> Like A Virgin
>  by Ebony Stallion
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> Prologue: It's Not A Secret To Everpony
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Like A Virgin

By Ebony Stallion

Prologue: It’s Not A Secret To Everypony


Today was a very important day.

Sure, it may seem like a typical Friday night to many, and it probably is.

However, today marks the anniversary of the birth of a very important pony.

Although, to be frank, Anthea was not entirely sure as to when she was born. The only indication she ever got was that she was born in the springtime, and that was that. It wasn’t till her adoption by the forever kind pegasus Fluttershy that she even thought about it.

And from that point forward, May 25th became the day on which she was born twenty one years ago.

Anthea had been looking towards this day quite fondly all year. Not because she would now be of legal age to purchase liquor (though either way, she considered that a plus), but because tonight, all of her mare friends would be coming over for a girls’ night in for the first time in years.

Back then, she and all her friends were a close knit group, willing to spend almost every waking moment in each others’ company, having a Tartarus of a time…but as years passes, everypony began to go their separate ways and follow their dreams. Sure, she still kept in touch with all of them every now and then, but it wasn’t the same as to when they would partake in activities together, whether it be a day down at the lake, or hunting down a mischief-making, dark magic-wielding, and very theatrical (and handsome) trickster.

Anthea gave a smirk as her horn lit up, setting a tablecloth over the center table of the room. She just can’t help but smile every time she thinks back to that incident six years ago. It was certainly a story to tell your grandkids or a bunch of ponies who likes reading fanfiction for a living.

She was alone at her cozy little cottage that she bought with her recently-made husband, Turquoise Blitz, the younger son of Rarity and Spike, setting up decorations and spreading out all the refreshments and snacks for the party. Turquoise volunteered to stay behind and help, but Anthea knew better. She loved him to death and everything, but he always wanted to be in her company at all times

Whether it was of concern for her well-being, given that she was nearly-blind (being barely able to see thanks to her magic) or for some irrational fear that she would leave him, she did not know. All that mattered was that she wanted this to be a night for only her and the girls and it took her up to an hour to finally get the kirin out the door and send him off to hang out with the guys.

After making sure the tablecloth was on straight, Anthea did a mental checklist.

“Okay, let’s see…” Anthea pondered, “Decorations…check. Refreshments…check. Husband gone…double check…geez, I am sounding more like Princess Twilight everyday.” She chuckled, “Now all I need now are the…”

A couple of knocks on her door cut off her train of thought.

“Oh, good, right on time!” Anthea thought giddily.

The lilac unicorn mare made her way over to the front door and with a simple flick of the horn, she opened the door and with a smile as big as Luna’s moon, she greeted, “Welcome to the party!”

“Happy birthday, Annie!” A light blue Earth Pony mare with a pink-puffy mane was the first to respond, giving a bear hug to the unicorn.

She is Cotton Candy, the eldest daughter of Pinkie Pie and Pokey Pierce. Over the years, she had become a well-acclaimed event organizer, earning praises from all over Equestria. Her line of work usually requires her to travel often, and far from Ponyville.

“Many happy returns, dear.” A tall light pink mare with two pair of horns growing from her head and claws for hooves with a lavender mane spoke elegantly.

This is Crystal Clarity (or Claire for short), the daughter and older child of Spike and Rarity, and sister to her husband, Turquoise. She ran a jewelry business called Hearthfire Jewelries in Canterlot, and was usually too busy to come down to Ponyville. It didn’t help that she was currently dating Illusion, the son of Princess Celestia and the reformed spirit of chaos, Discord.

“Yeah, happy birthday, Ann.” A yellow-orange…ish pegasus mare, much shorter than the three mares around her, smirked.

Her name is Starburst, the firstborn daughter of Princess Twilight Sparkle and her husband Flash Sentry. Over the years, she had worked towards and eventually achieved her dreams of joining the Royal Guard in Canterlot, and had been stationed there ever since, trying for the position of Royal Guard Captain.

“I’m so glad that you girls could make it!” Anthea smiled.

“We wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Cotton chuckled as she and the other two made their way in, with presents on their back, or in Claire’s case, being levitated aside her, “I hadn’t seen you in like, forever!”

“Cotton, dear, didn’t she come over to your house and gave you the invitation two weeks ago?” Claire asked, setting her present down on a table.

“Well, yeah, but it might as well be forever.” Cotton shrugged.

“Cotton’s right, Claire, we really hadn’t seen each other in a while.” Starburst explained, “I mean, you and I both live in Canterlot and only a few times had we ever spoke to each other.”

“That’s going to change, though.” Anthea stated promptly, “How about you girls get settled down and enjoy the refreshments, while I wait for the other guests.”

“Other guests? Who else did you invited?” Starburst asked.

As if something was waiting for that question to be asked, two more mares soon came up to the door, both of them carrying gifts for the party.

“Hey, did I miss the party?” A purple pegasus with a light blue mane chuckled.

“Ah hope not. Ah haven’t really been to one for years.” Said an Earth Pony mare, also purple, with a pinkish-red mane with light pink stripes and a red bandana wrapped around it.

The pegasus is Whirlwind, the only daughter of Thunderlane and Cloud Chaser. She used to be one of Ponyville’s weather ponies, but was eventually accepted into the Wonderbolts Academy, where she was offered a position in a new team devised by Prism Bolt, the son of Rainbow Dash and Soarin, called the Storm Wardens. Whirlwind also went on to marry Prism, and they were happy as can be.

The Earth Pony mare, on the other hand, was Red June, the only child of Big Macintosh and Cheerilee. Out of all of Anthea’s mare friends, she was the only one that remained in Ponyville, alongside her cousin and Anthea’s best friend, Golden Delicious. As of now, she was still apple-buckin’, with a bit of cherry buckin’ on the side.

“Oh no, you haven’t, guys. Come right in!” Anthea gestured them to come inside, as the two did, she said, “I was worried you two would be too busy to make it.”

“Please, Annie, I might be off going hoof-to-hoof with natural disasters every so often, but I am never too busy for a party!” Whirlwind smirked, setting the gift on the table with its ilk.

“Darn tootin’.” Red June nodded in agreement, “Look at you, Annie, the big two-one…Ah take it that you will be happenin’ upon our stand come cider season?”

“And that you will drink responsibly?” Claire added.

“Says the kirin that can’t handle two mugs of beer without getting hosed.” Cotton jabbed.

“Cotton, would you kindly refrain from mentioning that incident?” Claire cast a sideways glare, speaking in a calm, yet very horrifying tone.

“Oh come on, Claire, lighten up.” Whirlwind chuckled, “There’s no shame in being a light-weight. Look at Star over here, she’s the ‘lightest’ out of all of us.”

“Oh, ha, ha.” Starburst sarcastically laughed, “At least I don’t have a husband who would eat dirt to drink up the cider he spilt.”
Whirlwind frowned as everypony laughed at that remark, but as they did, her frown soon turned into a smile as she joined in on the laugh.

