Author's Notes:

You know it’s a heavy clop chapter when I’m putting the author’s notes up front! This chapter is exactly what it says folks, and is very adult for it. If you’re not interested in M-rated ShyWright and plenty of onlooker action, both implied and overt, this chapter can be safely skipped; it’ll be summarized in the chapter following. Otherwise... enjoy all the M-rated fun!

Contains: Man/mare action, including wingplay, oral sex and outright intercourse, with a heaping side of voyeurism, mare/solo and plenty of innuendo!

Music: Private Area ~ Secretive Space

Well Rarity… you certainly know how to pick them! I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself.

As I departed the side room where my still-prospective human paramour slept, I looked down on the library pit with a sense of satisfaction and anticipation, recognizing a party just beginning to hit its stride. Pinkie Pie’s parties never failed to entertain, and her Extra-Super-Duper-Special ones never failed to reach that extra level of intimacy and insanity! It was a terrible shame, I thought, that few remembered what happened at them, but then again, not everyone could deal with the events that often transpired in them as well as me!

Once Pearl, Sweetie Belle and the other foals had been sent to bed, punch and other spirits started flowing more freely, and events began to take a decidedly more adult turn. I didn’t know what was in that punch of Pinkie’s, but I certainly knew well enough what it did! Though they had taken me and other ponies by surprise at first, over time I’d learned to enjoy them, and had come to see these once-or-twice-yearly gala events of Pinkie’s as an opportunity to let my mane down and let go in ways I didn’t even know I could.

The lower floors of the Golden Oaks Library had been ceded to the festivities, and ponies were taking advantage, I noted happily as I trotted downstairs, with a slightly rosy Spike running a poker game at a table in the corner, and several surprising couples cuddling or already making out on the various chaise lounges and sofas. Over by the kitchen, Applejack was apparently getting into a drinking contest with Soarin, first officer of the Wonderbolts, as many other ponies looked on. Given my country friend’s penchant for bedding both stallions and mares she liked—as befit her element, she cared far less about gender than character, as a rule—I had no doubt she would have him before the night was out! Pity, I might have liked a go at him myself, but that was no longer an option. For one of my own inviolate rules of relationships was never poach a friend’s love interest!

Sadly, I was not likely to be together with my own, as Miles Edgeworth seemed done for the night. The drink’s effects on him had been surprising, but made perfect sense if I thought about it—given the serious nature of his job and as buttoned-up as he kept himself, he probably rarely had fun in his life, or even his childhood. For him, ‘letting go’ meant becoming more foal-like, wanting to run around and play like he never had before; I’d watched as he’d taken turns riding on the backs of Cherilee, Lyra and Bon-Bon and then played various games with the Cutie Mark Crusaders, who had at one point convinced him to join them as they tried to earn their cutie marks in dancing to the music of DJ-PON3 and Maya Fey.

Comical though that was, his energy spent, he’d finally crashed hard off his punch-and-sugar high and I’d taken him upstairs to rest, forcing him to drink some water even as he asked for more punch, hoping to mitigate the horrible hangover he was certain have the next morning. Once he had done so to my satisfaction and had quickly fallen asleep, I removed his jacket and loosened his collar and vest, allowing myself one small moment of indulgence as I inspected his bare chest through the open lapels, delighting in the feel of his bare skin against my aura, so different than pony fur. Perhaps at some point I would get the chance to see and feel more of him, but sadly, it would likely not be that night.

I arrived downstairs just as Twilight and Phoenix Wright entered; I couldn’t help but smile to see that Twilight was dragging him along by his tie, the pair giggling as they initially headed for an empty couch. Well, then! That seemed promising. Perhaps I could help matters along, I thought, heading for a center table to get the pair fresh cups of punch.

Given Twilight’s lighter weight and having barely more experience with it than Mister Wright, the drink seemed to affecting her a little quicker, as she was already swaying a bit and starting to get a bit more direct and careless with her speech. To her frustration, her stallion’s attention was pulled from her by the poker game in the corner, so the pair went over in that direction, and shortly he started playing with Spike and the other ponies there. Twilight pouted a bit, but soon took interest in the game herself, playing a few hoofs of her own.

I couldn’t help but giggle as I watched. In truth, Twilight was comically bad at poker—she knew the math behind it, having read many books on the subject, certainly, but the nuances of the game like bluffing and player tells simply escaped her; the last time we played had not gone well for her! Phoenix Wright, on the other hoof, looked just as comfortable at the playing table as he was in the courtroom, and quickly won several hoofs despite the unfamiliar cards; leaving the table with nearly fifty extra bits in his pockets.

It was that moment I chose to come up to the pair, my cheeks rosy and mane slightly messy.

“Hello, Mister Wright,” I greeted him, passing them both another drink in my aura, noting their rosy faces and mellow manners. “And you as well, Twilight. I trust you are keeping your guest… entertained?” I winked at them both, causing the pair to flush despite their own warm cheeks and growing inebriation.

“Not like that, Rarity,” Twilight spoke up, an indignant note in her voice. “Mister Wright’s not that kind of colt!”

“And why not?” I had to know. “Such a fine stallion, and you do nothing to entice or keep him? Why, if you’re not careful, I might just decide to take him for myself!” I warned only half-jokingly, a twinkle in my eye as I levitated the cup to my lips and took another sip of the punch. After six of Pinkie’s parties with it, I had learned well enough my limits with it and how to tolerate its worst effects. It was no fun, after all, to not remember what happened under its influence—to see what myself and even other ponies did. The punch, I had quickly learned, did not change us, but was so wonderfully uninhibiting!

The drink clearly affecting him as well, Phoenix exchanged a glance and wink with Twilight. “Why Miss Rarity… are you flirting with me?” to my delight, he gave me a roguish grin and easygoing reply that I had to expect would never have been made except for the punch in his system. “If you don’t behave, I may have to kiss your hoof again,” he waggled a finger at me, causing Twilight to giggle.

I struggled to keep the grin from my mouth—two could play at that game, darling! “Now, now, Mister Wright, one mustn’t tease a lady!” I told him in mock admonishment as I made a show of turning away from him, but not before I allowed both my friends to catch the growing gleam in my eyes.

“Oh really? And why is that?” our human friend challenged, keeping his grin.

