Chapter 25

Château de Fleur Dorée, 2^nd Floor Restroom

Coco sat propped up against the wall, her legs spread out before her in a V-shape. The teal-haired woman’s normally immaculate bob cut had become slightly matted and her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. After letting out a contented sigh, she glanced over at the flesh-colored dildo sitting inside the bathtub and silently thanked whoever had made the decision to keep one stowed in the cupboard just above the sink. The nude fashionista found herself even more grateful for the high degree of privacy that Fancy’s luxurious restroom had afforded her.

The combination of dancing and Sunset’s unusually potent pheromones had proven too much for Coco to handle. At first, she had tried to wipe her privates with a damp cloth, but her heightened sensitivity made it feel much too good to simply stop there. She had begun by fingering herself to try and soothe the burning desire she felt in her loins, but it just wasn’t enough. Such was her need for satisfaction, that it eventually progressed to her fixing the rubber penis to the floor of the tub and riding it cowgirl style until she came several times. The result of which, coated a significant portion of the tub and the entire implement with her essence.

While her partner found great pleasure in it, Coco was extremely self-conscious about her body’s inherent ability to produce such vast quantities of what Rarity called ‘love nectar’. It meant that Coco required very little stimulation to become properly lubricated for most sexual activities and whenever she reached the peak of her orgasm, there was a very noisy, very messy reaction afterwards. Coupled with the fact that it had quite a pungent aroma (as Sunset had unwittingly noticed earlier), Coco went to great lengths to keep her mind clear of naughty thoughts while in public, so as not to provoke any humiliating scenarios that might induce a panic attack.

Even though she was still very much enjoying the afterglow of three consecutive orgasms, Coco crinkled her nose when she took a moment to sniff herself. Much to her dismay, she positively reeked of sweat and sex. Fortunately for Coco, the bathroom was fully stocked with a compliment of: towels, scented soaps, loofah, and a walk-in shower. Perfect for the occasional naked party goer who needed to freshen up!

In the interest of time (she wasn’t entirely sure how much had passed), Coco bathed quickly and made sure to give everything a good scrub. After stepping out of the shower, she relished the feeling of being clean and rubbed a soft, fluffy towel all over her bare skin. Once she was done drying off, Coco glanced over at the “mess” she’d created and bit her lip. She wiped off the dildo as best she could and carefully placed it, along with the soiled towel, into the bathtub. Coco felt a little guilty leaving it there for someone else to clean up, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She really needed to head back to the party.

It was strange. Coco had never felt so liberated in her entire life. As she walked down the hall, there was a noticeable saunter in her step. She wasn’t sure if Sunset’s technique had actually worked or if her body was simply so full of endorphins, that it caused her inhibitions to practically melt away. Whatever the reason, Coco decided she didn’t care. All that mattered was she felt more confident, more comfortable, more relaxed, and dare she say it… sexier!

Sunset stood up to greet her friend and was completely caught off guard when Coco wrapped her in a bone-crushing hug. “Thank you, Sunset!”

“Uh… you’re welcome? Hey, Coco. Do you mind telling me where the hell you’ve been this whole time? You had me worried there for a while. I was beginning to think that something bad might’ve happened to you.”

Coco nuzzled her cheek against Sunset’s breast and marveled at its supple firmness. “Oh, well I was already kind of sweaty… so I decided to take a shower. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Ah, so that’s why you smell like shampoo and soap. Not to be rude, but that was one long-ass shower. Are you sure that’s all you were doing in there?”

Coco blushed and told Sunset the truth, albeit a less raunchy version of what had actually transpired. “I just needed some extra time to clear my mind. Hot water and some privacy helped to—umm—accomplish that. Sorry to make you worry.”

“The important thing is: you’re ok. Now, why don’t you go scamper off and see Rarity. I’m sure she’d like to spend some more time with you tonight. As for me, I’d like to see how well Spike can dance. Who knows? Maybe I can even convince him to do some salsa or something.”

Coco stood on her tippy toes and kissed Sunset on the cheek. “Thanks again, Sunset. For helping me find my confidence.”

“It was my pleasure, Coco. Go enjoy the rest of the party with your girlfriend!”

Rarity sighed as she took another swig from her glass. The vintage was excellent and the champagne was about as tasty as one could expect from Lord Fancy Pants’ personal stock. She was sorely tempted to indulge in several more glasses of the delicious drink, but such behavior was unbecoming of a lady. Regardless of the heightened security presence, Rarity DID NOT wish to be caught with her pants down (in a manner of speaking) and make a fool of herself simply because being drunk made interacting with other guests much more tolerable.

