"And, done," Twilight said with a satisfied grin. It had taken her the better part of the morning to figure out a solution to our sleeping arrangements, but she finally understood the benefits of a royal expense account. One quick trip to the local furniture store and a determined purple Princess willing to do all the magical heavy lifting saw to the installation of another extra bed (in Twilight's room, of course).

"Awww, now we won't get to be bed buddies," Cadance complained. Though, I doubted her sincerity given the amount of help she provided in putting the damn thing together. It wasn't like we could have shared anyway. Twilight's bed was the same size as mine, and if both Princesses couldn't fit together, then there was no way Cadance would fit in with me.

"I don't get it. Why couldn't one of you just sleep on the couch?" Spike asked. Rarity had sent him back after lunch, and he pitched in where he could to assemble the new bed. Then, he moved his own bed box into my room. Seriously, the kid slept in a box. On his feet, he may not have stood much higher than my knees, but his bed was tiny even by that standard. Maybe he liked it that way, though.

"Like hell I'm sleeping in a part of the library that's open to the public," I gave my two cents. If push really came to shove, I'd sooner climb in bed with Twilight than accept relegation to the couch through no fault of my own. That might carry the added risk of getting speared in the face by her horn if I was the big spoon, but that was acceptable compared to the indignity of the alternative.

"Spike," Twilight addressed the little dragon. "What kind of Princess would I be if I didn't try to accomodate the needs of my guests? It wouldn't just make me look bad. It would make all of us Princesses look bad, and by extenstion, all of Equestria."

That pretty much ended that conversation, except for the part where Cadance pulled me into a bear hug while saying, "Awww, our little Twily is growing up." She even threw in some tears of joy for good measure.

The next day, I realized that if I was gonna be here a while, I'd need shoes if I ever wanted to leave the library once the snow started falling. Twilight and Cadance both nominated Rarity as the best pony to assist in the fulfillment of that need. Spike volunteered to lead the way, and the guard on shift followed close behind. When I asked about it, he said that I would be supervised at all times by a guard, a Princess, or one of Twilight's friends at all times. On our arrival at Rarity's place, Spike and I went inside, and the guard posted himself at the door. I didn't bother asking about the exterior architecture, as I was certain the answer would lead to another attempt at using alcohol as brain bleach.

Rarity greeted us with a smile. Spike asked if there was anything else he could do while he was there, apparently hoping that there would be, if I was reading the look on his face right. Unfortunately for him, the target of his obvious puppy-love crush had nothing for him to do and sent him back to Twilight.

"So," she said, turning her full attention to me, "Business or pleasure?"

"Business," I replied, perhaps a bit too quickly.

The white pony smiled and stared at me with half-lidded eyes for a few extra seconds. Seeming satisfied that she had my number, she continued. "Then welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is chic, unique, and magnifique." While delivering her tagline, she spread her arms and did a twirl as if making a grand gesture to show off her wares. Although, I may have been focused on the wrong set of wares.

"Was that really necessary?" I asked.

"But of course," Rarity answered, fluttering her eyes at me. "It's how I welcome all newcomers to the boutique."

'So it's company policy?' I thought to myself.

"I also like watching your face change color. That particular shade of red really suits you," she added. "But seriously, dear, what brings you to my humble shop?"

"I need something for walking around in snow. I'm fine like this for now, but if it's gonna get cold, I can't be going around barefoot if I want to keep my toes. Twilight and Cadance said you could help me get some decent footwear, so here I am."

"Well," Rarity paused, "I do know a pony who could put together some boots for you." Her tone of voice suggested there would be a price, however.

"I'm sensing there's a 'but' here," I stated tentatively. "What's the catch?"

The dressmaker hesitated again. "Forgive me, Bill. There's no real polite way for me to say this, but have you seen yourself in a mirror lately? You look simply dreadful. Your mane looks like you just rolled out of bed, and that beard simply does not suit you at all."

"I kinda had other things to do that were more important than hunting for a barber shop, and of the many things provided in my palace suite, a shaving kit wasn't one of them."