After double-checking to make sure Spike wasn’t around—he’d gone upstairs to powder his dragon nose—the gleam in my eyes turned devilish as I allowed my aura to turned pink—I’ve always prided myself that I can do it on cue!—and very slowly and deliberately flagged my long and curly violet tail, pulling it to the side to display my feminine flower fully a bare two feet in front of him. “Because the lady might tease back!”

“Rarity!” A mortified Twilight gasped as Phoenix Wright could only gape. The other ponies around us erupted in cheers and whinnies, delighting in the human lawyer’s red-cheeked reaction, to say nothing of my display. So nice to know that my beauty and femininity was appreciated by a pony and human stallions alike!

“Why what’s wrong, My darling Feenie? Do you not like what you see?” I emphasized my last word by wrapping his head in the curls of tail and tilting his chin up with its tip, forcing him to gaze upon me as I winked my marehood at him, though I was certainly gratified that it seemed he needed little encouragement to watch! “I fancy myself a fine judge of male character, so I would say that you do!” I nodded down at the quickly-growing bulge in his lap. That seemed to finally break the spell I’d cast over him, causing both him and Twilight to blush as they saw what I was referring to. I took no little delight in watching the human lawyer’s hands hurriedly hiding his sudden display, his actions causing fresh laughter from the crowd.

“Rarity, please!” Twilight begged me, her cheeks hot, though I could tell she was trying hard not to let her own aura go pink as well, and stealing plenty of glances at Phoenix’s lap as well.

“Just showing you how it’s done, my dear!” I told her truthfully, thoroughly enjoying myself as a speechless Phoenix Wright could do nothing but stare. Leave them with nothing but an eyeful and leave them wanting more, then you can lead them by the nose wherever you want! “He’s all yours, Twilight! Now you foals have fun! Ta-ta!” I withdrew as quickly as I arrived, but not before giving Phoenix’s cheek a parting brush with my tail, making it a point to weave my hips sinuously as I departed out the Library front door.

I was gratified to see that the first thing he did after I left was to gulp down another cup of punch.

I had barely made it out the front door before I was surprised to see… “Why hello, Fluttershy! Are you enjoying yourself so far?”

I had to make sure, knowing she usually didn’t do well in large crowds like we had now. Pinkie’s parties seemed to be an exception to that, however, as she seemed to get far more at ease—and even occasionally aggressive!—under the influence of the punch. Case in point, I’d been shocked but pleased to hear her singing from the stage earlier.

It was something she would normally never do in front of a large crowd and at the same time something I wished she would do more of! You could fall in love with her voice alone, and her earlier notoriety as a Photo Finish model meant she was well known and attracted even more interest for it. She’d been signing a slew of autographs for out-of-town ponies earlier and to my admitted envy was attracting more than a little stallion attention.

“Oh! Hi Rarity. Um, yes?” she offered in her usual adorable manner. “Thanks to him. He’s a little scary to look at, but he’s so nice…” she told me with a nod to her left, making me look into darkness behind her, the glowing eyes and shape that suddenly emerged from the shadows causing me to start.

“Oh! Aren’t you…?” I felt my heart flutter, an undeniable thrill passing through me as I recognized him.

“Greetings, Lady Rarity. I am Count Alucard, at your service,” the famed pegasus-revealed-as-thestral racer bowed low, speaking in his richly cultured accent as he flared his bat wings before me. “And I must apologize for the start I gave you when I revealed myself after the trial. Please accept my most sincere apologies,” he requested, taking my hoof in his own. “I have been entertaining your friend, who has told me all about you. You are indeed as beautiful as she said—as beautiful, I daresay, as the moon princess herself!”

My knees went weak as he laid a kiss on my hoof as if I was her! His manners were impeccable and his cultured voice pitched perfectly; his dark colors and bat wings only adding to aristocratic allure, all seemingly designed to push all my buttons as for the first time I found myself contemplating what it would be to be with a bat-pony! “You flatter me, viscount!” I told him, having learned from the papers later that he was actually the master of a thestral enclave and bore a rank of nobility, which only increased his attractiveness in my eyes. “If you are not already spoken for, perhaps we might share a drink…?” I asked hopefully, hoping Miles might forgive my wandering eye. Then again, perhaps it might make him jealous…?

My heart sank when he smiled sadly. “I regret I cannot, Lady Rarity. I must depart the party now for… I guess you could call it my night job. But would you do me the supreme kindness of taking care of Miss Fluttershy?” he nodded at her. “I believe she may be ready to retire.”

“Oh! Of course, darling. But perhaps I might see you again later?” I asked hopefully.

“I would like that,” he told me with a twinkle in his cat-eyes, laying another kiss on my hoof. “Perhaps I will see you in your dreams… Lady Rarity,” he told me almost coyly, giving me a wink before taking flight into the night.

I led Fluttershy back inside, intending to take her upstairs to another side room where she could sleep. One nice thing about the library was there were private reading lounges aplenty, and all were soundproofed for privacy… though that was a good thing for other reasons on a night like this! To my surprise, though, her attention was caught by Twilight and Phoenix, who were sitting off to the side, the latter dazzling Twilight not with his legal ability or wits this time… but with simple tricks of his fingers, turning two stacks of captured bits at the poker game into one with an odd but very clever shuffling motion!

It was something even I would have hard time doing magically! Lyra was right, human hands were something else! But how else could be they used…?

“Oh! Mister Phoenix!” a flushed Fluttershy called to him, breaking into my thoughts. Hearing her soft voice, our human friend looked up, his eyes instantly lighting up.

“Hi Fluttershy!” he said jovially, rose-cheeked himself, his flush deepening when he saw me again. “And Miss Rarity…”

“Why darling, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I grinned. I considered teasing him again but decided against it as Spike had come back downstairs and his poker game was restarting. I knew full well about Spike’s crush on me, of course—how could I not?—but even though he was far too young for me, I still valued him as a friend and had no wish to make him jealous, even if he wouldn’t remember it the next day!

“A ghost? Eep!” Fluttershy dove under table, making Phoenix laugh and Twilight giggle.

“It’s okay, Fluttershy. No ghosts here,” Phoenix promised, reaching down a hand to her. Surprised, she gave him her hoof and he pulled her back up. “As Maya would say, ‘I ain’t afraid o’ no ghosts!’ he said like he was quoting something. “Timberwolves, on the other hand…” he visibly shivered.