“Oh, how I miss us hanging out together.” Cotton sighed, “It’s just like old times.”

Anthea looked in on the group with a smile, still waiting at the door, when a petite voice addressed.

“Erm, excuse me…”

The lilac unicorn turned to see another unicorn standing before her, a present levitating at her side. She was of an alabaster color, with a light pink mare. She was certainly taller than more mares Annie knew, and for that, she could easily tell who she was.

She is Créme de la Crème, the sole daughter of philanthropist Fancypants and supermodel Fleur de Lis. Anthea didn’t really know her as well as the others, as she was a friend of Claire from Canterlot. Heck, they only met because Créme wanted to check out Ponyville.

“Ah, Créme, so good to see you.” Anthea smirked, “Hope you got over here without any trouble.”

“I did…although I guess I got a little lost on the way.” Créme admitted as she came in.

“Créme?” Claire noted, seeing her best friend, “This is a surprise, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“That makes two of us.” Créme admitted, “To be honest, when I got the invitation in the mail, I wasn’t sure if I remember which of your friend was Anthea.”

“Well, Créme, you are Claire’s best friend.” Anthea explained, leaving her position at the door to join her guests, “And to me, you are just as much as part of the group as the rest of us.”

“Well, that was mighty kind of ya, Annie.” Red June nodded.

“Thanks. Besides, it’s like Cotton’s mom always say, the more the merrier.” Anthea smiled.

“Yup, can’t get wiser than my mom!” Cotton puffed up proudly, as she glanced at the decorations, “By the way, I love what you done with the place, Annie.”

“You mean Anthea did this?” Créme looked around, “But I thought Anthea was-”

“Créme…” Claire looked at her with a warning glance.

“No, it’s fine, Claire.” Anthea soothed her, “It wasn’t easy, but I like to think I did a fine job decorating. I had practicing weeks in advance so that this party went off without a hitch. It’s the first time in forever that we had all really gathered in one place, so it had to be extra special for my friends.”

“Well, a job well done, Annie.” Whirlwind chuckled.

“Yeah. I guess with us all going our separate ways, we all fell out of touch.” Starburst admitted, “It truly is nice for us to catch up on old times.”

“Couldn’t agree more, darling.” Claire smiled, glancing at all the sweets and refreshments, “And it seems like you had pulled out all the stops for your own birthday party.”

“Only the best for my friends, right?” Anthea beamed, “Even did up a list of games and stuff for us to do.”

“Well, what the heck are we waiting for?” Cotton asked, as she zoomed over to the refreshment table, “Let’s get this party started!”

“Now we’re talking!” Whirlwind cheered with her as she joined the Earth Pony mare.

All the other mares clamored in agreement as cups of punch was handed out among them.

“Okay, ladies, before we proceed with celebrating my dear sister-in-law’s birthday, may I propose a toast?” Claire smiled, as she raised her cup, “To our dear and beloved friend, Anthea, whose wisdom and extremely perverse sense of humor had brought us looks of mortification and laughter.”

“Hear, hear to that, Claire.” Starburst chuckled, “To Anthea.”

“To Anthea!” The rest of the mares raised their cups, and proceed to partake of their beverages, from Créme’s dainty sip to Whirlwind’s huge gulp.

“Aw, thanks, you guys. You’re the best!” Anthea smiled, raising her glass in acknowledgement, before taking her punch in one gulp.

“Wow, Annie, ya downed that drink fast!” Red June smirked.

“Well, I have been practicing in case one of you gals challenged me to a game of shots.” Anthea blushed in embarrassment.

“Speaking of shots…” Whirlwind went over to the ‘gift’ table and grabbed the box that she had brought over, as she passed it over to Anthea, “For you, Annie.”

“Ooh…” Anthea smiled, as she quickly used her magic to tear off the wrapping, and opened the box. She had to wince to make out the shape of the contents, “Oh, Whirlwind, are these…?”

“Custom shot glasses?” Whirlwind finished, with a smile, “Yep. Prism’s mom told me about this awesome glass-maker that made her some for Mrs. Pie’s birthday. Figured it would be perfect for the occasion.”

Indeed it was. In the box was eight shot glasses, each a different tint of color, and on each of them was a cutie mark, matching each of the mare in the room…with the exception of one…

“Wow, that’s very cool, Whirlwind!” Anthea smiled, setting the box down and lifting the one that was light green with her cutie mark, “Thank you so much!”

“It was nothing!” Whirlwind smirked at the smile on Anthea’s face, “Although it’s a gift for all of us. A shot glass custom made for each and one of us.”

“Hmph, still cool.” Anthea smirked right back.

“Hmm, funny…” Créme pondered.

“What, Créme?” Cotton asked.

“There are seven of us here…yet there are eight shot glasses…” Créme pondered, as she lifted out a shot glass that was of a dark gray tint, and had a cutie mark the shape of a cloud with z’s on it, “Is there somepony we’re missing?”

“I dunno. You tell me…” A voice sounded behind her.

Créme jumped in shock with an ‘eep!’, dropping the shot glass, only to be quickly caught by Starburst.

Everypony looked towards the source of the voice. Standing at the door was a dark gray mare with a light blue mane. She would pass for a normal pegasus, had it not been for the horn sticking clearly from her forehead and instead of the usual wings a pegasus possesses, she had wings much akin to that of bats. She had a look of boredom etched on her face and yet another gift levitating aside her.

“Ah, Nidra!” Anthea chuckled, “I was afraid you weren’t going to make it!”

“Well, I didn’t have anything better to do. It was either stay at home or come here.” Nidra shrugged nonchalantly, before giving a small smile, “Besides, I couldn’t let you girls have all the fun without me.”

This is Princess Nidra, or Nidra as her friends call her. She is the daughter of Princess Luna and one of her former night guards, Supernova (which is a rather odd name for a thestral, but I digress). Due to her status as princess and her mother being the princess of the night, she spends a lot of her time in Canterlot, even more so the last couple of years.

“You invited Nidra?” Créme pondered, “But I thought Nidra hated-”

Claire elbowed the posh unicorn before she could finish that sentence.

“Took ya long enough, Nidra.” Whirlwind jabbed, “Didn’t think you were coming!”

“Well, you know me…I love to arrive fashionably late.” Nidra said coolly, as she stepped in aside Starburst, and levitated her special shot glass from her hoof, “Thank you.” She then turned to Anthea, “So what did I miss?”

“Well, I was about to break into the gifts.” Anthea answered, “Whirlwind got me those awesome shot glasses…and if they were any indication, I think the other gifts might have something to do with them, including yours, or am I wrong, Nidra?”

“Heheh, nothing gets past you, Annie.” Nidra laughed, passing her gift over to Anthea.

