(COMPLETE) Gaining Exposure (Empty Mansions III)

“You’re still going to the show tomorrow, right?”
>You gently bite down onto her ear, eliciting a small twitch and quiet moan from her mouth.
>She’s too weak to resist, the afterglow of a good fuck keeping her sedated on your bed.
>Luckily, you know how to get a reaction.
>A gentle grunt escapes your mouth as you adjust yourself before gently thrusting once more into the mare.
>This time, a much louder moan escapes her mouth, and she arches her back gently.
>You release your grip on her hear.
“Are you going to answer, or do you need a little something to help wake you up?”
>She adjust herself the best she can given your presence between her folds.
>”Darling please… We just finished…”
>Another gentle thrust.
“And? I could go for a third round…”
>In all reality you aren’t in the mood, but you aren’t going to tell her that.
>And fortunately, your bluff goes undetected.
>“Yes, of course I’m going to go…”
>You thrust one last time deep into the mare, before unceremoniously sliding out, allowing the previously blocked off fluid to pour out of her.
“Good, I was worried, I’d have nothing to look at while I was there.
>You smile, and take a whiff of the scent leaching from her coat.
>Perfume.
>Well… /sex/ and perfume.
>You inhale once again, taking a deep whiff of her mane.
>Then leaning away slightly, you take a look down.
>Fluids are still leaking out of her, dripping down onto her coat.
>Fortunately her snow-white fur hides it with relative ease.
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>Some time passes.
>You’re far too drained to move,  and the mare beside you doesn’t seem particularly motivated to get going either.
>…
>Rarity.
>She’s just as good in bed as you imagined she would be.
>A little more challenging than most other mares to actually /get/ into bed, but it has certainly been worth it.
>She starts to get up.
>You don’t make any effort to stop her; you’ve already had your fun.
>Instead you snicker to yourself.
>You remember the first night you brought her home.
>The little virgin filly, wanting to keep her “purity” in the world of fashion.
>Naive doesn’t even /begin/ to describe her.
>But in time she realized sex was a part of any business transaction.
>And a mare like herself certainly had something to offer
>So, a few weeks later she came around and raised her pretty little tail.
>The realization that she simply didn’t have the money to support her business without your help was enough to convince her.
>The prospect of having to return to farmville, and tell her friends and family that she /failed/ was too much for her.
>So the good little mare got her priorities straight, and came back to let you rut.
>You watch as she moves beside the bed, straightening her mane.
>She’s not crying, but you can certainly tell she’s upset.
>These bootycalls /kill/ her inside; you don’t need to be Helpful Advice to see that.
>To have her dignity rutted out of her every few days has certainly changed her attitude a little.
>She’s less chipper than she was before — at least when around you.
>She doesn’t mention her friends or family /nearly/ has much as she did when you first met her.
>No doubt she’d be ashamed if they ever found out about her… visits.
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>She looks down at the floor, lifting her modest day-dress off of the ground, before gently putting it on.
“Is Sweetie Belle coming along tomorrow? I know Sassy mentioned saw her in your boutique yesterday.”
>Her magic falters a little, and she clears her throat.
>“Darling, I-“
>You interrupt her.
“It’s ‘Daddy’ remember? I can’t /stand/ this Darling shit. This is Canterlot, not Farmville.”
>She nods, before speaking once again in a much quieter tone.
>“Daddy… I don’t think Sweetie Belle would… enjoy going to the fashion show. She’s not very much interested in-”
>You shake your hoof.
“That’s nonsense. Every filly loves this stuff. Bring her along, I’m sure she’ll have a good time.”
“Besides, she’s a good looking filly, I’d like to see her.”
>Rarity’s eyes go wide.
>You let out of modest chuckle.
“Relax, I’m only teasing! I’m a sexual deviant, not a filly fondler!”
>She narrows her eyes and pouts.
>“That's… not funny. She’s my sister.”
