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[RP] Birthday Special

By LurkerTurnedNewbie
Created: 6th May 2021 09:17:25 AM
Modified: 6th May 2021 09:42:42 AM
fleur-de-lis OC captain valiant stuffed stuffing force feeding belly belch vomiting nsfw

  1. Valiant played by his owner.
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  5. Fleur hummed quietly to herself as she sped through the streets of Canterlot, looking every bit the sophisticated and wealthy socialite she was renowned to be. Celestia's evening sun glinted off of the sleek contours of her silver Mareserati, the luxurious vehicle awash in the orange, pink, and gold of another brilliant sunset. Her mane streamed behind her as the convertible rounded a corner only slightly faster than what was recommended, her designer sunglasses completing the cool, confident look she so easily radiated. She flicked her mane idly as she was stopped at the light, fingers drumming impatiently on the wheel as her mind worked overtime trying to fantasize how exactly tonight would work out.
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  7. Which truthfully was an utterly worthless exercise in futility, seeing as how her current partner was as spontaneous as he was good-looking. Her body lurched as she accelerated rapidly up to speed, huffing irritably as she had to take care not to lean forward too much, lest her prodigious chest set off the car's horn! Even with the seat slid as far back as possible, her dynamite curvature was only barely accommodated. Her recent relationship had her, unsurprisingly, packing on quite a few extra pounds from quite a few over-extravagant meals. If things kept up at their current pace, she might not even be able to drive this vehicle for much longer!
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  9. But that mattered little to her. She could always upsize whenever she wanted anyways, so why worry about it? It was with such thoughts and a confident smirk on her face that she coasted up to the gates of Canterlot palace itself...
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  11. Valiant was just ending his shift at the castle. It may have been his birthday but he still had his duties, although the nature of the day meant he had done little more than shove his duties onto underlings and look good doing it. Celestia and Luna, both enticed by him in different ways, had teased him throughout the day. Life as a stallion with his good looks was a good life, and being sexually liberated enough to flirt without making it weird made things fun.
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  13. His relationship with Fleur had, however, meant that tonight instead of ending the night with a loose princess he would go look her up. To his surprise, when the tall strapping stallion came to the gates, dressed in only a t-shirt and a fatigue jacket and shorts, he was met with... Fleur.
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  15. Driving a car worth a year's pay, no less, and he stuck his head in over the passenger door. "Miss Dis Lee," he spoke, his tone the mock-professionalism she had gotten used to for when he wanted to sound official. "I'm afraid you can't park here."
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  17. Not knowing what she was up to, he matched eyes with her and expressed a curious desire, with a semi-tilted brow.
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  19. A faint grin found its way onto her lips before she replied in her typical smooth, dulcet voice. "Hmmm, then it's a good thing I'm not parking, isn't it? I am only waiting on my date for tonight, he works at the castle you know." A mischievous glint flared to life in her eyes, now visible as she had lowered her sunglasses just enough to peer over them at him. "Perhaps you've seen him recently? Tall, well-built, impeccably handsome, struts about like he owns the place...you can't have missed him really," she continued, her facade of amused aloofness staying firmly in place as she awaited his reply.
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  21. Valiant, for a scant flickering moment, revealed how sometimes his brain could get ahead of itself. Case in point, he thought Fleur was being literal and cheating on him. There was a fire in his eyes, one that said 'I'll kill the bastard.'
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  23. But it quickly faded when his more rational senses caught on to the joke, and his lips peeled into a grin. "I think I've seen him- but what would a stallion like that want with a washed out, overweight, model who's only good for her tits?" he taunted, and soon leapt over the door and planted himself firmly beside her- and then kissed Fleur on the cheek.
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  25. "This is a nice surprise, what are you planning, beautiful?"
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  27. "Who, mwah?" she cooed in reply as the car smoothly pulled away from the castle. "I'm afraid this is as far as my 'master plan' goes...but I think I have a good idea of what the night has yet to offer." A smug smile made itself visible as she glanced over at him. "So, where to, stud? Anywhere you like, anywhere at all. My treat~" she purred sensually.
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  29. Valiant sat back in his seat, and his eyes played over Fleur's body. As always, his gaze had a heaviness to it, an overtness- he was never shy when he saw something he liked, and Fleur had plenty he liked.