“Wow…Nidra is laughing…” Créme whispered incredulously to Claire, “I thought with the whole thing with your brother…”

“Just don’t talk about it, dear…it’s a very sore subject.” Claire sighed.

“Hey, enough chit-chat. Come on, Annie, open up your presents!” Cotton cheered.

Minutes later, Anthea opened up the last of her gifts, and she was right: all of her gifts were an assorted bunch of alcoholic beverages.

From Red June was a bottle of ‘Big Red’s Cherry Wine’.

“Made and fermented by Cherry’s husband himself and winner of ‘Best Wine of Equestria’ twenty years running.” Red June smirked proudly.

Claire’s gift was a bottle of sparkling champagne.

“It’s leftover from my and Illusion’s last anniversary as coltfriend and marefriend. Since I can’t handle it, and Illusion doesn’t drink much, I figure you’ll get a better use out of it.” Claire admitted.

Créme got Anthea…a jug of Sweet Apple Acres’ apple cider, much to other’s surprise.

“Um, Golden Delicious gave it to me a while back. It’s not re-gifting if I didn’t really have use for it, is it? Créme worried.

“No it isn’t…but ya do realize this brand ain’t alcoholic, right?” Red June pointed out.

Créme went silent.

“I did not.”

Meanwhile, Starburst’s and Nidra’s gifts turned out to be vintage bottles of wine that seems to be older than the princesses themselves.

“Guess we both had the same idea.” Starburst deadpanned.

“Hmph, I thought of it first.” Nidra cast an annoyed glare.

And lastly, Cotton’s gift was a bottle branded ‘Fireball Whiskey’.

“Fireball Whiskey? I never heard of it.” Whirlwind admitted.

“Oh, it’s because this only comes on sale once or twice a year. Trust me, this baby packs a wallop.” Cotton chuckled.

“Well, thank you all very much for these gifts, guys…” Anthea smirked, “So…who’s up for busting these babies open and PARTAY?!”

“All of them?” Claire asked incredulously, “Annie, I know you just turned 21 and everything, but that’s a lot of alcohol to be partaking in…”

“Oh come on, Claire, live a little!” Whirlwind snickered.

“Yeah, this is Annie’s birthday, and we should live it up and throw down!” Red June declared.

“June has a point, ya know.” Starburst nodded, “Besides, I had been working myself to the bone for the past month. I earned this!”

“Alright…” Claire sighed, “But don’t come complaining to me when you all are hung over!”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get to drinking!” Cotton raised her shot glass, a light blue glass with her cutie mark, eliciting cheers from every pony.

And so the party went into full swing. Games were played, ranging from the very popular Apples to Apples to Twister to even Pin the Tail on the Pony (which Anthea had managed to win every time). They even went on to unconventional games, such as Pluck The Pegasus (much to Whirlwind’s dismay, as none of the mares dared to pluck from Starburst). There were also a few drinking games in the mix.

Regardless of the games they played, the group of mares were having the time of their lives, enjoying each others’ company, while getting off friendly jabs against each other. It was not before long before it was late in the evening, and most of Anthea’s ‘gifts’ were now empty.

Anthea and her friends were now in her bedroom, all of them lying down, giggling merrily after a game of ‘Charade’. They were all blissfully ‘buzzed’, with the exception of Claire, who had insisted on drinking the non-alcoholic apple cider, but even then, the happiness was infectious to the kirin as well.

“Oh, wow…” Créme tittered, “That was…that was…”

“You said it, darling.” Claire smiled, “I hadn't this much fun in ages.”

“Just like old times, huh?” Cotton smirked.

“You said it.” Starburst nodded, before coughing a bit, “But man, you weren’t kidding, Cotton, that Fireball Whiskey does pack a punch.”

“Yeah, Ah swear, when you drank it, yar eyes went through all sorts of colors and Ah think ya coughed up fire.” Red June noted.

“Say, Claire, you’re sure you don’t want a shot of that?” Whirlwind lifted the half-empty bottle of the said whiskey.

“Sorry, dear, but I can’t even handle half a mug without getting tipsy.” Claire sighed, “I would hate to see what the ‘Fireball’ would do to me…”

All of a sudden, Starburst let out a yawn…

“Well, it’s getting late. We should all get home and sleep all this liquor off.” The smallest pegasus declared, stretching as she sat upright.

“Aw, but Star, we were having so much fun…” Cotton pouted.

“Yeah, Starburst, the night is still young!” Nidra declared proudly, “Unless you are meaning to tell you are more ‘light’ than you let on…”

“I am not!” Starburst defended testily, “It’s just that we don’t really have much more to do.”

“Ah guess Star does have a point. How about we all have one more drink and be on our way, okay?” Red June suggested.

“Fine by me.” Whirlwind shrugged, taking the remaining bottle of the Canterlot wine, and pouring them into Cotton, Créme, Red June, and Anthea’s shot glasses, as well as hers. Claire simply poured herself another glass of the apple cider and Starburst and Nidra opted for the Fireball Whiskey.

“To our friend, Anthea.” Cotton smiled, “For throwing a great party and bringing back the gang back together for one incredible day. Only wished it didn’t had to end.”

“Amen to that.” The rest of the mares nodded in agreement.

“Well, actually, girls, I do have one more thing we can do…” Anthea mused, as she took a sip from her glass.

“Like what, darling?” Claire asked, as she and the rest of the mares proceed to drink from their glasses.

“Oh, nothing crazy…maybe share our first-mating stories.”

In that instant, five mares did a spectacular spit-take at once, while the ones who were drinking the Fireball took too big of gulps, leaving them both coughing up a storm (not a mention a bit of fire).

“Dang…it…Annie.” Starburst groaned between coughs, puffing up a bit of smoke in the process.

“Goodness gracious, Anthea!” Claire gasped, catching her breath from the spit-take, “Where in Equestria did you pick up such a sordid idea?!”

“Well, I only figured since it was just us gals…” Anthea tried to explain.

“But Annie, talking about when we first had sex?! That’s all kinds of personal!” Red June said, flabbergasted.

“Yeah, I mean, that sounds crazy, even for you.” Whirlwind rubbed her mane.

“Sorry, you guys, I didn’t mean to offend anypony.” Anthea shrugged, “It’s just that my mom told me about this time at Cotton’s mom’s party about how they talked about how they lost their virginity…”

“Oh, you mean on her 21st birthday?” Cotton piped up, prompting everypony to glance at her, “What? It’s true. Mom kept going on about how it was her best birthday ever.”

“Now that you mention it…I think I remember hearing my mom doing something along the line of that.” Starburst recalled.

“Me too, now I think about it.” Claire mused, “Apparently, before my mother started going out with my father, she had a one-night stand with a Wonderbolt named Rapidfire.”

“Whoa, seriously?” Whirlwind did a double-take, “Your mom did Spitfire’s older bro?”

