[Ozzy’s POV, 8:45 a.m.]

The sunlight from the window was brightening the room to dimmer, enough for me to slowly open my eyes. Warm air was passing over my face, something warm and soft was holding me, and I could feel something damp in my lower area. When my vision adjusted, even without my glasses, I saw a sleeping and smiling Shining. She looked to be in a peaceful slumber with her soft breathing through her nose, and the small rise and fall of her form. I couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful sight, the morning sun’s rays just complementing it even more. I carefully lifted the covers to look under, we were still connected from last night, which explained the dampness I was currently feeling. I lowered the covers and looked back to Shining.

This is probably the happiest I’ve ever seen of her sleeping. I wouldn’t mind waking up to something like this every morning.

I traced my hand down Shining’s form, taking a moment to love every bit of her being, both inside and outside, until I got to her hips where her cutie mark was, eliciting a low moan from the touch. She yawned and opened her eyes halfway, her pale green eyes shined with vigor like she had just been reborn into the world. There was a small smile on her lips while one of her ears flicked.

“Good morning, Ozzy,” she greeted, still half asleep.

“Good morning. Sorry for waking you up like that.”

“It’s alright. It was a pleasant way to wake up.”

“Did you sleep well?”

She moved herself on top of me, her hands under her chin while our sexes were still connected. Her chest pressed against my own while a half-lidded smile still plastered on her face. “Mmm~, I slept heavenly. Can’t remember the last time it was this good.”

“Me neither. With how warm you are, I probably wouldn’t even need a blanket.”

Shining giggled. “I bet your blanket can’t do this either.” She wrapped her arms around my head and we kissed. I sighed through my nose from how amazing her lips felt. How her tail swept across my bare legs was also a nice touch, and then there was the firm, but squeezable feeling of her ass conforming around my fingers. That elicited another moan from her before she pulled back from the kiss. “Oo, somepony’s getting a little excited this morning.”

I was sure she was referring to the hardness that was rising inside her, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Would you blame me? I have an incredible mare naked on top of me, I’m pretty sure any guy would react the same way.”

“Maybe, but I’d rather have you under me than any other stallion.” She gave me another brief kiss. “Now, as much as I’d love to have some fun this morning, I’m feeling all icky from the mess we made last night, and I’m sure Fleur would like to have a fair share after your date with her today.”

“How are you so sure it will come to that between us?” I asked. “And you’re sure that you’re okay with me seeing Fleur too?”

“Trust me. Fleur and I have talked this over quite a bit, and we agreed to give this a try and see where it goes. If we have any problems, we’ll be sure to let you know.” She put her hands at my sides and pushed herself up. With a sexy grunt, Shining pulled herself out of my slight erection with a pop. The aftermath from last night dripped down from her sex. “We’ll get started with breakfast at Fleur’s place after a shower. That okay with you?”

“Sounds good to me.” I pulled the covers away from us, and Shining stepped out of bed before I sat up and stretched. We grabbed our glasses and I rubbed my eyes before I put them on. I looked over to her who just stood there still in the nude. “Uh, you going to take the shower first?”

“I was hoping I could have some help washing some hard to reach places.” She tilted her head to the side with a smirk.

It took me a couple seconds for my half-tired mind to register what she said before I facepalmed. “Wow, I am so dense.”

She chuckled under my expense and held out her hand. “Come on, knucklehead. You got a big day ahead of you, and I’m pretty sure Fleur wouldn’t want your face to get any redder than it already is.”

I grasped her hand and she pulled me off the bed. She looked for a change of clothes while I grabbed the clothes I wore from yesterday, deciding to change to something cleaner when I get home. We then got to the bathroom, set our glasses on the counter, and she turned on the hot water in the shower. Shining stepped in first and I followed after while pulling the curtains closed. She looked quite intoxicating with her mane and fur all wet, especially with streams and beads of shower water dribbling down her breasts. I was already getting hard from the sight alone.

“Could you start with my mane and tail, please?” Shining asked while holding up a bottle of shampoo.

“Of course.” I took the bottle and squirted a glop on my hand. Shining turned around and I got started with her mane. She sighed as I tried to be thorough with cleaning her, making sure I got through her locks and around her ears. The way she cooed when I fiddled around her ears while washing was also pretty cute. When I got her mane covered in suds, I squirted another glop of shampoo on my hand. “Alright, I’ll be getting to your tail now.”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

When I applied soap to her tail, I didn’t realize how… I wanna say how stiff it was because the strands were bunched together near her ass, but then I remembered how much she came from the oral treatment I gave her last night.

It must have got like this because those juices dried up overnight.

I heard Shining grunt midway through washing before I noticed how much I was pulling her tail. “Sorry, did that hurt?” I asked.

“No, you’re fine. I’m just… keeping myself in control here.” From the way her legs were slightly trembling and how leaned on the shower wall for support, it must have been difficult. I continued washing while trying not to tug on her tail so much. “H-Hey, Ozzy. Could I ask you a favor?” Shining asked.

“What is it?”

“The next time we do something like last night… you think you could give my tail those tugs like you did before?”

“You really liked those, huh?”

“I’m ashamed to admit it, but even though they were meant to be punishment before, it uh… kind of grew on me, and I missed them.”

“I don’t think it’s shameful to like something that’s out of the ordinary,” I said as I finished washing her tail. “Living with my roommate for a while back on Earth opened my eyes a little bit. Everyone—or everypony—has their likes and dislikes to certain things, and I think it’s important to acknowledge and respect them even though some may not be into it themselves. But uh, yeah, I’ll keep it in mind. Maybe even surprise you with it when you least expect it if you’re into it.”

“That would be fun. Thank you.” I felt her tail wag a bit, probably out of joy after hearing me say that.

“Alright, your mane and tail are done. You wanna rinse and I’ll get to your back next?”

“Sure.” She stepped into the running water and let it clear all of the suds from her mane and tail, giving a nice, lustrous shine of cleanliness. She picked up the cinnamon scented soap for her fur, and I squirted a glop onto my hand before I got to scrub her back. “Your roommate sounds like a nice guy though. Were you friends with him?”

“I’m not exactly sure, to be honest.”

“Why’s that?”

“I mean he’s a nice guy and all, pretty much a social butterfly, and has a good job that helps pay the rent, but uh… you know how Fleur would sometimes tease the two of us?”

“Yeah?”

“Try multiplying that by two, add terrible jokes, a sprinkle of TMI from time to time, and you’ve got Jude Wesley, my roommate. Then again, I tried to distance myself from people after I moved out from my dad’s place, so I guess there’s that too.”

“I guess I can see why you don’t talk about him very much. Could you go lower please?” I smirked from what she was implying, and squeezed the soap into Shining’s ass cheeks. “Ooh yeah, right there. Anyway, he may have been quite a handful, but you did say he was a nice guy altogether. Have you thought of seeing how he might be doing?”

“A little, but if Charles stopped by the apartment to find me for Dad’s will, unless Jude moved out while I was gone, he must have some idea of what’s going on at the very least. Maybe I’ll send him a letter or postcard to let him know what’s up.” I then squatted and lathered each of her legs. When she was full of suds, I stood back up. “Alright, you’re all set.”

“Hold on, you’ve missed a spot.” Shining turned around and let the water rinse her backside. She smirked and fondled her breasts. “You wouldn’t want to forget about this side, would you?”

“Oh how silly of me. How could I possibly forget?” I acted. I squirted another glop of soap, lathered her shoulders, and worked my way down while our eyes kept in contact. I paid special attention to her breasts once I got there, squeezing, pressing, and rubbing them together, making Shining take shallow breaths. I then continued to lather my way down her stomach, taking delicate care of her scar that made her gasp. Finally, I reached down between her legs… until her hand suddenly stopped me. “Shining? What’s wrong? Did I go too far?” I asked.

She shook her head with a smile. “I’m just worried that I might go too far and take you again right here and now, and I want to make sure you have plenty of energy to give to Fleur for later tonight. Besides, it’s my turn to wash you now.” Shining gave me a brief kiss, her soapy breasts lightly rubbing against my chest. She pulled back and squirted some shampoo in her hand. “Could you turn around, please?”

“Sure.” I did as she said, and I started to feel the shampoo being rubbed into my hair. I sighed from how relaxing it felt, realizing why Shining liked it earlier. It felt was short-lived though when the scrubbing suddenly stopped.