Both Fluttershy and Twilight instantly moved closer to him. “I won’t let them hurt you, Mister Phoenix. I understand if you aren’t ready to die yet.”

“Fluttershy, he’s not…” I stopped Twilight with a hoof over her mouth, even as I chuckled and shook my head at that—there was no point in telling her the truth because she’d never remember it the next day!

Thankfully, Phoenix Wright retained enough sense to reach the same conclusion. “Definitely not ready…” he told her. “And thank you so much again for saving me in there.” He raised her hoof to his lips and kissed it, and this time I think he knew full well what the gesture meant!

Even Fluttershy did, her blush getting more pronounced. “Anytime, Mister Phoenix,” he sat down beside him. “I’ve enjoyed having you.”

“Well! That’s very high compliment coming from her, Mister Wright!” I told him truthfully, levitating another glass of punch.

“It’s true, Phoenix. Fluttershy doesn’t generally like unfamiliar places or company. But she’s really taken to you!” Twilight added.

“Well, I’m flattered then!” he told her. “And uh… sorry again for what happened at your cottage afterwards…” his expression went downcast.

“Oh? And what happened there?” I had to know.

“They hugged and Phoenix ran his fingers through Fluttershy’s wings!” Twilight stated matter-of-factly, causing all present to blush hard, myself included.

“Mister Wright!” I admit to a bare moment of anger, before I just as quickly realized…

“It was an accident!” he said almost sorrowfully as he clutched his head in his hands in a punch-exaggerated manner. “I swear I didn’t know…”

“He really didn’t…” Twilight confirmed, throwing back more punch, her gaze going just a bit more glazed for it. “I blame myself, actually. I mean, why would a human new to our world know about that? But I still gave him the third degree for it afterwards.”

Fluttershy being Fluttershy, that seemed to upset her just as much as Phoenix! “Oh! Um… I hope you weren’t too mad at him, Twilight. Mister Phoenix didn’t hurt me. He just… surprised me…” her face retreated behind her bangs and voice went quiet for a moment. And was it my imagination or did her wings twitch?

“Well, getting felt up by an unfamiliar but attractive stallion would surprise anypony, darling!” I grinned, trying to make light of the situation. “And I imagine those... phoenix talons of his felt good, mmm?” I teased gently but gave her a reassuring wink.

Her wings twitched again and the hue of her cheeks deepened. “Well, they didn’t feel… bad…” she finally admitted, looking uncertain.

“Well, it couldn’t have been bad if your wings went erect!” Twilight stated out loud, causing Fluttershy to eep! and look like she wanted to hide again.

“Twilight!” I admonished her. One thing I’d learned about her was, she was a very honest drunk.

“Well, they did!” she insisted. “Made me jealous, too! Why won’t you do that to me, Phoenix?” she asked almost plaintively.

“Well… because you don’t have wings!” Phoenix rejoined, making Twilight pout a bit. “But if you did, I’d feel them up in a heartbeat!”

“Best not tell Cloudkicker that, darling!” I warned him only half-jokingly. I couldn’t help but wonder who she would hook up with that night, given she was arguably the most notorious pegasus for bedding other ponies there was in Ponyville!

“Really?” Twilight went wistful as Fluttershy looked strangely skittish for a moment, like she was trying to get the courage to ask something.

Trust an attorney to notice as well! “Something on your mind there, Fluttershy?” Phoenix asked, giving her hoof a squeeze, causing her to eep! again.

“Come darling, you’re among friends!” I encouraged her as well, giving her another cup of punch—a little liquid courage never hurt anyone! “Whatever you have to say, please share it!”

She took a long sip of it before she spoke. “Well, um...” she fidgeted nervously for a moment. “I just… kind of… well… wanted… to know… if it’s not a bother...” she spoke haltingly for a moment before downing the rest of the punch, making her eyes glaze just a bit more. “Mister Phoenix? Did you… like my wings?” she finally got the question out, cringing despite the punch in her system.

I immediately turned to Phoenix Wright, giving him a warning look. I knew the import of the question well, as did Twilight, but he might not!

“Your wings?” He blinked for a moment, giving me and Twilight a glance, then looked them over more directly at where they were twitching and folded against her side a little more loosely now. Wait. Were they… and was she…?

“Your wings are beautiful, Fluttershy,” he told her, almost reverently, starting to reach for them but then catching himself. “Just like the rest of you.”

I sighed in relief as Twilight blushed and Fluttershy all but preened, at least as much as she was capable of, her wings now separated from her sides by about an inch, the feathers starting to flare ever-so-slightly—she really was getting turned on by this discussion! “Just as we’ve always told you, darling,” I couldn’t help but add, but preparing to intervene if, as I feared, she went fully aroused under his scrutiny. “If you will not believe it when we say you are beautiful, will you believe it from him?” I nodded at our human friend.

“Oh my. You really… like them…?” Fluttershy asked again, perhaps trying to hide her growing arousal by flaring her wings before him in full display.

He looked at them—and her—in utter awe. “I do…” he said, almost gazing upon her like she was the sun goddess herself. “To me, they make you an angel…” he reached for her yellow feathers again, his fingers stretching out for them, then stopping a bare inch away like it was all he could do to restrain himself.

Of all the things he might have said to her, I couldn’t think of anything more touching and beautiful, and Fluttershy went dewy-eyed as well. “An angel?” Twilight blinked, watching the scene with some bemusement, either not recognizing what was happening or not caring, trying to parse his sentence. “Wait. You mean like a financial patron? A very virtuous pony? The old Bittish coin? Or do you mean like an ascended spirit?” she recited all the various definitions of the word. Even drunk, Twilight was still Twilight!

“The last! I mean she’s my guardian angel,” he amended his own statement. “An angel of mercy who saved me in the woods, who saved my case, who saved Rainbow Dash,” he recited. “So brave… so beautiful… so much love for your friends… so what can I call you except angel?” he asked in perfect honesty and utter reverence. “I just wish I could thank you more properly for it…” he told her, picking up her hoof again and holding it both of his own, cupping it in his left while caressing it with his right.

“Oh my…” a now-badly flushed Fluttershy looked more flattered than she’d ever been in her life, staring back at him in awe and amazement… and increasingly, there was something else in her eyes as well; something I’d only seen once before! “That is the nicest thing anypony has ever told me, Mister Phoenix…” she informed him, suddenly stepping forward fractionally, moving the surface of her wings closer as well as her lips near his, her earlier fatigue seemingly forgotten.