“I think so. My father did introduced them to each other at one point, or so he told me.” Créme pointed out.

“Well, Ah recalled my aunt Applejack having relations with this nice feller she met when visiting Manehatten a long while back. Chip, Ah think his name was.” Red June mused.

“Wait, as in Potato Chip? The guy who made the French Fries?” Nidra raised a brow.

“You think that is odd…according to my dad, Prism’s mom did it with Mrs. Hooves back in Flight School.” Whirlwind explained, “Though it got them kicked out of there.”

“Well, my mom told me about how she dated Big Mac a while back.” Anthea cut in.

“Wait, you mean…my pops and Miss Fluttershy…” Red June sat agape.

“Made bagpipin’ music?” Cotton finished for her, “Not only that, I think Star’s mom did the sideway hokey pokey with your mom as well.”

“My mom did what?!” Red June, along with Starburst, yelled, eyes alit in horror.

“I know, it’s crazy…crazy as my mom gettin’ it on with Prince Armor, Princess Cadance, and Princess Celestia all at once…” Cotton mused.

The room silent.

“WHAT?!” Everypony yelled.

“Relax, it was just a wet dream…well, at least she thinks it was a wet dream…my mom wasn’t exactly clear with the details.” Cotton put a hoof to her chin.

“Can we get back to the topic at hoof, ladies?” Claire called out, as she turned to Anthea, “Anthea, I know you meant well and all, but the…topic…at hoof isn’t really a kind of thing that is discussed freely…more like something to be talked about behind closed doors with ponies you know…if not at all, of course.”

Silence ensued.

“You mean like now?” Cotton pointed out.

“Well, yes, but…” Claire protested.

“Oh, come on, Claire, I think it would be fun.” Anthea insisted, “I mean, it’s no secret that you and I lost our virginity. And I’m sure everypony in this room lost their virginity, right?” She turned to everypony else.

Each and one of the other mares started looking in different directions in response, trying not to look at one another, each of them mute…till Créme decided to speak.

“I have…” Créme raised her roof.

“You? Seriously?” Nidra raised a brow incredulously.

“Yes, I have.” Créme frowned, “I mean, surely you have, haven’t you?”

The question caught Nidra off guard by a bit.

“Uh-of course I have!” Nidra defended quickly, “And I enjoyed it!”

“Well, I guess I might had done it before…” Starburst admitted, blushing a bit.

“Guess we’re in the same boat then.” Red June shrugged, “Ah gone and done it myself…but seriously, my mom and Princess Twilight?!”

“I got some tail too!” Cotton piped up instantly…before calming down just as quickly, “I mean, I had done it before too.”

“Me too.” Whirlwind agreed, “I guess we all experienced the joy of pre-martial sex…”

“That may be so, dear, but stories about how we were…” Claire cleared her throat uncomfortably, “Taken by a certain somepony isn’t usually a kind of conversation ponies have with one another…”

“Look, the bottom line is, we’ve all done it, Claire.” Anthea smiled softly, “Look, you and the others don’t have to share if you don’t want to…but do know that what is said in this room doesn’t leave this room, and that we are all good friends, right?”

Silence greeted the room once more, and settled for five minutes before being shooed away by Whirlwind.

“You know what? She’s right. We’re all grown mares here. Let’s do it!” Whirlwind said boldly.

“She’s right. Ain’t nothing wrong with sharin' stories of our first time.” Red June nodded in agreement, “And what better way of gettin’ to know one another better than this?”

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to share…but as long as everypony is comfortable.” Claire insisted.

“Count me in.” Starburst shrugged, “I’d be lying if I said I’m not interested in how some of you guys receive the ‘d’.”

“D? I thought we were going to talk about our first time.” Créme pondered dumbly.

“Oh, honey…” Nidra rolled her eyes.

“Oh boy, this is going to be exciting!” Cotton smiled giddily, trying not to jump with excitement.

“Only question is, who’s going first?” Starburst glanced around.

Whirlwind was quick to answer, “Well, if it is all the same to you guys, I’ll gladly go-”

“Um, no offense, Whirlwind, but we kinda already know how you lost your virginity.” Nidra cut her off with a dry remark.

“And I don’t think any of us wants a re-telling of how it goes.” Starburst frowned, “It’s not that long of a story.”

“What?!” Whirlwind sputtered, “Of course it’s a long story!”

“Um, let’s see. You and Prism pranked Del, arrived at Prism’s house, Prism says he regrets breaking up with you, emotional turbulence back and forth, you kissed, you bucked, he slept on you, and an awkward morning after.” Nidra said quickly and without error, much to Whirlwind’s shock, “There. Done. Nothing much to it.”

“Wow…thanks for trivializing a special moment in our relationship, Nidra.” Whirlwind glared.

“Come on, Whirlwind, it’s not a bad story…but the thing is, if ponies wants the whole story, they can read it.” Cotton explained, giving a wink.

“Um, Cotton, dear, what are you-” Claire was about to ask, before shaking her head, “Never mind. If not Whirlwind, then whom?”

“How about June?” Anthea suggested, turning to face…Whirlwind, “She’s the oldest out of us, maybe-”

“Other way, Annie.” Starburst corrected.

Anthea turned the other way, nodding in gratitude, “She’s the oldest out of us, maybe she can tell us about her first time first, if she doesn’t mind.”

“Oh…” Red June blushed, “Well, sure…if ya don’t mind hearin’ everything.”

“Everything is pretty much what we want, dear.” Crystal Clarity smiled.

“But be sure to not skimp out on the juicy details. I am quite interested to know the stallion that ‘popped’ your cherry.” Nidra snickered.

“First off, don’t make that pun again.” Red June frowned as she made her way to the center of the circle that consisted of her friends, “Because I grow cherries doesn’t make it funny. And secondly…well, all of you already know him.”

“Wait, you mean…” Anthea’s pale eyes widen with intrigue.

“Yup.” Red June nodded, as she cleared her throat, “It all began on that day when ya guys tried to pull off ‘Operation: RedHeart…’”


Chapter End

> Chapter 1: Popping Her Cherry
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Chapter One: Popping Her Cherry


About six years earlier (Before Love: Reassessed)

“So. June. Claire tells me your stallion is in town.”

“What?” Red June’s face contorted in confusion as she turned to Annie.

It was a sunny day at the orchards of Sweet Apple Acres, sunny enough for a day of applebucking. So it was no surprise that Red June and her cousin Golden Delicious were out bucking apples…




”Hehe…bucking apples…”

“Oh grow up, Whirlwind.”




They’re weren’t the only ones however. Starburst, always up to do work down at the farm, was there to help them, along with Cotton, Turquoise, Claire, and Anthea, who all had decided to help out that day as well. This wasn’t new, as they always lend a hoof from time to time...but this time around, they brought another pony with them…Valiant Heart.