“Alright, now rinse and I’ll take care of your back and front,” Shining said.

“Sure thing.” I walked under the hot water and scrubbed out all of the suds in my hair. I rubbed my eyes out of any soap left once I knew there was none left on my head, and stepped away from the water. As soon as I did though, I was being pressed on my back while my middle was wrapped.

“I’m not sure how effective this will be, but I thought I’d try a different method of washing your back,” Shining said as I felt something soft and slippery rub against my back. From the feeling of it and how she moaned lightly, just the thought of what was going on was getting me hard again. “You wouldn’t mind, would you?” she whispered seductively.

“N-Not at all.”

I may not be completely clean after this, but who cares about that right now?

The light scrubbing and moaning behind my back went on for a bit until it stopped. I was suddenly hugged behind while one of Shining’s hands opened up.

“Could you put some soap on this please? I’ll be working on your front now,” she said.

“S-Sure.” I took a different bottle of soap from what Shining used earlier and squirted some in her hand. I set the bottle back and she rubbed her hands together into suds before she started lathering on my front.

“Hey, Ozzy?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to say thanks.”

“For the date yesterday? It’s no problem, I had a fun time with you.”

“That’s good to hear, but that’s not what I meant.”

“What is it, then?”

“It’s for giving me a chance.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“I know I didn’t give you a good start living in Equestria since you got here. Even after we had everything settled before Fancy’s birthday party, I still gave you Tartarus from time to time as your manager. Then there were my mood swings, that kick to the stomach during the massage, the workout sessions sometime after that, the coming out with the tail tugs... You may have gotten a bit annoyed by them, but you didn’t hold them against me. Even then, you still wanted to go out with me.” The lathering stopped and I felt myself being squeezed tighter while I Shining’s head rested on my shoulder. “I’m having a difficult time just trying to find the words to express how happy I am with us being like this, so I thought I should start off by saying thanks. Thank you for accepting me for who I am, and giving me a chance to something I’m not sure any other stallion would ever do.”

“Shining…” I turned around and looked into her eyes while wrapping my arms around her middle. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned since coming here, it’s that no friendship is perfect. The same goes for an intimate relationship, marriage, and family. We may step into something by accident, and have a bout here and there, but if we really care and love each other enough, we can put in the time and energy needed to work those problems out. I wanted to go on a date with you because you have amazing qualities that you either don’t give yourself enough credit for, or may not even notice. Those pros overpower the cons about you, and even if something happens with us, including Fleur, I know we can work things out because I love the both of you that much.”

“Ozzy…” She wrapped her hands around my head and we pulled ourselves in for a soft kiss. Despite the erection that was sandwiched between us, I was lost by the warmness and happiness shared between our lips’ embrace while the running shower water was hitting us, rinsing off the soap that was on our bodies, and the worries that were weighing on our shoulders.

[Fleur’s POV, 9:30 a.m.]

I was lying on the couch in the living room with only my bathrobe to cover me. I had a lot of things on my mind, and I just stared up at the ceiling thinking about them while I waited for Ozzy and Shiny to return.

Let’s see… I need to tell Shiny about the thing I arranged for us after our dates are done, so there’s that. What’s my relationship with Ozzy like right now? What does he see in me? I know both of our feelings are out in the open now as of last night, but he thought admitting them to me was foolish at first. Why would he think that? Does he put me on a high pedestal like most others even though we’re close enough friends to be casual with each other? Will he be different with me when he knows this is a real date compared to before? It’s been a while since we hired him as our secretary, and he’s seen me in the nude—if not in other revealing attires—plenty of times. He should be used to it by now, but he still shies away sometimes. Am I intimidating in that way? Though I tried to be subtle, I suppose flashing some bits in his direction could be a little daunting in public, but he sees and talks to me just fine once I have my clothes on. He also seemed comfortable sitting and talking with Shiny during those times while they worked, too. I’m sure they had an amazing date yesterday as well. Not like I want this to be competitive in any way, but… will my date today be just as good as Shiny’s was?

I placed my hands at the center of my chest while still looking up. My heart beat was in a steady pace, but thumping hard.

I know I’ve teased Ozzy in sexual ways from time to time, but I do want our sex to mean something other than just fun and games. I still stand on my point that it’s a beautiful thing to do with somepony you love, like I told him a while back. Most importantly, I want to be seen as a mare who isn’t as goddess-like and high standard like most ponies do. I may have to change a few things about the way I act today so we won’t attract unwanted attention, but I need to show him that I have wants and needs like any other mare. But how?

My ears perked when I heard the door knob turning. I sat up and saw Ozzy and Shiny walking inside with damp hair. Ozzy was wearing the same clothes he had yesterday—understandable since he spent the night without a change of clothes—and Shiny was wearing a tank top with yoga pants.

“I’m back!” Ozzy exclaimed.

“Welcome home!” I greeted with a smile while hugging him and Shiny. “How was the date?”

“It was lovely,” Shiny said with a smile. “We haven’t had breakfast yet, so we’ll discuss it some more when I get it ready.”

“Can I help?” Ozzy asked.

“You need to change into some new clothes and get ready for Fleur’s date today,” Shiny said while poking his chest. “I’ll take care of it today. You just change so that the smell doesn’t cling onto you throughout the day.”

“Right. I’ll make up for it later. Be right back.” Ozzy walked upstairs while I followed Shiny into the kitchen with a grin.

“Smell? Why, Shining Star, did you do something naughty with Ozzy last night? And are those bite marks I see on your neck?” I asked.

Shiny’s face tinted red and covered her mark while she got the pans and ingredients needed for breakfast. “Um…”

I squealed. “Something did happen last night! Okay, I need to know everything. Explain, and don’t hold back on the details.” I took a seat on the kitchen counter and kicked my hooves, eager to hear the story like a filly before bedtime.

“Well,” Shining started while turning on the stove and prepared the food. “Ozzy was kind of adorable before we started. Even though he knew I knew he was a virgin, he was worried that he wouldn’t do well to satisfy me.”

“Aww.”

“I let him know I was nervous too, and I truly was because of my worries for tearing something inside me even after the doctors said it was okay. So we danced to some music to help lighten things up a little, kissed, went topless, I gave him a boobjob—”

“He was big enough for that?!”

“Oh yeah, and he almost fainted from how hot it was.” Shiny giggled.

I looked down and grabbed my breasts, then glanced at Shiny’s.

Dammit, why couldn’t I grow any bigger?

“So Ozzy then tried to show what he knew about the female’s sex parts while sitting between my legs,” Shiny continued. “His technique needed some work, but he did pretty well on his first try. Then… we got to that point.”

“How was he?”

“I’ll say this: not only did he not tear the scar inside me—and dear Luna did it felt good to have a stallion inside me again—but he filled me up more than Puff did when we still dated.”

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. I put up my hands in a certain space apart to ask how big he was. It wasn’t by much, but Shiny moved one of my hands about a quarter of an inch further away from the other. She then reached into the fridge to pull out a zucchini and a package of mushrooms. Shiny wrapped a finger and thumb around the zucchini to show the girth, then pointed to the top of one of the mushrooms in the package before pointing her head next.

Wait… his head is shaped like a mushroom?

“I may have went a little overboard at the end, and he needs some more practice, but you won’t be disappointed should you go that far with him tonight. That’s all I can say.” Shiny put the zucchini and mushrooms back in the fridge and got back to cooking breakfast.

I looked down on the floor with a fist to my mouth. I recalled what I thought about before they came in and looked back up to Shiny. “Hey Shiny? Can I ask you something personal?”

“I thought opening up about what happened last night was, but sure. Go ahead.”

“When you stopped modeling and became my manager… would you say you became middle-class as well?”

“Uh, I suppose?”

“And you were like that when you were younger too, right? Along with the rest of your family?”

“Yes?”

“Do you know what normal ponies around that class do on dates?”

“Wait, hold on, where is this even coming from?”

“I’ve just been thinking. What if Ozzy sees and treats me differently because of my job? My social standing? My appearance even? He knows how beautiful you are, but… what if my own intimidates him in such a way?”

Shiny hummed and continued cooking with a furrowed brow. “Well, I don’t believe one’s social standing makes the pony for one thing, and I’m sure Ozzy knows that much too with how much time he spent with us. With how many ponies know you for your job and how annoying the paparazzi can be for making a story on every little thing a noble or celebrity does, it would make sense to act differently in public to not draw any attention.”