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  31. "Somewhere you've been, but I haven't. Something new, show me something I haven't seen before...."
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  33. She chuckled softly at that. "Well if you insist. Allow me to open your eyes a bit to what we of the Canterlot elite like to refer to as *haute société*." Within moments she had turned onto the main Canterlot highway, the cool evening air whipping past them as she ducked, dived, and weaved skillfully in and out of traffic, at total ease behind the wheel. Their conversation paused for a while, brought to a halt by the volume of the rushing air as they sped along, but it was only a short while before Fleur turned off the highway, an incredibly spacious, gaudy, and well-lit building steadily approaching as they neared their destination.
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  35. By the time they arrived, it had become evidently clear just how absolutely massive of a place this was...as well it should be, considering that it's the biggest and spendiest casino in all of Canterlot! Fleur eased into the VIP circle as she enjoyed the brief look of surprise that flashed across his face, a valet colt hurrying forward as she stepped out of the car. Doing so revealed her choice of attire for the evening, a knee-high flowing dress, a glimmering golden affair that absolutely shimmered in the lighting. It hung low on her chest, exposing a truly boggling amount of cleavage before tapering off to the rest of her body, though even with the extreme curvature of her bust her recently-acquired potbelly was just barely starting to make itself known.
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  37. Valiant was quite impressed with Fleur's skills at the wheel. He knew better than most that below Fleur's alluring beauty and social elite face, the public image of big tits and to some degree a "washed up bimbo" was in actuality one of the smartest mares he'd ever met. To note that she apparently had the hand-eye coordination of a Wonderbolt was a new, but charming, element to things. What a mare, he thought simply- what other surprises did she have?
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  39. Valiant found himself... rather out of place. He hadn't expected nor prepared to go out, and was wearing as he had left- a t-shirt and a fatigue jacket. Even so, the confidence he radiated when he came to Fleur's side and put a hand around her lower back was enough that it hardly mattered, and he clutched her closely against him.
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  41. "I like where your head's at, Fleur- have you been here before?" he questioned, and led her right into the VIP entrance, halting once in the lobby.
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  43. "Naturally~" she purred in response, tossing her keys to the bellhop with a wink before allowing her hunk of a date to whisk her away. "Welcome to Celestia's Palace, the ritziest locale in town, a place where only the most important of important ponies can afford to go...but you just let me worry about that part, birthday boy," she said with an amused hum. Looking about in the spacious main hall revealed that, indeed, the interior was vaguely modeled after the actual Canterlot Palace, similar enough to feel familiar but distinct enough to remember the difference. "So what would you like to partake of first? Drinks? Games? A show? The 5-star restaurant? The choice is yours~"
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  45. "You're all the show I need, Fleur," Valiant returned, quick on the draw as far as that compliment went.
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  47. Valiant could easily tell the difference himself. The most basic way to explain it was two-faced. Firstly, it was about as defensible as a daycare. Secondly, it was clearly more modern and built within the last century. Even so, the style was pleasantly similar. Almost cozy.
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  49. Valiant kissed her again. "You surprise me every time we meet- I didn't even think I had told you," he spoke, and gave her a thankful pinch on the butt. "Drinks, it's been a long goddamn day and I don't want to get wasted... but it'd be nice to get something down. Lead me, sugartits, and you're paying."
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  51. "Right this way," she said with a giggle, amused by Valiant's antics as per usual. Moving through the enormous interior of the building like she had lived here all her life, the duo went up the stairs, through the ballroom, skirted the edge of several game rooms packed to the brim with food, drink, smoke, coin, and boisterous ponies, around several corners and down several hallways before finally arriving at their destination. Before them was a smaller but classy-looking bar that was noticeably less crowded than the several others they had already passed. If it was even possible for any part of this establishment to be labeled as 'hole-in-the-wall', this was probably it.
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  53. "Here we are," Fleur cooed as she strode confidently over before taking a seat on what appeared to be the most comfortable barstool of all time. "The Palace's best kept secret~" Her eyes sparkled with mirth as she watched and waited, her gaze beckoning eagerly for him to come and join her.
