[RP] Icy Hot Passion

 

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Valiant paced his office in Canterlot Castle, his desk to one side and the door to the other as he stressed over his coming "assignment." The well built six-foot-three guard looked almost threatening as he pivoted back and forth, and his armor gently slapped against his body as he went.

 

The assignment itself was simple: a diplomatic exchange between himself and Prince Shining Armour of the Crystal Empire. Ostensibly a sort of military exchange, it was more a way for Equestria and the Crystal Empire to remain on friendly terms, and the importance of the exchange grew over time. This was Valiant's first time doing this, previously Celestia or Luna had done it.

 

The problem was in that he was expected to bring a date, a plus one, someone to hang off his arm. Valiant hadn't quite realized how much of a womanizer he'd been until that happened, and literally dozens of possible names came up. Should he invite Spitfire, or was that showing too much military and would be threatening? Should he invite... Twilight Sparkle? Or would Shining be upset he was courting her? Fleetfoot? She was hardly upper class.

 

The stallion was oddly vulnerable now, and were a mare smart enough they could easily take advantage. His assignment was quite public after all, and the media always followed these exchanges closely.

 

Fleur smirked to herself as she watched the Canterlot streets roll by from inside her personal chariot. She was headed for the castle, to attend to some rather...'personal' business. Or at least, she certainly hoped it would become personal, and she would do everything in her considerable power to make it so.

 

Recently a most interesting bit of news had starting circulating throughout the upper circles of Canterlot. A high-ranking officer in Celestia's personal guard, one Captain Valiant Steed, had been assigned to undertake a diplomatic envoy to the Crystal Empire of the cold, distant north. This was all well and good, but it would be most unseemly for a power as influential as Equestria to send anything less than a couple of some standing to greet the Prince and Princess...and that's where she figured to fit into this whole equation.

 

As one might expect from a noble-born, highly attractive and virile young stallion, Valiant was so far unattached to any female counterparts, far preferring to indulge whenever and with whomever he pleased, taking his pick of just about whichever mare he wanted based on his whims. There were even considerable rumors that he was involved with Princess Celestia herself, although nopony had yet been able to prove anything. So now here she was, Fleur-de-Lis, noblemare of Canterlot, known and respected throughout all of Equestria and certainly an appropriately fitting choice of escort.

 

The pale mare reclined in her lavish interior, her thoughts drifting to the potential benefits of weaseling her way into this situation. Fleur was a mare of many talents and tastes, and she loved nothing more than being the center of attention, always eager to use her status and station to fuel her expensive tastes. This whole situation just smacked of opportunity; Valiant would be thrilled to take her to the Crystal Empire even if he didn't know it yet. All he might need was a bit of convincing...

 

Valiant was still pacing in his office when a page came to inform him that a Miss Dis Lee was requesting his presence at the castle gate. While normally he would have ignored that—Fleur was a noble entitled to castle access—her social stature meant that she could demand his presence if she wanted anyway. So, curious as to the circumstances of this, Valiant followed along.

 

He was aware of her... seductive nature as much as she was aware of his womanizing and sleeping around. They were aware of each other, their families even sometimes marrying, but their lives had ensured that other than a roll in the hay in the background of the Gala the two had never been able to build any real relationship.

 

Fleur had a chance now, either just for a few weeks of fun or permanently, and Valiant exited the castle doors and strode boldly to the gate. His magic swung it open for her, and he halted just a few feet inside before he crossed his muscled arms.

 

"Fleur Dis Lee," he spoke. "To what do I owe the pleasure of greeting you personally?"

 

Graceful as ever, Fleur strode forward to meet him and gave a small bow of respect. "The pleasure's all mine, Captain Valiant, I assure you..." she replied, her smooth dulcet voice falling comfortably on the ears of all those present. "I must admit, I am a bit surprised you deigned to meet me all the way down here, I was expecting to have to track you down myself," she purred seductively, a coy smirk playing at the sides of her mouth. A little butter never hurt when trying to get what one wants, after all.

 

Valiant knew that as far as social graces went, he should bow as well—but he chose not to. Something he did now and then, and the subtle social cue said volumes about his character.

 

One brow tilted, and for now he remained at a level of mere curiosity, but his eyes quickly panned over the beautiful mare even so. "Miss Dis Lee, you're nobility—you know it's my honor to serve you," Valiant spoke, and stepped up close to her, and soon took her hand to kiss it. "I just need to know how."

 

Fleur giggled airily, laying her charm on as thickly as she could. Though she knew he was too smart of a stallion to fall for it completely, the less he expected of her capabilities the better. "Au contraire, mon cheri," she deftly responded, fluttering her eyelashes a bit. "It is I who was hoping to serve you. It's come to my understanding that you have an upcoming assignment of great diplomatic import, but you're not one I would expect to keep a consort for such occasions... I have come to volunteer my services for the good of Equestria, although I completely understand if you've already made a suitable decision. Surely you've already been beset by a great host of eager mares, yes?" she trailed off coyly, reveling in the opportunity to play dumb for a change.

 

Valiant spent his days, and most of his life, around nobles and the political class. Fleur's language was quickly digested in his mind, and he soon translated it as best he could: 'You're doing something important, you need a partner for it, I want to be that partner.'

 

The idea swirled in his mind while he spoke in return, meeting her flowery language with his own. "Of course, Miss Dis Lee, I've had... quite a few," he started, and the decision was made in his mind to go along with her before he had even finished. Fleur was perfect, the only reason he hadn't considered her was his notorious inability to keep track of all the breasts in his orbit.

 

But of course, that meant he could toy with her. "I've yet to make my decision, but I have until tomorrow evening. Are you making yourself available, Miss Dis Lee?" Valiant continued, and his lips curled into a smirk. "What can *you* do for..." He paused for effect. "Equestria?"

 

Fleur grinned. Oh yes, he was definitely interested, only a crazy or just plain gay stallion wouldn't be. She was dressed as she commonly was, with a low-cut dress that exposed an almost scandalous amount of cleavage, her humongous breasts the envy of mares all across Equestria. Her dress strained slightly with every breath she took, her enormous chest heaving considerably with even a small intake of air. Behind her, a truly impressive rump flourished, well-fed and toned from the years of fine dining and raunchy sex. Though not nearly the largest to be found, not that she'd ever want it to be, it accented her feminine hips and long, slender legs she was known for, soft enough to have a slight bounce to it but firm enough to hold its shape even under a good slap.

 

Between the two points of extreme curvature, her slightly chubby paunch was easily concealed from view, overshadowed by the incredible breasts above it. Though once in her earlier modeling days, when her curves weren't quite so ludicrous, she had a flat, toned tummy like all the other models, but with her recent luxurious diet and lax daily routines, she had allowed it to garner a soft layer of flab, unconcerned with it for the time being. "I can do whatever you need, my liege," she replied smoothly. "If you need me to stay quiet and look pretty, I can do that. If you need me to run errands or messages, I can do that." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper as she continued. "And if you need my assistance to get what you want during the course of negotiations? I can do that too." Her eyes flashed dangerously as she spoke her last bit. "I'm capable of a great deal of things, Captain Valiant, all you have to do is ask..."

 

Valiant considered for a moment, and then stepped around Fleur. The guards had seen this before, and perhaps Fleur had. The predatory prowl of Valiant sizing up a mare that had gotten his attention. It wasn't hidden at all, and his eyes panned over her every inch while she was examined like breeding stock. "Very well, Fleur Dis Lee. If you can maintain this level of.... respect, I think you'll do quite well. I'm almost ashamed I didn't come up with this first..."

 

In a bold movement, Valiant darted forward from behind her and slapped a hand to Fleur's ass, hard, groping it while his other worked around her front and took her hand. "But I do love a mare with initiative. We can leave whenever you're able, so long as we arrive by tomorrow evening."

 

Valiant, always the womanizer, had claimed Fleur—at least for now.

 

If Fleur was offended at all by Valiant's sudden forceful advances, it didn't show. If anything, she would've been more offended if he didn't make any moves on her. She was intimately familiar with Valiant's type, and he was the biggest and loudest and most provocative of the bunch. An excellent catch, to be sure...

 

She smiled in genuine happiness at his acceptance, after all why wouldn't she be? An all-expenses paid trip to the Crystal Empire with a strapping, studly stallion was nothing to scoff at! "Wonderful," she said, giving another short bow. "I will hasten home at once to prepare my belongings. Would my liege prefer I meet him back here or would he rather come fetch me at my abode?" she inquired, not particularly caring which he chose, but instead rather curious to which he would pick, and what that might tell her.