The fashionista finished the rest of her drink and propped her arms against the railing of the balcony. At least the view of the gardens was spectacular. Odd as it may have seemed, Fleur de Lis was actually quite fond of nature. Rarity had been surprised to learn that she’d grown up in a small town just off the coast of southern Prance called Cape d’amitié.

Her parents were neither noble nor rich, but they ran a quaint little seaside resort that catered to anyone who cared to vacation there. What made the place truly unique was the fact that it was entirely clothing optional. Guests could wear however much or little as they saw fit and no one would be the wiser.

This was due, in no small part, to the cultural norms of Prance. Generally speaking, their society was far more relaxed when it came to recreational nudity. Overt displays of the bare human form weren’t seen as inherently sexual or a violation of the law, like it was in Equestria. Acts of public indecency were heavily frowned upon and punishable by the full extent of the law, however.

It was in this capacity that Fleur spent many summers of her childhood, happily frolicking about in the nude and enjoying nature. Whether it was at the beach or in the woods nearby. Ironically enough, it was at that very same beach where Fleur met her future husband. She often joked that he stuck out like a sore thumb because of the formal way he dressed, and because he was one of the few guests who insisted on wearing any clothing in the first place.

As was her daily routine during the summer months, Fleur woke up just before sunrise and took a refreshing dip in the ocean. Being an earlier riser himself, Fancy Pants would wake up around the same time over the course of his two week long vacation. He would first eat a light breakfast with a cup of coffee and then read the latest issue of the Canterlot Journal afterwards. That is, until he happened to notice the breathtakingly beautiful woman who went skinny-dipping every morning.

One fateful day, Fancy decided to forgo his usual morning routine. Instead, he spent most his time trying to summon the courage to talk with the bathing beauty he had witnessed on so many occasions. After slurping down two cups of coffee (he needed some form of liquid courage), he stood in front of the bathroom mirror completely naked and frowned at the man who stared back at him.

Fancy, was by no means, out of shape. He enjoyed fencing, boxing, and weight lifting whenever he had the time and maintained a relatively healthy diet. The swimmer, by comparison, had a lithe, athletic build. Her breasts were small and perky but in no way did they detract from her feminine charm. It was unsurprising that her body looked the way it did, Fancy surmised, considering how often she swam. From what he could tell, she never seemed to put much effort into styling her long, bleached-magenta locks or was overly fond of wearing cosmetics. A true natural beauty, in every sense of the word.

The young businessman noticed that nearly all of the other people he’d seen thus far (including the swimmer) had a rich, golden-bronze tan that seemed to cover their entire body. There wasn’t a single tan line to be found amongst the lot of them! A result, no doubt, of spending so much time in the sun without wearing much in the way of clothing. When compared to the local populace, Fancy felt very self-conscious about his own pale complexion.

Pubic grooming didn’t seem to matter much around these parts. He’d seen all shapes and sizes of it, ranging from totally bare all the way to brazenly bushy. Fancy preferred to let his grow into a noticeable tuft, but not enough to make it an unruly, tangled mess. A quick trimming every once and while usually sufficed. With a slight blush, he remembered that the swimmer liked to keep hers shaped in a sexy little triangle right above her—he quickly banished such lewd thoughts. Fancy didn’t want to have to deal with an embarrassing erection on top of everything else.

Fancy felt an immense amount of trepidation as he walked through the main lobby and towards the exit. Despite wearing nothing but beach towel around his neck, no one seemed to pay him any mind and went about their own routines as usual. Once he arrived at the beach, Fancy was genuinely surprised at how good the sea breeze and the warmth of the rising sun felt against his bare skin. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, relishing the sense of pure, unadulterated freedom that he hadn’t ever experienced before. When Fancy finally opened his eyes, the beauty stood before him with a mischievous smile on her lips.

“You have finally decided to join me this morning, hmm?”

Fancy felt his mouth instantly go dry. “I—err—yes, I thought it was a lovely day for a swim.”

“Oui, so it is. Are you certain that is the only reason you are here, monsieur?”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to getting better acquainted with you, madam. That is… if you wouldn’t mind my company.”

The bronze-skinned woman shook her head. “Of course not, mon ami. You seem like a pleasant enough gentleman. Quite handsome too, if I do say so myself. Care to go for a lap around the cove or perhaps you’d prefer a walk along the beach?”

“I’m amenable to either option, madam. Choose whichever you feel is best.”

The woman crouched on her haunches and gestured towards Fancy’s crotch. “The reason I ask is because of this fellow dangling here. As I am sure you have noticed, my mamelons are quite stiff from swimming in the ocean this morning. It is much cooler at this hour than later in the day, as the sun has not yet had a chance to warm it up. I ask in deference to your pride, monsieur.”

“I beg your pardon! My what?!”

“It seems that I must spell it out for you,” the woman giggled, “Your manhood will surely shrink in the cold water, monsieur. Are you prepared to allow a woman to see you in such a state?”