And would they have a field day if they ever know about Fancy’s “interests” for that matter.

“As for him being intimidated by your beauty,” she continued. “ Did you get the idea from how he acted during some of the photo shoots?” I nodded. “You may have to ask him about that yourself. I have my own guesses, but I can’t stand in for him to explain why he behaves that way. I will say it’s not out of intimidation of your appearance, I know that much.”

“Sorry for the wait!” Ozzy walked into the room with a change of clothes. He had a dark gray blazer with metal buttons over a dark green dress shirt, indigo jeans, and black socks. His hair was also styled like yesterday, and I could smell a hint of the cologne I gave him yesterday.

I picked the right choice of clothes for him to wear for our date today. He looks quite handsome.

“Don’t worry about it, breakfast is just about ready,” Shiny said.

With tableware and food set on the table, we got to eating with some casual chatting on the side while I was still in thought.

There may be some setbacks today, but I definitely want him to know how okay it is for him to be open around me. I will make sure of it.

[Ozzy’s POV, 11:45 a.m.]

“So what are we going to do first, Ozzy?”

“Uh… before we get there, can I just ask something first?”

“Sure.”

“Are you sure you’re comfortable going out like that?” Fleur—or “Flora” as she asked me to call her for today—was going in a different appearance than her usual look. She tied her mane in a ponytail; her own tail was straighter with no slight curls off the sides like usual; and she wore a greenish-blue sundress that reached down to her knees, had fake cutie mark patches of violet flowers over the original on her shoulders, and finally had special contacts that changed her purple eyes into blue. She even skipped on the eye shadow too.

To put it simply, she looked like a completely different mare.

“Yes, Ozzy, I’m comfortable,” Fleur said. “If there’s one thing I learned from dating Solar, it’s learning how to blend in with the public. When he was still acting, we got some tips and tools from his make-up artist so we could see each other without getting hounded by the press.”

“Wait, if Solar knows how to disguise himself like you do—”

“Solar’s a bit clumsy when it came to putting on make-up,” she interrupted. “With all his alcoholism, bad reputation, and time in prison, I’m sure he doesn’t even have a hint of how to do it on his own without my help. Seeing him the way he was back in Manehattan supports it.”

“Alright, if you say so.”

“Anyway, I’d rather not have any inconveniences on our date just because of my own reputation, so even if this gets uncomfortable after a while, I can manage just fine.” Fleur stepped in front of me with hands behind her back and a smile. “So back to my previous question; what are we going to do first?”

“I was thinking we could start off with going to the museum,” I answered. “I’ve been curious to visit there for a while myself, so I hope that’s okay.”

“How lovely! Okay, let’s go there then.”

We made it to the Canterlot Museum a couple minutes later and I paid for our entry fee. The structure was made of marble, took up quite a bit of space, was symmetrically designed like the Greeks’ works, and had a fountain running at the front. The inside, however, seemed even bigger than it did from out front. Numerous paintings, photos, and drawings were hung along the walls while sculptures were lined through the center. It looked like there was a tour going on as there was a small group of ponies gathered around a speaker explaining one of the paintings in the museum while more were scattered around the building.

“This is very impressive,” I praised.

“Isn’t it? Whenever I’m down or in a funk for my own “works,” I like to come here to mellow my mind out and gain some inspiration from the sculptures.”

So some of her poses were adapted by a few sculptures here? That’s pretty incredible.

“I wonder… Oh! Ozzy, come here real quick.” Fleur grabbed my wrist and pulled me to an oil painting hung on the wall. It was a colorful and detailed depiction of a posh-looking town from a high point of view. There were flowers blooming along the ground down the hill where the painter supposedly sat, and the buildings in the town looked old enough to be hundreds of years old, but also refined to give them a new, extravagant appearance. The sunset with the blending colors of the sky was also a nice touch.

“This is my favorite piece out of all the paintings in the museum,” Fleur said. “It shows the town of Everglade Meadows, where our family’s summer cottage resides.” She looked down with a small smile. “Mother and Father would take me and my brother there every summer for a few weeks to spend time with us. It was one of the few times when they didn’t worry about work or our studies and we could just enjoy ourselves. They loved it so much, they wanted to be buried in the cottage’s backyard when their time came.”

Fleur…

“Ever since then, my brother and I still kept that tradition. We would take Shiny and her family, Bubbles, Toffee, and Silver along to get away from our busy lives for a week, and pay our respects to them.” Fleur turned to me with glassy eyes while trying to hold that smile. “We’re planning to go again in a few months. It would be wonderful if you could come along and visit my parents. I’m sure they’d love to meet you.”

I stepped in and gave her a hug. “I’d love to,” I whispered. I felt her arms wrap around me and gripped the back of my blazer. She took a deep breath while I rubbed her back, trying my best to comfort her.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

[1:00 P.M.]

We spent the next hour browsing through the art in the museum. We told our thoughts about some of the works while listening to the tour guide’s explanations to the other patrons. When we finished, my stomach started growling as soon as we stepped out of the building.

“Guess it’s about that time, huh?” I asked. I saw a restaurant a few blocks down that looked like it had a sophisticated taste to it. It seemed like some place Fleur would be interested in going. “You want to eat over there, Flora?”

Fleur looked in the direction I pointed and hummed with a furrow brow. She took an unusual amount of time thinking about it until she turned to me. “Actually, would you mind if I picked somewhere we could eat?”

I raised a brow at her suggestion. I thought the restaurant I pointed out seemed more to her liking (even if it looked expensive), but I didn’t think too much before I shrugged. “Sure. We can do that. Do you have an idea for where we should go?”

“Perhaps, but we may need to do some walking so I could find the right place. You mind holding out a bit longer?”

“Nah. Lead the way.” Fleur nodded and grabbed my hand before pulling me to her direction.

The walk ended up taking longer than expected, but I didn’t complain as we held hands and chatted along the way. Fleur didn’t seem so shy with this kind of gesture compared to Shining, but there was a slight tint of red in her cheeks while she smiled. I didn’t notice until later that the scenery changed slightly. It wasn’t as high class as where we previously were, and the ponies weren’t as spiffy in clothing. In fact, it was more casual than what I was wearing, as the ponies here were wearing t-shirts, tanks, shorts, and jeans. I remembered passing through here a few times by carriage, but I hadn’t really taken a good look at the place until now.

“Uh, Flora?”

“Yes, Ozzy?”

“You sure you know where we’re going?”

“Why do you ask?”

“This part of Canterlot doesn’t seem as… posh, as where we were before. What kind of restaurant are we looking for out here?”

“Hmm… Something like that.” Fleur pointed to the building in question and I couldn’t help but raise a brow.

“A diner?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ve never been here before?”

“Nope.”

“You do know that these restaurants don’t have a wide selection of healthy foods?”

“Are we going inside to eat, or would you prefer we dine someplace else?”

My stomach growled like I shouldn’t stall any longer and should stop asking questions. We had certainly walked for a while, and I was getting hungry. “Alright, your choice. Maybe they’ll have something I could try. It’s been a while since I had this kind of food back on Earth.”

Fleur smiled and pulled me to the diner. It looked like we were just in time for the lunch rush to start slowing down, as there were a couple tables and a few seats at the booth open. A curvy mare with a pitcher of water, a pink and yellow striped uniform, and a green apron walked up to us with a smile. Fleur’s eye twitched when she saw the uniform, and if I knew her enough, she’s probably putting everything she can into not screaming from the clashing colors.

“Have a seat anywhere you like, and I’ll be with you in a bit,” the waitress said in a nasally kind of tone before going back to her routes, pouring water in the patrons’ glasses.

“Any preference to where you want to sit?” I asked.

Fleur heaved a sigh and glanced around the restaurant until she saw the empty stools at the booth. “Could we sit there?” I nodded and we took our seats. The waitress came along a little later and passed us the menus with a few glasses of water.

“Can I start you off with something to drink?” she asked.

“I think I’m fine for now, thanks.”

“Same here.”

“Alright, well let me know when you two sweethearts are ready to order, and I’ll be there in a bit.” The waitress left and we took a look at our menus.

Let’s see... Hayburger, soy burger, veggie burger, hay fries, potato fries, salad, fruit salad… Besides the list of drinks, there’s only different variations of burgers, sandwiches, the combos to go with them, the breakfast options, and desserts, all with a lot of calories that will take some time to burn off. Did Fleur really want to come here of all places?