 

Valiant in turn was happy she accepted. The dance of a proper Canterlot man and woman sexually presenting to each other was quite something, and Valiant had been raised classically. The man—the stallion—assumed consent to approach, but never forced it. Fleur had been given her opportunity to slap him in the face and leave.

 

But why would she? She had come to him, and that was as strong a signal as she could send.

 

"I will fetch you, Fleur. Wear something attractive but pack your finest—it would be a waste to simply ruffle it on the train, you can change when we arrive. Plan for... oh around a week, I'd say—longer if you like," Valiant spoke, and released the mare before outstretching her arm and giving her a tug in the direction of the street, and then slapped her ass as she passed him.

 

"Seven this evening, have dinner first. I hear the train doesn't exactly offer good food," Valiant added, and closed the gate gently behind her.

 

Valiant, it so turned out, would arrive early. At six fifty-five the stallion arrived at Fleur's home, riding in the back of one of the finer royal carriages. It could easily sit six, but most often was just Celestia, her sister, and a date. Fleur would be riding in a vehicle that no doubt the royal sisters have had sex in, alongside god knew how many other ponies.

 

It was only but a moment after the doorbell rang that Fleur answered the door, looking as stunning as ever. A shoulderless, slinky black dress clung tightly to her curves, leaving a considerable amount of cleavage exposed as it flowed down her elegant body. Even with her copious rump, the dress hung to just above her thighs, not too immodest but enough to draw the eyes. Completing the ensemble was a pair of elegant black heels that laced halfway up her shins, and a sparkling silver necklace that almost lost itself in the pink valley it nestled in.

 

The makeup she had on was just the right amount: enough to highlight but not so much as to distract. A deep purple eyeliner brought her eyes to life, and a modest amount of blush and a hint of lipstick left her features most desirable. On her wrists were a plentiful number of silver bangles to further accessorize, and finally a sleek black leather handbag dangled at her side inconspicuously. She smiled seductively as her eyes met his in the doorway. "Ah, mon cheri, so wonderful to see you." Taking a moment to step outside and lock her front door behind her, she turned to regard him once again, her eyes not failing to notice the lavish carriage behind him.

 

She giggled lightly. "A royal chariot? For little ol' me? I'm flattered."

 

"I would be remiss if I chose anything less, Fleur," Valiant spoke, and soon took her hand so he could lead her to the chariot and showcase his strength by helping her up and in.

 

Showcasing wealth, even if it was only borrowed wealth and a perk of your position, was another aspect of being a proper Canterlot-born stallion. Valiant had come to her wearing a proper dress uniform, a red shirt with white pants that hung tight to his well muscled body. At his hip a ceremonial blade of silver was kept close. Ceremonial as it might be, it could still draw blood.

 

"Do you have anything to bring, my beautiful mare, or are you going to entrust your wardrobe to the crown? It's your privilege either way," Valiant asked, just as he pulled her in properly and the pair were seated. "I trust you had dinner as well?" Valiant soon questioned. He seemed to have an odd quirk, that was the second time he had referenced Fleur eating.

 

"I managed a quick bite, yes," Fleur replied, patting her belly lightly and noticing with mild amusement how his eyes followed the motion of her hand. "As for my things? Well..." she gestured to the unassuming handbag seated next to her. "They are closer than they appear," she added cryptically, her horn glowing for a brief moment to emphasize her point.

 

Though they were expensive, Fleur-de-Lis was a mare that always required the best of the best, enchanted handbags included. Being a thrifty traveler had a multitude of benefits, after all. Shooting him a brilliant smile, her teeth as shiny and perfect as could ever be found, she tittered excitedly. "Shall we be off then? I must admit my eagerness to get things underway...I hear the Crystal Empire is simply lovely this time of year..."

 

"It will be all the lovelier for having you around," Valiant returned, he always had an eye for a compliment.

 

The voyage to the train didn't take long, the luxurious interior of their carriage was soon changed for the interior of a train car. Valiant may be of high station but not quite high enough to get them a private car, although the pair rode in first class they were neither alone nor given to an excess of luxury. Still, they were served wine and given a semi-private booth to sit in. Outside the window it snowed, not too intense to slow their voyage but it left the valley a picturesque and chilly wonderland.

 

Valiant, being Canterlot-born, didn't sit opposite Fleur. Instead he sat beside her, blocking her exit to the aisle while she had the window seat. A classic power move, and around an hour into their voyage the wine had started to empty. "So tell me about yourself, Fleur. I hardly get to know most mares that have my company—but I have an opportunity."

 

The mare in question shot him a sideways smirk as her long, elegant fingers deftly twirled the last remaining bit of wine in her glass before downing it with a quick gulp. Setting the glass aside, she turned to properly face him, tossing her luxurious mane over her shoulder before giving a response. "Mmmm, what's to know, stud? I'm just your typical high-class Canterlot mare," she teased coyly, her cheeks flushed slightly from the drink but her mind still clear enough to mostly have her wits about her.

 

That wasn't going to stop her from doing a bit of flirting, however. "I was a model for a while, before I got replaced by younger, more naive mares, as all Canterlot models do..." she continued softly, her eyes never leaving his as she spoke. "I live alone in a luxurious mansion on the hill, with a hooffull of servants and more money than I know what to do with..." As was typical of Canterlot nobles, she started with her wealth and stature, listing off what she had so he may evaluate for himself the value of his latest catch.

 

"I attend parties and balls and galas on the regular..." Though she knew she could not measure up to his stature socially, as far as single Canterlot mares went she pretty much had it all. "And of course, I just love to travel," she finished, her voice now a sultry purr as she leaned closer to him, exposing an even more ridiculous amount of cleavage as she did so.

 

Valiant's left leg played with hers, and his left arm extended around her shoulders. "Younger and certainly less curvy, real mares seem to be going out of style. I pity Equestria," Valiant returned, his voice laced with a bit of sarcasm before he emptied the remaining wine into their glasses.

 

The proof was medium, it was enough to leave them with a solid buzz but not leave them drunk. Perfect, as far as Valiant was concerned. "My family has an estate in the political quarter. I've never wanted for money or privilege, Fleur—it's... the finer things I'm after."

 

He pulled her against him, tightly. "A mare who knows her place and how to please, that's all I ask for." Fleur was left to consider his words or reply as she might, and the rest of their voyage passed in peace. Occasionally someone Fleur would recognize would step pass, members of the media watching her every move, which went utterly over Valiant's head. When their arrival in the Empire came, Valiant took Fleur by the hand and led her out.

 

"Would you like to go to the castle right away, beautiful, or would you rather some private time? The laws of the Empire are different..." When they stepped off the train and a paparazzi was violently arrested, that certainly became clear. "...So I'm sure we'll be left in peace."

 

Fleur snickered a bit nastily as she watched the perpetrator submit meekly to the local guards. Though she was used to the presence of the paparazzi as a haute société mare, she certainly didn't enjoy having them around and always loved seeing the sneaky little devils get their inevitable comeuppance. Sighing wistfully and leaning quite heavily on the stallion beside her, whom of course didn't move even an inch, she grinned seductively as she replied. "Though I would certainly love to spend time seeing the sights, I understand if business comes first," she remarked coyly. "Celestia forbid my whims come before a diplomatic mission of such import."

 

She hummed softly as she nuzzled his neck, her already low inhibitions drifting even lower as she got more comfortable with her companion. "Whichever you think is best, Captain Valiant~" she cooed.

 

Valiant held the mare against him. Deferring to him, hanging off his arm, she was doing all the right things and it showed. He was eating out of the palm of her hand, and he didn't mind making it obvious that he was.

 

"Frankly, Fleur, I'm feeling the effects of the wine... and Cadance is expecting us any time between now and this time tomorrow. I think it would be perhaps unwise to show up in such a state, so... let's sleep it off."

 

Leading her again by the hand the two were soon in the street, and while it was chilly it wasn't too cold. There was a hotel not far from the train station as well, and Valiant simply charged their stay to the crown. The clerk wasn't fazed at all by that—if they were lying they'd spend a few weeks in a cell.

 

So it was that half an hour after their arrival Fleur and Valiant had themselves the royal suite of that hotel. It was large and luxurious, and would make a fine place to stay in their time here. Valiant left Fleur at the door, and approached the window to gaze outside as the sun set. She had a damn good view of his rear.

 

"Fleur, I feel I should be clear with you," he started, and glanced back at her with a telltale blush on his face. "I want to make a mare out of you tonight. I can get a little rough, but if you make the lines clear... I'll try to stay inside them."