Fancy’s stomach churned at the thought, but he remained resolute. “If that is what it takes to get to know you, then so be it. I am prepared.”

“Très magnifique! You have chosen the correct answer! Take heart, for you have earned my respect today. Besides, you have nothing to worry about! I assure you that your appareillage is fine just the way it is. Penises come in all shapes and sizes, after all! A little shrinkage from time to time is both normal and expected, non?”

Fancy coughed awkwardly. “Ermm… I suppose it is.”

“Hmm. I think I would much rather take a walk with you this morning. The sun will help dry me off in lieu of a towel. Think of it as… a date. Then we can spend the rest of the day getting to know each other better, if you would have me. How does that sound, monsieur?”

Fancy took her offered hand and grasped it gently. “Yes, I’d like that very much. Before we go any further, might I have your name, madam?”

“Zut alors! How rude of me! My name is Fleur de Lis, but you may call me Fleur. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”

“Fancy Pants. Although, ironically enough, I find myself entirely without them this morning. I hope you’ll forgive my faux pas, Miss Fleur. You know, when in Prance…”

Fleur laughed. “That is quite alright, Fancy. I prefer seeing you without them anyway.”

Rarity always found herself smiling whenever she recalled their story. Fleur & Fancy, despite their social status within Equestrian society, continued to vacation at that very same resort in southern Prance every single summer since they’d first met. It was like a storybook tale of love and romance, except the prince and the princess happened to be avid nudists.

They were one of the few happily married couples in all Canterlot and Rarity greatly admired them for it. She was also very fond of them as both patrons and dear friends. Rarity hoped that she’d be able to catch up with Fleur at some point during the evening. But so far, the Prench woman had remained elusive. She was most likely busy entertaining other guests in some far-off corner of the estate.

Just as she was about to head over to the dance floor to search for Coco, Rarity felt something soft and warm press up against her back. As a pair of hands slowly snaked her around her midriff, Rarity picked up the distinct aroma of shampoo and… the slightest hint of soap. The fashionista smiled when she realized who was embracing her and intertwined her fingers with the pair resting upon her stomach.

“Mmmm. I just about to go looking for you.”

Coco kissed her neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t join you earlier, Rarity. I was afraid that something bad would happen if I got involved. I guess that makes me a coward, huh?”

“You had every right to frightened, my love. Sexual harassment is not a matter to be trifled with! Frankly, I’m glad that Spike handled himself the way he did. I nearly lost my temper with Honey Graham. Had she not… left of her own accord, I would have dragged that bitch out by the scruff of her neck myself! Kicking and screaming, if need be. In any case, the matter is settled now.”

“I suppose it is.”

Rarity turned around and held Coco against her chest, gently running her fingers through her lover’s hair. “You’re here with me now and most importantly, you’re safe. Besides, I’m certain that Sunset did an admirable job protecting you. Mind my asking, but what exactly did the two of you do during your time together?”

“Well, one thing sort of led to another and she convinced me to go dancing with her. Sunset can be a little gruff at times, but she’s a really nice person once you get to know her. I’m happy that I was able to become friends with her tonight. She also taught me an important lesson on how to become more confident and comfortable in my own skin.”

Rarity caressed her cheek. “Tell me, darling. How well do you think it worked?”

With a mischievous grin, Coco slid one of her hands down Rarity’s back, and gave her lover’s firm derrière a good squeeze. Rarity let out a surprised gasp but she made no attempt to stop Coco, nor ask her lover to place her hand elsewhere. Thus emboldened, Coco used her other hand to grasp Rarity’s breast. She gently kneaded it with her fingers, using her thumb to rub Rarity’s nipple every so often.

Encouraged by Rarity’s reaction, Coco took things one step further and used her middle finger to tease the outer rim of Rarity’s rosy-pink pucker. Coco knew it really wasn’t a fair move, considering how sensitive Rarity was to being stimulated there. But it was the best way for her to show Rarity that she was serious about making love to her tonight.

“Coco, my dearest, please refrain from touching me there,” Rarity begged with a slight quaver in her voice, “Other people might see us…”

Instead, Coco pressed her lips against Rarity’s and locked her into a long, sloppy kiss. The couple continued to explore each other’s mouths for what seemed like hours, until Coco finally decided to pull away, a thin trail of saliva dribbling down her chin. Not but a moment later, the heat in her loins came rushing back like a flash fire, making her entire body quiver with barely contained lust.

Coco flashed her lover a predatory grin. “You can’t even begin to image how horny I’ve been. I didn’t want to embarrass Sunset, but her pheromones really did a number on me earlier. In fact, I was so aroused that I had to rush off to bathroom and masturbate just to clear my mind. I had three incredibly messy, mind-numbing orgasms in a row, Rarity. Three! That’s why I smell like soap and shampoo. I—umm—had to take a shower afterwards.”