I glanced at Fleur from the corner of my eye, and she had a determined look on her face like she’s trying to burn the menu with her stare. The waitress walked back to us at the other side of the booth a few moments later.

“Are we ready to order?” she asked.

“Yes, I’ll have the veggie burger with pepperjack cheese and onions, hold the tomato and pickle, a side of potato fries, and a chocolate shake,” I ordered while the waitress wrote everything down. It had been a while since I went all out like this back on Earth. I may not get beef in my burger this time, but it’s a small loss.

“And for you, young lady?”

“Um… I’ll have what he’s having, but with white cheese, and no onions.”

Whoa, seriously? That’s a bit much, even for her.

“I’ll be right back with your shakes,” the waitress said as she finished writing down the order and clipped it to a spinning rack that goes inside the kitchen. She then carried the food for the next few customers to one of the tables.

“Hey Ozzy?” Fleur whispered.

“Yeah?”

“What does the food we ordered taste like?”

If she were a human asking the same thing with a hamburger instead, I might have thought I was going crazy from hearing that.

“You mean to tell me you never had a burger, fries, and a shake before?” I asked.

“What? No, of course I had those things before. I was… referring to the ones from your world! Yes, because I’m sure they must taste very different than what we’re having and I was curious. That’s it.” Fleur’s smile seemed a bit forced with that little laugh. I couldn’t help but raise a brow from that.

“Right. Actually, I gotta use the bathroom first. I’ll be right back.” I stood up from the stool and walked over to the bathrooms.

I took a seat in one of the stalls and dialed Shining’s phone number. The tone rang a few times before she answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey Shining, this is Ozzy.”

“What’s up? Need some tips with your date? How’s it going so far?”

“It’s going okay, but I do have a question about ‘Flora.’” Shining was aware of Fleur’s change of appearance when we left, so if something happens, she’d know who I was really talking about.

“What is it?”

“Has she ever had any junk food besides pizza while growing up?”

“Oh boy, where are you?”

“I’m at a diner right now. She was the one to suggest it, and she ordered a veggie burger with fries and a chocolate shake.”

I heard Shining sigh over the phone. “I was afraid of this. Her parents made sure she and Fancy Pants had kept up with their nutrition with a variety of healthy foods. Having ‘commoners’ food as they called them was almost forbidden in their home. You wouldn’t believe how much coaxing it took just to convince Fleur to try one slice of pizza during a sleepover we had as fillies. And when she tried my mom’s special beaver tail bites, they became like a drug to her. Once her parents found out, she got reluctant to try anything else. Of course, there’s also her career to still keep up with her nutrition and exercise in order to maintain her figure.”

“So why’s she going to such extremes now? At least in her case?”

“You didn’t hear this from me, but Fleur was worried that her reputation as a supermodel might have intimidated you in a way. She’s probably going this far to show how much she wants to be treated like a regular mare.”

“What made her think I was intimidated by her? I already told her how I felt a few nights ago. I would think she would get the idea it was for herself and not her job or something.”

“Let me ask you this: when you found out Fleur was a supermodel, did you see her differently after that?”

Did I see her differently? I did think she was rather beautiful the first time we met, even though I had little idea how I was attracted to mares. She was pretty generous treating me to dinner for saving her life…

My eyes slowly widened as I played back what happened that night, especially when it came to that one phrase, the very reason why Fleur took me in the team and her home in the first place.

While I do need a new secretary, I also need… a friend.

Sure, Shining has gotten better since I came along from what I heard, and she has Fancy, Bubbles, and Toffee to watch her back, but she wanted a friend who would treat her as an equal the whole time, no matter the occupation or class. I’ve been so swept up with being a good secretary I forgot what I really need to do for her, especially after all the times she’s been there for me.

“Ugh, I’m such an idiot,” I scolded myself.

“You’re not an idiot, Ozzy. We all have our moments sometimes,” Shining said. “Just try and play along with what Fleur wants to do for now. When you have the chance, talk to her. I’m sure that will loosen things up between you two.”

“I’ll give it a try. Thanks, Shining.”

“No problem. I’ll be sure her meal plan gets back on track while putting in more exercise after today. Good luck out there and treat her well.”

I went back to the booth after I peed and washed my hands. When I came back, the waitress had just served the chocolate shakes.

“Your orders will be out in a little bit,” she said before going back to her routes.

“Well, the milkshakes look good,” I said as I took my seat. I took a few sips through the straw while Fleur watched, and I savored the sweet, chocolaty, chilly flavor of the thick, but creamy beverage. “Tastes great too,” I added in.

Fleur turned back and took a few sips of her own shake. Her eyes shot open wide and started trying to suck through the straw like her life depended on it.

“Uh, Flora, you should probably—”

“AGH! My head!”

“Push your tongue to the roof of your mouth.”

Fleur had her eyes shut tightly while her hands held her head. After a few moments, she slowly opened her eyes and sighed a deep breath.

“How could I ever forget something as simple as a brain freeze?” she asked.

“It happens. Must have been delicious though, huh?”

“Very delicious, actually.” Fleur looked down at her glass and muttered, “Wonder what else I’ve missed?” My mood fell a little when I heard that. I went back to drinking my shake while occupied with my thoughts.

Poor Fleur. She may have grown up in a home that politicians back on Earth would kill to have, but she was sheltered from some of the fun, simpler things in life. Then there’s also living to the expectations of everypony around her to add on top of it. Well, even though I didn’t have very much to work with while growing up, I still tried to make the most out of it, and I’m going to make sure Fleur will have a taste of that today.

“Order up!”

Speaking of taste.

The platter Fleur and I received looked delicious. The burgers were just a tad bigger than my fist, and the golden-yellow fries were scattered around them. We also received knives to cut our burgers and a bottle of ketchup. It looked like a typical diner lunch meal to me, but to Fleur, she must have been surprised from how big it was if her raised brows were any indication.

“You two lovebirds enjoy now,” the waitress said and walked off.

“Nice, I’m starved.” I took the top bun off the burger and poured some ketchup on the underside, then an empty spot on the plate for the fries. When I set the bun back on its rightful place, I took the knife and cut the sandwich in half. I didn’t have enough veggie burgers to know how well done they were cooked like beef, but it looked like it was on the stove long enough to be edible. I picked up the first half and opened my mouth wide to get a good first bite out of it. It was a nice mix of crunchy and chewy, both from the patty and the lettuce, plus the subtle spice from the red onions. There wasn’t a lot of grease, but there was just enough to taste the flavor and get the oily feeling in my fingers. I swallowed the bite and sighed, relishing the feeling of eating a burger like back on Earth. “This tastes good,” I said. I sprinkled some salt on the fries before dipping one in the ketchup and ate it. Like the burger, there was enough grease to taste the flavor as well while complementing the hot, crispy fluffiness from the fried potato. “These are nice too,” I added.

I felt Fleur’s stare onto me as she watched how I ate. At the corner of my eye, I watched her doing the same thing I did, but with the help of her magic instead of her hands. I figured she didn’t want to get her hands dirty. Fleur looked astounded as she hovered half of the burger in front of her, probably because of how big it looked up close. I was at the edge of my seat as I watched her opening her mouth and taking a chunk out of the burger. She looked up as she chewed, and her eyes widened slowly before swallowing.

“This is amazing,” she said. Fleur tried a ketchup dipped fry next, and hummed in a high pitch. “This is really good.”

“Hey, you wanna try something really really good?”

“What more is there than right in front of me?”

“Observe.” I took a fry and pulled the shake toward me with a smirk, Fleur’s irises shrunk.

“No, there’s no way. That’s just… we drank from that.”

I dipped the fry in the shake without a second thought, making sure I took a good chunk of the thick cold treat, and ate it. Fleur’s jaw lowered as I shrugged, chewed, and swallowed.

“Try it. You’d be surprised how well it mixes,” I said.

Fleur lifted a fry with her magic and dipped it in her shake. She looked toward me with uncertainty, and I urged her to go for it with a nod. She took the dipped part of the fry in her mouth and chewed. Her eyes shot open, ears perked up, and she practically jumped out of her stool.