 

She pretended to ponder that for a moment, pouting slightly for effect. When he turned back to the window she strode up and flung her arms over his shoulders, hugging him close to her body as her large chest pressed firmly into the small of his back. "Hmmm, what a gentlecolt..." she purred in his ear, delighting how it twitched slightly as her warm breath washed over it. "But if I'm going to be honest with you, Valiant..." She paused for a moment to take off her necklace and set it aside, while at the same time kicking off her shoes. "Lines are for fillies," she continued breathily, her voice almost a whisper.

 

"And I am a mare. So treat me like one you handsome stud..." she finished, her horn lighting up as her rather soaked panties slid down from under her dress, her arousal quickly filling the air with a rich, spicy scent. She knew she was being a bit easy at the moment, but she also didn't particularly care. Valiant was hot, and she had no qualms about letting him know just how excited that fact made her.

 

Valiant took a breath, and his indecision was washed away by Fleur's seduction and the wine. Normally he took it easy on a mare for the first time, tested their limits and such, but between the seduction, the long day, and the wine... it was right off to the races.

 

The strong stallion butted Fleur back, and then pivoted around. With the new space between the two he soon made how rough he'd play clear enough as he seized her by the throat and picked her up and walked over to the bed with her in hand, and then threw her down on the pillows. Were the bed not so soft that might have done some damage.

 

The rest of her clothes were soon torn off with magic and cast aside like nothing, and Valiant paused in his lust as he noticed something. "Fleur Dis Lee, you have been eating well haven't you? Good, I'll see if I can add a few pounds to that by the time we leave."

 

Fleur was then entitled to watch him undress, and laid there while Valiant stripped off his clothes. A handsome and well muscled upper body with a good deal of fluff, was presented, but by far the real prize was the nine inches of erect stallionhood he soon presented her with.

 

"I think... I want to fuck your tits, Fleur. Lay back, and I hope you like the taste of salt..."

 

Fleur's breathing became faster and more erratic as she both tried to compensate for her roaring arousal and catch her breath a bit after his rough treatment of her. By Celesita, he was an absolute animal. She'd never been treated like that by anypony, and it was an absolutely thrilling feeling to be so utterly and completely at his mercy. She had no doubt that he could overpower her physically and magically without hardly breaking a sweat, and that had her insides raging hotter than a furnace.

 

She didn't even care about his mildly insulting comments on her weight. If anything, his fixation on weight and eating were interesting to notice. Something to keep in mind for later, but for now she was content to be the biggest and most willing doormat of a mare he'd ever had the pleasure of fucking. The less he thought of her capabilities moving forward, the better. "Ohhhhh, Val~" she moaned breathily. "I'm yours to use however you wish...make me your mare..." Her horn glowed for a moment before casting a little something of a spell she'd picked up a few months ago. Glowing green cuffs materialized around her wrists and ankles, before glowing tendrils of magic lashed each limb to a corner of the bed, effectively spreading herself wide-eagled and voluntarily exposing herself as much as possible.

 

Her eyes lidded sensually as she whispered what was sure to be the final blow: "Breed me..."

 

Whatever idea Valiant had for fucking her tits was quickly out the window, and the stallion almost literally growled when he came upon the bed. She had fired him up in a way no mare had before, and the fire in his eyes was one few people ever saw. A dominance, and an almost violent lust, welled up inside.

 

He seized her by the throat again as he came upon her, and plunged his thick stallionhood deep into Fleur's marehood without any further foreplay. His grip on her neck was strong enough to make it hard to breathe, and it was clear enough that he enjoyed this greatly. The feeling of intense dominance, possession, control. Fleur's breath itself was under his control, she was utterly servile.

 

The promise earlier that he was rough had quickly born fruit and for the next ten minutes Fleur Dis Lee became intimately acquainted with the effects of arousal and adrenaline on a stallion like Valiant. He fucked her like an animal, hammering into her and giving that bed a hell of a time as he went at it. Eventually he came inside her, forcing himself deep and letting his gushing fluids flow into her. The magnitude of his orgasm was intense enough—boosted magically—that it flooded into her womb and bloated it visibly. Fleur's gut expanded by an inch or two from it, and once he pulled out of her his juices leaked onto the bed.

 

Fleur didn't see him go to sleep, in his climax he had squeezed her throat hard enough that she had passed out, but when eventually she did awaken from that she found that Valiant had curled around her in sleep, arms around her protectively as he slept himself. The warmth and radiance of his large masculine body was enough she hardly needed to worry about the covers.

 

Fleur almost wondered if she'd gone too far with her wild and submissive seduction, the look in Valiant's eyes when he climbed onto that bed was absolutely predatory. When he once again seized her by the throat and began choking her out all while jackhammering relentlessly into her gushing marehood, she most definitely felt like she'd pushed him a bit too far. But oh, by the stars, he felt so amazingly good! Yes there was plenty of pain but Fleur was a mare not afraid to have a rough time of it, and while she'd never quite experienced a ride that wild and violent, it only made her want him even more.

 

At least the worst of it was short-winded, after all her teasing it didn't take him long to ramp up to the finale. The last thing she remembered before succumbing to a lack of oxygen was stars exploding in her eyes as the biggest orgasm of her life ripped through her body, his member shooting off an incredibly satisfying amount of seed before everything went dark and quiet...

 

Some time later, Fleur awoke to the sound of her own raspy breath, so much so that she didn't immediately recognize it as her own. Her throat felt like it was on fire, a combination of the worst sore throat she'd ever experienced and still that sensation of a vice-like pressure squeezing her windpipe like a cardboard tube. Lifting a hand, she attempted to massage away some of the pain, but the contact only made it flare up worse, so she quickly abandoned that idea. She did, however, feel that some cool water would do a world of good, and that was when she discovered the other serious complaint her body had to make.

 

She audibly groaned as she attempted to move, her entire vaginal canal feeling beaten and bruised and flaring all up and down its length in pain at the slightest shifting of her core. The searing lances of pain quickly put to bed any thoughts of moving, tears springing to her eyes unbidden as she recoiled as if branded by a hot iron. Blearily looking about, she noticed that her evening lover was curled up around her protectively, almost possessively, and though she was mildly irritated at all the pain he'd inflicted upon her, seeing this small moment of caring still brought a smile to her lips. Plus, it didn't hurt the fact that was the best damn sex she'd ever had in her life, period, and she'd had quite a bit.

 

Paralyzed by her pain and still tired from her ordeal, her eyes drifted closed as she allowed her abused body to slip back into the restful bliss of sleep...