As much as I might be curious to see what happened next, I knew better. “Fluttershy?” I called out, uncertain if she knew what she was doing. “Careful darling… and you too, Mister Wright…” I warned them both. Whether or not they remembered the next day, the last thing I wanted to see happen was something neither was ready for, one that might upset things with Twilight as well!

They looked over at me, then blinked and pulled back, both suddenly rubbing their hooves behind their heads, Phoenix Wright moving his other hand to his lap to hide a renewed and growing bulge there. “S-sorry…” both spoke, the pair glancing over at Twilight as if to apologize.

It took a few seconds for Twilight’s mind to catch up with the proceedings, but to my surprise, when she finally did she wasn’t at all unhappy. “Oh! Well… don’t hold back on my account, you two…” she told them, causing the pair to look at her in shock… to say nothing of me! She then giggled at the looks we gave her. “Really, it’s okay. I know you’d never hurt her, Phoenix, and you’re right… we all owe her many times over. I mean, hey, if it wasn’t for you, Fluttershy… there’d be no Rainbow, no Phoenix... and no chance of Phoenix and me! So I think it’s only fair he thanks you first!” she surprised me again by using her aura to give the pair a light tug towards each other. “But wings or no, I’d better get the same treatment later, Phoenix!” she poked him in the chest with her hoof.

“Promise…” he stared at her in awe then kissed her hoof.

“My, such generosity puts mine to shame, darling! But Fluttershy?” I prompted again, not certain what to make of Twilight’s reaction—mares shared stallions, certainly, but she’d never so much as had one before, and for her to cede him so readily to a friend seemed rather... out of character for her. “Is this truly what you want, dear?” I had to make absolutely sure, and if I saw any uncertainty, I was going to cast a sleep spell on her and levitate her upstairs.

She looked at me, then back to Phoenix Wright. “Yes… it is…” she told me, her voice going soft and needy. “He may be a Phoenix, but he’s a very special stallion. He saved Rainbow Dash and saved my friendship with her. So I want to thank him, too. I want to do this, Rarity…” she informed me, and I realized then she well and truly meant it!

Music: Unlikely Union

And who was I, therefore, to stop it? Fluttershy could be naive, certainly, but she understood the idea of sex and rutting well enough, that it was something you only reserved for very special someponies. I’d seen glimpses of her sensuality in the past, at previous parties, and once or twice I might have helped her relieve her infrequent heats. “Then darling… enjoy yourself, and remember that I’m right here if you need me, and you can stop at any time,” I reminded her, withdrawing slightly. “But are you two sure you don’t want someplace more… private?”

The pair looked around at several other pony couples already openly making out (and in some cases even more!) on other couches. “Only if you want to, Fluttershy. Otherwise, what’s the point?” Phoenix asked with a wry grin, loosening his tie.

“Oh! Um… well, if you’re okay with being here, then… so am I,” she told us both, then turned back to him, leaving me marveling at the punch’s effects on her. Not only did it seem to make her far less bashful; it greatly lessened her fears and stage fright!

Still, I thought it best to stay and keep watch on the proceedings, though it would be a lie to say I was doing it completely for her. I truly did want to see what they would do, and besides, perhaps watching a mare mate with a human stallion would give me some hints on how best to entice Miles Edgeworth as well…? “Very well! Have fun, dear! But do be gentle with her, Mister Wright,” I had to remind him.

“I will, I promise...” he told Fluttershy as much as me with an anticipatory air, his eyes drinking in her beautiful equine body—she wasn’t dressed, and yet I swore he was undressing her with them! He was unquestionably nervous and excited—I was starting to peg him as a social drunk—and yet, even inebriated, Phoenix Wright was still such a gentlecolt! It was what I liked most about this punch of Pinkie’s; it was so uninhibiting but didn’t change who we were deep down! “Fluttershy…” he began, standing and bowing deeply before her. “May I…?” he motioned towards her wings, which were now partially erect.

She blushed, but nodded. “You may, Mister Phoenix,” she said the fateful words, punctuating her invitation by stepped towards him, allowing him full access to her. He hesitated but a moment more before reaching for her, and my breath couldn’t help but catch along with Fluttershy’s as he touched her for the first time, barely brushing her sensitive wingtips with his fingers.

The wing in question instantly twitched beneath his fingers, causing him to jerk them back slightly, uncertain what her reaction meant. “Fl-Fluttershy? Are you…?”

“No, it’s f-fine, Mister Phoenix…” she told him quickly, pushing her wing more firmly into his hand, encouraging more from him. “Your claws feel… good…” she added as he began feeling her feathers up in earnest, seemingly marveling at their texture, watching and listening as she made little pleased sounds; from my vantage point I could see some growing wetness beneath her tail as well.

“So pretty… so soft…” he told her in a voice barely above a whisper as he ran his fingers through her sensitive primaries, visibly amazed at her reaction to the simplest of touches and then, getting a bit more daring, he bent down slightly to kiss their tops. She shivered and went weak-kneed for a moment, her breathing quickening as he laid little pecks along the leading edge of her wing; I could see for myself the pleasure it brought her.

And so could many others! The pair were already starting to attract a crowd, and I was surprised when Applejack joined me. “So what’s goin’ on here?” she asked, a swaying and partially-undressed Soarin in tow, then her eyes narrowed as she beheld the scene despite the punch in her own system. “Wait. Is that… is he…? Now wait just an apple-pickin’...!” she immediately moved to separate the pair, but I stopped her.

“Fluttershy said yes,” I told her firmly. “And she meant it.”

“She did?” Applejack looked surprised. “And Twilight…?” she next asked.

Before I could answer, I heard a quill-scratching sound on the other side of me. I looked over to behold… Twilight watching the proceedings and hurriedly taking notes on a piece of parchment. “Twi, what in tarnation are you doin’?” Applejack asked.

“Are you kidding?” Twilight answered excitedly despite her drunkenness and rosy cheeks. “This is the probably the first intimate encounter between a pony and human in history! It must be documented! Recorded for posterity!” she proclaimed eagerly, not letting up her writing efforts. “This will make one hay of a friendship letter to the princess! And just think of everything I could learn about human anatomy and lovemaking! Things I could then use for him myself!”