>You quickly reply.
“And in a few year’s she’ll be on my checklist, but it’s nothing to worry about at the moment.”
>She falls silent deciding not to debate the issue.
>…
>The room is oddly calm.
>You idling watch as she buttons up the bottom of her dress.
>She really is a gorgeous mare.
>Maybe there’s a modern trend? While she’s not /shaped/ like a model in the way Sassy is, she certainly looks better than most mares in Canterlot.
>The subtle yet noticeable rise of her hips — the thickness of her flank.
>If you closed your eyes, you’d almost think she was an earth pony.
>You smile.
>Maybe she’s not close to Canterlot nobility as she likes to think; she is from Farmville after all.
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>Reaching over with your magic, you open up the bed-stand drawer and withdraw a tissue.
>You casually lift her tail, and wipe the trails of semen and juice from her hind legs and thighs.
“You /did/ use the spell right?”
>She flinches at your unprompted touch, but quickly looks forward, and tries her best to continue dressing herself.
>”Pardon?”
>You snort.
“/The spell/ Rarity; don’t play dumb. The last thing I want you strolling back in here with a bastard child in a few months.”
>Her snout scrunches.
>“Of course I did darl-….. daddy.”
>You nod.
“That’s a good girl.”
>…
>She finishes dressing herself and you casually toss the tissue into the nearby waste-bin.
>As she makes her way toward the door you decide it would be a good idea to see her out, lest she go wandering around your home and end up getting lost.
>With all the grace of a drunk donkey you roll out of bed, gently wiping the crust from your eyes.
>She looks over her shoulder.
>“You don’t need to walk me out, I’ll be fine…”
>You shoot her a glare.
>A look of confusion appears on her face.
>Then, a look of shame.
>”I’ll be fine… daddy.”
>You snort.
“For how loudly you were screaming that last night it’s odd how much trouble you’re having saying it right now.
>She doesn’t reply, but steps slowly out of the way so that you can lead her from the bedroom.
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>A few moments later you arrive at your front door, Rarity in tow.
>You reach over to the coat rack, and grab a large black fur overcoat, which would perhaps more accurately be described as a cloak.
“Here, put this on.”
>She looks at you with a sense of mild annoyance, and attempts to reach past you.
>“That’s not the coat I wore here dar-
>She catches herself.
>“Daddy... “
>You meet her magic in mid-air, stopping her.
“I know it’s not; I don’t care.”
>She’s confused.
“It’s cold outside and the coat you wore is too light for the weather; wear this and I’ll have your jacket sent to your home later today.”
>She considers for a moment, before shaking her head.
>“That’s very kind of you, but I really-“
“This isn’t a conversation Rarity, take it. You can keep it.”
>Lifting up you easily place it onto the mare before you.
“Besides, I’m not totally sure I got everything out of your coat, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to make a scene in public.”
>She looks away for a moment before you quickly, yet gently grab her chin.
“Give me a kiss.”
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>You can tell there is struggle going on in her head.
>She doesn’t really want to kiss you.
>Then again, you don’t really care.
>Leaning in, your lips meet and your tongue gently worms it’s way into her mouth.
>Brushing your magic down the length of her neck and forelegs, you can tell she’s gone weak.
>You gently sneak your magic underneath her tail, lifting it /just/ enough to get a reaction from her.
>Her muscles once again regain their strength.
>For a few more moments the kiss lingers, before you pull away.
”Celestia, you’re a fun little mare.”
>Stepping aside, you open the door leading outside.
“I’ll see you tomorrow — maybe we go out to dinner after the show? Me you and Sweetie Belle?”
>She doesn’t answer.
“Then you can drop her off, and we can come back to my place; how does that sound?”
>Nearly out the door she looks back to you.
>You give her the same look parents give their children when they tell them to eat their vegetables.
>She sighs, and looks down.
>“Ok… daddy…”
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>A few hours pass.