 

~~~~~

 

The two slept together for a solid eight hours of the best rest Valiant had ever experienced, and he awoke at first feeling refreshed and energized. He released his hold on Fleur soon after awakening and slipped his legs off the side of the bed.

 

The pain rammed into his skull like he was in training again and his drill instructor had just shown him what having magic jammed down your horn felt like. A combination of a hangover exacerbated by low fluid intake, a lot of fluid out take and a soreness deep in his lower body left him groaning for a few moments.

 

Fleur had certainly worked him up, and now he was paying the price. His horn started to glow softly as he soothed himself, using tried and true pain relief magic—and tellingly enough utterly ignoring Fleur for now as he came to his feet and took to the room service telephone. The dial sound was like getting shot, and he rather gruffly ordered two things: water, and fruit. His favorite combination for fighting a hangover was a nice juicy apple and some water before a proper breakfast.

 

The stallion didn't give a god damn that he was stark nude, nor did he that the bed was soaked and the room smelled like sex. It was something to be proud of, wasn't it? Both his body, and the fact he had pleased a mare so expertly that she was going to wake up in an even worse state. Lucky for her breakfast would already be there, and the bellhop knew better than to leer or question.

 

It was hardly the oddest thing he'd seen working in a hotel, although he'd never quite seen a pair with such pure sexual energy.

 

When Fleur next awoke, it was undoubtedly morning, and she knew this for a handful of reasons. One, the gentle sounds of birds chirping from outside. Two, the soft warmth of the early morning sunlight caressing her body. And three, the lack of a distinctly large and masculine presence in bed with her. That last one in particular had her blinking open her eyes groggily and looking about the room.

 

She cringed slightly as she sat up, a deep smoldering soreness in her core flaring up a bit as she moved before cringing again as she felt how utterly ruined the bedsheets were. Though part of her was proud of how thoroughly they had destroyed the bed last night, that didn't mean that she enjoyed soaking in it. Standing up and wincing again in pain, she headed towards the washroom, hearing some activity beyond the closed doorway that gave her a solid guess as to where her compatriot might be. Eager to wash up herself, she opened the door softly and stepped inside.

 

Valiant had drank his fluids and had a pair of apples, and this had been enough to sooth his hangover until subtle magic could take over from there. Fleur would walk in at an interesting time, as the virile stallion made that all the more apparent, and she could watch as he finished masturbating in the shower. He filled her with close to a gallon of spunk last night and the first thing he did when he was lucid was jack off to the memory of it.

 

Thirsty boy, indeed.

 

Unknowing she was there, Valiant soon stepped out of the steaming shower and into the tile bathroom. Clean from top to bottom, his fur was still slightly damn and lacked the usual poofiness. No doubt he could fix that soon enough, and he soon laid his eyes upon her.

 

"You look like you got hit by a bus, Fleur," Valiant taunted, and stepped aside to allow her the shower. "Did I really fill you that much? You're bloated," Valiant added, and gestured to her middle.

 

Even post-masturbatory flaccid Valiant still had a fair chunk of man hanging off him.

 

Fleur wasn't sure what she was expecting Valiant to be doing in the bathroom, probably something normal for a post-coital morning like showering or shaving. Which, to be fair, he was doing one of those things, but he was also jacking it furiously as he did so. Fleur's jaw fell open against her will as she witnessed the most brutally raw and virile stallion she'd ever had the pleasure of experiencing go at it the very morning after like a horny teenage colt, and a soft press of her hand to her still-swollen belly left no doubt as to how much he was capable of producing, and how much he already had.

 

So it was in a combination of grogginess, surprise, and sheer awe that she just stood and watched as he finished his business, getting a firsthand look at just how much of an output he really had, and not being even a shred less impressed. She imagined she must probably look like quite the sight as she just stood there: her mane knotted and bunched up and still matted with various sexual fluids, her huge tits dragging her shoulders forward with their weight, as she currently lacked the strength and support to keep up her usual pristine posture. The bottoms of said tits rested gently on the upper swell of her still-swollen belly, so much so that it actually came rather close to rivaling her chest at how far it protruded from the rest of her body.

 

Soon enough he finally noticed and addressed her. If he was at all shocked or displeased by the inadvertent show he'd just given her he didn't give away any hint whatsoever. She stepped past him gratefully as he allowed her access to the shower, her need for cleanliness most apparent to any who looked upon her. Turning to reply to him, her initial response stuck in her almost entirely swollen-shut throat, leaving her coughing and rasping pitifully for a few moments before she finally caught her breath. Not yet really feeling up to the task of trying again, she smiled sheepishly at him and stepped in the shower, hopeful that some hot steam would help her loosen up a bit.

 

Fleur was at least entitled some soothing energy from Valiant's horn, and stepped into the shower with that blue energy cresting over her. The soreness subsided, to a degree, but the physical marks on her neck were another matter entirely.

 

In any case, while she showered her man was busy preparing a proper breakfast and dressing himself. Nudity was fun, of course, but attractive clothing was it's own fun- and it meant you could take it off later. When she finally left the washroom she would find him much as he was yesterday, and during her shower someone had come by to collect the bed sheets.

 

In the daylight the luxury of their room was far more apparent than in their groggy state last night. The table Valiant was sitting at was on red and white tiles, to his immediate left was a seating area of couches with a fireplace and a television. To his right was a balcony, with a view of the palace in the distance. The cost of this place was equal to a normal person's salary for a month, per night.

 

The only difference in his outfit was that his shirt was now blue. Where he was storing the spare god only knew, but it was left unbuttoned as he waited for her and took his own breakfast.

 

Naturally, it was syrup-soaked sausages and some good orange juice to sooth the pains of alcohol. A healthy breakfast, although the portions were... large, to say the least.

 

Fleur sighed gratefully as she felt a soothing, tingling presence wash over her body, followed by the pleasant rush of warm water cascading down her lusciously curvy body. She murmured a quick thanks to her stallion as he left the bathroom, her throat feeling significantly better as she set about washing away the evidence of last night's activities.

 

After a few heavenly moments, and with her mane and tail feeling fresh and luscious once more, she reluctantly turned off the water and stepped out of the shower to dry off. Not working particularly hard to dry her mane, she let the wet, matted hair cascade down her form attractively as she selected a delightfully fluffy bathrobe provided by the hotel to wear before stepping back outside.

 

Seeing him seated at the table with a healthy amount of delicious food arrayed before him, she smiled seductively as she strutted forward, the frankly insufficient bathrobe only adding to the allure of her body as she shimmied her hips slightly with each step. Though it was cinched tight about her waist, her prodigious bust was dangerously close to outright falling out of the upper portion of the robe, the sides of her nipples just barely visible behind the fluffy edge as she sat down at the table. "Good morning, mi amore," she purred softly, her voice a touch deeper than normal and still with a slight rasp to it, but sounding much improved for sure. "Mmmm, this looks delicious," she continued, her eyes drawn to the tasty-looking spread before her.

 

"Only you could make saying good morning sexy, Fleur. How the men of Canterlot haven't killed each other off vying for you is beyond me" Valiant commented, his eyes drawn to her and watching her as she went along. If there was a peak to the female form, that was certainly it.

 

"By the way...." Valiant started, and glanced aside awkwardly before gesturing to his throat. "You got me a little... worked up last night, I'd appreciate it if you wore something over your neck to cover that up," Valiant commented.

 

As much as it turned him on, having his mare go around with his hand marks on her neck was hardly the sort of attention he wanted today, and it detracted from her otherwise perfectly beautiful form.

 

He soon followed up, "And help yourself to breakfast, I ordered for three... I thought you might be hungry."

 

Fleur giggled airily at his compliments, her hand reaching up to her neck almost involuntarily to feel the indents left behind by his strong, vice-like hands. She chuckled again as she pulled a plate over. "You flatter me, darling," she cooed softly, scooping several large helpings of food onto her plate as she did. "And don't you worry about that, I've got just the thing..." she continued before lifting an overloaded forkful of syrupy pancakes to her lips. "Mmmmm," she hummed appreciatively as she savored her first bite before swallowing and quickly going for another.

 

Her mind flicking back to last night, his comments about food and eating bubbled up into her consciousness as she watched him intently watch her eat. Here was an opportunity for a rather interesting experiment, one of which she was most curious what the results would be. Fleur was a mare used to satisfying large appetites, and recently food had become just another one to add to that increasingly growing list, much like her increasingly growing frame...

 

Though the food was delicious, Fleur forced herself not to spend too much time savoring it, opting instead to move forward at a greedy and indulgent pace, shoveling food into her mouth almost faster than she could chew and swallow. She hardly batted an eye when a large glob of syrup detached itself from a bite of pancakes and landed with a soft splat in her prodigious cleavage. "Oops, pardon my mess," she commented unconvincingly, actually rather enjoying the opportunity to eat to her heart's content and have such a rapt audience while doing so. "It's all just so good, I don't think I can stop..."

 

Fleur had a mind sharper than most men imagined. The social assumption was that a man or woman with supreme intelligence would use it for academic pursuits, maybe politics or something else that put them in a position of leadership. As such the thought was a woman that chose to hang off strong men arms would balance her beauty with not much brains.

 

Fleur however was a Canterlot mare, and beneath that beautiful shell was a gifted intelligence that could read Valiant like an open book. The way he watched her eat and slowed himself, clearly seeking only to eat as little as possible to sate himself and not leave Fleur eating alone. The way his eyes opened just a little wider for a moment at her comment. The body language was clear as well, while consciously he was being casual every time Fleur took a heavy draw from her cup or a particularly large mouthful was pulled down her neck he tensed up slightly.

 

The evidence was building. Who's to say he didn't fuck Celestia because of her power... but rather because she was an obese cow of a woman?

 

"Leave it be... I'll clean it when you're done," Valiant teased. His eyes were planted firmly on her breasts as he did so. Fleur didn't seem to mind a wandering gaze.

 

I also have some... perhaps strange questions, but I somehow feel more relaxed around you than most mares. There's something about you, Fleur, something that tells me there's more to you than big tits and good looks."

 

She arched an eyebrow teasingly at him as he said this, swallowing another hefty mouthful of food before pausing for a moment, a napkin floating up to daintily dab at the corners of her mouth. "Oh?" she asked coyly, "and whatever made you think that?" Her eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement as she regarded him keenly but not unkindly, waiting to see what kind of response he would give.

 

"Do I not strike you as your typical high-class mare, Captain Valiant?" she continued, her voice sweet as the sugary syrup she was indulging in as she leaned towards him a bit. Was it just his imagination, or was that bathrobe slightly tighter on her now than it was just a moment ago? "Do you think there is something I might be hiding from you? I assure you, I have answered all of your questions truthfully...but you may ask more if you wish," she finished teasingly before taking another hearty bite of breakfast.

 

Valiant shrugged, and ceased eating himself at that point. With his shirt left unbuttoned he posed himself so that his masculine chest was on display for Fleur. "I'm not quite sure, but we've been together a day and you've seemed.... loyal, to be honest. Perhaps that's not the right word, but you seem to have been honest with me. You're here for fun, sex, and the luxury of living off the crown's dime. Most mares would try to hide that, and the worst mares try to use it for some social grandstanding."

 

The stallion was clearly confused by his feeling, was he falling for her, or was it merely that she was far more friendly and easy to talk to than most of the socialite mares he'd boned? There was a person there, not just tits and a nice tight pussy for him to ruin.

 

"In any case, I've been with quite a few mares—as I'm sure you've been with quite a few stallions. I've never had the chance to ask... just how do you live with fifty pounds of cleavage hanging off your chest? I think I'd go insane."

 

The question was lobbed, and Valiant shifted slightly in his chair to raise his viewing angle. Teasingly, just for a moment, his eyes slid off Fleur's tits or beautiful face and to her middle. They remained just long enough that Fleur got the impression he was checking if she'd gotten any bigger.

 

Fleur full-on laughed at that, her chest and belly heaving as she convulsed with mirth, her soft tinkling voice sounding delightfully soothing to any ears that were fortunate enough to hear. "Ahhh, I'm afraid you've caught me!" she replied with another laugh, seeming to wipe away tears from her eyes as she settled down. "I enjoy the simple joys in life, yes..." she continued, scooping even more food onto her plate as she watched him like a hawk. "Though I tend to enjoy them lavishly, simply because I can," she added softly, taking another bite of pancakes and humming in delight at the taste.

 

Admittedly, Fleur was full. Slightly overfull, in fact, but she was enjoying the food so much, as well as gauging his reaction to her appetite, that her lust and greed were yet to be sated. Thus, on and on she ate, her stomach rounding and becoming increasingly vocal with grumbles and gurgles as it continued to be filled against its will. "As for these?" she added teasingly, shaking her shoulders from side to side causing a rippling cascade of pink boobflesh to wobble enticingly back and forth, threatening with an ever-increasing promise of bursting free from their confines. "A mare has her secrets," she continued with a wink, scooping up another forkful of food as she did so. "Though I suspect by the end of your business here you may be privy to mine," she finished lowly, humming softly as another delicious bite passed her lips.

 

Valiant accepted that response, and to be honest he had only called attention to them so he could see her do exactly what she had done. A mare aware of her own body was quite sensual, especially one so eager to display it. It wasn't hard to tell he enjoyed her showcase, and while she teased him his horn glowed and unraveled her robe so that her next breath seemed to make her breasts burst out.

 

"I'll be eager to learn, Fleur. To some degree I almost wish I was you... with a body like that I'd be hard pressed not to just lie in bed and touch myself for days," Valiant spoke, and bit his lip as a particularly sour gurgle sounded from Fleur's stomach, and he levitated the telephone over with his eyes still on her.

 

"I'm also eager to see how much you're willing to eat, Fleur. I don't normally make myself so obvious... but if I didn't know better you're teasing me. I'm not going to stop you..."

 

An order for a second breakfast was put in and he put the receiver down before leaning on the table and gazing out at her. "I have my own secrets, Fleur, and you seem eager to learn what those are, aren't you?" He spoke, and swept up the last remaining sausage with a hand before putting it to her lips and gently pushing. Fleur wasn't allowed to chew, this one she'd have to swallow whole- or choke on it.

 

"But I'll give you a hint- the more you eat, Fleur, the happier I'll be..."

 

Fleur pouted playfully as he fiddled with her robe. She certainly didn't mind exposing herself to him, not after last night, but she was looking forward to having her puppies burst free of their own accord. But before she could make a fuss about it, the last sausage was pressed to her lips and promptly shoved into her mouth, not giving her any time at all to chew. Falling back on her vast repertoire of acquired skills, Fleur simply relaxed and opened her throat muscles, allowing the tasty morsel to slip unimpeded into her throat before starting its peristaltic descent with a loud gulp. She traced its shape with her fingers as it slipped down her long, slender neck before vanishing behind her bountiful chest, relishing the look on his face as his eyes traced its motion.

 

With the first part of her meal completed, Fleur opened her mouth again to speak but was interrupted by a roaring 'uuuuUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPP!!' She panted slightly after her massive expulsion but quickly recovered her senses. "Mmmm, excusez-moi," she cooed, noting how he seemed to appreciate rather than detest her loud belch. Chuckling lightly, she shot him a smoldering gaze as she leaned towards him. "Who is to say that I don't just lie in bed and touch myself for days...?" she teased, reveling in how his eyes boggled at that unexpected turnabout. Pressing her attack, her hands drifted down to her swollen midsection, deftly untying the robe before letting it slip off her body to either side, exposing her naked, bloated form in all its natural beauty. Rubbing her stomach tenderly, she continued. "I myself do not know just how much I can handle," she purred, almost pressing her nose to his as she looked him right in the eyes.

 

"But if it makes you happy? Well..." Her gut loosed a mournful moan, as if in anticipation of what was yet to come. "I suppose I am willing to find out, hm...?"

 

Valiant slipped out of his chair and he moved around the table, eyes locked on Fleur's and looking into her with a fire similar to last night, although not quite as viscerally violent or sexual. "You, Fleur Dis Lee, know just which buttons to push. I appreciate a mare that can do that. Please me... and I'll make sure you live like a Princess—as long as you treat me like a King."

 

He moved to her side and then behind her, and slapped his hands to her shoulders. Soon he began to massage her firmly, but it wasn't just about that. From here he had a good view to both watch Fleur's body bloat and wobble, and see it sort of from her eyes. In essence the attraction was both in the wistful fantasy of being her while at the same time having her to touch from the outside.

 

The bellhop that delivered their second breakfast had to clear the table, and Valiant allowed him to gaze at Fleur. By the time he left he had a bloody nose and the tent in his tight black pants was absolutely adorable. More importantly, Fleur had more food—clearly enough that she could press her limits.

 

"Go on then, Fleur. Please your stallion," Valiant spoke, and reached down to unzip his pants and wiggle his shaft through. Dear Celestia, he was going to masturbate to this wasn't he? That stallion seemingly had no limits to his output.

 

Valiant soon sat beside her, angled towards her, and slapped his hands to hers. They were soon guided to his erection, and once the game was made clear he started to feed her. His pace was rapid but manageable, allowing her to chew and savor but never take any break between eating. The more her gut sounded sick, the more his shaft writhed, and she could sense he was holding himself back until she found her limits.

 

(And this is the part where I literally fell asleep from exhaustion so uh, sorry about that heh)

 