I and the rest of the audience laughed even as we facehooved. I take it all back, Twilight. This is PERFECTLY in character for you! I chuckled and shook my head.

“Egghead to the end, eh Twilight?” I hadn’t even heard Rainbow Dash enter, looking back to see her and Spitfire, the latter with her uniform on but hood and goggles off. “So what’s going…” the former trailed off and her jaw dropped as she saw Fluttershy with Phoenix Wright! “Hay! You take your hooves off her right this second, Nix!” she flared her wings in anger and I swore I heard a note of jealousy in her voice as she made ready to yank him off her, but was stopped by Applejack holding her back by the tail with her teeth.

“Ah’m surprised too, but she said yes, Rainbow!” she said, yanking our friend back to the ground, Rainbow looking to me for additional confirmation. I gave it with a nod. “And whoa there, looks like she’s really enjoying it too!” even she sounded impressed at what she was watching.

“But… she’s…” Rainbow actually looked crestfallen.

“I’m fine, Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy called out to her, speaking slowly if a bit breathlessly as Phoenix Wright now felt up her wings in earnest, bringing them to full arousal. “Oh… Mister Phoenix... don’t stop… this feels… so... “

“Hey, what’s going on over here...?” my heart clenched as I next heard Spike’s voice, and saw him trying to push through the crowd, wondering what was happened that had pulled ponies away from his poker game. Since Twilight was lost in her observations and didn’t notice, I acted immediately, casting a sleeping spell on him. “Sorry, Spiky-Wikey…” I told him. “But you don’t need to see this. As Twilight would say if she was sober, you’re still a baby dragon…” I gave him a kiss on the forehead before levitating him to an adjacent couch.

“Good catch, Rarity,” Applejack acknowledged.

“But… why are you doing this, Nix?” I had never heard Rainbow Dash sound so forlorn. It would seem she truly did have feelings for Fluttershy!

For his part, Phoenix didn’t even give us a glance, having eyes only for Fluttershy, making me increasingly envious for the attention and sheer worship he was giving her—if this was what human lovemaking was about, I very much wanted to try it for myself! “I’m thanking her for both of us, Rainbow…” he announced in a husky voice, the bulge in his pants now quite evident as he abruptly knelt before her and laid a gentle kiss on her muzzle. “Because she earned it. And because I want to…”

“They both do, darling…” I told my friend gently, recognizing her hurt feelings. “And it is not our place to tell them otherwise.” Spitfire apparently agreed, pulling Rainbow aside to speak with her.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, and a moment later I didn’t care as I watched a momentarily surprised Fluttershy respond to her human lover’s latest gesture, returning his kiss. Their mouths weren’t quite shaped the same, to be sure, but after some experimentation they managed. They eventually figured out the correct angle to share increasingly deep and tender kisses as Phoenix Wright held up Fluttershy’s chin with his first finger, his other hand now trailing down her chest. I couldn’t help but lick my lips to see it, seeing those wonderful fingers of his trail through her fur and trace the outline of her long and beautiful neck.

I was far from the only one as well, I realized, as many spectating ponies were showing visible signs of arousal as they watched the scene. Males looked on with envy as Phoenix Wright got to have the Photo Finish fashion model they’d always fantasized about while even some of the mares were observing with great interest, a few auras turning pink and hooves going between legs. My breath caught and I then looked down to realize… so was my own!

“Enjoying yourself there, Rares?” Applejack smirked as some of the others laughed at me… not that they were ones to talk!

“Well! I can hardly be blamed, watching such a glorious display, darling!” I rejoined, as to my right, Twilight kept writing away, having already filled twelve inches of the scroll with shorthand notes. “Surely you cannot say you are unaffected by all this!” I made a show of materializing a fan and fanning myself with it.

“Well, it’s… right interesting, Ah’ll admit,” she answered. “Have to say, reckon Ah do like all the foreplay and how he’s using those hands of his!” she added to murmurs of agreement from the other mares.

As if he heard, Phoenix Wright then shifted his hands to Fluttershy’s shoulders, still kissing her all the while. I heard several sharp intakes of breath from pegasi spectators as he then worked his hands under her wings, and this time her legs did buckle hard, leaving her leaning heavily on him, her forelimbs moving weakly as he caressed and kneaded her flight muscles, which from her increasingly soft and needy coos was nearly enough to bring her to climax on the spot. “W-whoa! How’d he know about that?” a wide-eyed Soarin asked as both Spitfire and Rainbow returned to the scene, both their eyes going wide as well.

“‘Cause I told him!” Twilight sounded quite pleased as she watched, even as she was trying to maintain a pretense of scientific detachment, now on her sixteenth inch of text.

“Wow. That is kinda hot…” even Rainbow had to admit, her own wings twitching a bit in sympathy.

“It’s like I said… even the smallest scrap of testimony... can be... important!” Phoenix spoke up between renewed kisses of Fluttershy, acting very turned on and gratified by the reaction he was eliciting from his unlikely equine lover. “So you can thank Twilight for this, Fluttershy…”

“Ooooo… th-thank you, Twilight. This feels… so… good…” she said again as he continued to knead her quivering flight muscles and did not resist as Phoenix very gently laid her on her back on top of the plush shag rug. Though we were all momentarily confused at that, Fluttershy included, we understood his intention soon enough. After sitting over and seemingly admiring her in what I could only describe as lazy anticipation, telling her all the while how beautiful and wonderful she was all the while, he began laying a trail of kisses down her body, starting with her gorgeous neck.

I was now watching in as much amazement as the other ponies present. I’d heard that humans mated belly-to-belly as a rule, but now I was getting a vivid demonstration of how well they could do it as he took great pains to work and worship nearly every inch of her beautiful body, eventually reaching the base of her very rigid wings before edging ever-lower on her belly, using his long legs to slide back a little further each time.

Fluttershy raised her head to watch him, only to fall back repeatedly as she was assaulted by even more new sensations with each new nip or caress of her human lover, so I quickly slid a pillow under her head to allow her to do so comfortably. My own aura was bright pink as was nearly every other unicorn watching, but I still did my best not to pleasure myself to what I was seeing. A lady should have some sense of propriety, after all! But under the influence of the punch and multiple auras, I was finding it more and more difficult to abstain! Even as my hoof was restrained, my magic was increasingly not, caressing myself almost of its own accord!

