She looked at the room around her. Images, memories, all of which told her the name of every important pony around her. Blueblood, a direct blood descendant of Princess Platinum, Princess Cadence, former Cloudsdale nobility, Nightlight and Twilight Velvet, of the house of Stout Heart, and of course Princess Luna herself. She felt the slickness of her dress, the way it clung to her, and she could see the way she was being noticed by several of the stallions and mares here.

She felt a hand touch her own, “Fleur my darling.”

She turned toward the stallion standing next to her, “Fancy Pants, I had feared that you wouldn’t be able to make it tonight.”

The posh unicorn stallion in a fine silk vest and breeches, smiled at the Prench mare, saying, “Like unto yourself, I was invited here. And a chance to mingle with Prince Endymion is not an opportunity I care to miss.”

“Well, yes, of course,” the mare says, “shall we, then?”

The stallion nods and takes one of the mare’s arm into his own. They walk with a refined gait into the scene, greeting ponis they know and introducing themselves to ponies they don’t. The pair are a sight, as the posh stallion’s monocle catches sight of everypony in sight; the mare on his arm is even more eyectching, though, as she is both slim and pert, wearing a gown of almost pure gossamer. Were she any other mare, there would be talk of her being a princess and even so, she dismisses such talk outright.

Eventually the pair make their way to the center of the festivities, where Princess Luna is speaking with Princess Cadence and a young unicorn mare in mages robes. The conversation was rather congenial, for this was much mirth shared amongst the three mares. The pair inched closer and were noticed by the Princess.

“Ah, Fleur, and Fancy, it is a pleasure to see you both,” Luna said as she motioned toward a seat, “Please, join us.”

Twilight looked at the unicorn mare taking a seat, and she swallowed. While Fleur had similar measurements as her own, she knew how to enhance them. The cut of her dress moving down nearly to her navel, giving a wonderful view of her cleavage. She seemed, proper, well mannered, and drop dead gorgeous. For a moment she felt worried, truly worried, that Endymion might want to try to woo her.

Or she did until she looked toward Endymion. Pinkie Pie had left their conversation a bit ago, found him, and currently he was looking not at Fleur, nor at Luna, but instead at her. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes, and she blushed heavily as she felt his gaze travel lower. Memories of him bringing her so much pleasure, of him and Pinkie welcoming her into their herd, and memories of how much he did just to make her realize that he did love her crossed her mind. Doubt suddenly had no place in her mind. Endymion loved her, for whatever reason it might be, for the hows, and why nots, Endymion loved her deeply.

She still looked at Fleur with a mix of awe and jealousy. This mare carried herself in such a way that it was hard to ignore. She walked like she was Sol’s gift to all Equine Kind. Part of Twilight considered what she might look like nude, how that sleek and subtle body would appear with her coat matted down with sweat, her breathing ragged and her eyes weary. She blushed deeper, realizing that her mind was certainly going places she didn’t intend for it to go.

She knew that part of the reason her mind was going where it was had a simple explanation. It was simple, but at the same time it was far from it. Endymion and Pinkie Pie had opened her up, completely opened her up, to feeling and experiencing new experiences. Before when Pinkie had helped her with her heat, it had simply been something that a friend would do for a friend, but last night… Oh Sol, last night she realized how much she appreciated and loved the female form.

She wasn’t a filly fooler, not really, but she certainly understood that she would happily make love to both Endymion and Pinkie. That flew in the face of what she had originally believed she would be like, what she originally thought she was going to do, and how she was going to act. Then again, as her Reproductive Science instructor once informed, equine sexuality wasn’t as black and white as what a pony might see on paper. And while the majority of ponies fit into the binary heterosexual orientation, there was historical evidence showing ponies engaging in filly-fooling, colt-cuddling, and other non-binary relationships. If that were the case here, then maybe, Twilight thought, could Pinkie and I be bisexual? Is that what herd life does a pony?