~~~~~

 

A gentle snow fell outside the hotel window, a simple result of the climate of the Crystal Empire. With the radio on, Fleur became aware that it was a mildly chilled day, but not an altogether cold one. A few degrees above zero, perfect early spring weather for this far north.

 

Breakfast laid heavy upon the mare—literally. Her teasing attempt to play on Valiant's lusts had seen her devour enough food to almost make her sick, and the two bloated curves of her breasts were met by a sizable food-baby that would be hard to hide if she still wanted to flaunt her body. Why hide it, however? Her stallion's eyes had been all over her this morning, swollen midsection included.

 

A stallion that, at the moment, had finally dressed himself for the day. He wore a proper dress shirt and a black suit jacket over it with matching pants, all designed to accentuate and highlight his masculine and well-muscled build. Even in here, in such a casual and relaxed space, his movements and steps had a supreme confidence to them, and teased her with the strength she had experienced first-hand last night. That was a stallion that could break people—and had almost broken her. At his hip, allowed thanks to his position in the guard, was a small ceremonial dagger that tradition obliged him to carry.

 

In fact, she was still sore. "Fleur," Valiant spoke, and stepped up to the window to gaze outside. "You're not afraid of the cold, are you? I was hoping we'd have some time to get to know each other a little, and explore the city."

 

His words said more than just the literal: this was more than a one night stand, or a frisky burst of sexual energy. This could become something more... if Fleur played it right.

 

His voice snapped her out of her temporary stupor, the immense, aching fullness radiating from her core dulling her senses and temporarily overriding all other sensations. Blinking twice and suppressing a groan, she shifted in her seat, letting her robe fall away completely from her shoulders, her stomach gurgling strenuously at just that subtle movement. Now having captured his attention, and reveling in the intense gaze he fixated upon her, she placed one hand on the table and the other on the back of her chair before hoisting herself to her feet with an audible groan, both from her mouth and from her stressed stomach. "Of course not, mon cheri," she replied, the soft and easygoing nature of her tone belying the turmoil within. Despite serious lances of pain from her belly with every small movement, Fleur was determined to not show weakness, and although she wanted to throw up with every step she slowly waddled her naked body across the room to her handbag, hands pressed against her back as if pregnant.