Phoenix Wright was aware of little of it, concerning himself only with pleasuring Fluttershy, and in that he was succeeding quite grandly! Still, he had some more surprises for both her and the rest of us as he reached her lower belly, sucking one teat, then another in turn! That earned a fresh round of startled sounds from the gallery, and at least a mild protest from Fluttershy.

“But Mister Phoenix… I don’t… have… milk…” she reminded him weakly, watching him in amazement but clearly enjoying his efforts, surprised at the unfamiliar sensations they imparted. I understood them better than most—I’d learned enough of human beauty standards to know that breasts were something of an object of attraction for human males, being far more prominent for both their larger size and being located much higher on human female chests—but not that they played such a role in rutting!

Twilight didn’t either, judging by the fact she was feverishly writing out even more notes, in progressively shakier scrawl and I was surprised to feel my own teats tighten and tingle in sympathy as I watched our human stallion pleasure his mare in such an unexpected way!

Unaware of the reactions he was generating, Phoenix Wright came up with the best possible line in answer. “I’m just drinking your milk of kindness, Fluttershy…” he said, not letting up his efforts in the least. “And you have so much to offer…”

“Oh M-Mister Phoenix…” a now-dazed Fluttershy called to him, all but melting under his latest compliment as he spread her legs wide, inspecting her closely, seeing her glistening marehood, which winked at him as he watched. “You can r-rut me if you like…” she can told him, winking her now-dripping marehood at him a second time.

“I could, but…” he stared at her display for a few moments more, seemingly actively considering the question. But then again what was there to even consider? He had a willing mare before him, and the most unlikely and beautiful one of all at that! “I have something far more special in mind for you, Miss Fluttershy...”

Special? We all looked between each other, all thinking the same thing—what more could he possibly do short of rutting her now?

We got the answer all too quickly as he lowered his head towards her, inspecting her at close range. “M-Mister Phoenix…?” she called to him again, uncertain what he was doing, looking down at him with unfocused eyes. And neither was I for a moment! Surely he couldn’t mean to…

At the first touch of his lips to hers, her hips bucked, and it was only then I realized… he did! Jaws fell open and unicorn auras intensified as they watched Phoenix Wright perform an act stallions rarely did, and I heard the parchment scroll Twilight was writing on fall from her now-bright pink aura to the floor. She watched dumbstruck along with the rest of us as her stallion made love to her friend in a nearly-unimaginable way and Fluttershy all but writhe in pleasure as he did so, giving little quiet gasps and moans, her wings rigid and forelegs moving feebly, making pawing motions at the very air.

I openly clopped. I couldn’t help it! Oh, to be in Fluttershy’s place right now, being made love to in such an exquisite manner! To be called an angel and even worshiped as one! To be treated like the sun goddess herself, being reduced to a state of pure pleasure by the efforts of such a superb stallion! Were all humans like this? Was Miles Edgeworth capable of this? Oh, PLEASE let him be! I prayed to the sun and moon goddesses in turn.

As overstimulated as she already was, Fluttershy did not last long under such an erotic assault, and Phoenix Wright was clearly quite practiced in it! “Oh M-Mister Phoenix…” she called to him again through ragged breaths, barely able to breathe; I saw her body tighten up, all her muscles clenching at once. “Th-that’s so… I c-can’t… I’m g-going to…” the rest went unspoken as her back arched and she cried out, her entire body going rigid as she was wracked with orgasmic pleasure we could as much feel as see! Several other mares climaxed along her, I noticed, a byproduct of the punch crossed with one of the most unlikely scenes a pony could possibly imagine. I must admit, I was among them—no point in claiming otherwise given my horn’s eruption gave me away!—and Twilight was too, coming even harder than I did to judge by the fact she collapsed to the ground beside me!

When all had recovered, ponies stomped and clopped their hooves together appreciatively, cheering the pair, several stallions congratulating him and a few other mares offering themselves to him on the spot. Despite her own climax, Twilight seemingly didn’t care, pulling herself up and showering the pair with questions as soon as she was able...

But the show wasn’t over yet!

It took Fluttershy the better part of a minute to recover her senses, and when her eyes finally opened again, they sought out and quickly found Phoenix Wright… “Mister Phoenix…?” she called to him, an odd tone in her voice. She waited until he had focused his attention back to her...

“Yes, Miss Fluttershy? Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked with the air of a male who was certain his mare very much had.

And then she pounced him, knocking him on his back and giving him a deep kiss! “That... was… wonderful!” she told him, showering kisses on him, her wings, which had only barely relaxed, going erect again. “Are all Phoenixes like you?” she asked him, still flushed and breathless… and looking very much ready for more!

Phoenix Wright was as surprised as we were, but answered. “I just wanted to let you know how grateful I was… and how much I liked you!” he told her in some wonder, reaching up for the base of her wings again.

She stiffened and took a ragged breath again at that, but this time, she took the lead. “Then it’s only fair, Mister Phoenix…” she began, her eyes holding a gleam I’d never seen from them before, “that I let you know how much I like you!”

With that, she gave him one last deep kiss that took his breath away, then went to work undressing him, yanking his tie out with her mouth and then releasing his shirt buttons with her teeth, nosing inside his lapels and exposing progressively more of his chest and belly, not caring the least she had an audience. We all watched in amazement as she worked—whether due to the punch or the treatment she’d just been given, this was not the Fluttershy we knew!

“Whoa! You ever seen her like this, Rares?” Applejack asked. “She’s a whole different pony!”

“Just… once…” I admitted distractedly, my attention badly split. “Two parties ago…”

“Oh yeah? And who was the lucky stallion?”

“Yeah, who?” Rainbow demanded to know, looking badly forlorn again as she watched her friend all but assault Phoenix Wright.

I gave my friend a level look, deciding I’d tell her as it would soften the blow and given there was little chance she’d remember the next day. “That would be you, darling!” I told Rainbow Dash with a sideways grin, delighting as I saw her eyes go wide and her wings went instantly erect, joining most of the other pegasi present! “You two put on quite a show for us, from what I recall. It started when Twilight asked you both to demonstrate proper pegasus preening techniques ‘and its role in friendship’. You only too happily obliged!”