>Today is going slower than normal.
>For the amount of businesses you supposedly “own,” you do damn near no work.
>As it turns out, having competent managers is a smart business decision.
>So you spent the majority of your day in your study, sipping overpriced white wine, and reading about the fashion week starting tomorrow.
>The life of a fashion mogul.
>///Exciting///
>Turning the page of a random magazine, you sigh.
>For someone who’s name has become synonymous with this event, you know surprisingly little about it.
>Not that it really matters.
>Fashion is… a surprisingly simple game.
>Those at the top decide what other ponies like.
>You’re at the top, so you get to decide what other ponies like.
>But still, you’d like to at least /feel/ like you’re earning a living.
>All of the other self-made ponies in Canterlot, bankers, CEOs, etcetera actually do work.
>Reading reports, and doing fancy math with big numbers.
>You just have sex, and stare a mares in scandalous outfits all day.
>Once again, the life of a fashion mogul.
>…
>You look down at the pitifully low quality magazine before you.
>Your mind drifts back to Rarity.
>Knowing her, she probably masturbates to the simple /idea/ of having her lineup featured in publications like this.
>You turn to the cover.
>”Cosmomare.”
>You chuckle.
>If she wanted the quick path to success she’d stop worrying about what these dropout fashion students write in tabloids, and start worrying about what lingerie you’d like to see her in.
>After all, the Editor-in-Chief of Cosmomare has a habit of making… enticing offers… for the chance to get the first exclusive peek at your lineup every season.
>You take a sip of your wine.
>But if Rarity wants to be a prude she can keep fighting over leftovers; there are plenty of other mares to take her place.
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>Some more time passes.
>You… should really stop drinking by yourself.
>Especially this early in the morning.
>Even if you’ve only had glass or two, it’s a bad habit, and one that you’re all too familiar with.
>Fortunately, the sound of the front door opening peaks your attention.
>Sassy Saddles must be home from work.
>…
>A few moments pass before your suspicions are confirmed, and your favorite little gum-ball colored mare strolls into the room.
“How was work?”
>The question is casual enough, any sexual tension between you disappeared long ago.
>”Busy, Rarity is still putting the finishing touches on her collection for tomorrow’s show.”
>She walks over toward you, lifting one of the magazines off the table.
“Speaking of Rarity, how was she today?”
>Saddles is much too focused on the magazine to think subtext of the question.
>”She was fine. Nervous, and maybe a little tired, but that’s normal given the show tomorrow.”
>There’s a slight pause.
“I see…”
>You think for a moment before continuing.
“She’ll do fine; I’ve taken a look at her stuff, and it’s one of the better collections on display tomorrow.”
>Saddles nods.
>“I think so too. She even let me design a piece of it myself.”
>Your ears perk up.
“She did? How come I didn’t hear about this until now?”
>Sassy blushes“I wanted it to be a surprise for tomorrow, It’s one of the designs I made before I came to-“
>There’s a knock at the door, interrupting her response.
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>You… aren’t /expecting/ anyone today.
“Sassy, go see who that is, would you?”
>She nods, putting the magazine back onto the table.
>“Of course.”
>With that she quickly disappears from the room.
>You take the moment to contemplate the fact that /Saddles/ designed something for Rarity.
>Knowing Rarity, she probably thought it was a “only fair” to let her assistant have a piece in the show.
>While normally you’d make some remark about how horrendously poor Saddles’ taste is, you remember looking at Rarity’s collection.
>Nothing stood out to you as being something other than Rarity’s work, let alone something designed by Saddles.
>Rarity’s style, while varied, still has a distinct flare to it, and nothing in her shop looked like-
>“Well aren’t you a studious little colt, reading all of those /thick/, scholarly books..."
>Your musing is broken by a familiar voice.
>You look up, and are instantly greeted by a familiar face.
>Fleur-de-Lis.
“It’s the most reading I’ve ever done in my life, I swear.”