 

"I am just as eager as you to fully experience what the crystal lands have to offer," she continued, shooting him a sultry gaze as she cocked her hips, presenting her form to him in all her bloated glory. "I shall only be a minute." With that, she made to bend over to dig through her wardrobe for something acceptable to wear, only for her eyes to shoot open and her stomach to gurgle ominously at the slightest bit of pressure added to its already overtaxed bloat. A hand shot to her mouth as she had to fight back the urge to lose part of her breakfast, something she was sure Valiant would look most unpleasantly upon. Swallowing hard, she turned to him once again, this time with a mix of arousal and shame, her eyes entreating him as she spoke again. "I'm afraid I might require your assistance, however..." Her tone was almost regretful, of having to ask for assistance from the stallion, but he had made her like this, thus making her his responsibility for the time being...

 

And yet Fleur did show weakness, but her expertly feminine self meant that even that simply restated the roles they were both so eager to fill. Valiant, the leader, the provider, the strong arms. Fleur the beautiful and intelligent body clung to his arm, speaking sweet nothings into his ears.

 

Valiant soon pivoted back from the window and approached her, a charming smile on his face, "Certainly, Fleur. Whatever you need I'm eager to provide," he spoke, and lifted up her handbag before putting it down on a table and opening it. "Arms out, tell me how you wish to be dressed and I'll make it so..."

 

And make it so, he did, most admirably in fact. She had honestly tried, really and truly, but no matter what angle or approach the duo attempted her overstrained stomach simply could not tolerate any lifting of the legs whatsoever...only by shuffling forward on top of them and having Valiant pull them entirely up her legs could she manage to wear a simple pair of panties. Electing to wear a sleek black cocktail dress that fit her ravishingly just that morning but now rode a bit too high for modesty's sake, and a heavy fur coat that ran all the way to her knees and folded over in front, all tied together by a (quite loose) golden silk rope around the waist, a stylish winter hat, furry boots, and trusty handbag, Fleur looked every bit like a noblemare out on the town.

 

Taking just a few short moments in the restroom to apply a modest amount of makeup, in fairly short order she was ready to go, stomach still aching substantially with every movement but she was determined. With the heavy coat on, her rounded midriff was mostly disguised, though the ruse would be up without it. Cocking an eye saucily at her stallion compatriot, she stepped to his side and fluttered her eyelashes seductively. "All done~", she cooed. "Ready when you are."

 

"Always," Valiant returned simply, and took Fleur's arm as if it came as naturally as linking two legos together.

 

Soon she was being led, and the same eagerness to lead and strength behind it was being showcased for Fleur. Valiant didn't ask, he simply did, and took her out of the room after opening the doors with his own magic and walking her down the hall. Those that passed them had to step aside—hell if Valiant was going to give way, especially if trying to be at his best for a mare.

 

"I think, perhaps, we should visit the shops first," Valiant spoke, and pushed the button for the ground floor. In the silence waiting for the elevator, Fleur's stomach churned painfully and despite herself she soon hiccuped a belch.

 

Arm and arm as they were, she could feel Valiant stiffen for a moment—but he said nothing.

 

Fleur wasn't sure exactly what his plans for the afternoon were, but to be quite frank she really didn't care so long as it involved having a good time, something which Valiant had already demonstrated to be most acceptably capable of. All she had to do at this point was focus on keeping her enormous breakfast down; she could leave everything else to him for the time being.

 

The elevator doors parted with a soft *ding!* and the couple confidently strode out, Fleur adopting her trademark almost-smirk as she half-waddled, half-strode beside her stallion, his long strides proving difficult to keep up with in her current encumbered state. Her stomach sloshed softly from side to side as she forced herself to keep pace, her legs jostling her bloated paunch painfully with every step.

 

Soon enough they were out of the hotel, and more eyes followed on them than two attractive ponies arm in arm might lead to. Fleur's... distended bloated disgusting belly drew attention to her, the natural assumption being that perhaps she was carrying his foals. The shape of her middle didn't match the rest of her, so it was a natural conclusion. Why, for someone to eat that much? It was outright dangerous.

 

The air outside was chilly, and the sky an overcast grey. The city however retained a certain amount of beauty even in the gloom, and the brisk weather wasn't altogether unappealing. Together they strode on the side streets, with Valiant a half pace ahead.

 

"So tell me, Fleur—what does a mare like you want out of her life? You have wealth, as far as I know, and social status. What do you set yourself to—what is it that you look at and say 'I want more'?" Valiant asked, just as they crossed the road into a line of shops.

 

Fleur subconsciously reached up to stroke her sore neck through her neck warmer as she pondered how to answer his question. "What do I want out of my life...?" she mused softly, before meeting his eyes with a gentle smile on her face. She knew just how to respond. "What I want out of life...is life itself," she purred, squeezing his hand as she said so. "I crave rich, fulfilling experiences, full of vigor and excitement and suspense," she continued. "I want to feel alive. I want to taste the joys of life. I pursue whatever catches my fancy in the moment, always living now to the fullest I can...I want to see and feel and experience as much as I possibly can," she trailed off, aware of his keen gaze fixated on her as she spoke, as if trying to pierce her skin and see into her very soul, to ascertain if she was telling the truth or spouting fanciful nothings.

 

"What makes me want more, you ask? Just about everything..." Her eyes studied his to read his reaction as she delivered her final blow. "And especially you..."

 

"So you're a hedonist?" Valiant returned, joking with her as he halted the mare at the entrance to the street. "You certainly strike me as one, Fleur, but there's something... more to you. Something that makes me crave your company more than just some big-tit Canterlot whore—and you do have that going on as well, by the way."

 

Deciding on where they would go first, he guided the mare—by the hand now, not the arm—to an upscale clothing store. "Do you know what I want, Fleur?" He opened the door, which gave him a chance to yank her arm and pull her against him, "Everything. Every stallion to serve me, every mare to service me, and everything mine—especially you."

 

He leaned against her, and kissed the mare passionately on her lips, forcing her to stick a leg backwards if she didn't want to fall over, and after only a teasing few moments released. "Now let's pick out something nice, shall we? A mare like you needs to be treated right."

 

Fleur released a breathy giggle as they pulled apart, taken aback by his powerful and forceful forwardness despite quite a bit of past experience on her part. "You are too kind," she purred in response, before pouting and taking on a mildly insulted tone. "But I assure you I have standards that I will uphold...see to it you do not fall short," she continued haughtily, a playfully dangerous glint in her eye as they entered the store proper.

 

Valiant squeezed Fleur's hand in response, painfully, "I never fall short," he spoke, and led the mare inside before releasing her hand. "I'd think you would have learned that last night."

 

The aisles were hers to peruse, and it was certainly a delightful store with some very pricey stuff. Most of it was, however, not quite fitting for her well-curved and endowed figure. Fleur had what some would call a 'Canterlot Body'—and so did Valiant. One where the sexual dimorphism was almost absurd by nature, and the further away from the capital you got the stranger it was. For Valiant, that meant being six foot two and built like a brick shithouse. For Fleur that meant wide and well curved hips and an enormous bust.

 

"Pick out something nice, Fleur, the Equestrian taxpayer will cover the bill."

 

"Awww, how sweet of you," she replied sarcastically. "You shouldn't have." But, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she eagerly pored over racks upon racks of fine dresses with the keen eye of a fashion specialist. She wanted to pick something she could wear on this trip, and if current trends were any indication, as her sore, gurgling tummy was quick to remind her, she needed something with plenty of stomach room.

 

Eventually she settled on a long, flowing purple dress, made of exquisitely high-quality silk and dyed a rich, royal purple, a wonderful complement to the light pink of her own fur and mane. She held it up in front of her, even with her visibly protruding breasts and belly the garment still bunched slightly on the floor. "What do you think, hmm? Stunningly simple, yet elegantly functional~."

 

Valiant's eyes gazed upon her with a palpably judgemental look. Valiant was a thirsty horndog and had stuck his dick in god knew how many mares, for one to truly capture his gaze meant one was truly something special. For Fleur to have it lay upon her with such fierce approval and arousal, drinking in every inch, certainly said something about her—and to the growing outline of an erection in his tight pants. An erection that physically squirmed—if she was staring intently enough—when those eyes laid upon her belly.