“Ha!” Applejack laughed as Captain Spitfire suddenly gave a blushing Rainbow a very appraising look. “Sounds like her!”

“I did…? But where’s my notes for that?” Twilight suddenly asked, her reactivating aura picking up the parchment and resuming her writing as Fluttershy neared her human stallion’s waist.

The answer was back in my study where the event had occurred, but I wasn’t about to say that! And in any event, my eyes were now fixed on Phoenix’s Wright’s human malehood, which Fluttershy was trying increasingly frantically to free! It took her a minute to figure out the unfamiliar fasteners, but she finally did so, all but ripping opening his fly and yanking his slacks and undergarment halfway down to his knees, to reveal...

“Oh my…” she said again as it all burst free, quickly surging to full erection in front of her face, studying it up close as I heard Twilight’s writing pick up pace again.

“Human phallus is 7.42 inches long… 5.03 inches of girth… erect at 40 degree upward angle with a slight upward curve and tapered shaft… no visible sheath or medial ridge… and a slight flare to the head…” Twilight recited to herself of she hurriedly wrote, and a glance at her parchment showed she was now drawing a diagram!

“Like what you see…?” Phoenix Wright asked his equine lover, his organ twitching in front of her nose, a thin bead of fluid already collecting at the top.

“Oh Mister Phoenix… it’s perfect!” she told him, and I was hard-pressed to disagree—I had no idea what normal human dimensions were, and to be sure it was at least slightly smaller than an average pony stallionhood, but its overall shape and tapered head meant it would all fit—that he could drive it to the hilt, and I found myself actively fantasizing what it would be like to have it inside me!

“Oh really? And perfect for what, Miss Fluttershy?” he asked her almost rhetorically, propping his head up slightly so he could watch. So just I’d done for Fluttershy, I shifted the pillow under his head.

Her eye gleam turned outright devilish. “For this, Mister Phoenix!” And without any further hesitation, she took his organ in her mouth, causing gasps from not just Phoenix Wright, but the entire assembled crowd.

“Whoa nellie! She’s really…” Applejack voiced the thought that everypony else was—mares almost never performed such an act on males; oral sex was something normally reserved between mares or colt-cuddlers!

“She is… indeed…” I concurred in a weak voice, feeling faint and suddenly finding myself wanting to clop again… and shortly doing so, this time employing my own aura for the task!

“Holy…” Soarin said, his eyes fixed on the act, his own stallionhood now bulging hard at the front of his uniform. Meanwhile, most other stallions were now in full display as well, and the mares were eyeing them hungrily.

“Hayseeds…” Thunderlane finished for him, speaking up for the first time.

Phoenix Wright, however, couldn’t seem to keep his eyes open, arching his back and groaning as she worked, his neck tendons standing out in very sharp relief. There was a thin sheen of sweat covering his chest and face now, and his breathing was increasingly ragged as Fluttershy worked him with her muzzle and tongue. I couldn’t imagine she’d ever done such a thing before—even I never had!—but she might as well have been doing it her whole life for as well as she took to her task!

“Fluttershy…” her human stallion called out; we could all tell how close he was and were mentally encouraging him along. “So good… n-not gonna last… get ready...” he warned her, perhaps worried that she might not like it if he came in her muzzle!

And then abruptly, she stopped, causing us all to give disappointed noises in sympathy with Phoenix Wright. “Oh! Not yet, Mister Phoenix,” she told him in an-almost admonishing tone, releasing him quickly, a thin string of saliva and other fluid connecting her muzzle to his still twitching and almost-purple head. “You must wait!” she told him, her voice all but ordering him!

“Not… yet…?” he asked in disappointment and disbelief, his hand involuntarily snaking down to finish himself just as my hoof had automatically gone to my marehood earlier.

“Not yet,” she repeated, gently but insistently pushing his hand away with a hoof.

“But why?” he asked, his voice almost forlorn as Rainbow’s had earlier been.

She gave him a grin I could only describe as predatory. “For… this!” she announced as she suddenly turned around and presented her flank to him, moving to straddle him over his waist!

“Wow!” Twilight said as she noted the unfamiliar mating pose, magically clutching at her notes again after having discarded them a second time a minute earlier. “I don’t remember that in the Pony Sutra!”

We all looked at her. “You read the Pony Sutra, egghead?” a still-stunned Rainbow asked her, and she blushed hard.

“Well, maybe for… scientific purposes!” she replied a bit nervously, her aura now split between writing—very sloppily—and working her own marehood.

“Riiiighhtttt…” Rainbow rolled her eyes, then turned them back to the pair, where Fluttershy had partially lowered herself on top of her human lover, and was now rubbing his stallionhood along the length of her opening. Phoenix Wright watched wide-eyed as she did so, and was unable to resist reaching for her flanks, kneading them hard right over her cutie marks, trying to pull her back against him.

She wriggled them in pleasure but otherwise didn’t immediately let him right away, just savoring the moment and the feel of his smooth shaft against her marehood, to say nothing of effect she was having on him, the anticipation apparently killing Phoenix Wright as badly as it was the rest of us! “Fluttershy… please…” he all but begged her, desperate for release. “N-no more teasing… I… I need you…” he told her through gritted teeth.

She looked back at him and smiled. “Then you can have me, Mister Phoenix,” she told him, and with that, she sat up slightly trying to angle herself correctly for the act, and with increasingly urgent help from her human stallion, she finally found the right one, and he quickly sank inside her.

“Ah!” the pair called out as one, and Mister Wright’s hips immediately began bucking hard, trying to drive himself deeper into her as the crowd cheered and Thunderlane reared up to pinwheel, showing off his own large stallionhood in the process. He immediately took the nearest mare—a surprised but very inebriated and unresisting Berry Punch, who looked anything but displeased—while it looked like all Soarin could do to keep himself from jumping Applejack, glancing at her repeatedly.

My own self-pleasuring sped up as I sensed the pair’s climax approaching, and it was just half a minute later before it was reached, as spectacular and wonderful as the rest of their lovemaking had been! Fluttershy’s wings flared almost painfully stiff as Phoenix Wright arched his back and bucked his hips so strongly he lifted her off the ground, his hands cupped on her quivering flight muscles as she cried out along with him. Many other ponies, myself included, reached climax as well from the sight as they held the pose for nearly half minute before she collapsed back against him, Fluttershy craning her neck slightly to kiss him, just able to reach him despite the difference in size and torso lengths.