She wouldn’t be complaining, though. Making love to the stallion she cared deeply for and a mare she considered her best friend was the most wonderful time she could ever have. Twilight wondered why it took last night for her to finally understand this and could come to no viable conclusion. felt that perhaps this was more natural than she had originally been lead to believe. If that was the case then she really needed to point out that Dr. Amble Whinney had been correct in his assessment of there being no standard mold of sexuality, and instead that all ponies, including the princesses, fit onto a sliding scale.

She looked toward Luna, and the once perfect mold she had for her mentor began to crack. According to Dr. Whinney Luna had the potential to like mares as much, if not more, as she did stallions. It meant that her mentor could be a sexual creature, and that just felt wrong. The princesses didn’t have sex. They were immortal, and as far as she knew, virginal, with the possible exception of Cadence. As the Princess of Love, there did exist the possibility that her old foal sitter was very experienced, and not in a remote, by proxy way, to all that love had to offer. And, seeing as there was evidence that she clung very tightly to her brother, that probability of that assumption being right was almost one hundred percent, give or take a few percentage points.

For Endymion, the female form was land of delights he now had private and regular access to. He wasn't one to have a roving eye, though. While he could ascertain that Fluer De Lis was a beautiful mare, she didn’t hold a candle to Pinkie or Twilight. The mare pressed into his side currently was doing an excellent job of reminding him what this party was about. Although, he would be remiss to admit this, there was something about the Prench supermodel and her beau that was- off. He had known Lord Fancy Pants since he was a young colt. Endymion knew well enough that the high noble was kind, gregarious, and affable, but tonight there was something wholly off about him. He couldn't quite place it, but it was there.

It wasn’t exactly how Fancy was carrying himself, but it was more in the little things. Fancy Pants might be a noble, but he always considered himself no better than his own servants. The small things that he was doing, not being sociable to the wait staff, not commenting and praising the young waitress on her choice of mane style, and for wearing her uniform so well. Asking if she was doing something that was keeping herself in shape, asking for tips if she had the time.

Fancy could be, and often was, a shameless flirt, but it was always done in good fun. He never hurt anypony, and he was always respectful. The Fancy Pants present tonight was a whole other animal and not one he was familiar with. That cloy smile hid many things but not the utter mess hidden behind the fashionable couture. Endymion felt it in his bones, one could say, that Fancy was anything but fancy tonight. Although, to broach the subject in the current clime was not advisable. While this was a mostly intimate gathering, there was enough Canterlot gentry that even the slightest disputation could cause an uproar. And with his mother here, there would be little in the line of back up. His accusations would need evidence, too, and Endymion knew that he had little but his personal deductions to work with.

So the crown prince kept his suspicions to himself for the time being. “Better to keep you muzzle closed and look the fool than to open it and remove all doubt.”

He felt Pinkie stiften against him. Her body becoming more rigid, and he looked to see her studying Fancy and Fleur intently. The confused look on her face spoke volumes, and it was a far cry from the normally happy expression she wore.

“Something wrong?”

She nodded, “Yes, I don’t know why, but my Pinkie Sense is telling me that I need to throw a party for Fancy and Fleur, but I threw a party for them the first time I met them when Rarity came to Canterlot and tried to do some business,” she giggled, “It was actually a birthday party for Rarity, but I turned it into let’s meet all of the Canterlot ponies and have fun party.”

She studied them again, “Fleur and Fancy were both there, but it feels like I’ve never thrown a party for them before. That’s not right.”

“I got something similar,” Endymion told his lover, “almost like I don’t know these ponies. I’ve been to Lord Fancy’s place in Steeple Row before and he wasn’t like- this. Can’t say anything though. Not enough proof.”

Both Pinkie and Endymion heard laughter from the table where Twilight sat along with Princess Luna. The Fake Fancy and Fake Fluer were holding court there, with ribald tales that seemed to be a Twilight’s expense. It didn’t take long for the mulberry mage to grow weary of their humor. She rose from her seat, thanking Luna for the party and then making a beeline for Pinkie and Endymion. She wrapped up the two in a firm hug when she made it to them and promptly plopped her plot in an adjacent chair.