Rarity raised an eyebrow, "You do realize you could have just asked for one at any time, right?"

I gave her a deadpan glare. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"Of course I will, but instead of letting you fall asleep while you wait for your new boots, I'm taking you to the barber shop for a shave and a manecut, and I'm not taking, 'No,' for an answer."

With that settled, we set off to get what I needed. The boot maker's place wasn't far, and we got there in short order. The owner, a petite blue earth pony, looked ready to bolt when I ducked inside her shop, but Rarity and my personal bodyguard helped smooth things over. I still caught her looking warily in my direction as my chaperones for the day did all the talking on my behalf.

When it came time to measure my feet, the initial shock and fear had worn off, giving way to curiosity. We exchanged introductions, and the shopkeeper set to work sizing up my feet. From looking around at the state of the shop, I gathered that she had already been working on boots designed to fit the ponies' new foot shape, perhaps hoping to capitalize on a potential business opportunity.

Once finished measuring, the boot maker retrieved a block of wood and quickly cut it into roughly the shape of my foot. She occasionally held it up next to my foot for comparison and whittled away at it some more until she was satisfied. Delivery was promised later in the afternoon, and Rarity convinced her to bring them to the boutique whenever they were done.

Another short walk took us to the front of a barber shop. If it weren't for the staff and clientele, the place would be indistinguishable from any barber shop on Earth. In what was either a massive cosmic coincidence or possibly the result of universal convergent evolution of barber shops, it even had the standard red and white spiral spinning away next to the door.

Thankfully, Rarity let me tell the barber what I wanted rather than interject her own opinion into the matter. She sat and waited in the row of chairs against the wall, reading a magazine and occasionally looking up to check on the barber's progress.

For his part, the unicorn barber followed my instructions. Surprisingly, the revelation that I was an alien from another planet didn't seem to faze him. I got a bit nervous when he levitated a straight razor to shave off my beard and moustache, but he seemed to know what he was doing.

Soon enough, it was all done. There's definitely something to be said for a straight razor shave. With an experienced touch, the end result is far superior to any of the mach-fusion-more-blades-equals-better-than-marketing-ploy razors, and a warm lather of shaving soap beats aerosol goop hands down. Even Rarity voiced her approval.

On the way back to Rarity's place, I took note of the pegasi flying around. Rainbow Dash was one of the few among them with any level of confidence at all, and even she looked slightly off balance. Many of the others appeared to be holding on to clouds for dear life. It was yet another oddity I was able to shrug off after Celestia and Luna did their thing at the palace. Clearly, sanity would be optional during my stay on this planet. Rainbow Dash continued trying to coax her companions off their clouds, but one of them had already devised a technique of using small bits of cloud as makeshift elevators to get from the ground to the sky.

"Looks like the weather team is hard at work," Rarity mused, just loud enough for me to hear. "It must be tough having to re-learn how to fly this close to a season change, and the first snowstorm is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. The poor dears."

I gave a non-committal grunt, not really sure of how I was supposed to feel. Sure, it was good to see that the locals could adapt to their new forms, but how long they were stuck that way depended on how soon I could expel the magic from my loins.

Back at the boutique, the guard took his post outside the door as I stepped inside with Rarity. We shared a light lunch with some tea as we waited for delivery of my new boots. Every once in a while, though, I'd catch her smiling at me with half-lidded eyes.

"Okay, I'll bite," I said, unable to take the onslaught of my hostess's bedroom eyes any longer. "What kind of scheming are you up to now?"

"Who, me?" she asked innocently. "No scheming. I'm simply admiring how well you clean up with just a trivial effort toward your appearance."

'Yeah, she's up to something,' I thought. Curious to see how far she wanted to take it, I raised an eyebrow in reply.

"Oh, don't give me that," she said coyly. "I'm merely paying you a compliment. Come here, and let me get a closer look." She stood up and gestured me to follow her into a sitting room separate from the business side of her home.

I followed Rarity into the room and took a seat on a funny looking half-couch thing that she led me to. She sat down too and turned to face me, reaching a hand up and running her fingers along my jawline.

