More exhibition, this time with hyper futa Fleur-de-Lis as a runway model?

“And, ladies and gentlecolts - here’s Madame Fleur-de-Lis, the mare of the season!”

Fleur took a deep breath, put on her biggest smile, and walked past the curtain.

At once, every eye was on her. How could they not be? The dress she was wearing highlighted her every curve, clinging to her flank like dew, concealing everything and hiding nothing. It was of lovely make, to be sure, and the designer would likely wind up with a slew of orders after tonight. But nopony came to Fancy’s shows just for the clothing. They came for Fleur.

No matter what, every piece she modeled had its centerpiece: the fat, throbbing horsecock hanging between her legs. She loved the feel of the cool air on it, loved the way it slapped against her thighs with every step. She’d never accepted a modeling job that would have hid her magnificent member; right next to her lithe, shapely ass, it was her finest attribute. She wanted to show it off to the world.

She could feel their stares on her - or rather, on her package - as she made her way to the end of the runway. Her massive, watermelon-sized balls swayed between her legs with every step. The fabric of the dress fell over her taint like a wisp of air, coming to rest on the musky surface of her ballsack. She could already feel her balls filling up with cum as her shaft reached its full length of two feet.

She had to stifle a giggle. It looked like all the attention she was getting was turning her on. Unsurprising, really - she didn’t doubt that at least one or two stallions in the audience were already masturbating, unsure of whether they had her dick, or had her dick inside of them. Meanwhile, the trio of pegasi Fleur saw out of the corner of her eye seemed not to have had to think at all; each one was masturbating furiously, rubbing at her clit with a hoof that would always be woefully inadequate next to Fleur’s enormous stallionhood.

And then Fleur stood at the end of the runway, her body exposed for all to see. Rather than hiding her, the dress flowed around her, accentuating her every curve. She loved how hard her cock was, how she could feel it pulsing and throbbing with every beat of her heart. Her balls felt twice as heavy as when she’d stepped on stage, and while she hoped she wouldn’t start drooling precum all over the floor, she had to admit that it would have been incredibly arousing to lose control in front of all these ponies.

She crossed her forelegs, adopting a stance that pushed her swaying package as far forward as she could muster. She met the gaze of a stallion in the audience - he was biting his lip, his two hooves all but stapled to the sides of his chair as his drooling stallionhood ruined his good corduroy pants - and winked.

As the stallion’s cock slowly oozed thick ropes of cum through his pants, Fleur lifted her snout, turned around, and - lifting her tail so that the entire crowd could see the fat, full ballsack hanging there - made her way back to the curtain.

The crowd went wild.