“Twily?”

She was looking at the floor. Endymion took a seat beside her, his hand reaching for her own. She took it, holding onto his hand tightly, “Twilight, what’s wrong?”

She looked up, her eyes wet with tears. She glanced once toward Fleur and Fancy. The mare and stallion were still talking with his mother and cousin Cadence. It was obvious that both of them were practicing exceptional manners, and keeping the pleasant face he’d seen reserved for members of the nobility that tended to offend and anger his mother. Thinking that something was wrong was swiftly turning into knowing that something was wrong. He hugged Twilight, and Pinkie Pie jumped in on it.

“Twilight,” Endymion whispered in the mage’s ear, “talk to me. What happened over there?”

“I- I don’t know,” Twilight sniffled, tears welling in her eyes, “I know Lord Fancy Pants by reputation and there was a time as a filly where I might have idolized him a little, but I didn’t think he could be deceptive!”

“Deceptive?” Pinkie asked, then she shared a look with Endymion. The look on his face told Pinkie that something wasn’t stirring the potion right.

“How do you mean, ‘deceptive?’” Endymion inquired, “was he being mean or something?”

“No, but that’s just the thing,” Twilight answered, “as really noble as Lord Fancy Pants is, I’ve never known him to be so- cavalier, about certain things. Herds especially.”

“Cavalier?” Pinkie queries.

“I’m- not really sure how to explain it,” Twilight said, “can we- Can we just go home?”

“Sure, Twi,” Endymion said, then to Pinkie, “can you get her home? I’ll follow suit after I’ve made the necessary excuses.”

Pinkie’s demeanor brightens up and she stands up quickly, saying, “Okie Dokey Loki!”

“Endy,” Twilight begins before her prince kisses her.

“I’ll be right behind you,” Endymion tells her, “Pinkie is getting you back to Ponyville, first.”

“But wait!” Twilight exclaimed, “What are you going to do?”

“Me?” Endymion said, “I’m going to confirm my suspicions.”

Endymion watched as his mares left the room, attracting only a mild interest from some of the nobles in the room. He didn’t mind that all that much. The two nobles he was hoping wouldn’t detect the absence of Twilight and Pinkie were involved in a rather enlightening discussion. He didn’t want his mother or Lord Fancy Pants to know what was wrong, not until he could understand more. Putting a plan of action together briefly, he set himself to work.

‘Everything is a simple matter of will. If you learn nothing else from this class, I expect all of you to learn that. Learn to see the problem, have the willpower to address it, and then approach it in such a way that nopony ever knows you even did anything to fix it.’

Flintheart’s words echoed in his mind as he neared Fancy and Fleur. Address so nopony knows. He looked at Blueblood who was making idle chitchat with one of the noble houses. He knew right off of the bat that if given the chance Blueblood would love to get away from them. Especially since he had recently bedded their eldest daughter before she left left for Prance to study art.

“Blueblood,you have a moment?”

He made sure that he was in earshot of Fancy pants.

“Brother, I have nothing but time, excuse me.”

He walked toward Endymion, already knowing there was something going on rather than normal talk. Endymion didn’t use his full name unless it was something bothering him, or he was trying to be sneaky. They’d played a similar game around auntie Luna before, and it had been quite a bit of fun. The both of them ended up in trouble, but it was well worth it.

“Blue, tell me, do you still have one of the best hoofball collections in all of Equestria?”

Blueblood looked at him, then at Fancy Pants, and the realization began to click. Something was going on with Fancy. He’d noticed little things, nothing major, but when Fancy didn’t stop and make his normal small talk with the wait staff it was enough to make him think that something wasn’t sitting right. He ignored it, figuring that perhaps Fancy was simply having an off night, or perhaps Fleur was currently giving him a magic job. He’d been on a receiving end of one of those before, and it’s hard to be one’s self when an invisible mouth is sucking on one’s cock.