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  55. The seat creaked. It could certainly support her weight, but it creaked- and for Valiant too. They certainly made an interesting match, with the overweight mare contrasted with the taller and well-built stallion. It was a good question as to who was actually heavier.
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  57. Valiant ordered confidently enough: "Two shots of scotch to loosen up, and something nice for the lady," he spoke, and despite his ill-fitting attire getting the barkeeps attention for a minute they were soon served, and Valiant took his shot before wrapping an arm around Fleur.
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  59. "How well can you handle your drink, beautiful?" Valiant asked, as his fingers gently pushed into her middle, "I was thinkin' we could give you a nice slosh before we find something fun to do."
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  61. Fleur smirked at that, leaning in to him as if to whisper her response, before taking advantage of the distraction to snap up his remaining shot of whiskey and quaffing it down in a single go. Licking her lips, she turned to address the bartender as he was arriving with 'her' drink, a simple cosmoponitan. Of course it was, she thought, struggling not to roll her eyes. But she kept her composure as she addressed him curtly: "a pitcher of your finest brew, and make it quick if you want more of our business."
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  63. Her irritation at the stallion's uninspired choice bled into her words a bit more than she intended, but it sure as hell got the point across. With nothing more than a short bow, he hurried off to fulfill her order, more than used to putting up with such attitudes by now. Raising her second glass as she turned back to face Valiant, she scowled at it for a moment before sighing. "Typical," she muttered, before knocking back her second drink of the evening, the empty glass swiftly returning to the counter.
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  65. Valiant was, for the third time that day, surprised. He expected Fleur would be able to handle her drink well enough, to be sure, with her social status- the Gala was legendary for the amount of alcohol poisonings it could produce- but asking for a goddamn pitcher of your 'finest brew'?
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  67. His interest in that was palpable, as soon as she had spoken those words his fingers on her belly had pushed almost painfully deep, only pulling back when he had realized himself, and sliding up to gently fondle her right breast.
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  69. "Fleur Dis Lee, you are a vixen aren't you?" Valiant spoke into her ear, almost a growl, and then pulled back to speak more openly. "I hope you're happy with the Alicorn Suite, I don't want anything less tonight."
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  71. Despite the fact it would cost a years pay for him, it was nothing to her- not for the pleasure they could have within, after all. "I think we'll hit the tables first though, you pay for the losses- I keep the winnings," he teased, "and then the buffet."
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  73. While he fondled her, Valiant gently entangled his legs with hers- effectively playing footsie. Some romantic gestures never died.
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  75. She hummed thoughtfully, seemingly considering his suggested plan before acquiescing with an over-dramatic sigh. "Oh, I suppose. Only the best for you on your special day, dearest," she cooed softly, leaning into his advances greedily as she allowed his strong hands to roam freely over her body. The bartender returned with a tall, frosty pitcher of a foaming dark ale, pointedly ignoring the sexual tension between the two as he dropped it off and scurried away to check on some other customers. Fleur paid him no mind for the time being, the two of them were more than capable of regaining his attention should they actually need him again, which she had no doubt that they would. Glancing down at her third and much, much larger beverage, she licked her lips and pulled it closer. "Would you care for some, Val~?" she asked, more out of politeness than anything, for she most definitely wanted to just chug the whole thing herself...
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  77. "Fleur Dis Lee, every day with you is special. I mean, what other man gets to touch you, make love to you... choke you?" he teased, and kissed Fleur firmly on the lips before setting his eyes on that pitcher. "I've never been with a mare like you before, I dare say I might be falling in love- and that's an actual question. How many other men?"
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  79. He soon picked it up, and tipped it to his own lips. Taking a great greedy mouthful he soon put his free hand to the back of Fleur's head and directed it towards his, turning suddenly and pressing his lips against hers. With surprising power, almost using his cheeks like a powerful pump, he force fed the mouthful to Fleur, pushing it down her throat and absolutely overpowering her gag reflex and any sense of refusal her body could muster.
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  81. Leaving her surprised, he slid the pitcher back over to her and crossed his arms contently. "Like that?"