 

"I think it's beautiful—and suits you well." Valiant returned, and took Fleur again by the hand to check out. On the way he leaned against her, whispering into her ear. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to get a bra? You're not wearing one are you..." he teased, and came up to pay for her dress.

 

The clerk was eighteen, male, and looked at Fleur like the goddess of sex had just walked in. Where Valiant had gazed the young stallion just stared right at her tits while his muscle memory went through scanning the dress and Valiant's government credit card.

 

As they made their way to checkout, something caught Fleur's attention out of the corner of her eye. "Say, Valiant," she purred, nudging him in the side to get his attention. "Doesn't the Crystal Empire have hot springs~?" She grinned openly as his eyes widened upon seeing what she was referring to. While it seemed out of place, both of them were not about to complain, as hanging on the rack in the corner was a scandalously skimpy two-piece bikini swimsuit that Fleur was positive she could rock his world in. "What do you say, hmmm?" she cooed. "A mare like me is surely worth double, yes?"

 

"Yes, actually. They're near the castle, just a few blocks from here—and only very important ponies have access," Valiant returned. "The public ones are a few miles south and tend to be full of wives and children. Fleur, you're worth triple if you plan on wearing something like that," Valiant continued, easily convinced to buy the thing regardless of the stupidly inflated price.

 

Valiant purchased the second item as well, and the clerk was left drooling like an idiot when they left with a bag being carried by his strong arms. Valiant kept them hand in hand and stepped a pace ahead of Fleur, increasing his pacing to ensure that Fleur was out of breath—and her stomach was in quite some pain. Why he would do so was unknown—was he just eager?

 

Soon however Fleur was yanked, abruptly, into a side alley. Valiant used his strength to thrust Fleur past him and deep inside, and stood in the way of her and the street. Crossing his arms, and making them bulge with strength, he loomed over her and sneered. "Strip."

 

Fleur stumbled and staggered, only barely managing to keep her footing (and her breakfast), before turning to gape in shock at Valiant. Here was a stallion of absolutely unprecedented forwardness, and, well...truthfully it intrigued her just as much as it turned her on. Recovering after only a brief moment or two, her slack-jawed stupefaction quickly morphed into a lecherous grin. "Oh my, captain..." she cooed as she undid her jacket and let it slide off her shoulders to the ground. "Most eager now, are we? I'm afraid I have no option but to comply..." She smirked flirtatiously as her dress was pulled up and over her head and discarded to the ground as well. "If you were hoping for a mare with a little more fight, well I'm afraid you picked the wrong one," she continued, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra, which just about sprang off of her bodacious bust before fluttering to the ground.

 

"Always happy to indulge my adventurous side," she teased, aware that winding him up this much could prove potentially hazardous to her well-being, but too damn horny and curious to care. Wiggling her hips, she struggled to push her panties down as far as she could before they got stuck on her wide, feminine hips. Grunting in frustration, and not particularly interested in seeing his response to any sort of disobedience, she forced herself to squat low enough to get them down to her ankles, her stomach roaring its disapproval and dislodging a deep belch. Now almost fully undressed, she stepped out of her boots and panties all in one fluid motion, now standing before him completely naked, her nipples stiff and perky in the cool northern air.

 

Valiant watched with barely contained glee, and while he tried to look intimidating (and to no small degree was, his body had enough strength to snap Fleur in half if he really wanted), Fleur playing expertly to his desires saw that sneer slowly change to a smile, and his thirsty eyes gazed upon her naked body.

 

Soon enough the swimsuit was thrown at her, and he didn't speak a single word as his horn began to glow. Forcibly, with enough strength it caused her some actual pain when he bent her arms or legs, he dressed her in place. Playing with her body like a ragdoll, and once the skimpy attire was on her he collected her previous dress and put it in their shopping bag.

 

"If I was looking for a mare with fight, Fleur, I would go to Ponyville. You know your place..." One of the more subtle elements of her change of outfit was that the red mark on her neck was now exposed for all to notice; how badly he had ruined her last night would soon be public knowledge.

 

The same magic that had dressed her pulled her forward until she was nose and nose with him, and Valiant thrust himself against her, letting her feel his contained manhood against her belly. "To the springs then, Fleur?"

 

Hand in hand they ventured the rest of the way, and Valiant opened the gates before pushing the guards aside with his magic. They questioned his entry but in the end decided that someone that well built—and armed—taking along a mare like that was definitely not some peasant breaking in, and his confidence won the day as they simply shrugged and closed the gate behind them. The springs were theirs, and theirs alone, and finally Fleur got a reprieve from the brisk air.

 

Fleur, for her part, took the whole escapade like a champ. Valiant was full of more surprises than she could have ever imagined, and predicting his behavior was proving to be nigh-on impossible. Whereas she was expecting to get ravaged right then and there in the alley, and had even been looking forward to it a little bit, instead she was bodily thrust into her newly acquired swimwear and marched down the street straight to the hot springs. Anypony who saw them pass were probably confused by the bewildered-looking pregnant mare in a swimsuit being led by a beast of a stallion, but none of that really registered until the gate was already clanging shut behind them. Shaking herself off and chastising her lapse in attentiveness, she resolved to be more expecting of the unexpected and shot him a sideways smirk as she finally recuperated enough mental faculties to speak up.

 

"Oh my~. That was your plan?!" she tittered softly as the absurdity of what had just happened came rushing in fully. One thing was for sure, this stallion invigorated her, made her feel alive like no other! It was...intoxicating. "Never a dull moment with you, hmm?" she cooed, grateful that the air finally seemed to be heating up as they neared the springs, her stomach still gurgling with distress at all the rapid movement, but starting to settle at least.

 

And she had certainly been right about one thing...hot damn did she look good in this swimsuit!

 

Valiant slapped Fleur on the ass hard enough to throw her to the rocky ground and stepped past her, pivoting around and sitting himself down as he took off his top, slowly unbuttoning it. "That is the plan, Fleur, yes. I wanted to parade you around like breeding stock for a bit—did you enjoy it? All those eyes on you, hanging off my arm like you're a trophy to be presented and shown off. I think you did."

 

His shirt was soon cast aside, revealing his muscled upper body, and he got to work on his pants. Just as he was doing so an older stallion in a suit and tie entered from another direction across the steaming pool, and started to lay out a few dishes on another metal table. Valiant took notice of it, but kept it to the side for now.

 

"I had half a mind to rut you in the alley, Fleur... but it's almost... almost like you make me feel bolder, like you're bringing out the best in me. I couldn't, as much as I wanted to, you haven't corrupted me that far, siren..." Valiant teased, taunting her with the possibility she could use her sexuality to manipulate him to whatever ends.

 

The pants were soon off as well, and soon after the briefs. Basking in the warm air, he stepped up and around the pool. His body was as much on display as hers—if not more—and his rock-hard soldier stood tall and strong before him. When he came to the meal that stallion had left, he took note of it and looked across to Fleur.

 

"It's for Cadance and Shining, quite a heavy meal too," he noted, and yanked off the small placard declaring that before throwing it into the water. "Do you think she deserves it, Fleur—or do you?" Valiant spoke, and locked his eyes with her. "Or do we?"

 

The way they corrupted each other and brought out their desires... that was going to get them in trouble, eventually, but it gave everything such an erotic danger as well. Soon enough Valiant stepped into the pool, facing her as he did so, and sat himself down inside before levitating the meal down beside him, and gesturing for her to join.

 

Fleur panted lightly from where she sat on all fours on the cold, rocky ground, knocked there by a truly epic rump slap that had her buttocks still stinging. She looked up at him, sitting calmly and coolly in the hot, bubbling water, leering openly at her, daring her to make her move. Her mane hung before her face, partially obscuring her vision as her chest heaved and her mind raced. It had become exceedingly apparent that they had found their way to the personal hot springs of the Prince and Princess, and given that a meal had been set out for them it would be logical to reason they would be arriving shortly. What would they think, finding two strangers sitting in their hot spring eating their food? And the big question that Fleur couldn't quite wrap her head around: did she even care? With Valiant at her side, she felt almost untouchable, his unflappable confidence extending to her as well.

 

The other major question was could she even handle all that? Her stomach groaned morosely, as if to warn her against what she desperately desired. She was still painfully full from this morning, and there looked to be a lot of food over there. But the temptation was real...oh was it ever real. To greedily devour the princess' meal in her own private hot springs, to indulge herself beyond what she'd ever considered possible, to give in and surrender any and all semblance of control of the situation to the stud awaiting her decision...it was too much. Allowing an almost manic grin to cross her face, she made up her mind. Rising to her feet with a soft grunt, she stared Valiant down for a moment...and then started to walk closer. "Though my mind screams at me not to do it...I simply cannot resist," she muttered softly as she approached, enjoying how his eyes were glued to her every movement, her bosom swinging free and heavy in the loose confines of the swimsuit.