>Your joke is met by a delicate little chuckle, as you stand up from your seat.
>Walking toward the snow-white mare, you pull her into a firm hug, and soon a double cheek kiss.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
>”Mhm, The trip back from Prance look longer than I expected, but I knew I had to be back to see your winter collection!”
>As you break from the embarrass, Saddles enters the room again.
>Fleur immediately notices.
>“And just who is /this/ little doll of yours?Don’t tell me you’ve hired an assistant! You’re lazy enough as it is!”
>You chuckle, and direct Fleur toward the other end of the sofa opposite yourself.
“No no, just an employee of mine who…”
>You take a sit beside Fleur.
“Actually, why don’t you introduce yourself Sassy?”
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>The color drains from Saddle’s face ever so slightly.
>”Of-of course Miss Fleur-de-Lis. My name is Sassy Saddles; I’m the head manager at Rarity’s Boutique in Canterlot.”
>Fleur seems to have hardly paid attention to her little introduction, instead pouring a glass of wine for herself.
>“Oh? Rarity’s Boutique? Is that one of your new designers Laundry?”
>You nod.
“Yes it is. I brought her on a little while ago, and she’s done good work. This is going to be her first fashion week here.”
>Fleur replies in her signature teasing tone.
>“Seems like someone has been attempting to cut into my market share while I was away.”
>You smile.
”Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to keep you around when I buy out your stores.”
>...
>It’s been a few months since you’ve seen Fleur.
>An old friend of yours from before you made it big.
>The “you” there is plural; she’s just as, if not even more wealthy than you.
>While you comfortably control the Canterlot Fashion scene, Fleur is your Prench equivalent, and controls a equally impressive fashion catalog.
>The relationship between the two of you has always been surprisingly friendly.
>Most ponies expect the top of the fashion industry to be absolutely cut throat, and for the most part they’re right.
>But past a certain point there’s no true benefit to killing off competition; and you’ve both reached a level of success well beyond that threshold.
>Fashion isn’t like metal forging or ship construction; there is not “objectively” better choice.
>Both of your catalogs suits slightly different taste, and compliment each other more than they compete with one another.
>…
>Of course, that’s not the only reason why you’re so casual with each other.
>Back when you were both new designers you attended this very same Canterlot fashion week.
>As the stars would have it, you both rented from the same hotel in downtown Canterlot.
>The chemistry was almost instant — A few dozen bottles of wine, and two beds later, you were more than comfortable with each other.
>While the distance between Prance and Canterlot made a true relationship impossible, you’ve always enjoyed your time together.
>Unlike /most/ mares in the industry, Fleur managed to walk the fine line between class and classless.
>While she’s certainly no Celestia, she manages manages to keep a “regal” and lady-like demeanor while having a number of partners.
>And you’re perfectly fine with that. Over the years she’s become more of a sister than a potential girlfriend to you.
>…
>Then again, most stallions probably don’t have their sisters biting their ear and screaming their name at four in the morning.
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>“Tell me Sassy, where you ever a model?”
>Fleur’s voice snaps you out of your daydreaming, and you soon realize they’ve been talking to each other this entire time.
>”No Ma’am, I’ve been training myself to be a designer.”
>You look across the room to Saddles, who is clearly star-struck.
>It dawns on you that to Saddles, this is probably akin to meeting Celestia and Luna.
>Fleur-de-Lis is perhaps the only other pony whose reputation in fashion is as big as your own.
>Either one of you could make Saddle’s life change with a simple recommendation, and from her expression, she’s fully aware of that truth.
>“You’ve /never/ modeled? I can’t believe that…”
>Fleur turns toward you.
>“Look at her Laundry, doesn’t she have the perfect shape for it?”
>You shrug.
“She’s never been interested in it. I can’t blame her either, there’s a time limit to being a model after all.”
>Fleur shakes her head.
