. She felt too weak to stand, but soon the water from the shower replenished what strength she had left. She scrubbed her body with her hooves, making sure to get all the bubbly soap off.
With a flick of pink magic, the water stopped and she climbed out of the shower, shivering from the slightly colder air. She grabbed two towels off the rack, wrapping one around her body while the other went to work soaking up the moisture from her mane. She placed the damp towels down and ran a brush through her tangled pink strands, pulling them along gently until they fell into place at her side. She opened the cabinet. Good, my mascara is still here. She looked in the mirror. A little here, a little there. Perfect! She blinked a few times before putting the makeup back in the cabinet, and she then trotted out of the door, only to see Hoity sitting on the couch.
He looked up. “Ah, Fleur, nice to see you only take about an hour to get ready, rather than two.” He chuckled.
The mare rolled her eyes and trotted over to the coat hangers grabbing a pink and white scarf she had left at her last visit.. As she was wrapping it around her neck, she turned to him.“I assure you, Hoity. Not a minute was wasted in my precious ‘getting ready time’ as you put it.” She looked at the grandfather clock in the corner, and it read 7:25 A.M. Fleur gasped. “Oh no, Hoity! You didn’t tell me it was this late! I’m going to be late!
Hoity was already making his way towards the bathroom. “I didn’t want to disturb you, dear. Trust me, I’ve learned from my mistakes...” he trailed off as he shut the door behind him.
Fleur rolled her eyes, and opening the door, she paused. She was forgetting something. She turned to see her Canter brand purse laying on the couch. She almost facehoofed herself. A lady forgetting her purse, how unseemly. Not to mention no money, no makeup, and no I.D. Good thing she remembered this time. She trotted over to the couch and grabbed it, slinging the purse across her shoulders.
As she was making her way to the door, she heard the bathroom door open. Hoity stuck his head out from the bathroom. “Fleur, way I ask you something?”
Fleur sighed and looked at the clock again. 7:30 A.M. “Yes, what is it Hoity? I need to go soon or else I’ll be late.” She was already halfway out the door, the handle glowing in pink magic.
“Why is my hair gel bottle in the shower?”
Fleur felt her white face flush crimson. She quickly slammed the door shut, almost knocking her to the floor. She righted herself, still blushing furiously. How could I have forgot about that? She sighed and started towards the photo shoot. Well I suppose I’ll have to offer some explanation later. She made her way towards the elevator. A yellow sign taped on the front reading ‘Out of order.’ Fleur sighed. This day was just getting better and better...
Author's Note
This was actually the first clop I ever wrote. In the original version, Fleur was actually a prostitute and then fell in love with Fancy Pants but realized she had a sex addiction ect. ect. Needless to say, I scrapped that idea and gave the story a make over. So yeah hit me up with comments on whatcha think!
And here's a song that kind of fits what I think Canterlot Mares act like most of the time in public (Not to mention it's one of my favs): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIWJ3iyBA6o