“Darling, I honestly don’t know what to say. I’ve never seen you act so—”

“Bold?” Coco supplied.

“Mhmm. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. But what exactly do you propose we do?”

Coco giggled and drew a lazy circle across Rarity’s lower back. “That novel you’ve been reading recently, Turtle Shell Lagoon, I believe it was called? Where the cabin boy and the first mate get shipwrecked on a tropical island paradise, naked and alone. I think you’ve been fantasizing about making love as they did, underneath the stars and surrounded by natural beauty. Am I wrong?”

Rarity blushed profusely, knowing full well that she’d imagined just such a scenario. “Well, I—erm—might have given it some thought. You can’t possibly mean…”

“I want to help transform your fantasy into reality tonight. Or… at least as close as I can. We’re already naked, so we’ve got the first part taken care of. As for the second part, how about we sneak off to the gardens and make passionate love to one another? It’s big enough that I don’t think we’ll have too much of a problem finding a nice, secluded spot. What do you say, Rarity?”

Rarity felt her heart flutter in her chest as she looked straight into Coco’s eyes. “Yes, of course we can! To this day, I still find myself wondering what I did to ever deserve the affection of such a wonderful woman. I would trade everything that I own for you without a moment’s hesitation! Because, to me, you are a priceless treasure beyond compare. Words cannot even begin to express how much I love you, Coco Pommel.”

Coco affirmed her love and appreciation for Rarity by giving her one final kiss to the lips. After they were done kissing, she wrapped her arm around Rarity’s waist, and held her tightly as they made their way from the balcony down to the gardens below. As fate would have it, the couple ran into Fleur while she was enjoying a late-night swim in the pool near the entrance to the gardens.

Neither Coco nor Rarity were terribly surprised to find that Fleur had elected to swim in nothing more than her birthday suit. It was her house, after all. She could pretty much dress however she pleased. Especially, given the fact that she was an actual nudist. Not that it bothered either of them. The Prench woman finished her breast stroke and waded over to the edge of the pool where Rarity and Coco were currently sitting together, getting their feet wet.

“Bonsoir, ladies. You are looking in fine form tonight. Have you come to join me in the pool for a dip, perhaps? If so, I assure you that the water is pleasantly warm to the touch. Fancy had a heater installed around a month ago. Since then, I have come down here every day to exercise and relax.”

Rarity waved her hand. “While we appreciate your offer, Coco and I did not come down here to swim, I’m afraid.”

“Non? Then why are you here? Wait! Allow me to guess. You wanted to sneak away from the party and have some fun together, hmm?”

Rarity chuckled awkwardly. “Ah well, you see it’s a funny story…”

“Not to worry, Lady Rarity. I understand,” Fleur assured her with a wink, “Fancy and I have made love in these very gardens many times before. It is part of the reason why I had them commissioned in the first place. Other than my love of nature, of course! There is something indescribably… satisfying about having sex outdoors. I cannot quite put it into words. You two will simply have to try it out for yourselves.”

Coco felt her cheeks heat up but still managed to look Fleur in the eye. “Do we—umm—have your permission then, Miss Fleur? To m-make use of your gardens, that is.”

“Oui. Take as much time as you desire, Miss Pommel. I shall remain here to swim for a bit longer. I have had enough partying for one night and wish to unwind. Oh, and before I forget: if privacy is what you seek, I would suggest the rose garden. Not only does it add ambience but the hedges provide adequate protection from curious eyes.

“Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do about the sound though. You know, it is quite funny. Even after being married to him all this time, Fancy still becomes flustered whenever I moan loudly during our love making. But I cannot help it! The orgasms he gives are simply too pleasurable not to let him know that I am enjoying his efforts! Are you two the same?”

Rarity laughed and kissed Coco’s neck. “We are both, admittedly, noisy in that regard. I suppose everyone else will simply have to deal with it. Thank you again for your hospitality, darling. We shan’t forget what you’ve done for us this evening.”

“It is entirely my pleasure, Lady Rarity. Have fun and make sure to drink plenty of water once you are finished. Bon chance!”

Fleur smiled as she watched the two lovers walk, hand in hand, towards the rose garden. Having done her good deed for the day, she swam over to the other side of the pool and took a big swig from her water bottle. Since it was so warm outside, Fleur decided that she didn’t need to towel off and allowed her skin to dry naturally when she stepped out of the pool. Much to her delight, Fleur found her husband reclining on a blanket nearby, sipping on a bottle of beer. He too had decided to shed his clothing for the remainder of the evening.

“There you are, mon amour! Mind if I join you? Fleur asked as a formality, but snuggled up next to her husband anyway.