"Doesn't that feel so much better?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "It feels a lot better." That wasn't a lie; I'd always felt better after a good, close shave. The attention I was getting from Rarity wasn't bad either, and I turned my head a few times to let her feel different parts of my face.

"So smooth," she said, giggling.

Sadly, our little moment was interrupted by a knock at the front door. I let out an exaggerated huff of disappointment, and Rarity rolled her eyes as she got up to answer it.

The interruption turned out to be the delivery of my new boots, and even though I'd forgotten to ask, the boot maker had thought to bring a few pairs of socks. I took a few minutes to test them out, walking around the room and jumping up and down. They were a bit stiff, but that wouldn't be a problem once I broke them in a little. Once all parties were satisfied with the delivered product, Rarity sent the boot maker off to Twilight's place to discuss the cost. Meanwhile, I set my new boots by the door so I wouldn't forget them when I left.

"Now," Rarity said, quickly reverting to her flirtatious demeanor from before. "Where were we?"

"In the other room," I answered dismissively.

"Really? What were we doing in there?" she asked, catching on to the joke with a mischievous grin.

I put on a thoughtful expression and replied, "I'm not completely sure, but I think you were checking out the results of a clean shave on my face."

As I was speaking, the white unicorn had closed the distance between us. When I turned to face her again, she wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled the two of us together. She reached up with her other hand to stroke my chin, all while meeting my gaze with weapons-grade bedroom eyes. "And were you enjoying it?"

"Well, it did tickle a bit," I admitted, feigning indifference. Although, there was no way she didn't know the effect our little charade was having. It was pressed right up against her stomach for crying out loud.

Releasing me from her embrace, Rarity hooked her arm around mine and started back toward her living room with me in tow. "Is that so? Then perhaps we should go and pick up where we left off."

I let her lead me back to the half-couch and took my seat. However, instead of retaking her prior spot, Rarity placed a hand on my chest and gently pushed me to lean back. As she did so, she slowly and deliberately climbed up on top of me and straddled my lap, using her knees for support and placing her hands on my shoulders to balance herself. During the process, I had a brief, up close look at her breasts as they hung and swayed just inches from my face. While they were nowhere near the same size as Fluttershy or Pinkie Pie, they had a perky firmness that foretold fantastic fondling funtimes. Having already decided I was done resisting my libido, I reached up to cop a feel.

Rarity had other things in mind. She caught me by the wrist and directed my hand around her waist, just above her hips. "Ah, ah, ah," she chided softly. "I've seen where your eyes go when you think nopony's looking. Relax, and take it slowly. You'll enjoy it even more."

She lowered her body to rest on top of mine while continuing to gently stroke my chin. While she did that, I ran my hand up and down her side, occasionally stopping to check for tickle spots. The silky smooth fur covering every inch of her body tickled back, and I even earned a few small giggles for my efforts. I reached around her lower back to trace my finger tips along the curve of her spine, which she responded to by arching backward and once again revealing her fuzzy funbags for my viewing pleasure. Of course, she hammed it up by leaning back slightly while stretching her arms to exaggerate the shape of her chest, and then she started idly playing with her hair while giving me that smug, knowing look that says, "You want this. Don't even try denying it."

She sat over me for a few seconds before leaning back in and whispering in my ear, "If you want me to stop, just say so." Then, she began rubbing the side of her face against mine.

I wanted no part in whatever drugs or other substances one would have to be on to say, "No," this far into the proceedings. Alien or not, Rarity sure as hell knew how to make a guy feel good. She started planting small kisses, starting near the base of my neck and moving slowly up towards my face. To show my appreciation, I moved one hand down to squeeze and massage her beautifully shaped butt, and I reached in with my other to play with her boobs. Not only did she make no move to stop me this time, she moved her arm out of the way and rotated her body slightly to give me easier access. At the same time, she shifted her attention to the other side of my face and began kissing her way up that side.

Upon reaching my chin, she turned my head to face her and then paused. I stared into her deep blue eyes, and I could feel the smile on her lips from how close they were to mine. Her intent was clear. She wanted me to close the final fraction of a millimeter and take my first real kiss from one of these alien ponies since I first woke up in the palace.