”Valiant Heart? What in Equestria was the young prince of the Crystal Empire doing way down in Ponyville?”

“Visiting relatives, Créme. He is Starburst’s cousin, remember, darling?”

“Of course I remember. I do live in Canterlot, the capital of Equestria.”

“Then why you…ugh, never mind.”

“Um, might I get back to my story please?”





Valiant Heart had volunteered along with the others to help out with apple-bucking. While he was hauling apples in one area with Claire and Cotton, June was doing the same alongside her cousin, Anthea, Turquoise, and Starburst when Anthea dropped that remark out of nowhere.
“Prince Valiant over there.” Anthea smirked, pointing over to Valiant, who seemed to had been engaged in a conversation with Claire and Cotton…or at least, the blind mare tried to point, as she muttered, “Assuming he’s over there.”

“Oh…” Red June rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smile and laugh, “Ahaha, he’s just an ol’ friend of mine. Claire introduced us a long time ago.”

“Just friends?” Anthea smirked, not believing her, “I hear you guys send love letters to each other all the time.”

“They’re just letters.” Red June corrected, though a bit perplexed, “And who did ya hear that from?”

“Claire.”

Red June looked at Anthea incredulously, “…How does she know about that?”





”Yeah, how did you know about that, Claire?”

“Why, Whirlwind, I happen to have a knack for knowing these kinds of things…”

“Really? Because you told me once that you saw them lying on June’s desk-ouch!”

“That will do, Créme, darling, that will do.”





“So…” Anthea leaned on her apple cart, with a sly smirk, “Do you like him?”

Red June was a bit baffled by that also sudden question. It took her a second to recover.

“Oh, no.” Red June shook her head, “He’s very sweet but-”

“Do you find him attractive?”

That question, though, blindsided her.

“W-wha-” Red June’s face erupted into all sorts of red. It didn’t help that Golden Delicious and Turquoise were now listening in on their conversation. Trying to save face, she stammered, “Ah-Ah dunno…”

She mentally face-hoofed at that weak answer.

“Hmm.” Anthea mock-pouted, “Seems it wasn’t even a question.” She stopped leaning on the basket, “It’s so obvious you do! Who wouldn’t? Just look at him…” She gestured to the general direction Valiant was in, “…Are you looking at him?”

“Yeah, Ah-“ Red June tries to reply, but Anthea cut her off.

“Look at him, so nice and tall, flowy blue mane, his-”

“Um, Annie?” Red June interrupted, “Airen’t ya bli-”

She was interrupted when Annie put a hoof on the tip of her snout, as the unicorn shushed her.

“Shhhhhhhh, don’t speak…” Anthea whispered softly…before she frowned, “My hoof’s on your nose, isn’t it?”

“Mmhm.” Red June nodded.

“Just pretend I put it on your lips.” Anthea shrugged.

“Okay.” Red June giggled with a roll of her eyes.

“Where was I?” Anthea mused, before lighting up, “Oh yeah. His flowy blue mane, his gorgeous brown eyes…”

“He has blue eyes.” Red June deadpanned.

“Hey, I’m blind. Don’t have much to go off of.” Anthea shrugged, “His gorgeous blue eyes, his giant muscles showing through the royal regalia…”

“He’s not wearing anything.” Red June corrected. She noticed a frown growing on Turquoise’s face.

“Whaaaa?” Anthea light up even more, “Even better! Check out those big, big muscles and firm fl-”

“Okay, Anthea!”

Red June and Anthea glanced up to see Starburst, perched on a tree branch above them with an annoyed glance.

“I think that’s enough about my cousin.” Starburst declared with a frown.

“Hehe, my bad…” Anthea giggled.

“Annie does have a point though, June.” Golden Delicious smiled, trying not to laugh at Annie’s ‘compliments’ about Valiant, “If ya like the guy, ya should just go talk to ‘im. Ya two have barely talked since he came by. Go ahead and take some time off. You had been workin’ hard lately.”

“Ah know.” Red June sighed, “Ah just used to writin’ stuff in letters. Not sure how Ah do talkin’ to him face to face…”

“Oh, you can do it! He seems like a nice guy!” Anthea urged. T’s frown grew deeper as she made that remark.

“Hmmm…” Red June murmured to herself.

In curiosity, she glanced over at where Valiant Heart was, apparently still in conversation with Claire and Cotton…when suddenly, he looked back in her direction. Instantly, she snapped her eyes away.

“Well?” Anthea asked.

“Ah…Ah gotta take these apples back to the farm.” Red June muttered, “See ya’ll later…”

She hauled her apple cart off and left the four ponies at the tree without another word.

“That was odd…” Starburst mused in confusion.

“No argument there.” Golden agreed, such as confused.

“Do you think I came on a little too strong?” Anthea asked the others.

“Uh, yeah.” Starburst deadpanned, as she rolled her eyes, “As usual…”

Finally, T spoke, in a hurt tone, “How come you never go on about my muscles, Annie?”





”Wait, you weren’t around when he said that. How did you know that was what he said?”

“It was written all over T’s face, Whirlwind. We all know how he gets…”

“Oh, do I ever…”

“Hey, don’t go fantasizing about my brother while June’s telling her story, Annie.”

“Thank ya, Claire… after we all gone done applebucking for today, Ah headed back up to the farm, just as the sun was settin’…





With a turn of a knob, the shower turned on, raining warm water down upon a lone mare.

Red June let out a sigh as her aching muscles were soothed. As she began washing her coat under the spraying spout, her mind went back to what Anthea and the others had said about her and Valiant…

As far as she could recall, she and Valiant Heart had always been just friends…it had been that way ever since they met as young teenagers, when he and Illusion came down to Ponyville.

June wasn’t sure what to make of the alicorn when she first saw him. Claire and Illusion always seem to had speak highly of him, Claire more-so, but there was always that cliché about how royals are condescending snobs, especially towards Earth Ponies, and as wrong as she knew it was to assume somepony was like that before she met them, there was that funny feeling…

Fortunately, her fears were misplaced, as Valiant, or Lance, as Illusion and Claire called him, was, if anything, a great guy. Sure, there was a bit of that royal hubris he gave off at first, but he was a kind and gentle soul. As she hung out with him that day, she also found him to be funny and charismatic, and by the time he had to leave, it was made certain that a new friendship had been made.

Back then, they would try to hang out together whenever Valiant had free time from his royal duties in the Crystal Empire, but as time progressed, the amount of responsibility build up for the both of them, the prince moreso. It was then that they began sending letters as a means of keeping in touch. Nowadays, the letters were her only means of contacting the prince.

When Valiant came by earlier today, she was genuinely surprised. The last she had saw him was so long ago, she wasn’t sure what he had looked like anymore, but seeing him now…he had really grown into a fine-looking stallion that could easily turn the heads of many mares. In fact, she recalled in one of her earlier letters from him that he had given the dating scene a try…only to fail…twelve times.