“Not at all, dear. Enjoy your swim?”

Fleur nodded and began to play with Fancy’s pubic hair. “Oui, it was quite refreshing. Just so you are aware, we are not the only ones enjoying the gardens tonight. Rarity and Coco wished to make love outdoors. With it being such a lovely evening, I decided to give them my blessing. I hope you do not mind.”

“Celestia knows, that woman deserves some relaxation after what happened earlier. It’s quite alright, dear. I imagine that they’ll enjoy themselves properly. How are you holding up?”

“Much better now that you are here lying beside me,” Fleur replied while she casually stroked her husband’s penis.

Fancy rubbed his wife’s back and allowed her to continue. “Mhmmm. A sentiment which I share wholeheartedly. Would you like to be on top this time around?”

“Non. I want you to take me from behind, in the manner that chiennes prefer.”

Fancy closed his eyes and sighed as he felt Fleur’s warm, soft lips envelop the tip his cock. “Eager to get started, are we? Well, that’s quite alright. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here, underneath the pale moonlight beside my beautiful, amazing wife.”

Instead of giving her husband an answer verbally, Fleur bobbed her head up and down faster, making lewd slurping noises every so often. Fancy moaned softly in response. He wasn’t really in a position to stop her, nor did he wish to. Fleur’s fellatio skills were legendary, and it amazed him every time how she knew exactly how much pressure to exert in order to drive him crazy with pleasure but not enough to make him cum right away.

Given how busy he’d been over the course of the past few days, Fancy hadn’t gotten the chance to relieve himself, nor had he given it too much thought. Therefore, it didn’t take long before he felt a familiar tightening sensation deep within his balls, but before he could warn Fleur of his impending orgasm, she abruptly ceased her ministrations. The sudden contrast between the inside of her mouth and the outside air made Fancy shudder.

Fleur crawled onto her hands and knees and presented her glistening pussy. “There we are! You are nice and hard now. Are you ready to fuck me, mon amour?”

Fancy did what any good husband would do. Without a moment’s hesitation, he mounted his wife and made passionate love to her until they both collapsed into a sweaty, exhausted heap. Drowsy and satisfied, Fleur nestled closer to her husband and rested her head in the crook of Fancy’s arm. After a brief kiss on the lips, they both promptly fell asleep.

The entire evening had been a whirlwind of schmoozing, awkward conversations, and the occasional flirtatious offer to head out to the dancefloor or imbibe yet another alcoholic cocktail. Much to Spike’s dismay, it had occurred with frightening regularity and the offers hadn’t been restricted to just women. Whether or not it was because of his various noble titles (he had several but never quite felt comfortable throwing them around) or if it was simply because his bare flesh was on full display and he was widely regarded as attractive, Spike wasn’t entirely certain. The incident with Honey Graham had put the young Dragon Lord on edge and made him wary of everyone’s intentions, no matter how innocent they may have seemed. Spike tried his best to maintain a positive attitude, but it ended up souring the remainder of his evening anyway.

Spike sat the bar alone, sipping on a mug full of butterscotch ale. It was, by far, his favorite drink. Not too strong, not too sweet, and light enough to swig while you were trying to contemplate the meaning of your life. Spike couldn’t help but crack a smile when he spotted Sunset out of the corner of his eye. For whatever reason, she’d gone off with Coco for a while to dance, amongst things. He couldn’t really blame her. Socializing with strangers (especially rich, snobby ones) wasn’t exactly on her hit parade. She walked over to the bar and stood behind Spike, and gave his shoulders a gentle, encouraging massage.

“Rough night? You look like you could use a friend.”

Spike let out a sigh of relief as he felt Sunset loosen a tight knot in his neck. “Man, that feels great. Thanks, Sunset. Tonight’s been… frustrating to say the least. I thought it would be more fun, but… I just couldn’t relax after what happened with Honey Graham. I’m sorry; I shouldn’t be complaining so much. It’s unbecoming of a Dragon Lord.”

“Hey, it’s totally fine. You have every right to be upset. What that bitch did to you was inexcusable! If I’d have been talking to her instead of Rarity, she would’ve left the party with a swollen face, broken teeth, and a pair of shiners. That’s the least she deserved…”

Spike chuckled, knowing full-well that Sunset meant what she said. “Well, I appreciate the sentiment. I guess I should start calling you my knight in ‘Shimmering Armor’. Except, that probably wouldn’t work out too well considering that you’d never bother to wear any.”

“You got that right, pal. I’m naked as the day I was born and I plan on staying that way for the foreseeable future. If you don’t like, then you can kiss my bare behind.”

