Author's Notes:

Written by Fusion Fool the Third, dood.

Glancing back at her watch, Twilight was impatiently tapping her hoof on the table nervously. “Where is she? In ten minutes, she’ll be late. She’s never late!”

Even for a Princess, it took Twilight a week to get a reservation at le Grand Art Cuisine in Canterlot, a restaurant that treats every plate of food like a masterpiece. Looking at what the other guests have ordered, they were not lying. Twilight was seated in a booth near the front of the restaurant, clearly a ploy to promote it using a Princess’ presence. a white table cloth covered the table and draped so low that it would have been impossible to see if anypony was underneath without lifting it.

She fixed her red bow tie for the tenth time of the night, using her magic to press and adjust her tuxedo for the sixth. Her lover has yet to be seen.

While it was true that they were dating for two years, but Twilight wanted this year to be special. She glanced back to a small box she hide next to her and let out a sigh. “I hope she comes soon,” she uttered as she turned back to the front of the restaurant.

A minute passed and Twilight felt an odd tugging beneath her, her face beginning to glow red. Her mouth shutting quickly to suppress a moan when a foreign tongue traced her sheath. When she turned to see who was teasing her arousing dick, her rear half was pulled under the table, all attempts to lift the cloth with her magic was thwarted with a cerulean glow.

Twilight’s pupils became pinpricks, her wings sprung erect across the booth seat when she felt a warm cavern engulf her hardening shaft, feeling her balls lightly tap somepony’s chin. She let out a squeak upon feeling her new guest’s hoof rub her pussy beneath her testicles.

“Is everything alright, Your Highness?” Twilight’s waitress asked, giving the purple princess a concerned look.

“Y-Yes… Everything’s FINE! A- A bottle of your B-BE- best champagne, two… glasses… (ah) and two waters, please…” Twilight stuttered, failing to give the mare a reassuring look.

With a worried glance, the waitress nodded as she quickly jotted down Twilight's order with her magic and left to acquire it. Once she was gone, Twilight’s hooves rocketed to her mouth to muffle a drawn out moan, her hidden friend becoming more eager to make the purple mare cum. Twilight could almost feel the mare’s head slamming against her fur, the hoof rubbing the moist purple lips become quicker and more determined, rolling the heavy purple sack as she continued.

Twilight’s eyes were wide and her cheeks bulged as she pouted, sweat slowly trailing down her head. She didn’t want to cum in front of twenty and more nobles, the idea of it made she wish she could unsee the possible headlines: ‘Princess Blows Princess under restaurant table’, ‘Twilight Sparkle Creams in le Grand Art Cuisine’, and the worst case scenario ‘Restaurant Tables, the new Glory Hole? Ask Princess Twilight!’.

Unfortunately, the mare under the table was only getting started. Twilight felt her cock become cold, the wet mouth leaving her. The slight reprieve from embarrassment was cut short as a pair of flanks slammed into her, she cock disappearing into the mare’s pussy. The force was enough to knock the air out of Twilight. And her pace continued to exhaust the purple alicorn, despite her not doing anything.

“Your… order? Your Highness?” The Waitress exclaimed, now confused by Twilight’s sweating visage.

“Th-Thank… you,” Twilight said with a lopsided smile. The Waitress placed the champagne, the glasses and cups of water down. One cup was taken by the same cerulean shine as it disappeared under the table cloth. The mare wasn’t missing a bit as she forced her rear into Twilight’s crotch recklessly, the glass returning to it’s spot empty. “We.. could have saved this… for later.”

Her hidden lover didn’t seem to care as she picked up her pace, her pussy massaging and binding the purple shaft intensely. Twilight felt as if she was mating with the sun with how hot the mare’s pussy was, she glanced to the side to see no pony watching, too engrossed with their meals or conversation. She placed snaked her hooves under the table cloth, rubbing her mate’s flanks as her magic encompass the rear before her, helping the mare slam her ass into Twilight’s crotch.

Twilight didn’t take into account the loud scream of pleasure that filled the restaurant, all eyes turning to Twilight as her face turned red. “The champagne… is REALLY good,” she lied, her bottle remained unopened, she gave the crowd her best smile.

Fortunately for herself and the restaurant, the nobles began ordering the same champagne Twilight had and turned their attention away from her.

Twilight turned her head to check if anypony was watching her and let out a sigh of satisfaction as a band began to play in the middle of the room. The elegant orchestral music beginning to overtake the weak slapping of flesh against flesh.

A tingle coursed through her body as she felt herself coming close, she could feel her balls churning it’s load and seizing up in anticipation of what’s to come. With booth hooves threatening to break the table, Twilight bit her lower lip hard as the mare worked the purple alicorn to her orgasm.

“Ah… Oh…” Twilight whimpered, her dick throbbing as it’s tip flared inside the mare, spending her seed recklessly and violently. The marehood that was constricting her tightneing it’s grip and became slicker as her lover slammed herself to the hilt with every bound. The music and the tablecloth muffling the sound of cum hitting the wooden floor.

One spurt began two, and quickly a third came, filling the unknown mare’s passage and womb to the brim with seed. It was only after the sixth burst did the purple shaft’s output began to dwindle and spit out a far weaker seventh and eighth load. Twilight laid back, exhausted, downing her glass of water instantly as she felt movement beneath her, the hot pussy releasing her dick and letting it make it’s slow return to it’s sheath.

A red and yellow mane poked up from behind the cloth, turning to see the teasing face Twilight’s life partner, Sunset Shimmer, take her place across from Twilight, licking her lips and fixing her wings. “Surprised?”

Twilight was too busy catching her breath to answer, even as Sunset poured them both a glass of champagne and took a sip. “Pretty good, Twilight. But why champagne?”

Twilight weakly pulled herself back into her proper seating, glancing back down to the small box. “In… due time, Sunny. There is still more to this night after all.”