“Sweet Celestia, what sorcery is this?!” she exclaimed. Everypony in the restaurant turned their attention to Fleur, and the place went silent. Her cheeks tinted red as she glanced around the room and slowly took her seat with a grin. The restaurant went back to its lively business and Fleur sighed.

“So Flora? Was it a masterpiece or what?” I asked.

“Masterpiece doesn’t even begin to describe how delicious that was,” she answered. “The salty, crispy, fluffy warmth combined with the chilly, but sweet and creamy treat? Ozzy, I must know; who is responsible for this astonishing creation back on your world?”

“Some guy or girl who was high enough to try it while at a party or something.” I shrugged. “We don’t know where and when the trend started, but it became a hit for a lot of people when the word spread. Some good things come from the strangest of places sometimes.”

“Indeed.”

[3:30 p.m.]

“Ugh, how could something so bad taste so good?” Fleur groaned as we walked along the sidewalk. One of her hands was holding onto a small lump of her belly like she was carrying a food baby. “I don’t know if I can eat anymore for the rest of the day after all of that.”

“You may not have eaten it all, but I’m impressed you got most of it down,” I complimented. “I thought you’d only leave with half of everything leftover on your plate.”

“Well excuse me for not having your metabolism to clean your own plate and glass. How can you stallions even eat all of that and still look fine?”

“There’s a thing we like to call ‘loosening your belt.’ Plus, the veggie burger wasn’t as filling as the ones made from beef back home, so that might be something.”

“I feel like I gained five pounds from all of that. It’s going to take me forever to burn it all down.”

“But you liked it, right? Come on, you gotta admit that much.” We stepped into the park Shining and I were in yesterday and took a seat in one of the benches. There were almost no ponies around the area, the birds chirping nearby were the only things that filled the silent air.

“Yes, I did like it. I’m glad we went there. I might have fibbed a bit earlier, but… I’ve never had a burger, fries, and a shake before.” Fleur’s cheeks reddened a little.

“I figured as much.”

“Mother and Father never let my brother and me try this kind of food before. Said it was not only unhealthy, but we shouldn’t lower ourselves to such things fit for commoners apparently.”

“Were they highly respected nobles?”

“Yes. Father worked alongside Princess Celestia doing the same kind of work Fancy’s in right now, and though he was working to better Equestria, he… wasn’t as much of a conversationalist with the locals as Fancy is today. In fact, he opposed the idea of me working as a model for a while. From what you’ve seen in the job, I think you already know why.”

“So what changed his mind?”

“Mother. She was a bit of an art enthusiast back in Prance before Father met her, she even dabbled in a few creative works herself, whether it be in painting or writing. She was thrilled to hear how I wanted to express myself in such a fashion while donating my earnings to good causes, and she made sure Father was in the same boat. Quite forcibly I might add.”

From the way she put it, I wouldn’t want to be her father during that time.

A moment of silence passed before Fleur widened her eyes and turned to me. “Oh, you have to pardon me. Here I am talking about my parents, and…”

“No, it’s okay. It’s nice to see you opening up like this.” I looked up to the partially cloudy sky. “Plus, it’s nice to learn what to do or not from other people’s—or ponies’—experiences in the subject, especially in something as this. If I ever have kids one day… I don’t want to become the kind of dad mine was before it was too late.”

“Ozzy…”

“I’ve learned through the hard way that the only person who could help you in your time of need is yourself,” I continued. “I had to look out for myself in order to get through the day, only seeking help provided by professionals for more practical priorities and not bothering anyone’s time to talk about my more personal struggles. My own dad didn’t really take much to heart, and my brother would just use it as ammo to show how weak I was, so what was the point? I may have made a few acquaintances after I moved out, but I didn’t make the effort to connect with them on a deeper level because I didn’t want to get hurt like my family did to me. I was… scared to connect with anyone, fearing that there might be some kind of catch in making friends that could only backfire on me in the long term. And then I ran into you.” I turned to Fleur who had her ears folded before perking up. “You’re probably the first person—or pony—I’ve ever felt safe around that isn’t a counselor or other similar profession. Like I could open up to you about almost anything that comes to mind, both negative and positive. If that isn’t friendship, then I have no idea what is.” I held her face in my hand and smiled. “That’s why I don’t care whether you’re a model, a noble, or a regular pony. I’m the luckiest man in both worlds to know, befriend, and love such a wonderful mare like yourself. I want to know many things about you, and there’s nothing I already know that will ever push me away.”

I softly planted my lips on hers with my eyes closed, the hand that held her face moved behind her middle to pull her in while her own arms wrapped around my shoulders. We ended the kiss and pulled each other into a hug. I was able to smell the soap that wafted from her fur. With the mixture of strawberry from her mane was my favorite scent I sampled back from the very first photo shoot I saw Fleur in as her secretary: Lilies.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that,” Fleur said before we pulled back. “I honestly thought you were intimidated by me from what you’ve seen of me from the photo shoots. At least, that’s what I assumed when you look away sometimes.”

“I thought I was being rude for staring.” I scratched the back of my head while glancing to the side. “I mean, I respected you too much as a friend and model to view you like that, and I didn’t want to come off as some kind of pervert or something, even if everypony else in the studio was watching.”

Fleur’s gaze turned half-lidded while her smile changed from happy to something else. “Do you want to know something, Ozzy?” She moved her finger in a “come here” motion, and I moved my ear close to her muzzle. She cupped her hand over our faces and whispered, “Out of everypony in the room, I wanted you to stare at me most of all. Every pose I do for the cameras, whether I be in bikinis, lingerie, or nothing at all, is me giving you a show only the two of us know about, and tonight… I’ll be giving you a personal one that tops all others.” As if her hot breath with her words wasn’t enough of a turn on, a lick that slowly trailed up my ear sent a shiver throughout my body. My face was probably as red as a tomato, making Fleur giggle at my expense once she pulled back. “You think we could spend the rest of the day back at our place? Maybe rent a movie or two to watch along the way?”

“S-Sure, we can do that, but… could we sit here for a bit until I calm down?”

[7:00 p.m.]

It took a minute or so for my rise to finally come down before we walked to the video store on our way home, Fleur’s arms were wrapped around one of my own. We ended up getting one bad scary movie and a dirty romantic comedy. When we got home, I changed into some comfortable clothes and washed off the pomade in my hair while Fleur took off her disguise and went into a purple crop top and jeans. The former was pretty skimpy, clinging onto her bosom enough where I could practically see her nipples poking out from underneath.

We laughed at some cheesy parts of the horror movie first, pointing out dumb moments the teenage ponies were making that gave the monster an easier time to catch them. Walking into a shack by himself to grab weapons to defend against the monster, a jock and a tramp making out by their lonesome (thinking they had the place locked up so nopony could get inside of course), basically anything that violates the rules of what not to do in a scary movie kind of thing. We only had water to drink throughout the film, and Fleur was leaning on my side while my arm was around her shoulder.

When the movie ended, Fleur sat up and stretched. “I’m a little hungry, but not so much from how big our lunch was.”

“Maybe I could make us something for us to have while we watch the second movie?” I asked.

“Sounds nice. Let’s do it.” We got off the couch and walked to the kitchen. I grabbed the ingredients and tools needed to help me cook while Fleur stood idly by. “Hey Ozzy?”

“Yeah?”

“You think you could teach me how to cook?”

“I don’t know, did Fancy really have to get his stomach pumped after you fed him a grilled cheese?”

“I was young and had no idea what I was doing back then. I’m sure if you showed me how to do it I could improve.” Then the worst thing came to happen: She made the face. “Pweeeeeease, Ozzy?”

“Gah! Alright alright I’ll teach you. Let’s just wash our hands first and we’ll go from there.” Fleur fist pumped with a “yes,” another victory was hers thanks to her dreaded puppy dog face.

When we had our hands washed, I told her about the precautions of cooking, safety while doing it, and what to look out for when a dish was ready. Fleur looked intent about taking in every bit of information I gave as she nodded along. We decided to make tofu stir fry and some rice as our meal for the night. We rinsed the vegetables needed, and I showed her how to cut them the way we needed for the dish while avoiding to cut our fingers off. She was careful in cutting them just right, I wasn’t sure if she knew she could also use her magic to make the task less strenuous, but I couldn’t stop her focused streak. When we got them and the tofu cut, we prepared the sauce while waiting for the skillet with canola oil to heat up. I then had Fleur put the cut up tofu in the skillet, and I told her when would be the best time to turn and stir them until they got to a good brown color. The same went for the vegetables when we got there and poured the sauce inside. Finally, we got the rice cooker to prepare the rice while we waited for the meal to finish.