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  83. A single surprised blink and a shallow cough was all he got out of her before she recovered. "How many...?" she trailed off, bringing a hand to her chin as if pretending to seriously ponder the question. "Hmmm...I daresay none," she replied softly, her smirk returning as her horn flared to life, lifting the pitcher towards her luscious lips. "Alright you've had your taste. If you want more you'd better get one for yourself," she added with a wink before grasping either side of the pitcher and starting to drink. She took long, greedy pulls, starting off at a leisurely pace but soon starting to work faster as the thrill of consumption took hold once more. She started to moan softly with every swallow, delighting in the ale's rich flavor and bubbly refreshment.
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  85. On and on she chugged, the level of liquid in the two-liter pitcher steadily dropping lower and lower, small rivulets of ale escaping the corners of her mouth and running down her cheeks and neck before pooling somewhere out of sight in her vast canyon of tit flesh. Half empty...quarter empty...eighth empty...in what felt like entirely too short of a time frame she was sucking gleefully at the dregs before placing the now-empty pitcher on the counter, releasing a soft belch as she did so.
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  87. Once Fleur had finished Valiant's lips were again upon hers, making out with her for a moment while his hands played down on her body and felt up her middle. That much drink and she tanked it like she was nothing more than an alcoholic camel.
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  89. "Fleur," Valiant spoke, once his lips had broken free. "You must be a changeling with the way you push my buttons, keep this up and I'm gonna orgasm hands-free" he spoke, his voice full of the swooning desire that Fleur easily got out of him, and he soon slipped off his stool.
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  91. "I'd like to try my hand at some blackjack, and I bet with your rack we could clear the place out," Valiant spoke, and firmly took Fleur's hand to guide her out of the stool. With her knowledge of the place it was up to her to lead- and him to direct. He held her close, his usual combination of protectively posing her against his strong body, and keeping her presented outwards like she was a hard-won trophy.
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  93. Fleur giggled eagerly as she was whisked away once again, the sensation of being completely at his whim making her feel giddy inside, not to mention the now fair amount of alcohol sloshing about in her stomach. Pointing him towards the nearest noisy game room, the pair strode in as confident as could be. "This should serve your purposes most adequately~" she said with a giggle, her soft, dainty voice just barely audible over the raucous atmosphere surrounding them. Smirking, she shot Valiant a glance as he directed them to a table and made to sit down. "Vaaallyyyy~" she intoned with a giggle. "As much as I love your enthusiasm, this is a hold 'em poker table...haven't you played cards before?"
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  95. "Doesn't matter, you're the player," Valiant spoke, and sat his girl down in his lap. His hands were soon under her breasts, and his dick was jammed right up between her fat ass-cheeks- he had somehow unzipped himself before she sat down.
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  97. With him so eagerly, openly, and inappropriately touching her the attention of the table to their cards was utterly broken, just as Valiant had hoped, and he whispered hotly into Fleur's ear: "Just one hand, I want you to make them as hard as you make me," he instructed, kneading and fondling her heavy and still-wet breasts all the while.
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  99. Moments later, she could feel his shaft squirm and a moist stain grow on her outfit. Valiant's virility, as always, was astoundingly potent.
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  101. A coy, seductive smirk graced her features as she leaned forward to take the briefest of glances at her cards, giving the entire table a view of her vast cleavage. "Hmmm," she hummed thoughtfully for a moment or two before pushing all the chips in front of her into the center of the table. "All in~" she quipped happily, making eye contact with every single other pony seated at that table as Valiant continued to grope her unashamedly. "Well come on then, we don't have all night," she purred, waving over a wandering waiter and plucking a fresh drink and a hors d'oeuvre. She made short work of both of them, smacking her lips loudly in appreciation as she waited.
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  103. A couple ponies folded and left the table, not entirely comfortable with the show they were suddenly unable to tear their eyes away from. The rest stayed, pushing their piles of chips into the center of the table as well, convinced that with such an outrageous act she must be bluffing ludicrously. The dealer looked nonplussed as he dealt five cards: a 3, a 9, two 5s and a celestia. Her opponents revealed their hands in order: three of a kind, two pairs, and one even had a flush! "Whoopsies," Fleur giggled innocently as she flipped over her cards, a pair of celestias, much to the annoyance of the rest of the table. "A full house for me~" she cooed, before turning around and looking Valiant right in the eye. "Surely there's something else you'd like to see full, hun?"