“Thank you, Mister Phoenix…” she told him, her voice still dazed.

“Thank you, Miss Fluttershy…” he told her back, and with that the pair simply fell asleep, curled up against each other.

It was another minute before I regained my own senses fully. Just as I’d climaxed myself a second time, so had Twilight, and she had just fallen asleep by her scroll, curled up beside it.

Once my magic was back, I levitated her to the couch and pulled up a blanket over the two lovers on the rug, who were now fast asleep, and given the punch and what they’d just been through it was unlikely they’d wake up before late morning! It was truly a pity, I thought, that they wouldn’t remember, but perhaps it would be the best for all concerned—I had no idea how either would take it upon waking, nor Twilight in the morning. So… I resolved to get up early so I could clean up and rearrange the scene later that night. And as for these notes…?

I couldn’t help but laugh a bit as I read through them—they were just so adorably Twilight! She’d gone through nearly three feet of scroll parchment in the course of the events, but I couldn’t leave them with her. That would be irrefutable evidence of what happened, Your Honor! I thought with a glance at Phoenix Wright, rolling up the scroll and sending it with a flare of my horn back to my study at the boutique. Perhaps one day I could use it to reveal these events but for now… it was simply best for all concerned that they be lost to the night and Pinkie’s super-special party punch!

“Okay folks… show’s over!” Spitfire waved us all away, speaking with the air of a military commander used to giving orders despite her own warm cheeks. “Let’s give them all some space, okay? And the rest of you, get a room!” she said, and recognizing that it was all done, the ponies obeyed, though several couples then headed upstairs. The ones that didn’t were still discussing the scene in excited tones; more than a few mares speaking hopefully about trying what they had witnessed! “Not you, Lieutenant!” she called sternly after Soarin, who looked like he was trying to slip away without attracting further notice. “Get over here.”

He swallowed, but obeyed, knowing how he looked. “Uh, ma’am… this isn’t what it looks like…” the disheveled Wonderbolts officer offered weakly, his cheeks rosy, his mane a mess and the front of his uniform open to reveal his light blue barrel.

“Really,” the fiery Wonderbolt stated as she looked her subordinate over, arching an eyeridge that would have done Applejack proud as my country friend was herself looking on in some curiosity. “Looks to me like you’re drunk and disorderly, and out of uniform as well!”

“Uh, ma’am, I...” he started to stammer.

“And just what am I going to do with you for it?” She began circling him like a shark, her wings flared menacingly. “Conduct unbecoming… drinking on duty… fraternizing with an earth pony…” she recited his sins, giving Applejack a wink Soarin couldn’t see. “And now I hear that you got into a drinking contest?”

He gulped. “Ma’am… y-yes ma’am!”

She held her glare a moment longer. “And what, dare I ask, were the terms of this contest?”

“Oh, that’s easy!” Berry Punch piped up, looking very happy after being serviced by Thunderlane. “If he lost, he had to, and I quote, ‘be ridden by this cowpony like an untamed bronco’!” She even affected Applejack’s accent as she spoke.

“And Ah reckon he did lose ’cause he didn’t finish that last glass!” Applejack herself piled on, nodding over at the table where a half-full mug of apple ale still sat.

Soarin’s cheeks went deathly pale as his captain’s eyes narrowed. “Ten-HUT!” Spitfire’s voice snapped him to attention, and he stood rigidly… or as best he could with all the punch and cider in his system. “Now you listen and you listen well, Lieutenant Soarin. We Wonderbolts are ponies of our word, and we always leave our fans satisfied! And to that end…” she couldn’t keep the smile from breaking out on her face any longer. “As you lost your bet, you will take this mare upstairs, and you will rut her like there’s no tomorrow! You will take that earth pony plot of hers as often as she wants, however she wants, and if she comes back and tells me she is not satisfied with your efforts, you will undergo remedial training with me!” she informed him, the snap of her words like the crack of a whip, even causing me to blush! “Is that bucking clear?”

He gaped at her. “MA’AM! YES MA’AM!” he shouted at the top of his lungs.

With that, she dropped out of her Captain’s persona. “He’s all yours, Miss Applejack,” she said almost sweetly. “Try not to break him, though. We have a show coming and he has duties to his commander as well.”

“Ma’am! Yes ma’am!” she grinned and sketched her a mock salute, having thoroughly enjoyed the scene. “Well, you heard her! Orders from your superior! So let’s go, Lieutenant!” She hopped on the stairs. “But in case you need a little more encouragement…” she flagged her tail and winked her marehood at him. “And by the way, we’re gonna try some of that stuff we jus’ saw!”

His eyes went wide. “C-coming ma’am…” he said in a weak voice, his arousal already evident by the bulge in his uniform as Rainbow Dash burst out laughing.

The Wonderbolt Captain then turned to glare at her! “And as for you, Rainbow Dash…” she next started stalking around her, causing my cocky friend to instantly stop laughing and stand at attention as well, or at least a facsimile thereof. “You are coming with me!”

“I… what?” Rainbow asked, uncertain of what Spitfire’s abrupt change in attitude meant. “Why?”

The barest hint of a grin broke the Captain’s lips again. “Because I’m not going to wait for you to win the Equestrian 500 to give you a private lesson! Because you need to learn proper discipline, because you need a lot of training before you’re ready to work under me”—I swore then her statement was a deliberate innuendo as she let it hang in the air for a moment—“and because your future captain is a raging fillyfooler like you!” she punctuated her statement by kissing the other mare deeply, causing Rainbow’s eyes to go wide and more cheers to erupt around the room. “So let’s go, recruit!” she ordered, making a show of unzipping her uniform, showing her fiery chest and neck, making the other mare’s wings twitch hard. “It’s lesson time!”

A red-cheeked and slack-jawed Rainbow Dash looked like she was about to faint, but obeyed. “Ma’am… yes ma’am…” she said weakly, swaying badly as she followed her future captain upstairs. You’ve bitten off more than you can chew this time, Rainbow Dash! I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as I soon followed, heading upstairs to rejoin Miles Edgeworth, where I decided I would sleep at his side. It would seem I would be the only one other than Twilight to not get lucky that night, but no matter. The wonderful show I had witnessed and would be alone able to remember, after all, was certainly lucky enough!