“And we’re all set,” I said.

“Wait, are we really done? Is it time to eat?”

“Yep. Now we just see how you did.”

“Don’t you mean ‘we’?”

“Nope, I just showed and explained what to do. This was all on you.”

“Really?” I nodded and smiled.

I served the helpings on the plates and we took out our forks. “Bon appetit,” I said, and we took our first bites. Fleur’s eyes widened as she chewed.

“My word, did I really make something like this?” she asked.

“You sure did, and it came out pretty good. We’ll have to save some for Shining to try. I’m sure she’ll freak when she finds out you made this.”

Fleur smiled while a hint of red rose in her cheeks. “Thank you, Ozzy.”

“You wanna get to that second movie now?” She nodded in response. “I’ll put the rest in tupperware. Could you set the movie up please?”

“Sure thing.” Fleur took our dishes to the living room and prepared the next movie while I put the leftovers in the tupperware, placed it in the fridge, and cleaned the kitchen tools. I washed my hands, went back to the living room, and took my seat. Fleur passed me my food and started the romantic comedy movie with the remote.

A couple minutes in the movie, we cleaned our plates and set them on the coffee table. Fleur suddenly stretched and lie down across my lap, a pillow on the other side supported her head while her bare stomach faced the ceiling, and she rested her legs on one of the couch’s arms. She looked up at me with a smile and half-lidded eyes, her hands resting on her middle. I couldn’t help but notice how her stomach and bosom rose and fell with each breath she took, the latter grabbing most of my attention from not only how her nipples poked through her chest, but from how much of her cleavage I could see. How her arms were placed in front of her even lightly pressed her breasts together, accentuating their perkiness and the cleavage.

“Are you uh… comfortable?” I asked.

“Very, and I’m sure your little friend can agree.” My cheeks warmed when I realized my erection was poking her back through my jeans. Fleur giggled at my expense while I glanced to the side. “It’s alright, Ozzy. I’m glad this is to your liking.” She grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her middle, feeling her warmth and softness while subtle thumps of her heartbeat spread through her body. It was nice to feel connected like this, and we shared that expression with our smiles before turning back to the movie playing. Every now and then we shared a laugh in some funny moments, Fleur hummed when I gave her belly a little rub, and we just enjoyed each other’s company.

At one point in the movie, one of the main male protagonist’s buddies went into a strip club to watch the dancers. He was the biggest pervert in the group, and he practically tossed away a week’s worth of his paycheck not only to the performers for the show, but also to get a lap dance as well. He seemed a little too ecstatic when the stripper he asked for started the session.

“Pft, if she was acting there, she’s doing a good job playing as an amateur,” Fleur commented midway through.

“You sound like you could do better than her.”

“I most certainly can. I’ve learned a few moves while in the modeling business that would make stallions regular customers of mine just to have me dance in the room, and that’s only how much that poor guy’s throwing at her for the lap dance.”

“That’s kind of exaggerating it a little. Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

“Ah, are you saying I don’t have it?”

“No! No, that’s not what I was implying at all. I was referring to the price.”

“You think my sessions are worth the same as hers?”

“Not exactly the same, per se.”

“How about I show you myself, and you’ll see then that my price would be worth as I proclaimed, hm?”

Right when she said that, that’s when I realized: that was the ‘show’ she was referring to earlier. I wasn’t sure if she planned this when we got our movies, but from the way she was speaking, it was more like an invitation to finish the night on a good note than a challenge to prove me wrong. There was only one way I could answer from something like this.

“Alright, I’m down with that,” I answered.

Fleur grinned with half-lidded eyes. “Excellent. I just need to shower and change, and we can get started.” She sat up and placed a hand on my shoulder. “You might want to change into something more comfortable yourself, Ozzy, ‘cause this is going to take a while tonight.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” We pulled each other into a kiss, her arms around my shoulders while mine to her lower back. A moan from her was starting to get me excited for what’s to come, and from how her tail curled around one of my hands as I reached lower, she was feeling the same way. We broke out of our kiss, and Fleur giggled while tracing circles around my chest.

“Meet me in my room once you’re ready,” she whispered. She stood up from the couch, and with her hand slowly sliding across me, I watched Fleur saunter up the stairs to her room, getting a good look of her hips and ass shifting side to side before disappearing in her room.

I stopped and turned off the movie, took the dishes in the sink to clean in the morning, and made sure all the lights were off and the doors were locked before I headed upstairs to my room. I changed into to a loose t-shirt and boxers after a quick shower, my usual nightwear, and went inside Fleur’s room. I didn’t realize how long it’s been since I was in Fleur’s room when I sat on her bed. She would usually sleep with me and Shining on my bed, which really said something because her bed was unbelievably soft, topping my own by a landslide.

Was sleeping with me that much better than by herself on her own god-like bed?

“Ozzy? Are you in here?” Fleur asked from her bathroom, only a crack of the door was open enough for me to hear her.

“I’m here.” The door slowly opened, and my eyes widened.

From the top, Fleur was wearing a black laced bra with some mesh designed so I could see her nipples underneath. Then there were her fingerless fishnet gloves that reached to her elbows. Further down I thought she was wearing a pair of panties, but as she sauntered past me, I couldn’t have been happier to be wrong as her thong let me took a good look at her well-toned, but bouncy ass. Finally, there was her thigh high mesh stockings that complemented how sculpted her legs were. She wasn’t even wearing her usual make up either, she didn’t even need to, since her violet eyes stood out on their own with her glimmer alone. I may have seen Fleur in different outfits during photo shoots before, sometimes even nothing at all, but no matter how many times I’ve seen it, it still felt like the first I’ve ever witnessed it. The only difference that made this moment stand out from all the others was that we were the only ones in the room, and this was the most personal we’ve ever gotten with each other since the first day we met.

“What do you think?” Fleur asked as she leaned forward with a smile, a small tint of red in her cheeks.

“You look very beautiful, Fleur. Absolutely stunning.”

Fleur giggled. “Thank you. Now before we start, I think we need some music to fit the mood.” She sat behind me on the bed, used her magic to work the computer, and opened up Youtube. She leaned over enough where her chest was pressing against my back, but her face was close to mine. “Remember to keep your hands to yourself until the show’s over.” And with a click, a song started to play, and I was glad she had a good taste in music based on what I was hearing. I personally wasn’t into any rap or hip-hop artist like Chris Brown or Rihanna. The instrumentals were somewhat decent, but their lyrics to a lot of songs kind of kill the mood.

Fleur started off by sliding her hands slowly down my front from behind me, pulled them back up, and tousled my hair a bit before stepping off the bed. A stocking covered leg suddenly placed itself on one of my own, and Fleur leaned down while moving her hands over it, accentuating its tone and curves while her eyes locked onto me. She whipped her mane back, rolled herself up, and lifted her leg out of my lap.

She sauntered to the front with her back facing me, glanced over her shoulder, and smiled with a wink. She pushed her gloves out of her arm, revealing her delicate, yet firm white hands. Said hands then moved down her figure, making sure I eyed each curve of her body while her hips swayed as she slowly squatted herself down. She rose her ass up, shimmied herself off her stockings to reveal her sculpted legs in all their glory, stepped out, and tossed them to the side while her tail moved in the opposite direction, allowing me to get a good glimpse of her vulva just barely covered by the thong. With her magic, she pulled the office chair toward her after she arched her back on the way up, using the back for support while she circled her hips enticingly at me.

Fleur spun to face now, eyes half-lidded and a smirk formed from her lips. She took a few steps toward me and placed her hands on my knees, leaning down to where our faces were in close proximity and gave the tip of my nose a little lick as she rocked her hips side to side. She moved her hands up my thighs and rolled up just before they got to my pelvis, her bra covered breasts almost brushing on my face along the way. To show off her flexibility, she lifted one leg almost to a standing splits and rested it on one of my shoulders. With her opposite hand taking my other side, she rolled up her body towards me twice, keeping it in the flow with the music and possibly getting aroused if her subtle moans were any indication. Fleur then set her leg on my shoulder down next to my own by the knee, and with her other on the opposite side, she was sitting on top of my lap, hands on each side of my shoulders.