“I do, although I don’t have a Rickety Mantle card. I believe there’s only six left in all of Equus, three here in Equestria,” he looked at Fancy and smiled, “Fancy, tell me, have you decided to part with great treasure of yours yet?”

Fancy Pant’s eyes widened. That was the first blow. Fancy would know, automatically know they were talking about his Rickety Mantle card. He’d often said that it was the most prized possession that he owned, although his greatest treasure was actually Fleur. Fancy would have often said no, covering either one, especially when it was Blueblood that asked.

“I’m dreadfully sorry old boy, I’m afraid I didn’t quite hear the question.”

Another strike. Fancy had excellent hearing. Especially when he went to checking out his businesses.

“Your Rickety Mantle card, it is vintage isn’t it? 932AU right?”

Endymion watched him. Everypony that followed Hoofball knew that Rickety Mantle was hit by a run-a-way carriage in 932. It ended up breaking his hip, messing up his ribs, and putting him out of the game completely. He didn’t have any cards then, all of his cards were 928-931. The Rookie card, the one that Endymion knew Fancy had, was the 928 card.

On it Rickety had what looked like black lipstick on his cheek. Rumor had it that Rickety had gotten a kiss from his mother for luck before he went to pitch. That cocksure ball player had walked up to his mother after she was asked to bring in the new season by giving the first pitch, and he asked for a kiss for luck.

His eyes flashed to his mother wondering if she knew about the card, and possibly if she even remembered Rickety at all.

“No, no dear boy, Rickety was painfully injured in 932. A run-a-way carriage accident I’m afraid. You’ll find no cards from then, but yes, yes my card is vintage, but I’m afraid I can’t be certain on the year. Not that I don’t collect the wonderful things, I do, but rather because I’m sure exactly when my card was issued, and it could be either his rookie year, or the following.”

Partly right, partly wrong. Something was up with Fancy, certainly up with him.

“Fancy, darling,” Fleur purred, “You showed me that silly card of yours before. It’s a rookie card. His 928AU year. I dare say he was quite the strapping Earth Pony. He’d made a perfect way of forgetting one’s blues.”

Endymion looked at Fleur. She was smiling, but it wasn’t the pleasant smile he’s seen before when visiting Fancy. It looked predatory, practically daring him to dig.

“Profiter de la fête?”* (1)

She smiled at his question, not batting an eye and leaned toward him, “A propos autant que vous appréciez être ici sans vos femmes.” * (2)

His eyes widened, “Qu'est-ce que tu racontes?” * (3)

“Seulement que votre petit Twilight Sparkle semblait être très contrarié que je l'ai dit qu'elle était une jument de mœurs légères. Peut-être que je me trompe, peut-être vous êtes celui qui a de telles ... les goûts pervers.”* (4)

He clinched his jaw, and she sipped her wine, “Look at that, I’m afraid that we are out far too late, “ she stood, and kissed his cheek, “Mmm, we should do this again. Perhaps I can convince you to come over to our manor.”

With that Fleur grabbed Fancy’s hand and the two of them began to walk out, “Oh, your highnesses, Ne jouez jamais un joueur.” *(5)

She flicked her tail, showing how impossibly high it was sitting, her movements were graceful, perfect, as if she was walking a runway, and in that moment Endymion understood hate rutting. It wasn’t that he wanted her, but she had dug into him, insulted Twilight, insulted him, and then she left without breaking stride. Her jabs had been perfect, well placed, and perfectly executed.

“Endymion, walk with me,” Blueblood said as he led him out of the room. They were out, down the hall a bit, and Blueblood looked around, “Do you trust her?”

Endymion looked at him, “Who?”

“Stella, do you trust her?”

Endymion nodded, and Blueblood stated, “Good enough.”