”Wait, twelve times? My cousin dated twelve mares and ‘failed’?”

“And he told you that…in his letters?”

“Yes, Nidra. Me and Valiant usually tell each other everythin’…like how he used to date Créme over there.”

“Wait, you used to date Lance?!”

“Um…yes, but only for a little bit…we didn’t work out though…”

“Wonder why…”

“I really don’t know, Nidra…we just didn’t-”

“Sarcasm, Créme. Sarcasm.”





Soon, Red June stepped from the shower (and turned it off), taking a nearby towel to dry herself off. She went up to the bathroom sink, and after drying her mane off, she used the towel to clean up the foggy mirror.

Setting the drenched towel on the sink, Red June glanced at the mirror…and frowned. Why was it that her friends try to set her up with Valiant?

Sure, there was that factor that she was real good friends with him and that they exchange letters every so often, and being quite frank with herself, she did find him to be a very, very attractive…but honestly, what else is there?

Valiant was a prince, a handsome prince, a prince who could easily have any mare he wants.

And her?

Red June glanced at herself, noting her shaggy fetlocks, her freckles, and her somewhat muscular build. It was obvious that she inherited her father’s body type. If it weren’t for her eyes and the bit of feminine curves that her mother had passed down to her, she could easily pass for a stallion.

It’s not to say that she wasn’t attractive or anything, but compared to many other mares she knew, Valiant could do much better. Crystal had obviously been blessed with her mother’s beauty, her slender build hitting in all the right spots, Whirlwind had that perfect body of an athlete, Anthea had both looks and charm that could easily net her any guy had she not have Turquoise, Cotton was a sweetheart…heck, even Starburst had more appeal as a mare than her.





”Oh, come now, June, you were being too hard on yourself…”

“Ya really think that, Nidra?”

“Yeah…there is no way that Starburst could be more ‘mare-like’ than you.”

“Hey!”





In short, she was but a half-decent looking farmer girl. It made her sick to be so negative, a complete opposite of her nature, but she had to face reality: the chances of her ever having something that remotely resemble an amorous relationship with a prince like him was just…it just wasn’t possible. To even try would be compared to trying to touch the moon.

She knew her friends meant well, but things are as they are and it’s not like Valiant was going to suddenly decide to ask her out of the-

A knock on the bathroom door snapped her out of her depressing thoughts.

“June, one of your friends is waiting out on the porch for you.” Her mother’s voice called through the door.

“Ah’ll be there in a second.” Red June turned to the door, before glancing back at her reflection in the mirror. With a sigh and a shake of her head, she picked up her bandanna and placed on her head before leaving the bathroom.

Within seconds, she trotted down the steps, wondering who could waiting downstairs for her. She assumed that it was Anthea or the others, probably trying to get her to ask out Valiant again… fortunately, she had already rehearsed what she was going to say as she opened the door.

“Look, Ah don’t think Lance and Ah-” June began, only to trail off as she saw a familiar blue alicorn waiting on the porch. “Lance?”

“Oh, hey, June.” Valiant greeted, turning to face her…though he seem a little distracted.

“W-what are ya doin’ ‘ere?” Red June stuttered a bit, trying to recover from her initial surprise, “Ah figured ya would be hangin’ out with yar cousins or somethin’…”

“Well, yeah, but Star had this thing with that Starfall guy, and Nighty is playing with Cotton’s sisters, and the rest of the guys are off doing their own things.” Valiant shrugged, “So I thought I’d come see you.” Then he frowned, “Unless, of course, it’s a bad time-”

“No, not at all.” Red June shook her head, “Ah was just a bit surprised, is all.”

“Huh…” Valiant murmured.

Things went quiet between the two for a moment…Red June wasn’t sure what to say exactly…here was this colt that her friends had been pushing her to ask out, and she had nothing to say…and she’s always had something to say.

“…So…how ya’ve been?” Red June asked. That was seriously all she could think of for a conversation starter.

It took Valiant a bit to respond.

“Oh…fine...” Valiant nodded, “Just fine…you?”

“Good.” Red June answered, though a bit too quickly for her liking, “It’s been good.”

“That’s nice.” Valiant replied, though he still seemed distracted.

Silence ensued once more…

“So…June…”

“Yes, Lance?” Red June responded, a little too quickly again.

“There’s a reason I came here…” Valiant admitted, “You see, back in the orchard, I’ve been talking with Claire and Cotton and they brought up an important point…”

“Really? About what?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Valiant shook his head, “Look, I don’t want to go beating around the bush, so I am going to just come out and say it…Red June…do you want to go out with me?”

Red June’s eyes widen, as her cheeks adopted a red hue…

“Out? Ya mean…like a date?”

“Yeah, a date.” Valiant nodded, a blush appearing on his cheeks, “Nothing special, maybe a stroll through the park, dinner at a local café…maybe tomorrow night, before I have to head back to the Empire the next day?”

Red June didn’t respond…was this really happening? Was Valiant actually asking her out? Surely, this has to be some sort of prank done in collaboration with Illusion…had it not been for the fact that she saw no signs of deceit in Lance’s face. In fact, he seems just as frazzled as she was…what exactly did Claire and Cotton say to him to have him go through with this?

June must had taken too long to respond, as Valiant continued, “Unless of course you are busy tomorrow. If so, I completely understand and you can forget I even asked-”

“No, it’s fine…” Red June interrupted him, finding Valiant’s flustered face kinda cute, “I would like that.”

“Really?” Valiant lit up.

“Really.” Red June nodded in affirmation, “Tomorrow night, you say?”

“Um, yeah…pick you up at five?” Valiant suggested, sounding a bit…relieved.

“Sure…” Red June smiled, her cheeks the same color.

“Well, I guess I see you tomorrow then…” Valiant gave a small chuckle, “Till then…”

He gave a nod and flew off the porch, leaving Red June alone, staring out into the night after the alicorn.

The mare was still unsure of what just happened…a stallion whom her friends tried to get her to date just asked her out on a date…and she said yes…Red June wanted to try and make sense of how in Tartarus this came to be…

Unfortunately, it was all for naught.





”Oh, yeah! Operation: RedHeart was a success!”

“Annie, Valiant just asked her on a date. It doesn’t mean they’re together.”

“Oh, like how you try to say you and Prism were ‘just friends’ when you did ‘couples’ stuff together?”

“…That doesn’t have anything to do with this conversation, Cotton!”

“So what happened next, June?”

“Well, Starburst…before Ah knew it, the following night had come and Valiant showed up at five, like he said…”





The stars were shining bright over Ponyville, giving light to the warm summer night. Luna’s moon only began to rise, setting quite a beautiful atmosphere for anypony to enjoy. It definitely befitted the date Red June was currently on with Valiant.

However, the way Red June saw it, it didn’t really feel like a date.