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  105. At that, the table was swiftly abandoned, the dealer moving off to a more occupied table as one could not play alone, leaving nothing but a heaping pile of chips.
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  107. Valiant had played things expertly. He knew Fleur would win, from the simple fact that there was no way in high hell you could play against a poker face that was two enormous tits and a man massaging them until they started to lactate. When Fleur won, Valiant slipped out from under her, and took her hand.
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  109. "Think that's enough to pay for dinner then?" he teased, and kissed her warmly on the lips. "Your favourite buffet, let's get you fed until you puke and then I'm going to fuck you so hard your pubic bone is going to break, slut," Valiant directed... clearly either slightly inebriated or simply aroused.
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  111. The hold on her hand was almost painfully firm, so it was probably more of the latter. Her man was getting fired up...
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  113. "Is that so?" she replied smoothly, completely unfazed by the threat of danger. If anything, it only got her panties even wetter than they already were! "Well then what are we waiting for?" By now, the couple were experts at making it look like Valiant was leading the way, but it was in fact Fleur subtly guiding him towards their next destination, although truthfully all he really had to do was follow the smell of food.
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  115. With the hour starting to get a bit later, most of the evening's patrons had already eaten their fill and were partaking of various other activities for the rest of their evenings, leaving the dining hall pleasantly uncrowded. As they made their way towards the serving area, she glanced up at him with a smirk. "Should we even bother getting a table?" she teased, "or are you just going to shovel food down my throat like usual?" Most mares in Fleur's position would be absolutely crazy to give a stallion like Valiant such suggestions...
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  117. But Fleur was not most mares.
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  119. Valiant led Fleur close to the kitchen now that they were in the room, and once they were there Valiant slapped his arms to her side, kissed her long and deep, and then pulled her top off... or tried to. It was a one piece, so the stallion just effectively ended up manhandling Fleur for a moment before he audibly growled his frustration and his horn began to glow.
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  121. A magical beam, probably intense enough to be rather dangerous, soon cut her dress down the entire backside, and it soon fell off Fleur, "Sit," he directed soon after, and stepped to the kitchen doorway to block the next person coming out. "Mine," he stated, equally as forward with his directions, and stole someones dinner before sliding it before Fleur.
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  123. "Eat."
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  125. She obeyed immediately and without hesitation, greedily scooping handfuls of piping hot food into her mouth, hardly chewing before swallowing laboriously. The plate before her was some kind of chicken dish served with a side of green beans and mashed potatoes, but ultimately it didn't matter what it was. It was food, and it belonged in her belly ten minutes ago.
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  127. So there she sat, dressed only in her soaking wet underwear, on the floor of the kitchen eating like a wild animal, not caring in the slightest as grease and food residue clung to her hands and dribbled down her chin. Polishing off her plate in almost no time at all, she looked up hopefully, expecting Valiant to already have something ready for her.
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  129. At the rate things were going they would be lucky not to end up in a cell by the end of the night, and Valiant had apparently gotten himself more booze if the shot glass that he had tossed aside was any indication. In any case, Fleur was indeed soon provided more food, a plate of sushi was soon slid over to her and then her man stepped behind her, slapped his hand to the back of her head, and slapped her face down into it.
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  131. "Get it inside you, and then I'm gonna cum on your fucking face in public you fat whore," Valiant directed, his voice a lusty growl.
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  133. Fleur gleefully did as she was told, happily shoveling delicious food down her throat as her mind wandered freely. Had she ever gotten Valiant as wound up as he was right now? She honestly couldn't recall, but quite frankly it really didn't matter given that she wasn't done yet. She wanted to make this a special night he would never forget, so for tonight at least it was no-holds barred, pedal to the metal, reckless headlong potentially-catastrophic indulgence. She did not know the full extent of what Valiant wanted just yet, but whatever it was she was determined he would get it.
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  135. Moaning wantonly, she continued eating at a frenzied pace, paying little to no heed to whatever her partner felt like doing to and with her body, allowing herself to become little more than his personal plaything...
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  137. Fleur had not ever gotten Valiant this far worked up, and things were becoming a self-reinforcing spiral. The erotic danger of doing all this in public had stoked a fire which Fleur was gleefully enabling, and soon his horn began to glow.