>“No no no, I /refuse/ to believe she’s never modeled. Stand up for me Sassy, let me get a look at you.”
>Saddles practically springs out of her seat, and takes a few steps forward, standing in front of you and Fleur.
>”Do a spin for me, let me get a look at you.”
>You can see the blush on Sassy’s face getting increasingly red.
>You’re willing to bet she didn’t expect to be looked at by Fleur-de-Lis this morning when she left for work.
>If she did, she probably wouldn’t have eaten that tub of ice cream she left on the kitchen counter last night.
>You decide to play along.
“Why don’t you take off your dress from work? I don’t think it’s very helpful to have so much clothing on when she’s trying to look at you.”
>A /deep/ blush breaks out on Saddle’s face.
>”I…”
>Before she can respond Fleur chips in.
>“I was tempted to ask that myself; it’s hides quite a bit of your physique.”
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>“Oh, ok. Let me go change and I’ll be right-“
>You interrupt her.
“Right here is fine. I’m sure this isn’t going to be the first time Fleur has watched another mare get undressed.”
>Saddles, almost comically, has never quite lost the feeling of taboo of taking off clothing around other ponies.
>It’s humorous really, but still extremely common.
>”Oh… um…. Ok then…”
>Saddles looks down, and slowly unbuttons her dress, before lifting it off of her back, and setting it onto the sofa behind her.
>Fleur immediately comments on her body.
>“My, you really /are/ quite beautiful… I’m sure you could make for an excellent model.”
>You roll your eyes.
“I’ve told her the same thing before, but she isn’t interested.”
>Fleur snaps her teeth.
>”It’s a shame really, most mares would kill for a body like hers…”
>…
>An idea comes to mind.
“Sassy.”
>She looks at you, still flooded with a blush.
>“Yes Mr. Laundry?”
“You mentioned that you designed something for Rarity’s collection right? I would assume you have a copy of the piece here correct?”
>Her eyes go /wide/.
>“I…. Umm….”
>”Oh my yes! If a mare like /this/ passed on being a model, I /certainly/ want to see what she can make!”
>Surprisingly, Saddles tries to dissuade the two of you.
>”Oh no. It’s- it’s not done yet. I still have to stitch a few-”
“You told me it was going to be ready for tomorrow. I’m sure it’s fine Sassy, go and put it on for us. This might be the only time you’ll have Fleur’s attention like this.”
>You see Sassy Saddle’s eyes shoot to Fleur, and simply stare.
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>“Don’t be coy Sassy, I’m sure that whatever you made is impressive; Laundry isn’t known for helping hopeless designers.”
>There’s a frailness in Saddles’ voice as she replies.
>“Ok then… give me a moment…”
>With that, she disappears from the room.
>...
>As soon as Saddles leaves, Fleur turns toward you and takes a sip of her wine.
>”You’re sleeping with her, aren’t you?”
>You smile bashfully at her question.
>Fleur can be… refreshingly blunt — perhaps the only pony who is willing to do that to you.
“Of course. Do you think I’d let her stay here for free?”
>She smiles.
>“She’s /is/ quite a beautiful mare, I wasn’t teasing when I said that.”
>You nod.
“She’s certainly worth the few hundred bits of food I spend on her every month.”
>Your response forces a laugh from the mare beside you.
>”I'm glad to see you haven't changed much; I was worried when I heard you had to start seeing a doctor.”
>You nod.
“Well… you can thank her for that, she’s certainly helps take care of small things around the house for me.”
>Fleur takes a long sip of her wine before leaning toward you — whispering into your ear.
>“There are… certain things I’d like to take care of tonight…”
>You smile
>Classic Fleur.
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>And with impeccable timing Saddles reappears through the door wearing…
>Lingerie.
>Fleur pulls back from your ear and smiles.
>“Well well… someone has certainly been taking notes on Laundry’s style….”
>And briefly glancing over it shows she definitely has.
>It’s certainly…. Attractive.