With his mood lightened, Spike was feeling a bit mischievous and decided to take Sunset at her word. He hopped off of the bar stool, spun around, and placed a big, wet kiss on Sunset’s left butt cheek. She let out an uncharacteristically girlish squeal and glared daggers at Spike as he laughed at her expense. Despite the darker tone of her skin, a noticeable blush colored her face all the way down to the tips of her breasts.

“Fuck you, Spike! I didn’t mean that literally!” Sunset shouted.

“Bwahaha—I just couldn’t resist! You said if I didn’t like it, I could kiss your ass. Well, seeing as how I love the way you look, I felt it was fair game. Don’t worry; I promise I won’t embarrass you like that again. Dragon Lord’s honor.”

Sunset blushed even harder but for an entirely different reason. “Ermm—I suppose I walked right into that one. Hey, Spike? Is that… really how you feel about me? Do you seriously think that I’m beautiful?”

“Of course, I do. I said it once before in the carriage, didn’t I? What makes you think I wasn’t being serious?”

Sunset was too embarrassed to meet Spike’s gaze, so she stared down at her feet instead. “Well, this is the first time I’ve ever truly felt like a woman. The first time anyone’s… treated me like a woman. GAH! Forget it! You don’t wanna hear me go on about touchy-feely stuff.”

Spike carefully lifted Sunset’s chin, so that he could see her eyes. “If it’s important to you, then I want to hear what you have to say. I’m here for you, Sunset. Don’t ever forget that.”

“I THINK I’M FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU, OK?!!”

“See? Don’t you feel better, now that you’ve had a chance to get that off of your chest?”

Sunset began to cry. “How can you act so casual about all of this? Do you even know how difficult it was for me to admit that?!! Ever since we had that talk back in the cave, I realized how much we had in common, how much we clicked. It’s like we were—I dunno— destined to meet or something! But then I met Ember and saw how much you two loved each other and I just… couldn’t bring myself to ruin such a beautiful relationship.”

“Sunset, listen to me,” Spike requested in a gentle voice, “The relationships that I share with Ember & Delmira are completely unique and, I might add, not mutually exclusive. I love them both equally and in different ways. It’s not some cut-throat competition to determine who will ultimately receive my affection. That’s why we always communicate with each other to ensure that no one ever feels left out or neglected.”

“Wait… so that means you’re open to the idea of potentially including me into the mix?”

Spike nodded and ran his fingers through Sunset’s hair. “Mhmm. But only if you want to. Polyamorous relationships aren’t exactly the norm here in Equestria, so it might take awhile for you to get used to the dynamic. Oh, and I’m pretty sure that Ember likes you a lot too. Maybe not quite in the romantic sense just yet, but who knows? She’s still a bit hesitant to express those kinds of feelings towards other women. I wouldn’t worry about it too much, though.”

Sunset decided to throw all caution to the wind and wrap Spike into a bone-crushing embrace. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to weep openly and freely. She didn’t care who happened to see her in such a vulnerable state, Spike made her feel safe… and loved. It took awhile for her to finally calm down, but when she did, Sunset rested her head against Spike’s chest and breathed in his scent. With a happy sigh, she nuzzled her cheek against his breast.

Spike wrapped his arm around Sunset’s waist and grinned. “Would you care to dance? I might be able to bribe Octavia into playing something slow and romantic. Unless, you’d rather—”

The fiery-haired amazon suddenly grabbed Spike’s cheeks and pulled him into a surprise kiss. She realized, right away, that it wasn’t the most romantic kiss ever and her lips probably tasted like snot and tears, but it was Sunset’s first time kissing a boy she liked. In her book, that counted as something special, regardless of her complete lack of practical experience. Surprisingly enough, she felt Spike return her passion in kind, using his tongue to tease her own in bout of playful wrestling. An electric tingle filled her entire body. Like a spark had gone off and there was no going back to the way things had been before. When she finally pulled away, Sunset felt something hot and stiff rubbing up against her belly.

Spike’s cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment. “Damn it! Not again! I’m really sorry, Sunset. I kind of got caught up in heat of the moment. You know how it is…”

Sunset giggled. “Hey, don’t sweat it. To be honest, I’m a little hot and bothered myself right now too. Umm… since this is partially my fault, would you like me to jerk you off in the bathroom?”

“I-I couldn’t possibly ask you to… do that.”

Sunset cocked her head and shot Spike a confused look. “Why not? The way I figure: your penis is just another part of your body. And it’s not like I haven’t touched it before. What’s the issue?”

Spike nervously twiddled his fingers. “I—uh—didn’t realize that you were so… cavalier about sex stuff. Not that I think you’re a slut or anything like that! Sorry, I’ll just keep my mouth shut before I end up digging myself into a deeper hole…”

“Spike, I’m not upset. The reason I’m willing to do this is because I trust you. I know that you won’t take advantage of me or take things any further if I don’t want to. Believe me, I wouldn’t have even made you the offer in the first place, if I wasn’t prepared to follow through with it.”