It took every bit of will I had to stop myself from touching her, my hands giving her poor sheets a death grip to help alleviate the urge. Fleur must have known how turned on I was just from sitting on my erection, and from how shallow her breaths were as she grinded herself on top of it, she must have been feeling the same way. Her breasts lightly brushing against my face as she rolled her body along with the grinds was driving me crazy. The smile she was sporting while biting her lower lip told me how much she was enjoying the teases towards me, which was just like her to have some fun from that. With one last roll upwards, she whipped her head back and pushed herself off of my lap, almost sad that she stopped, but her hands were still on my shoulders.

While leaning forward, she whipped her hips in one hard circle, slid her hands down my front, thighs, stopped at my knees, and opened them wide. She stood up, turned her back to me, and with her hands on my knees for support, she did her sexy squat like she did earlier, raised her almost bare ass high, and whipped her tail swiftly, yet soft enough to give a light brush across my face. Fleur stood up, closed my legs, and took her seat back on my lap with her back still facing me. She wrapped her tail around my middle, opened up her own legs, leaned back towards me, and did a few grinds on top of my aching erection once more. The scent of her strawberry flavored mane was enticing, and hearing her shallow breaths again was driving me to the brink. When she stopped, she closed her legs and whipped her mane to one side, her half-lidded gaze turned back to me from the other side of her shoulder.

With her eyes still on me, she stood back on the floor with her legs spread. She then faced forward, slid her hands down to her knees while leaning forward, and gave her hips one small circle. With her mane whipping back behind her, Fleur moved her torso up and over in a clockwise motion until she went back to where she started. She slowly rolled up through the middle, and when she stood up fully, she reached behind and gave one of her bare ass cheeks a hard spank, the loud smack overpowering the music’s volume for just a moment.

I didn’t know how long ago it was since the first song she played ended and transitioned to the others, but with her show finally finished, Fleur stopped the music from her computer and turned it off. She panted a little like she came out from one of her yoga sessions while she turned back towards me and took a seat in my lap again, arms wrapped around me and her mane moved back behind her.

“Sweet Celestia was that a rush,” Fleur said with a smile. “So Ozzy? How did I do?”

For a moment, I could have sworn I lost my voice after that performance as my mouth just opened and closed. Finally with a few slight smacks to my face, I was able to speak clearly. “That was just incredible, Fleur. I’d probably cut my usual pay in half just to see you perform like that and then some every week.”

She giggled. “Well lucky for you, my services are only free to my special somepony.”

“I love you, Fleur de Lis.”

“I love you too, Ozzy Shore.”

Finally allowed to touch her, I wrapped my arms around her middle as we pulled each other in for a kiss. Unlike her lap dance that was sexy, almost wild, and alluring, her kiss was soft, gentle, and meaningful. Even with her tongue brushing over my lower lip and I allowed her entry, our moist, tender appendages were mingling with each other in a slow dance rather than a wrestle for dominance, our moans signifying our enjoyment in such occasion. When we broke out of the kiss, a string of saliva connected our tongues for a moment before it snapped. We panted warm breaths onto each other while our gazes were half-lidded and in bliss.

I reached down to the hem of my shirt to pull over me while Fleur reached behind to unclasp her bra, tossing it to the same side. The tint of red when I first saw her coming out of the bathroom earlier came back with more color on her cheeks, as well as a little on her ears.

“Can I ask you something, Ozzy?”

“What is it?”

“Remember when you first held onto me that morning in Manehattan, when I first slept with you in that poor excuse of a fold-over bed in the hotel from my sleepwalking?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle from how she referred to the couch I slept on the first night. “I remember. Why do you ask?”

“How did I feel?” she asked while cupping her breasts.

My cheeks heated up from what she was implying. “They, you… felt incredible, Fleur. I could still remember a little of your steady heartbeat in my hands, showing how much at peace you were while sleeping that morning.”

The redness in her complexion became brighter while she smiled. “Could you do that again then? I want to know how it feels while I’m wide awake, only being touched by your hands.”

“I would be delighted.” With another brief kiss exchanged, Fleur spun herself around on my lap, eliciting a slight grunt from me due to the grind acting on my hardness. Her back was pressed against me, her legs were on the outside edges of my own as she was on her knees, and I smelled her sweet scent of strawberries and lilies. She reached behind and grabbed my hands, guiding them by sliding up her stomach, to the bottom of her ribs, and finally her soft, perky mounds. She took a shallow gasp when we made contact, and I felt her heart beat radiating off her chest at a fast pace. I squeezed, pressed, and circled her breasts as I kissed and sucked her neck.

“Ozzy,” she moaned. I felt her fingers reaching back to my hair and running them through it, her bottom half grinding on top of my erection, and her breaths were deep and steady. She hissed when I gave her nipples a little pinch, her hand moved down to my chin, guiding me up to her muzzle, and shared another kiss. I ran one of my hands down her stomach again and reached under her thong. Heat radiated from her wet, damp sex, possibly having gotten soaked long before we started connecting. I felt my way around to find her core of pleasure, and when my finger passed over her bump, her high pitched moan during our kiss told me I hit my mark. I moved her clit around in a circle with my finger while my other hand kneaded her breast, her breaths quickened as she pulled out of the kiss for air, and I went back to kissing her neck.

With one scream and arch of her back, warm liquids splashed onto my hand that was near her sex. I could feel Fleur soaking my boxers as her body contracted and released her fluids on top of me. She dropped back down and panted for breath as she used me for support. I pulled my soaked hand up and saw her fluids dribbling down my arm. She suddenly took a hold of it and started eating the mess off, licking my palm, and sucking my fingers. Shivers went up my arm and through the body when my digits were enveloped by her warm mouth, vibrated from the blissful moans, and caressed by her warmer, moist tongue swirling around them. Thoroughly cleaned, she let go of my hand with a pop and licked her lips. I sat there wide-eyed as she turned to me.

“Sorry, did you want a taste?” she breathed.

“Yes actually, but I think I’d like it straight from the tap if you don’t mind?” Fleur shook her head and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

I gently laid her down on the bed and started warming her up by playing with her breasts again, lightly flicking her erect, perky nipples with my thumbs, then circling my tongue around one of her areolas. It sounded like she tried to stifle her moan by biting her lower lip, but it held little success when her arched back was added into it. She hugged and pulled my head down her chest further, running her fingers through my hair again and taking light pants. The small scream she made when I gave her nipple a gentle bite was pretty cute, too.

I kissed my way down her stomach, then to her thong when I got to my knees on the floor, my head between her legs. I slipped the soaked material down and tossed them aside, revealing her wet, gleaming, winking sex. I didn’t take notice until now how much her musk was filling the room, and when I took a whiff out of the source where the concentration was strongest, I finally got what her arousal smelled like.

“Huh, you smell like vanilla,” I said.

“Is that bad?”

“No, it smells great, but I honestly thought it smelled like bubblegum at first.”

She giggled a little as she sat up on her elbows. “Did my mane and tail color gave you that assumption?”

“A little, yes.”

“I thought it smelled like bubblegum because of that too at first. Shiny confirmed that it wasn’t though.”

“Ah. Well I still think it’s nice, and your lips here are quite pretty too.” I spread open said part of her vulva that was winking before, taking in the sight of her soft pink insides and her swollen clit.

“Ozzy, you’re embarrassing me,” she whined. From the looks of her lightly reddened cheeks while pouting, she wasn’t kidding.

Huh, I’ll have to use that as ammo for certain occasions.

Without warning, my face dove in and sucked Fleur’s clit. She yelped from the sudden surprise and groaned once she pulled my face closer to her sex. I licked, flicked, and nibbled her small but swollen bump, making her writhe and grip my strands of hair tighter. I could tell she really wanted more once her tail wrapped behind and pulled me down ever further. With this, it was time for me to do my own teasing. I paused my ministrations in her sex and pulled my head back slightly.

“Ozzy, no, I was so close,” she moaned. I sat at my place and with my fingers still keeping her open, I caressed her core with a gentle, cool blow of air, making her tremble, dribble, and whine as it was continuous. With one hand keeping her lips open, the other ran up one of her legs and gave her inner thigh a massage. She tried to pull me back in with her hands and tail, but I willed myself to stay put.

Come on, Fleur, you know what I want. You teased me similarly for a while, even before all of this, and I pushed through. Now the tables have turned. Let me hear you say it.