Ever since last night, Red June’s mind lingered about this date that she agreed to. It bothered her all day, not even bucking apples or cherries could get that four letter word off her mind. She wasn’t sure what to expect, never really having the time to date other colts, and she didn’t want to bother her friends with this matter (or worse, have them say ‘I told you so’ or asking numerous questions). So when five p.m. came around, Red June quickly took a shower, being more thorough so not to sport any dirt stains or give off the stench of a farmer and told her family that she was going to hang out with her friend (and not going into any details as to whom she hanging out with).

Valiant showed up on her front porch right on schedule, greeting her with that smile she liked, and a gentlecolt-like ‘good evening’.
From there, the two took a lovely stroll, straight from the farm, through the park, and eventually through town as business for the evening began to pick up.

All through that time, the two did what they usually did whenever they hang out…they’ve talked. From ‘how life’s back home’ to ‘how’s your family’ to even the mundane ‘how’s the weather’, stuff that didn’t entail their outing as a date. However, as they did talked, there seemed to be a sense of awkwardness between them. At first, Red June figured it was understandable, this was practically her first date, and it was with a pony she had a crush on, and the typical ‘he’s a boy, she’s a girl’ spiel.

However, as the date wore on, she noticed something odd about her supposed ‘date’. She couldn’t put her hoof on it, but as she glanced at Valiant throughout the night, he always seemed…nervous. For as long as she knew Valiant, he was never nervous. If anything, he was the most confident pony she knew. It was that same confidence that earned him the admiration of any mares that came his way. To see him in such a way…seemed alien.

Soon, the two eventually ended their walk at the ‘The Daffy Daffodil’. The meals they served weren’t all that great…it wasn’t bad…but it wasn’t great. However, it allowed the two to focus on the other aspect of a meal…more talking.

Red June and Valiant Heart sat at one of the lone tables in the outer part of the café (so that they could continue to enjoy the starry sky), no sounds except that of silverwares forking into the subpar salads that they ordered. The only contact they had so far was them awkwardly exchanging glances at each others, and it only seem to make the silence between them even worse.

It really bothered Red June. If Valiant was some other pony, she would be talking the night away. She was by no means a ‘Chatty Kathy’, but she had never failed to have a conversation starter on her mind should her current conversation reach a dead end. Yet right now, she was drawing blanks. It was as if she used up all of them during their stroll.

She just didn’t get it. Valiant was one of her oldest friends…so why was she having so much trouble talking to him? This was never a problem with Claire or Illusion… then again, neither of them were ponies she found incredibly hot and gorg-where the heck did that come from?

“June?”

“Yes?!” Red June’s head snapped to face Valiant, before realizing her jumpy reaction. She cleared her throat, “I mean…yes?”

“You’re feeling it too, huh?” Valiant said, following up with a chuckle, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward-”

“Oh no, ya didn’t.” Red June insisted, before sighing, “If anythin’, it was me who made things awkward. Ah’m the one who never really dated before…”

“Really?” Valiant raised a brow, “I mean, you never mentioned anything in the letters, but I only figured you wanted to keep some things private.”

“Well, with the farm and all, Ah never really have the time to get out there.” Red June admitted, a little blush appearing in her cheeks.

“Wow…and here I was, telling you how horribly my dates went…” Valiant said, shaking his head, “I guess me asking you out was out of the blue, was it?”

“Yes and no…” Red June shrugged, “Ah mean, Ah didn’t expect ya to ask me to go on a date last night…but Ah had a feelin’ that Claire and Cotton had a part in it…”

“You mean your friends tried to get you to go out with me as well?” Valiant asked.

“Eeyup.” Red June gave a nod, “Annie was goin’ off about how just ‘cause we send letters back and forth and are real ol’ friends that we should…” She raised her hooves, making quotation marks, “’Get together.’”

“Seriously?” Valiant couldn’t hide a smile.

“Yeah…she even went on to say how ya had flowy blue mane, blue eyes, and hulking-” Red June stopped herself before finishing that sentence, clearing her throat again, blush worsening, “Well, ya get the picture.”

“I see.” Valiant softly smiled. Oh, how Red June liked that smile of his, “To be honest, Claire went on about the same things…though she was more focused on how we are good friends.”

“Yeah, the nerves of those guys, huh?” Red June joked.

“Hey, at least they meant well.” Valiant pointed out.

“Ah know…but let’s be frank here, can’t a mare and a colt exchange letters and hang out time to time without everypony assumin’ that they’re an item?” Red June said in exasperation.

“Apparently not.” The alicorn stallion said with a laugh…however, that laugh soon trailed off, not that June noticed.

“I mean, you and Ah’ve been nothing more than friends since we were just teenagers.” Red June reasoned, “But that doesn’t mean you an’ Ah have’ta go beyond that…”

“Why not?”

“Excuse me?” Red June gasped. Did her ears deceived her?

“I mean, why can’t we be ‘more than friends’?” Valiant questioned, “I’m not taking sides or anything, but maybe your friends did have a point…”

“Wait, are ya bein’ serious?” Red June stammered, “Did ya stayed out in the sun too long?”

“No. But since that talk down at the orchards, I got to thinking…and I realized that Claire was right…”

“Right about what?” Red June asked, trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Look, June, it is no secret that when it comes to dating, I had failed loads of time-”

“Twelve times.”

“Twelve times.” Valiant cringed a bit at the exact answer, “And I’m the son of the Princess of Love for crying out loud. But you…you and I knew each other for a long time…all this time, I have been dating high-society mares that I didn’t even know…when I could had been with a mare that I know and trust…”

“But Lance…ya’re a prince! Ah’m a farmer! It…it…” Red June took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure, “It just wouldn’t work…ya know that, right?”

“…Yes, the thought did occur to me.” Valiant admitted, “And honestly, I agree with you…but…I don’t know…I feel as if it would be a waste if we didn’t at least…give it a shot.”

“Valiant…that’s a bunch of crazy talk right there.” Red June said, looking at her friend as if the food had somehow made him split into two.

“Is it, June?” Valiant challenged, “I mean, we are on a date right now, aren’t we?”

“Well, yes…” Red June nodded, mentally knocked off balance by the retort, “Look, don’t ya get me wrong, it’s not that Ah don’t like the idea…Ah just don’t wanna make things weird between us…”

“It won’t be weird. I won’t let it happen.” Valiant said in assurance, “I mean, look at your friends Prism and Whirlwind. They dated, yet they are still best friends.”

“Yeah…after that breakup of theirs almost destroyed their friendship.” Red June deadpanned.

“You’re missing the point, June.” Valiant shook his head, before letting out a sigh, “Look, I get what you are feeling. I am having second doubts about this as well…but something is telling me that if we don’t at least give ‘us’ a try, we will spend the rest of our lives thinking what could had been.”