>In fact, you can feel yourself getting a little bothered already.
>Her tail is wrapped /tight/, and pulled well high and clear, providing an unobstructed view of her goods.
>A tight, yet thin black choker collar, and lacy black leggings accompanying a matching corset which accents her already exceptional curves.
>…
>”You’d have the expert opinion here Mr. Laundry, why don’t you tell us what you think?”
>You shoot a half-hearted glare at Fleur, letting her know you realize what she’s trying to do.
”It’s fairly similar to my 3rd winter collection, although you put a little more emphasis on the tail wrap than I did.”
>You take a sip of your wine, letting Fleur know it’s her turn to talk.
>…
>”Sassy Saddles, you are sleeping with Dirty Laundry, right?”
>You nearly spit your wine out.
>Looking at Saddles, it’s clear she wants to disappear into the floor beneath her hooves.
>”Miss Fleur?”
>She presses on.
>“You’re having sex with him aren’t you? You’re raising your tail for rent, right?”
>She looks down at the ground, absolutely mortified.
>"It's ok Sassy, just say yes, it's not like I couldn't tell..."
>There is the subtlest of nods from Saddles.
>Knowing that a nod isn't going to be good enough for Fleur, you prompt her.
"/Say/ it Saddles, don't play games with her.
>Resigning herself to the inescapable humiliation before her, Saddles finally speaks.
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>"Yes... I'm sleeping with him..."
>"And do your parents know about this little... arrangement of yours?"
>Sassy hesitates for a moment and looks at you, almost begging for mercy with her eyes.
>When it becomes clear you aren't going to step in, she talks.
>"No Miss Fleur, no they don't..."
>Fleur smiles.
>"That's not uncommon; I found myself in a similar situation when I was first starting off my career."
>Saddle's eyebrow lifts in clear confusion.
>You simply smile.
>"It wasn't the /exact/ same of course, but I did what I had to do to earn some favors from ponies above me at the time."
>Fleur takes the moment to pour herself another glass of wine."
>Do you know why some ponies are successful? It's because they're willing to lower themselves for an opportunity. They're willing to play the game."
>"A lot of ponies act like it's beneath them. That they can do it on their own.”
>“Their careers are fittingly… unimportant.”
>She swirls her wine in her glass.
>"Consider yourself fortunate Sassy -- you've already found the stallion who can /actually/ make your career."
>"I've seen dozens of mares practically pay to rut a stallion whose little more than a glorified store clerk..."
>Saddles just looks at Fleur, uncertain of exactly how to answer.
>It's not everyday someone /suggest/ you whore yourself out.
>In fact, almost everyone will tell you the exact opposite.
>"Tell me Sassy, does Laundry rut your boss too? She is his new brand, right?"
>Saddles brushes her hooves awkwardly, and looks down.
>There's almost a hint of tears in her eyes.
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>"I... can't say..."
"Of course I do; she was here just this morning."
>Saddles looks up.
"You know why she looked tired at work today? That wasn't the fashion show honey, that was me."
>Saddles looks at you.
>You can immediately tell, she knew.
"Admittedly she was a little... prudish about the whole thing, but she's a good rut, and that’s all I care about."
>Fleur snorts.
>"That's pathetic Sassy."
>Sassy looks back to Fleur, her ears sagging.
>"You /live/ here don't you? I don't see why Laundry should need to look to any other mare to get him off."
>Saddles opens her mouth to reply, but is once again cut off by Fleur.
>"Look at him right now, he's excited isn't he?"
>Of course, you are.
>Not fully erect mind you, but the wine, Fleur, and one scandalously dressed mare has managed to get you partially unsheathed.
>"Why don't you come and fix that for him; unless you'd rather have Rarity come and take it from you."
>By now it's clear to Sassy that Fleur isn't asking questions, she's giving orders.