“Ozzy… please,” she begged. “Give it to me, please! I need your tongue inside me to cum!”

That’s all I need to hear.

With Fleur’s lips still open, I moved in and inserted my tongue inside while a thumb from my free hand pushed into her bump, causing her to moan loudly. Her breath quickened as I swirled my tongue inside her sex, and my thumb ran circles around her clit. Her soaked pelvis was dribbling more fluids, and I was able to get a taste before they dripped down my chin. It was different than Shining’s in terms of taste, almost a little bitter, but her vanilla scented arousal was enough to overcome it. I started to feel her quivering, and her muscles squeezing my tongue in a faster pace, it was about time for it to come.

“OZZEEAAAAAH!” she screamed as her sex made a vice on my tongue and squirted juices on my face. I must have not felt it since my hand was so close the first time she climaxed, but Fleur was quite a squirter. As she arched her back, short, but forceful streams were shot from inside her. Soon, the streams turned into short spurts until she dropped down on the bed gasping for air, her tongue lolled out slightly. With the grip on my hair and her tail loosened, I pulled back and used my t-shirt from the side to wipe the mess off my face and glasses. When I finished, I hovered over Fleur to see her panting, her eyes half-lidded in a daze.

“You’re… such a tease,” she panted between breaths.

“Look who’s talking,” I chuckled.

“Shut up and just kiss me already.” I obliged and locked lips with her. She moaned as she pushed her tongue in my mouth and made sure to get some of her taste out of me. Our kiss broke apart with a smack, and she caught her breath. “I’m not going out until I get you inside me, you know,” she said.

“Good, because I’ve been building up like crazy today and saved this for last.” I finally took my soaked boxers off and set my hardness free into the air, standing at attention. I lubed it up with her wetness from her last climax, eliciting grunts from Fleur as it passed over her bump. Once it was well coated, I set the head to her entrance. “You ready?” She nodded and wrapped her hands around the back of my head. I pushed myself inside, my sensitive head making me grunt as it disappeared inside her, Fleur mimicked the gesture while tightly closing her eyes.

“Fuck yes, keep going,” she moaned when I was halfway through. With one last shove from my hips, I broke the rest of my way inside, making her yelp while her eyes shot wide open. “Holy fuck!” Her core had a tight grip on me like the rest of her body, her nails even dug into my skin a little. She let out a breath she was holding and loosened her hold. “My word, I can’t believe you’re this far inside of me.”

“It’s not over yet.” I gave her another brief kiss and started my motions, going slow, but accelerating once I pushed in, our pelvises slapping on contact, and repeated. Fleur wrapped her legs behind me and grunted with each thrust. Her sex was eagerly milking me with its moist, warm, soft wetness from the muscles, urging me closer to my climax.

“Yes, just like this,” she moaned. “It’s been so long since I felt like this. You fill me up so well.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this. I feel the same way.”

We went just like this for a bit, no change was needed at the moment because we were exactly where we wanted to be, receiving what we’ve wanted from each other for who knows how long.

The feeling that we weren’t making sex, but making—

“AAAH!” Fleur’s body suddenly tensed up, squeezed my member, my torso with her arms and legs tightly, and a burst of liquid came gushing inside her. Her body quivered as she rode her third climax. I felt her warmness dripping out from inside her and dribbling down my legs, and when she finished, she loosened her grip and dropped on the bed, gasping for air.

“Fuck me… we didn’t cum at the same time,” she breathed.

“I didn’t think it would go that fast after your first two tonight,” I pointed out.

“Let’s just say I’ve been pent up for a while myself. I’ve gotten pretty sensitive over time.”

“So… Are we done?”

“I may be spent, but I’m not going to leave you hanging. Just finish up your end and we’ll cuddle ourselves to sleep.”

“Are you sure?” She nodded, and though her core’s grip on me wasn’t as strong as earlier, just the squeeze alone was confirmation enough.

I held both sides of her waist for leverage and continued my thrusts inside her. Despite the minor setback, my member was still hard and throbbing inside from all the attention it received tonight. Fleur’s third climax provided more lubrication for me to move with ease, the sound of wet smacks when our pelvises connect and seeing her breasts bounce with each hit I made was arousing for the both of us. Even when she had little energy to move, she seemed to still get a kick from the penetrations if her subtle moans and shallow gasps said anything about it. If it was possible to control them, she seemed to be putting effort into milking my hardness with what little strength she had left, which was still an amazing sensation nonetheless. Pressure was starting to build in my own core, ready to unleash its load.

“Fleur, I’m getting close,” I grunted.

“Give it all to me, Ozzy. I want your warmth mixing with my own inside,” she moaned.

I upped the pace a little, but tried to retain the same momentum of force—maybe even more—into her core as I tried to push myself to my big finish. With one final hard thrust with a groan, I emptied my load, making Fleur gasp from the sudden new substance that was coating her insides. My white liquid spurted with each small jerk I pushed further up her sex, filling it to where some of it dribbled out on the bed along with her own fluids, but she was doing her best to milk what she could get out of me. When I was spent, I gently laid myself on top of Fleur while catching some air, and she wrapped her arms around my back.

“So… despite not getting the expected outcome, was it still okay?” I asked between breaths.

“Ce était incroyable, Ozzy,” Fleur answered.

God, she sounds so sexy speaking Prench.

“Does ‘incroyable’ mean incredible?”

“Incredible, amazing, something along those lines. I haven’t got anything that good from a stallion for quite some time. Though that tease before my second orgasm was uncalled for.”

“You mean like how you flustered me with that bikini thong you wore at the pool earlier, the dirty talks, including that thing you mentioned with your mouth two nights before?”

“… Touché.” We chuckled at our banter of tease battles before we locked lips once more, back to the soft and warm feeling shared in that embrace while we embraced the afterglow. When we parted lips, I pulled myself out of her vulva, our sex concoction leaking and pooling on Fleur’s bed sheet to make a large stain. In the meantime, Fleur used her magic to take off my glasses, set them on the nightstand, and turned out all the lights.

We pulled the blanket over us and snuggled ourselves into a comfortable position, her head resting on my collar (minding the horn of course), her breasts and nipples pressing against me, and one arm on my chest as the other was at her empty side while my own arm wrapped around her shoulder to pull towards me. Our legs interlocked together while I felt her tail swishing over them. Fleur hummed as I reached for one of her ears to rub.

“This feels so nice. I’ve always wanted us to sleep like this,” she commented.

“How long?”

“Mm… I can’t remember when it first came to mind, but I was aware of the idea for a few weeks now. That and walking around the house naked with you still around. Or at least in my underwear.”

“You just love being the center of attention, don’t you?”

“Aren’t I always?”

I chuckled. “I suppose, and you and Shining will always have my attention.”

“Will you be watching me in my photo shoots without shying away from now on?”

“Of course. I love watching you work.”

“Good. I honestly feel more confident doing my job when my special somepony watches me… Strange how I get shy a little when it’s just the two of us.”

“Were you really shy tonight?”

“Mhm.” I felt her finger tracing circles on my chest. “I um… was honestly practicing that routine a little yesterday during your date with Shiny. I wanted the first of our own to be as special as possible.”

“Did you have fun doing that yesterday?”

“I did, but when tonight came up, I was honestly a little nervous, and I didn’t think how arousing it would be until I did it with you.”

“So would you say our first date went well?”

“Very well.” Fleur nuzzled on my collar and sighed. “I love you, Ozzy.”

I gave the top of her head a kiss, petted her mane, and fell back with a sigh as I closed my eyes. “I love you too, Fleur.”

Author's Notes:

*Sigh* Finally got this done. I don't think I'll be making any more chapters this long for quite some time, hopefully ever. I'll stick with 3K-5K thank you very much.

SO! The dates are finally done, and were both a success. The next chapter will focus back on Ozzy's thoughts about his dad's passing and his upcoming trial with Mascara while the girls have an important appointment to attend. How will things go from here? What could happen along the way? You'll have to stay tuned to find out. Until next time,

This is Dudeler, signing off.

EDIT: I've been getting comments that the link to the song doesn't work, so if you're wondering what it is still, here's the link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBOEEOm4ut0&list=PL8cFaF2b783K3KPyc873DjtzbBJlyDqYU&index=9

And if for some reason THAT doesn't work, look up "Lion of Judah" by Prince.