Naturally, it was the perfect time for another interruption. Again, it came in the form of a knock at the door. I tried to make the move anyway, pretending not to hear the disturbance, but Rarity was already moving.

"Perhaps another time, dear," she said, offering a small condolence in the form of a quick peck on the forehead before she got up to answer the door.

'Right when I decide to stop cockblocking myself, the rest of the world decides to start.'

I did my best to not let my frustration and disappointment show in the presence of my eternal arch-nemesis, Twilight Sparkle. She had taken the liberty of making an appointment for me to meet the mayor of the town as well as arranging a trip to the hospital for another checkup and to meet the staff there while they did doctorly things. I was assured this was all absolutely necessary to ensure that my every need could be accomodated by local resources.

I spent much of the rest of the day devising a particularly nasty and torturous hell for the purple menace. She'd confided to me about her love for reading and learning from books, so I would arrange to have her locked inside the Library of Congress. There, she would be surrounded by millions of volumes containing a vast wealth of knowledge and culture from a world never before seen by alienkind, and every single one of them would be in a language she couldn't read or speak because Earth doesn't automagically translate everything.

My attempts at sleeping in the next morning were thwarted by some visitors. Three of the local children, now free of their academic obligations for a holiday break, had decided to pass some of their new-found spare time by pestering the alien. I surrendered to their questioning when Spike joined forces with them (I'd made a promise, after all) under the condition that they stop climbing on top of me and go downstairs to wait patiently while I got dressed. There was no way in hell I'd deal with children without the supervision of at least one other responsible adult. Cadance joined in, and so did Twilight. I ignored questions from the latter, but I still noticed her taking copious notes.

The two pink ponies conspired to perpetrate a slumber party at Twilight's house for snowstorm day. For his part, Spike was fobbed off on Applejack's family for a parallel slumber party for the kids. If that wasn't enough to figure out they were up to something, I was 'encouraged' to refresh my shave before the evening proceedings. In the end, I decided to just roll with it.

As the others showed up, enough sleeping bags for everyone appeared from somewhere, so it was decided that all the beds would be moved to Twilight's room, and everyone would share the floor in my guest room. Rainbow Dash didn't show up until after the snowfall had already started, but no one seemed to care, so I dismissed it without comment. We'd only been idly chatting and eating snacks anyway. Although, the unholy rituals did start up eventually.

"Truth," Twilight said. I'd been given the honor of first spin and had the good fortune to interrogate my nemesis.

After careful consideration of my question, I asked, "Why haven't I been continuing the routine we established with Celestia back in Canterlot?" I knew I was supposed to start out with a less direct approach, but she'd been holding out on me lately. I didn't consider it privileged information either, since everyone else seemed to find these sorts of things out anyway.

Twilight shot me an odd look, "It's because we've decided to take Cadance's approach and let you warm up to the idea of intimacy. Our current hypothesis is that the more enjoyment there is for everyone involved, the more effective it is at releasing your magic. Once we..."

"Alright, I get it," I cut her off, knowing where she was going with it. They were buttering me up for more pleasurable liaisons.

'So the happier my wand is, the more magic it shoots. Figures.'

Things stayed pretty tame for the first few turns with most of the victims telling small truths. Rainbow Dash dared to be different and lost her turn for the trouble. I stuck with truth for when the bottle pointed my way. Pinkie wanted to know which Princess I would prefer to spend a week alone with (Luna), and Applejack inquired about my life's ambitions. Naturally, given the nature of the game, things didn't stay sweet and innocent for long.

"So, Bill," Cadance began after I opted for truth when her spin landed on me. "I heard you and Rarity shared a little moment the other day. How far did you get?"

That got everyone's attention real fast. I shot a raised eyebrow to the white unicorn, who regarded me impassively. I would have to stretch my diplomatic skills to their limit if I wanted to wake up in the morning. The trick would be to answer the question without revealing too much.

"Let's just say that if we hadn't been interrupted," I shot a glance over at Twilight, "and you asked me that same question, we were at the part where I might say, 'And then one thing led to another.'"