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  139. Then her horn began to glow, and an incredible seering pain came across her body as he forced his own magic into her, overpowering her, and soon exerting total control over her once he had broken her inherent magical defences. Mind control was one thing [which was intensely illegal] but this was a step above even that. Fleur was broken into subservience to the degree he could stop her own heart if he so desired.
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  141. "You're mine you washed up slut. Say it, tell me you're my fucking whore, my toy. Tell me you want me to hurt you, anything I want."
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  143. Unless he was imposing his will, she had her free will, but Valiant made his abilities clear when he forced Fleur's body to orgasm. It was almost painful how absolutely intense it was, and she writhed in her moistening seat for a few moments before her plate was replaced with another- a chocolate cake this time.
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  145. Valiant's instructions, as he stood behind her, were as if they came from inside her own mind: "Eat," he spoke simply. His will was hers, her body was his- and so she ate.
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  147. "Ohhrrmmffnomfomf," Fleur tried to speak, but her mouth was crammed full of delicious chocolate cake. Her body was electrified, thrilled and terrified all at once as she felt him in places she never imagined she would. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to obey, to follow his every command, to tear themselves and put themselves back together if he so wished. "Ooorrppph, Vvaaawlllleeeeepphh..." she tried again, still shoveling cake into her maw at an alarming rate. "Iiiaaayyeee'mmmfff...yyyooorrrrrppphhhssshhh...hommmffnomffomph..."
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  149. Crumbs spewed all over her chest as she forced out her garbled words, but her message was clear: she was his; she would obey. Still reeling from the most powerful orgasm of her life and her body's utter shock at its sudden invader, she offered absolutely no resistance as he carried on however he wished, not that she could have opposed him even if she wanted to...
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  151. Fleur force-fed herself another cake, and a serving of steak, with enough violence that she choked repeatedly. Only when she gagged and vomited slightly did Valiant relent on that feeding.
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  153. Valiant stepped out before her, and pivoted around to face her. His stance was rigid, firmly confident, and his face a smirking grin of knowing control. She was just a toy for him, and he made sure she knew that she was. "I could kill you, Fleur. With a single thought, and I don't think I could even stop myself if I got mad... so don't make me mad, keep me happy, Fleur," Valiant spoke, and gestured for the mare to stand. Without even thinking about it, she did. If Fleur's pursuit was passive hedonism- she had finally found the ultimate form of that.
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  155. The stallion soon led her to a space viewable by all, and turned himself towards her. "Pose yourself for me, before I take you. Belly and tits out."
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  157. There were a myriad of poses a mare in her situation could have chosen. Even having lost her own free will, she seized upon this brief window and made sure not to waste the opportunity. Standing nearly naked before a host of utterly dumbfounded strangers she did the last thing anypony might have expected: hands on hips, she proudly thrust her huge breasts and visibly overstretched stomach outwards, putting herself on display for all to see. She was his, completely and utterly, and in one fell moment she made absolutely certain that everypony knew it.
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  159. Valiant growled in approval behind her. This was it, her final chance to be herself...gleefully, she surrendered her mental faculties and allowed his will to wash over her, completely and utterly erasing her from her own body for the time being...
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  161. The amount of different crimes Valiant was currently commiting were worth execution. Magical domination like this was one of the most absolutely forbidden things a unicorn could do- even if it was rare that a unicorn was strong enough to do it. There was a supreme danger, that Fleur would never recover her sense of self, or that Valiant could make a mistake and accidentally kill her. One wary thought could stop her heart, or he could break her limbs by too aggressively directing her around. Her upper intestine nearly burst when, momentarily, he tried to force some food down lower into her to give it more space.
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  163. If danger was the point, Fleur had found it.
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  165. Valiant surprised himself, actually, as Fleur was subsumed by his will, subconscious as well. When she stood there, looking at him with her eyes glowing a faint blue of his own magic... she projectile vomited. Valiant blinked, surprised by this, and then realized his dick was leading things by itself, and perhaps- perhaps to some degree- Fleur's subconscious was merging with his, willing to please him even if it killed her.