 

"You are..." she paused for a moment, searching for an appropriate word to sum up her feelings. "...Incredible," she breathed, stepping into the hot water and cooing in delight. "I shouldn't...I know I shouldn't...but for you, Valiant?" Closer still she ventured, until she was face to face with him, forehead to forehead as they stared into each other's eyes lustily, each driving the other to heights previously unthought of. "I would do anything," she whispered with finality, giving herself over well and truly to him, before leaning in for a brief kiss on the lips. Smirking, she turned to the princess' meal, and her horn flared to life as the dishes began to float towards her...and she started to eat.

 

"Correct," Valiant returned simply, and slid one hand below the water to work at himself while Fleur ate. "You will eat all of that, you know our meeting with them is in an hour, right? I did this all on purpose, Fleur. I was hoping for them to simply find us down here rutting like animals and dirtying their water, but finding that you had eaten their lunch is even better—and you had goddamn well better eat all of it or I am... going to hurt you."

 

Magically, Valiant pulled Fleur's arm behind her back and rammed her face down into a plate of food, using it as a focal point. The sheer pain of his forceful move was incredible, and Fleur could feel her arm bones physically bend, threatening to outright snap, before he released that magical force from her—his position made clear enough.

 

"Or maybe I'll hurt you anyway—it's my choice, isn't it? You're mine, my toy, and I tend to be rather... rough with my toys, as I'm sure you know," Valiant spoke, and soon Fleur could hear him raise himself out of the water.

 

She could hear his steps, confident footfalls against the rocky floor behind her.

 

Then she felt his eight inch erection ram into her marehood with enough force to lift her off her feet, and his hands slapping to her sides before his breath was on her ear. "Eat," he spoke simply, and forcefully rutted her with enough ferocity to crack her pelvis slightly. "All of it...."

 

The final piece to it all was a glimmer of silver, as Valiant put his dagger to Fleur's throat, hovering it inches away in his left hand while his right wrapped around her to grip her breast.

 

The meal itself was quite significant. Cadance was a large woman herself, well curved and at the moment pregnant. Shining was a six foot man with a similar but inferior shape to Valiant. Thusly both meals were substantial, and one was much higher in protein with bacon and eggs while the other was simply an enormous chicken Caesar salad. Between them, a bottle of wine and a pitcher of water, and dessert of two sizable chocolate brownies.

 

Fleur gasped at his sudden and once again unexpected forcefulness, whimpering in pain slightly as her arm was nearly wrenched out of its socket. Her entire lower half was on fire as he nearly split her open yet again, maintaining a vigorous and punishing pace, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a hint of glimmering steel hovering near her neck, her breath hitching in her throat as she realized the extra danger. All of these sensations combined were overwhelming enough to temporarily make her forget about her painfully full stomach, and she dove into the food before her like a starved animal.

 

She couldn't really care less what exactly the food was, simply dumping it all onto one plate with her magic and shoving her muzzle into it greedily, scarfing away as fast as she dared while still taking enough breaths not to choke. Valiant's pumping continued unabated, her voluptuous body bouncing about as she was thoroughly used by her stallion, his hands groping her belly and tits as she moaned needily, forcing a particularly large mouthful of food down her throat with a powerful swallow.

 

She continued inhaling 'her' meal at an unhealthy pace, not daring to stop for even a moment for fear of what he might do to her. Uncorking the bottle of wine with her magic, she crammed it into her gullet and gulped greedily at its contents, her eyes watering and throat burning as she chugged the alcoholic beverage, but she was relentless. Having drained half the bottle she pulled it away with a gasp, only for her mouth to be immediately crammed full of another heaping mouthful. She moaned long and low as she chewed frantically, swallowing as rapidly as she could without choking, the delightful tastes on her tongue mingling with what was now intense pleasure coming from below, just like the night before.

 

Fleur plowed straight on through the halfway point of the pile of food, hardly even noticing her swelling stomach groaning and churning in increasing distress. All she could feel was more, more, more cramming its way into her greedy maw, her lower half ablaze with pleasure as he sawed in and out of her with savage intensity, an occasional pinprick at her neck as the dagger wandered just a smidgen too close, threatening to spill her blood as swiftly as she spilled food into her groaning food-sack of a stomach. Reaching the last little bits of the plateful of food, she rapidly scooped up as much as she could with both her hands and magic before shoveling it into her mouth, the crazed mare only stopping to lick the plate clean before grabbing the wine bottle and necking it once more.

 

*Gulp...gulp...gulp...* went her throat as the liquid drained into her absurdly huge stomach, now making her look full-term pregnant with twins! Her hands flew to her belly, desperate to relieve any little bit of the now-building pressure roiling inside her. As the last dregs were sucked down her throat, a raucous belch blew its way free from her depths, forcefully ejecting the bottle to who-cares-where with the sharp tinkling of breaking glass. Leaning back into his broad chest, Fleur moaned wantonly as her hugely rounded stomach quivered up and down with his thrusts, so incredibly stuffed it could hardly do more than that while the rest of her corpulent body flailed about, the pleasure she was feeling starting to build towards a feverish pitch. Grasping at either side of her belly, which was starting to look a bit pinker than usual, she levitated forth the first brownie and crammed the entire thing into her drooling maw.

 

The brownies were thick and gooey, her jaw laboring to break up the chocolatey morass as her eyes rolled in their sockets. Up came the pitcher of water, dumping into her mouth in a desperate attempt to soften up the mass of confection clogging it up. More glunking, gagging swallows sounded out as her throat forced massive chunks of chocolate to join the increasingly-strained depths of her stomach, rivulets of chocolate-tainted water dribbling from the corners of her mouth and running down her body, leaving brown streaks wherever they went. Setting down the pitcher, her hands still magnetized to a stomach so large she could no longer reach its outermost swell, she gulped and gulped and gulped again, steadily forcing the last remnants of the huge brownie down her throat.

 

A wet, sickly belch sounded out as the last swallow reached its destination, droplets of chocolatey saliva spattering her chest as she let loose. Her gaze was wild and unfocused, her mind just about delirious from pain and pleasure, but somehow she managed to focus on the last remaining brownie. Swiftly, before she ran the risk of logic or self-preservation winning out and preventing her decision, she rammed the final brownie into her mouth and continued chewing, gasping and wheezing as she huffed through the mass of chocolate, every short, gasping breath feeling like it could be her last as her stomach threatened to rupture. Now truly filled to the brim, Fleur groaned in pain as another small swallow made its way down the pipe, acutely aware of how burstingly full her stomach was, the pain from this morning paling in comparison to what she felt now.

 

Up came the pitcher of water. A sip followed by a swallow. Sip followed by swallow. Sip, swallow. This pattern repeated itself continually as Valiant started pounding harder, his thrusts starting to become erratic as his pleasure built, literally feeling her stomach expand beneath his fingers with every strained gulp. At long last, however, Fleur managed to choke down the last of the food and drink, her belly almost popping right then and there from the effort as she collapsed forwards, resting her head on her arms on the edge of the pool, gasping and keening shallowly as her body continued to be ravaged. Her stomach was tinged a menacing red at its apex as it dipped into the hot water, offering a tiny bit of relief compared to the sheer, overwhelming pain she felt. "Ohhhhh...V-Valllyyyyyy~" she crooned, a short hiccup escaping her lips as she groaned once more. "S-soooooo f-fullllll...gah...g-gonna...p-pop...ooooooh..." she continued to moan in agony, her belly pulsing and churning beyond angrily.

 

This only made him thrust harder. Her gasps and moans becoming steadily shorter and higher in pitch before finally she could handle no more. "V-Vaaaaal...b-burst...burst...burstiiiiiiiiiinggggg..." she screamed out as the sensations overwhelmed her and she exploded...in orgasm. Her body trembled and rocked as it was ravaged by the most powerful orgasm of her life, her insides squeezing and milking at the member embedded within her as she screamed breathlessly, her chest heaving and belly rumbling as her marehood gushed like a fountain. Completely incapable of rational thought, Fleur felt her consciousness starting to fade a bit...her vision starting to tunnel as his thrusts turned slow and powerful...before erupting once, twice, three times, again and again and again... Her stomach swelled even larger as he added his load to the potentially fatal one already residing in her belly, her marehood surging once more as she climaxed yet again.