The peanut gallery voiced their general approval, but I was most concerned about Rarity's response. She appeared to deliberate with herself for a few seconds. Maybe I'd been a bit too presumptuous with my answer. To my relief, though, she smiled and gave a half nod in my direction, indicating that I would be allowed to live for another day.

Things only went downhill from there. I took a dare from Pinkie Pie, who then bound me to take a dare from everyone else in the circle before I'd be allowed to pick truth again. After that, the bottle spins had a suspicious tendency to stop on me.

"I dare you to let me hug you, if you don't mind, that is." Fluttershy was the one I was least worried about, but I soon found out just how serious she took her hugging.

"That a roll of bits down there, or you just happy to be here?" Applejack asked as I participated in a 'pony pile' called for by Rainbow Dash. That elicited some giggling from the other girls, but I took it all in stride. Being surrounded by boobs helped.

"Put this on and hold still," Cadance ordered, brandishing a blindfold. I counted four kisses and an ear nibble before I was allowed to take it off. Even though they were all on the cheek, those kisses were no mere pecks that might be mistaken for a greeting. They lingered, and a couple of them put their bodies into it as well, brushing their bosoms against my bare arms. Unfortunately, I had no way of telling who the culprits were. Twilight was the only straight face I saw after removing the blindfold while everyone else expressed varying degrees of innocence, so figuring out who did what would be an exercise for me.

I also had my fair share of fun. "I dare you to give me a beard that looks like Celestia's mane," I said to Twilight when she foolishly chose to take a dare.

That gave her some pause. She tried to talk me into something else since she would be casting magic directly on me, but I'd already decided that the reward was worth the risk.

The result was magnificent. I struck a few heroic poses just for the fun of it.

Eventually, the game wound down as we reached a point where everyone tacitly agreed that going any further ran the risk of ruining relationships. For an adults-only slumber party, things stayed surprisingly PG-13. At least the view was nice, and no one went to bed angry. I didn't get to keep my beard, though. It wore off after a couple hours.

The morning sunlight greeted us all as we woke up. Maybe it was just me, but some of the other sleeping bags had drifted closer to mine in the course of the night. Pinkie and Applejack encroached from either side, and Fluttershy was close enough to my head for her butt to support my pillow. Sadly, I couldn't enjoy my position for long, as everyone else was already stirring.

Another evening brought yet another party. Granted, the Hearth's Warming Eve party boasted most of the town in attendance and thus required a change of venue, one which would require me to venture outside. While my new boots were up to the task, my clothes by themselves turned out not to be. Coincidentally, Applejack showed up shortly after lunch bearing "early Hearth's Warming presents" from her dear Granny Smith, who upon learning of my plight in the cold, had taken it upon herself to do some knitting.

The party itself took place in the center of town, and several nearby businesses stayed open during the festivities. There were a few outdoor activities for families as well as some kind of play set up on a stage inside city hall. None of that really interested me, so I grabbed a drink from a conveniently located pub and parked myself on a bench outside with a good view from which to watch aliens. A few brave souls came over to talk to me, and I politely entertained their curiosity. The mayor's PR campaign to convince the town that I wasn't a bloodthirsty killing machine appeared to be working, but I had doubts about the necessity of such measures. No one seemed to be outright scared of me, but that could have also been due to the royal guard shadowing my every move.

"Ah, there you are," called a familiar voice. "I've been looking for you."

I turned, and upon seeing Fleur approaching, I raised an eyebrow, "You followed me all the way out here?"

"And I thought you'd miss me," she said with a pout before taking a seat next to me. "How have you been? I didn't intend to come all the way out to Ponyville to make my delivery, but when I went to the palace to drop off the rest of your order, you had already left. The Princess quite generously arranged for me to come here and give you your clothes personally, and it seems somehow appropriate that I should find you on Hearth's Warming Eve."

I'd almost completely forgotten about the extra sets of clothing I'd been promised, but now that she brought it up, I had been wearing the same shirt and pants for several days now. I never thought I'd see the day where I would be genuinely grateful to receive clothes for Christmas.