The two of them walked toward the Lunar Pegasi’s barracks, and found Stella’s door. Blueblood knocked, there was no answer, and so he opened the door. What greeted them was a sight that Blueblood would remember for all of his life. Penny Farthing, one of Luna’s maids that doubled as a guard, was currently behind Stella who was tied to the bed. A ball gag in her mouth, blindfold on her eyes, and her ears swiveling around. Penny seemed to be wearing crotchless panties and embedded inside of her was one end of a double ended false phallus. The other seemed to be snugly fit up Stella’s tailhole.

Penny turned toward them. Her coppery mane hanging down from its normal bun she wore, her green eyes looking lively, full of mischief, and her tan coat looked soaked with sweat. There was a semi large place where questionable fluids had already leaked out.

“Oh my… Stella, you did you say that you arranged for guests.”

Stella’s body stiffened, and Endymion could see her blush under her coat. Oh, there was going to be, as Stella often said, an arse chewing for this. Endymion watched as Penny undid the ball gag.

“Which miserable coont came in here and decided to screw with me gettin’ laid?! Ah ought ta have your guts for garters!”

“Stella, we need to talk.”

Endymion looked at Blueblood who seemed a bit more composed, although still looking over Penny quite a bit.

“Blueblood? You lousy git, is Endymion with you?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

She huffed, “Boyo, Ah was getting my arse rammed hard, and ya come in here and stir up shit that wasn’t meant ta get stirred up.”

Penny, untied her, grabbed her uniform, but Endymion couldn’t help but look at her. She was built more like Twilight and less like Pinkie Pie. Her frame was slender, but where Twilight had a slender, small frame, Penny had abs that she was obviously proud of. Even though there was a double ended fake phallus between her labia, she looked beautiful.

Endymion looked at Blueblood who was trying to act as if he wasn’t memorizing how the mare look. As Stella got dressed, Endymion realized that Blueblood wasn’t being his normal flirty self. He was, instead, being as respectful as he could while in a room with two mares who were far less dressed than either of them.

Stella looked at them and crossed her arms, “Okay, either of ya miserable gits wants to tell me why ya interrupted a perfectly good buggerin?”

Blueblood didn’t act offended, which again was normal for him when it was just him and Endymion, but around other ponies, well Endymion had seen Blueblood go as far as to make a young unicorn mare run away crying because she happened to bump into him. He knew it was an act, one that Blueblood put on for the rest of the nobility, but why he wasn’t carrying on the act right now was beyond him.

“What do you know of Lord Fancy Pants?”

Stella looked at him for a moment, took a seat, even though she was mainly just in a backless shirt for her wings, and a pair of panties, “Not much. Noble, actually treats most of us with respect, actually flirted with me once. Ah had to tell ‘im that Ah’d likely break his hip”

I nodded, “Yeah, that’s Fancy, something is going on with him. He’s not acting right. It’s not the normal things, but the little things.”

“What ya mean?”

Blueblood cleared his throat, “It was his entrance to the party. He walked by the wait staff without thanking them for being there. He didn’t attempt to talk to any of the waitresses in anything other than the normal cold noble manner that most nobles have, and then there was the hoofball card.”

She raised an eyebrow, “What hoofball card?”

Endymion smiled, “Fancy is a major collector of a few things. Silver Era magical items, paintings done by famed artists, and he is a major collector of early Hoofball cards and memorabilia,” he took a seat near Stella, “He barely knew anything about his most prized hoofball card, a Rickety Mantle rookie card.”

“What ya think is going on?”

He looked at her, and then at the ground, “I don’t know Stella, but I don’t think that the pony I talked to was Fancy.”

Twilight lay with her eyes open beside a naked Pinkie Pie. They had gotten home, and Pinkie did her best to cheer her up. She felt the pink mare cuddled against her, and silently all she wanted was Endymion. She wanted this marriage to already happen, them be married, and not have to worry about dealing with the nobles except when he went to visit Princess Luna, or she went to visit her parents.