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  167. The room contained a few items of interest for her. A large fishtank contained enough liquid volume and technically edible fish to give her some good bloating potential. The tables and poles provided good props, and Valiant... Valiant sat himself down, spread his legs, and soon found that Fleur's own magic was massaging his erection. The will of both of them had merged into one singular whole- with a focus to please him.
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  169. For the time being, Fleur as she was previously known was completely lost, subsumed by his will entirely. The only thing she could think about, the only thing she could even feel, even process, even fathom remotely, was pleasure...pleasure for him and him alone. That was her sole purpose of existing at this very moment, and her horn lit up as she took to her one task most dutifully. Casting about the room, they both smirked at the fleeing forms of the other patrons, sent scattering by the horror of what they were witnessing. They knew nothing of what they felt, nothing at all. But they knew it was only a matter of time until the guard was summoned, so it was time to take advantage of what time they had now.
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  171. Eyes alighting upon the nearby fishtank, Fleur's body began its slow, drunken stagger over towards it, almost collapsing upon reaching it. With a flare from her horn, the top of the tank was cast off, and without further ado she completely dunked her head into the tank of water...and began to drink. Nopony in their right mind would even consider drinking from a fishtank, let alone attempting to consume the entire thing, but they had left their right minds long ago. Her stomach creaked and groaned ominously as it started to swell at its most rapid pace yet. On and on and on they drank, the water level steadily declining to the three-quarters full mark...than just over the half full mark...
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  173. Coming up for air, her chest heaved as she gasped desperately for air, completely ignoring the sickened, glunking complaints of a stomach stretched far beyond what was intended. Now protruding a solid foot from her chest, the massive, sloshing orb hung heavily between her legs, forcing out of necessity a widened, crouched stance to support its weighty mass, her knees pressing into it uncomfortably no matter how far apart they were. With a creaking groan, the fishtank dislodged itself from where it sat and started to tip upwards...right into her gaping maw. The deluge of water continued anew, the fish swimming frantically against the current that was attempting to suck them all to their doom.
  174.  
  175. Bigger and bigger that stomach crept, steadily progressing towards the ground before reaching it and spreading out, dispersing its weight amongst the ground and taking a great weight off of her lower back. With the downwards direction all used up, it had nowhere to go now but outwards, and so it began to spread even further. *Gulp...gulp...gulp...* The tank was now a quarter empty, the fish starting to slip into the rippling, pulsing dark hole that heralded their demise. Leaning forward farther and farther, the rest of her body displaced by the sheer size and heft of her inconceivably huge water balloon of a stomach, Fleur's body was now forced to straddle that straining, stretching orb of food and water, which itself was rapidly starting to resemble a bed more than anything else.
  176.  
  177. As the last few drops of the tank emptied, Fleur's feet lost their contact with the ground, her body now completely suspended by the sloshing, creaking mass of stomach that served as an impossibly weighty anchor. Even once fully drained, she kept swallowing impulsively, desperate to add more, more, more to the incredible bulk that was that heaving, trembling, stretchmark-ridden pink-furred stomach, every small intake of breath threatening to spell ultimate destruction and splatter her apart into millions of pieces...
  178.  
  179. Both bodies now surging with arousal, Fleur's form humped desperately into her unbelievably swollen mass, sending the whole thing rippling and quivering and glunking as Fleur's body tossed and flailed above, looking pathetically small comparatively. With Fleur's body shutting down with sheer, utter agony, the very last vestiges of her mental faculty started disappearing into the overwhelming darkness, steadily falling away from the world of physical sensations, overloaded beyond the max. Beneath her, Fleur's marehood gushed, the throes of orgasm sending her finally at long last into the realm of unconsciousness.
  180.  
  181. Valiant groaned as he watched all of this unfold, not having to lift even a single finger to have his deepest desires played out in front of his very eyes. His breathing quickened as his essence churned within him, the tide of arousal steadily rising and rising until all at once it surged over the edge, the stallion throwing his head back as Mt. Valiant absolutely erupted...

[RP] Affairs of State

by LurkerTurnedNewbie

[REQ] One Million

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[CONT] Chocolate Nightmares

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[REQ] Meet and Eat

by LurkerTurnedNewbie

[RP] A Royal Affair

by LurkerTurnedNewbie