"I can give them to you now if you'd like," Fleur continued. "Only, I've left them in my hotel room. If you come with me, we can go ahead and make sure everything fits properly."

"Yeah, sure," I struggled to keep my calm as all my mental alarms went off at once. I could already see where this would end up, and I'd long since run out of reasons to want it any other way. Fleur's slim, leggy figure certainly wasn't a ten on the international standard female attractiveness rating scale, but there was just something about how she carried herself: the way she walked, the total confidence when she spoke, or the soft but piercing look in her eyes as she turned to see me following. I couldn't resist her if I tried.

The hotel room was much more upscale than I expected from a town the size of Ponyville. Of course, my experience with hotels back on Earth was pretty much limited to Holiday Inns off the side of the freeway, so I may have been a little bit biased. Still, a bed that was at least a king size and a bathroom featuring a hot tub big enough for the two of us and then some was nothing to shake a stick at.

"Could I interest you in some wine?" Fleur offered, regaining my attention. With an inviting smile she held wine glasses in each hand while a bottle floated lazily beside her wrapped in a magical glow.

I stepped forward, accepting the offered drink. At her direction, I turned around to face the room while she moved in behind me, resting her hands on my shoulders.

"Happy Hearth's Warming," she whispered in my ear as a rack of clothes wheeled itself into view.

Most of the outfits didn't need much scrutiny because they were cut from the same pattern as the one I'd been wearing, and I got those through inspection relatively quickly. Each one got its stamp of approval almost as soon as I emerged from the bathroom where I changed. However, as I changed into the last outfit, the suit, I could hear that Fleur was up to something in the main room. I took one last swig of wine from my glass and presented myself for inspection.

To say that I was surprised by the sight before me would be a colossal understatement.

The pony standing before me broke the silence, "I commissioned it from Rarity while you slept on my sofa. What do you think?"

I thought a great many things about what I saw, not the least of which was how with nothing more than measurements and some basic guidelines about what bits to cover up, Rarity had somehow managed to create something that a human woman might actually wear. There were, however, some liberties taken with the standard 'little black dress' idea. For one, there was an opening in the hip area which showed off Fleur's marking. For another, the dress exposed her bellybutton instead of her back, which was more common if what I'd seen of celebrity awards shows was accurate. Still, with a knee-length skirt and a top that left only a tiny amount of cleavage visible, it could almost have been considered tasteful. Rather, it would have been tasteful if it weren't for the fact that she clearly had no underwear on. Also, the look in her eyes suggested anything but pure intentions.

My face must have answered for me, because I still couldn't find the proper words and sentences to articulate my thoughts.

"I'm glad you like it," Fleur said while slowly walking towards me. Once she got close enough she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and whispered in my ear, "But that's enough about me. This is supposed to be all about you, after all."

As before, she went through the motions of checking the fit and appearance of my suit. She dutifully made notes of where something needed adjustment, but there were hints of an ulterior motive. This inspection was even more 'up close and personal' than the one she'd given my first outfit back at her shop in Canterlot. I don't think she took her hands off me the entire time, and she wasted no opportunity to press her body against mine, often letting exposed patches of her silk-soft fur slide against my hands.

"That's our business for the evening, but what would you say to a little bit of fun?" Fleur's sultry voice once again filled my ear as she began to remove my jacket.

"No objections here," I answered, having finally found my voice.

"Then why don't you have a seat over there?" she suggested, gesturing towards a nearby chair. "You've been standing for so long."

I sat down, curious to see what she had in mind.

Fleur took a seat in my lap and began undoing my bow tie. "I couldn't help but notice you've emptied your glass, shall I give you a refill?" As she spoke, she also took the wine bottle and poured a small amount into my glass.

Instead of handing it to me, Fleur held it just out of my reach with her magic. She undid a hidden clasp on her dress, exposing her breasts and thrusting them into my face as I helped her shrug off the top half. While I went motorboating, enjoying both the feel of her funbags and the scent of her perfume, she tickled my shoulders and back and then reached down to unhook my suspenders.