She hated that it bothered her so much. She really did. It wasn’t even like she knew Fleur that well, but what the mare had said just seemed wrong. She heard the door creak open, and she looked up, hoping to see Endymion, praying to see Endymion, and instead she saw Spike. The drake walked toward her, and she had to take in how much he had grown since hitting a growth spurt.

“Twilight, you okay?”

She tried to nod, but she felt his claw on her shoulder, “Come downstairs, please?”

She got up, grabbing a robe, and pulled it on. When they got downstairs Spike pulled a seat out for her around the reading table. She took it, and he took one across from her.

“I know that something bad is bothering you,” he gave a small grin, “You’ve raised me since I was a hatchling, you’re my mom, and I’d know if there is something bothering my mom.”

She looked at the table, “It’s nothing Spike, somepony just said something about herd marriages.”

“Do you believe it?”

She looked up at him and shook her head no.

“Do you think less of yourself, of Pinkie, or Endymion because the three of you are getting married together?”

“No!”

He smiled, “Then why do you care if somepony else does. It doesn’t matter, and it’s not like they can really say or do anything to Endymion anyway. I mean he’s Princess Luna’s son. They’d be stupid to try and hurt him. Luna’s like, well the most powerful pony on all of Equus.”

She smiled at him, and realized that Spike had given her some excellent advice, jejeune as it was. It wasn’t up to other ponies to determine how she found happiness. Their opinions on herds, on Pinkie, on herself and most importantly, Endymion, didn’t matter. It was her opinion, and hers alone, about how she felt about things that mattered most and nuck of to anypony who felt differently. She’d been in love with Endymion for years and now that she had him, willingly, she wasn’t going to allow the neigh-saying of some nobles disrupt her joy. They weren’t living her life, she was, and she’d be damned if she allowed such negativity to influence her in anyway.

“Feeling better?” Spike asked.

“Almost,” Twilight replied, and then, “thanks.”

“That’s what a bestest first assistant/little brother/first born son is for,” Spike said, beaming, “Oh, and I got this a minute ago.”

Spike gave Twilight a scroll, sealed with the Royal Marker. It was unopened, and Twilight thought it might be from her mentor. She ripped open the seal, rolled out the scroll and read it’s contents. It’s from Endymion! Twilight realized. As she read, she noted that some of the phrasing of the letter appeared to be in code. Naught but a Level Four mage would have a chance at deciphering the code; Twilight parsed it in seconds. She couldn’t believe what she was reading but it was starting to make a bit of sense.

Her soon-to-be husband and brother-in-law had suspicions about Lord Fancy Pants. Nothing that could be proven with a lot of hard evidence, Even so, his behavior as of late had turned colder than the jocular Fancy Pants of her memory. She hadn’t really known Fluer all that well, but the facade she put on was nothing like a well renowned over model would display, even if she was Prench. The rest if the missive was more mundane stuff, even if she did get a little excited about the prospect of magical kimono imported straight from Neighpon. Twilight thought Pinkie get a kick of the silken fabric Endymion had chosen for her.

“Is that from Endymion?” Spike asked.

“Yes it is,” Twilight squealed, forgetting about the code entirely, “he should be here soon. He caught the last train of the night to Ponyville. And he’s bringing presents!”

“Yes!” Spike exclaimed, pumping his fists, “I hope he brought some sapphire encrusted donuts from Donut Joe’s. I love his donuts!”

Endymion returned later in the hour, fully laden with shopping bags and a rucksack full of precious material. When he arrived at Golden Oak library, a few lights were still on inside. Figuring he’d get a rather boisterous welcome, he opened the door with a free hand and stepped into the library; he lost control of the door when he did so, so the solid oak portal slammed into the frame harshly. This alerted a small form on the couch in the reading nook that Endymion recognized instantly as Spike. Then there came a rushing of hooves: a pair from above in the loft bedroom and a pair that charged from the kitchen.

“ENDY!”