Spike shuffled his feet. “Ok. If you’re absolutely sure, then I’d be stupid not to take you up on your offer. I know you don’t have a dick, but trust me, it really sucks walking around with a boner and no way to get rid of it except to… wait until it gets floppy again. It can take a while sometimes.”

“Huh. Like how long are we talking?”

Spike couldn’t believe he was having this conversation with a woman. “It’s not as though I took a stopwatch along with me and timed it for Celestia’s sake! But… if I had to guess, I’d say roughly about an hour or so. Depends on how hard I get.”

Sunset whistled. “Damn. Talk about stamina. Doesn’t surprise me too much though. You know, considering how thick and veiny your penis is. There’s gotta be a hell of a lot a blood getting pumped into that sucker. No doubt about it.”

“Sunset!” Spike pleaded.

“What? It’s true! That’s like human anatomy 101. Geez, what is it with you guys and getting embarrassed over body parts? Coco about had a fit when I started talking about her butthole.”

“Her… butthole? Do I really want to know?”

Sunset crossed her arms underneath her breasts and huffed. “She was bending over to pick something up or whatever and I guess she gave everyone an eye-full of her pooper. Honestly, what did she expect? Comes with the territory when you’re naked.”

“Uh… well, yeah. You have to understand that she’s not used to it like we are.”

“I guess you’re right. Let’s head off to the bathroom while the crowd’s still thin. Unless, you’d like to give everyone an eye-full too.”

Since the party was beginning to wind down, there were far fewer guests milling about the estate. A fortunate happenstance for Sunset and Spike when they finally came upon an unoccupied bathroom. As soon as they crossed the threshold of the doorway, Sunset slammed the door shut and made sure it was locked up tight. She didn’t want anybody accidentally walking in on them.

Sunset searched the cupboards and cabinets for any kind of lubricant, but became frustrated when there was none to be found. There wasn’t even a single, measly bottle of hand cream! She knew a surefire method to both lubricate Spike’s penis and take care of his erection, but it wasn’t something that she’d ever done before. Sunset was terrified that she wouldn’t be any good at it.

After screwing up her courage, he instructed Spike to sit on a lounge chair, spread his legs, and relax as best he could. She then got on her knees and carefully grasped the root of Spike’s manhood in order to keep it in place. Without preamble, she began to lick his shaft like a popsicle, making sure to pay extra attention to his head. She’d remembered reading an article somewhere that the spongy tissue located there was one of the most touch-sensitive parts of the male anatomy. Sunset’s efforts were rewarded when she heard Spike moan softly while a tiny bead of precum formed at the tip.

Satisfied that she was on the right track to making him feel good, Sunset decided to go all in and took as much of Spike’s penis into her mouth as she could comfortably accommodate. She was very careful not to apply too much pressure as she bobbed her head up and down his length. She didn’t want to accidentally hurt him with her teeth. Before long, Sunset was able to find a rhythm to her fellatio, it was born of repletion and the timing of Spike’s breath.

Her confidence soared when she noticed Spike gripping the edges of the chair, his face contorted into an expression of bliss and something else that Sunset couldn’t quite put her finger on. It wasn’t exactly agony, per say. More like… he was desperately trying to hold something back. Whatever it was, Sunset continued to increase her pace and began massaging his balls in between her fingers, kneading them and stretching the skin of his scrotum in the opposite direction to maximize the amount of tactile pleasure he would feel.

Spike sucked in a ragged breath through his teeth and curled his toes. “Sunset…oh gods… how did you… nnnggh… get so good at this? I can’t… I don’t think I… gonna… cum soon.”

Sunset looked Spike straight in the eyes while she continued her ministrations. It was an expression of affectionate encouragement, urging her partner to let go whenever he pleased. That was all the more encouragement Spike needed before clenched his butt cheeks together, thrust his hips forward, and squirted his creamy load straight into Sunset’s mouth. She took all of it happily and swallowed every last drop. All in all, Sunset had it expected it to taste fishy or downright disgusting, but the flavor of Spike’s cum was surprisingly clean, if just a bit salty.

Utterly spent, Spike leaned back in the lounge chair panting for breath. It was, quite possibly, one of the most satisfying orgasms he’d had in a long time. The Dragon Lord was ecstatic about the whole situation because it meant that he and Sunset were very compatible sexually. He reached down to affectionately stroke her hair while she licked his cock clean. She even squeezed his shaft a few times afterwards to ensure that any remaining cum was properly excised. Once she was finished doing that, Sunset gently cupped his balls and gave them a quick kiss.