>"Of course... why don't we go upstairs Mr. Laundry, and I'll-"
>"You're going to make him walk upstairs just to get off? Come now Sassy, I'm sure you can tell he doesn't want to do that. Get on your knees and take care of him right here."
>Once again Saddles looks at you for a way out, and once again you don't offer her one.
>She lowers her head ever so slightly, before walking toward the sofa, and taking a seat right before you stallionhood.
>For a moment magic encases your dick, but just as quickly it's gone.
>"No, you aren't going to use magic Sassy, stallions like mares who aren't afraid to use their tongue."
>Far to gone to protest, Sassy replies.
"Of course Miss Fleur…"
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>A moment later there are a few kisses along your sheath, and your increasingly exposed tip.
>You notice Sassy's tail twitch slightly.
>”There we go, that wasn’t hard now was it?”
>Fleur looks down at Saddles while still casually sipping her wine.
>You in turn put your own glass down, and simply enjoy the situation before you.
>Moments like these are when you realize just how lucky you are to have Fleur as a friend.
>She is, bar none, the best wing-pony of all time: stallion or mare.
>Almost on queue Fleur casually grasp Saddle’s mane, and guides her head onto your steadily growing length.
>”You’re in a good position here Sassy, enjoy it…”
>Saddle’s eyes are sealed close, and the faintest hint of tears linger on her lashes.
>Fleur turns toward you.
>”Now tell me Laundry, this “Rarity” mare, how often does she put out?”
>You close your eyes, enjoying Saddles’ work.
”Once or twice a week, maybe… hmmm… A little more or less depending on my mood.”
>She smiles.
>”That shouldn’t be hard to beat should it Sassy? You /live/ here.”
>”It shouldn’t take me to realize what Laundry wants. I should have walked in on you giving him some relief…”
>She lifts up the magazine you were reading, and flips through the pages in a showy fashion.
>”Just look at all these mares. He’s been forcing himself to look at them all day and not get anything out of it?”
>”You should offer yourself to him every time you see him;every time he lays down, every time he wakes up… every time he /looks/ at you.”
>Setting the magazine down, Fleur gently pulls Saddle’s off of you, revealing a now fully grown stallionhood, veins pulsing on either side.”
>She chuckles.
>”Yes… that will do…”
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>Looking back to Saddles she continues.
>”Since it’s fairly clear you haven’t been earning your keep, and I’m here now, I’ll be taking care of my little Laundry this week.
>She rubs her hoof across your chest in a protective manner, practically claiming you from Saddles.
>”After that I’ll leave it to you — if Laundry is satisfied with your work, I might even take some time to look at your proposals myself as a favor for taking care of my Dirty Laundry…”
>Saddles slowly stands, wiping a small dribble of drool from her mouth.
>“Yes… Ms. Fleur…. Thank you…”
>Fleur slides herself slightly closer to you, and sets her wine down on the table.
>She gently grasp your length herself, tenderly stroking it so as to keep it ready.
>”Now why don’t you go upstairs and make Laundry’s bed like a good little house filly? Knowing Laundry I doubt he made it when he woke up today…”
>Wanting nothing more than to leave, she nods.
>”Of- of course.”
>”Good, then don’t interrupt us. I didn’t show up this week to be pestered by some side mare like you…”
>With that, Sassy all but runs out of the room.
>….
>It’s now you and Fleur.
>”How was that?”
>She chuckles, leaning ever closer to you.
>”She’s a good filly, all she needed was some positive encouragement…”
>You’re much too focused on your stallion hood to really be interested in this conversation at the moment.”
“Yeah… sure… let’s go upstairs, I want to see how you’ve changed over the last few months…”
>She playfully shakes her head.
>”Tell me Laundry… do you remember why that first Fashion week was so much fun? Why I love spending this time with you?”
>Your mind nearly blank at this point, you shake your head.
>She chuckles.
“I’ll tell you why…”
>She leans close, her lips once again tickling your ear.
>”I was in heat.”