Two pairs of arms and two warm bodies slammed in The Crown Prince and the confusion of flesh that met at the entrance crashed against the wall. Endymion saw a mashup of pink and purple bodies, trying to cuddle and molest him as he tried to remain upright and conscious. The shopping bags and rucksack were left on the floor where they had fallen from him; Spike attended those as Pinkie and Twilight showered Endymion with their love.

The pegasus stallion felt nervous. Everypony he’d spoken to, including Priestess Fluttershy, had said that it was very spiritual, and receiving a revelation about your champion would only make his resolve stronger. But to be honest, he felt more worried. What if Sol thought he was inferior since he was a stallion and not a mare? Still, he followed the time honored tradition, anointing himself with the oils, herbs, and fire ant extract needed for the ceremony.

His dark yellow coat and blue mane looked to be completely on fire as he waded into the pool completely naked. He faced the statue of the Alicorn, his eyes closing.

“Sol, father of all Alicorns, hear my prayer. I seek to serve you, and I seek to do so through a champion. Please, reveal to me the champion, the hero, you would have me follow.”

There was nothing, and he feared that there would be no revelation.

“Flash Sentry, I have heard your request, and I have watched you. Your heart is pure, your intentions are noble. You shall see your hero this night. She will seem to be presenting unto you, and when you see her in this fashion know that she is the one you will serve.”

Leaving he felt confused, but happy. This meant that he would indeed be meeting his champion, his hero, this night. He left and waiting for him was Princess Celestia, “Gentle Flash, as a reserve guard thou hast been tasked with helping to find and round up the Black Cloaks. We would ask that thou do so quickly. Please, go to the Magic Academy, and see if any are there. Begin with this pony.”

He looked at the name, unsure of why it was familiar, but nodded. Celestia watched him leave, and from out of the back a grinning older stallion stepped forward.

“Thou plays a dangerous game Flintheart. Young Flash was meant to find his champion on his own.”

Flintheart coughed and looked at the Princess, “Perhaps, but I am certain that Sol will forgive an old stallion that simply wants to see one of his students happy. Now, I’m afraid that I must leave as well. There is the possibility of war coming, and I must prepare.”

She watched him and shook her head. He was willful, arrogant, and dangerous. He would have made a wonderful champion at one time.

Trixie sighed as she bent over and looked on her bed. There was no reason to be dressed right now. Endymion was gone, out of her reach, and Twilight Sparkle had won. She envied her. Knowing what Endymion felt like, knowing that she had beaten her. The door opened behind her, and she heard a gasp. Her head turned slightly and she saw a Pegasus Stallion, standing there, his wings indicating that he was indeed aroused. Her eyes widened, her horn glowed azure, and she tossed him back before slamming her door.

“Trixie will not be the peep show of anypony! Knock! Knock before you enter Trixie’s room!”

Flash sat against the wall for a moment before a bright smile crossed his lips, “MY CHAMPION!”

Fluttershy sighed as she sat awake. There was so much bothering her, and right now her heat was one of the major things. Her hand was busy, trying to stem the flow of her heat, but when she closed her eyes… Oh Sol, she was seeing Endymion. She couldn’t be seeing Endymion. He was marrying Twilight and Pinkie Pie. His herd should be complete, and besides, she didn’t plan on taking Princess Celestia’s advice and mating with him!

She changed tactics, grabbing a cucumber, licking it, taking it into her mouth for a moment, pretending it was the phallus of a stallion, and then pushing it into her.

“Endymion….”

The word escaped her lips before she could catch it. “No, no Fluttershy, no! He’s my champion, if that is truly Sol’s will, and nothing else… But Oh Sol… Rut me… Rut me hard…”

Author's Notes:

Translated Prench Dialogue:

1.) Enjoying the Party?
2.) About as much as you are enjoying being here without your wives.
3.) What are you talking about?
4.) Only that your little Twilight Sparkle seemed to be quite upset that I indicated that she was a mare of loose morals. Perhaps I'm wrong, perhaps you are the one who has such... perverse tastes.
5.) Never Play a player.