After emptying his bladder, Spike leaned in and kissed her, taking note that he could still taste a bit of his own flavor on her lips. “Sunset, that was amazing. I can’t even begin to tell you how good that felt.”

“You don’t have to. I could tell by the way you reacted. You’re welcome by the way.”

“Thanks again. Are you sure you don’t want me to return the favor? I’d more than happy to.”

“Well, I hadn’t planned on it but… it would be nice if you could.”

Spike smiled, then helped Sunset to get comfortable on the lounge chair. In contrast to how she’d been acting earlier, the taller woman appeared bashful and hesitant to spread her legs. She clearly hadn’t ever experienced an activity with such a high degree of intimacy before. Spike gently rubbed her thigh to show that she had nothing to be afraid of.

The Dragon Lord began by planting a few kisses along her neck, trailing all the way down to her voluminous, pert breasts. He grasped them both and massaged them with expert tender care, making sure to tease and rub her dark nipples every so often. She moaned softly in response, cooing Spike’s name. He focused his attention on her stomach, and pressed his lips against the surface of each and every one of her scars. The young man knew it was a part of her body that she was intensely self-conscious of, but he wanted to show her that he wasn’t repulsed by them. On the contrary, he thought that they served to enhance her beauty and showcase her strength.

When Spike finally gazed upon her womanhood, it glistened with arousal. As he drew closer to it, the overwhelming scent of cinnamon and feminine musk assaulted his senses. Despite having cum just moments ago, Spike could feel her powerful pheromones affecting him. His penis began to stir with excitement, but only to the point of becoming semi-turgid. He was more concerned about focusing his energy on pleasing the beautiful woman before him.

Spike didn’t waste any time, he dove right in and started licking the salmon pink edges of her folds, relishing the spicy-sweet flavor of Sunset’s essence. It was addictive, reminding him of those little red button candies that Pinkie Pie liked to put on cupcakes. Encouraged by her squeals of pleasure, Spike plunged his tongue into her deeper, swirling it around while sucking on her lips. The Dragon Lord chuckled to himself when he felt her walls try to squeeze around his tongue as though she were trying to milk him.

“Spike… that feels… awesome. Please don’t stop,” Sunset begged.

Spike paused for a moment and retracted his tongue from her depths. He pressed two of his fingers together and slid them in and out of her pussy, in order to mimic the motion of a penis. She was plenty wet, so Spike wasn’t too worried about his fingers causing any painful friction. While he was doing that, Spike took a closer look at her clitoris.

Unsurprisingly, it was quite large and prominent. Understandable given how tall Sunset was. By this point, since Sunset was so aroused, her clit had become puffy and swollen. He carefully peeled back the skin of her hood and teased it with the tip of his tongue. There was an immediate reaction. Sunset clamped her legs around Spike’s head and moaned loudly.

“Nnnggh! Fuck!”

A trickle of sticky wetness coated Spike’s fingers, signaling that Susnet had just experienced a pretty intense orgasm. Not wanting to stop there, Spike grinned laviousily and enveloped her entire clit with his lips, nibbling on it gently to maximize her pleasure. The stimulation drove Sunset crazy, she writhed and twisted in the chair, desperately trying to make sense of what was going on through the haze of pleasure that clouded her mind. The orgasm she had was so intense that her voice caught in her throat and the only sound she was able to make was a strained grunt. The resulting mess coated Spike’s chest and a good portion of the chair cushion in her cum.

Even with her entire body feeling like jelly, Sunset managed to slide off of the chair and wrap Spike in a lazy hug. They laid on the floor for a while, content to hold each other close and bask in the afterglow of their mutual orgasms. After they’d had an opportunity to catch their breaths, the young couple hopped into the shower and cleaned themselves ups.

Although they could wash away the stench of sweat and sex from their bodies, there wasn’t much they could do about the smell in the bathroom. It was a bit embarrassing, but they had to trust Fancy’s staff to take care of it for them. As they were drying off, Spike reached over and gave Sunset’s behind a playful tweak.

“I guess we should head back out to the dance floor before the party ends, huh?”

“Nah, I’m too tired for that shit. How about we snuggle on the balcony and watch the moon instead?” Sunset suggested, while giving Spike’s behind a firm squeeze in return.

“You know what? I like your idea better. Let’s do it.”

And with that, the happy couple walked arm and arm to the balcony. Both intended to enjoy the rest of their evening in peace and solitude. For Sunset, she’d finally found a special someone she could open her heart to without regret or hesitation. For Spike, it was night he’d never forgot, spent with yet another amazing woman who’d managed to become part of his life. They sat together, cuddled side by side, basking in the simple pleasure of each other’s warmth as they watched the full moon and chatted amongst themselves.

Author's Notes:

For those of you who are unaware, I had a piece commissioned for Rarity & Coco. You can find it here.