"You like it in there, yes?" she cooed. Then, she brought my wine glass down between us and tilted it over, letting the wine trickle down her chest.

I didn't need any prompting. I licked off every drop I could get my tongue on as Fleur trailed the glass across her chest, leaving streams of wine running over and between her luscious bosoms. I couldn't keep up using only my mouth, so I used my fingers to catch any rogue drops that made it down to her stomach.

Fleur wasted no time taking my wine-soaked hand in hers and licking it clean while I did the same to her chest. "Why thank you kind sir. Such an exquisite taste. I think I would like some more."

I looked up, meeting Fleur's gaze with my own. She moved in to lick the stray dribbles around the sides of my mouth before launching a full oral assault. I didn't surrender to her tongue immediately, as that would make it too easy and not as much fun. Instead, I let her lips play against mine for a while before letting her have what she wanted.

The kisses gradually slowed down, becoming longer and more passionate as our tongues intertwined, and our lips tenderly brushed together. Fleur eventually ended our make-out session and stood up. When she tilted her head towards the bed, I got the message and followed suit, leaving my pants behind. While I fell backwards onto the mattress, my partner undid a final button around the back of her skirt and let it fall to the floor as well. Not to be outdone, I took off my shirt and slid out of my boxers to join her in naked bliss.

"Strange," Fleur commented offhand while appraising my manhood, "but still intriguing. May I?"

"As you please, my lady." It never hurts to add a bit of class to naked bedroom playtime.

Fleur slowly ran her tongue along my length, sending a shock of pleasure up my spine when she reached the tip. "Yes, this will do nicely," she said. Then, she perked up as if just realizing something, "Oh dear me. I'm sorry, Bill, darling. How selfish of me to leave you nothing to play with."

Climbing up onto the bed, she turned around to let me play with her while she did the same to me. I gave her a spanking to let her know how naughty she was. In return, she slapped me in the face with her tail, once again filling my nostrils with her wonderful scent.

Fleur resumed her oral ministrations, giving my member many more wet licks while I massaged her butt and thighs. She was a naughty alien, but she'd earned my forgiveness.

I gave two fingers a lick to get them good and wet before teasing around the edge of her pussy. Somehow, she was already wet with anticipation, so I scooped up some of her lady juice and spread it over her clit with my thumb. Once I got her nethers nice and slick, I got curious enough to sample the local flavor. It was somewhat bitter, but not unpleasantly so.

Meanwhile, Fleur began using her whole mouth, completely engulfing my cock and using her tongue to tickle the entire length at once. I retaliated by shoving my two fingers as deep inside her as they would go while using my thumb to play with her slick, juicy nub. I could feel her inner walls contracting furiously, trying to draw my fingers in deeper to no avail.

On her end, Fleur was sucking my dick like a drinking straw while I tried to hold myself back as long as I could. I grabbed the base of her tail and pulled, prompting her to squeak in surprise. I gave another tug to see if she would do it again, but wound up disappointed. She did, however, scoot back a bit, putting herself in my licking range. Naturally, I obliged.

My tongue didn't quite have the same dexterity as my fingers, but I was licking for me, not her. I soon went back to my two-finger-plus-thumb attack, this time wiggling my fingers inside her and tickling her wet depths every time they contracted.

Feeling the building sensation on my own equipment, I could tell I was close. Fleur picked up on it too. "Don't hold back on my account. I want every drop."

Realizing my time was short, I redoubled my efforts on my end, doing everything I could think of to get her pleasure. I added a third finger to the mix and pumped furiously. She was wet enough, but I couldn't tell if I'd accomplished anything or not. Eventually, I couldn't hold my release any longer, and Fleur claimed her reward for victory.

"You can stop now, dear. I'm not a vocal bedmate if that's what you were hoping for."

We took turns using the bathroom to clean ourselves up. It was only when I started getting dressed and gathering my new wardrobe that Fleur interrupted.

"You know, it's getting late out there, and this bed is far too big to spend a night alone."

Just the suggestion gave me pause. I remembered how it felt when Fluttershy crawled into bed with me on the train. Another night like that would not go amiss; Twilight would understand.