Red June remained silent. This was an interesting turn of events…and an even more interesting question. A part of her was actually interested in where she could go with this, should she begin dating the young prince. Claire and Anthea were always so happy when they were with Illusion and Turquoise respectively.

However, it was common fact that relationships don’t always work out. She always thought Prism and Whirlwind was so happy together, yet they broke up, just like that.

It didn’t help that Valiant had garnered up a reputation for being a ‘player’ after dating and eventually breaking up with those twelve mares.

She knew that Valiant wasn’t that kind of pony for real, but still, she didn’t want to be yet another mare whose heart was broken by him, and she didn’t want to think about the fallout that would ensue should a breakup happen.

But then again…she was being a tad bit unfair assuming that she and Valiant would end up like Prism and Whirlwind. For starters, Valiant was way more mature than Prism was, and they were both practically adults, so it’s not she was going to pull up a half-baked excuse to break up like Whirlwind did…





”…Excuse me? My reason for breaking up with Prism before was not some ‘half-baked’ excuse!”

“Ah’m sorry, Whirlwind, but Ah think Ah speak for all of us that we all found it strange that you two broke up.”

“That is a load of bull! My reason for breaking up with Prism was-”

“Sorry, Whirlwind, darling, but I want to hear what Red June’s answer was.”

“Yeah, I wanna know how June and Lance have hot, sweaty sex!”

“Cotton…please leave the blunt stuff to Annie.”





Red June soon came to a decision…though thinking about it made her nervous.

“Ah suppose…it wouldn’t hurt to try…” Red June shrugged.

A smile grew on Valiant’s face.

“Thanks, June. I promise you, we will take this thing one hoof at a time.” Valiant said, reaching his front hooves across the table to rest on hers.

Red June’s blush grew stronger at the touch of hooves. She hoped that she knew what she was getting into.

After that particular conversation, the rest of the dinner went by quickly. The two continued to talk about other things, Red June having rediscovered her ability to strike up conversations again, and the fact that they are now ‘dating’ soon became an afterthought.

Soon, it was getting late, and the couple made their way back to the Sweet Apple Acres. Though the date itself was awkward beyond all words, both stallion and mare were feeling more…happy.

Once the couple stepped onto the porch, both laughing merrily as Red June was the first to speak.

“Well, thank you, Lance. Tonight was very nice.” Red June smiled.

“It was nothing, June. I only hoped that next time will be a lot less…well, awkward.” Valiant said with a shrug.

Next time…there was actually going to be a ‘next time’…

“Then it’s a good thing that we got all that awkward stuff sorted out tonight, ain’t it?” Red June smiled.

“Indeed.” Valiant nodded, “So…keep in touch through letters as always?”

“Of course.” Red June replied with a nod of her own, “When ya think ya will have time off next?”

“Hard to say. But try to keep sometimes next month open, okay?” Valiant responded with a smirk.

Red June returned with a smile of her own…when something in her mind prompted her to do something rather crazy.

“Um…Lance?” Red June began.

“Yes?” Valiant crook his head a little.

Red June took a step forward, her eyes level with Lance’s neck. Good Faust he was a lot taller than she remembered. Must be because of all that fancy alicorn genetics the princesses had.

Red June arched her neck so her eyes made contact with his.

“Ah…Ah think…” She slightly stammered, trying her best to keep calm with what she was trying to do.

“Yeah?”

Valiant propped up a front hoof, lifting her chin up a little higher. Red June felt her entire body heating up as she gazed into those light blue eyes of his. She wanted to go a bit further…she wanted to do what every couple always do at the end of a date…

However, her mind and body were not on the same page, and because of unsynchronized thinking, she lost all her nerves.

“Ya have something in your teeth.” Red June said, turning her face away to hide her embarrassed face.

“Oh.” Valiant went mute, his cheeks flushed, as he took his hoof from June’s chin and put it to his own, chuckling nervously, “Sorry about that.”

“Guess Ah’ll see you ‘round?” Red June didn’t bother to glance at Valiant.

“Guess so.” Valiant nodded, as he spread his wings, “See ya, June.”

With that, he flew off into the night once more, as Red June look on after him, like the night before. She wanted to curse herself for chickening out at the last minute…but for some reason…

She just gave a breathy sigh.





Silence graced Anthea’s bedroom, as everypony glanced at Red June in shock…

“That’s it?” Anthea broke the silence, “’You have something in your teeth?’ No kiss? No naughty stuff?”

“It was mah first date, Annie. Ya didn’t honestly ‘pect me to sleep with him just like that, didja?” Red June said, exasperated.

“Yeah, otherwise, this would be just another cruddy clopfic.” Cotton pointed out.

“No…but come on! I expected so much more than that!” The blind unicorn stammered.

“Wait, so you and Valiant had been dating?” Claire asked, raising a brow, “For how long? Because this is the first I am hearing of this…”

“Oh…” Red June rubbed the back of her head, “Well…” She closed her eyes and muttered, “Six years as of this summer.”

All the mares’ jaws dropped.

“SIX YEARS?!” Nidra said, her mouth agape, “You and Lance dated for six years?”

“Dating. Me and Valiant are still together.”

The jaws dropped deeper.

“Wha…I…what?!” Whirlwind tried to get her words out.

“You’re telling us that for six years, you had been dating my cousin…” Starburst began, trying to process everything.

“And this is the first time that any of us is hearing about this?!” Claire yelled in shock, “Six years hanging out together and going to the spa, and not one word?!”

“How is this possible?” Cotton asked, “I mean, every time we saw you two together, you acted like pally-wally. And what of everypony else in Ponyville?”

“Cotton’s right.” Whirlwind agreed, “I mean, obviously, somepony would’ve notice a prince and a farmer’s daughter having a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant!”

“And the paparazzi. How did you go six years without the paparazzi knowing?” Créme wondered, “They seem to know everything!”

“Everypony, calm down!” Red June said, holding up her hooves, “Ah’m sorry Ah didn’t tell y’all about this…but Ah had my reasons.”

“Such as?” Nidra challenged.

“If ponies were to catch wind that Prince Valiant was dating a ‘run-of-the-mill’ farmer, Lance and Ah would be hassled endlessly by those dad-gum vultures. We would never have an ounce of privacy!” Red June pouted, as she turned to Claire and Starburst, “Ya remember when ya both started dating Illusion and Starfall?”

“Yeah…” Starburst frowned, “Unfortunately, Starfall just ate up all the attention. Made his ego swell a ton.”

“Really? Can Starfall’s ego get any bigger?” Nidra joked.

“At least you don’t receive death glares from mares every day.” Claire deadpanned, “Ponies don’t take kindly to ‘hybrids’ dating royalty.” She let 
out a sigh, “But I guess I could understand where June is coming from.”

“Again, Ah’m sorry. We just wanted our privacy…and we went great lengths to keep it. Heck, Lance mastered that there disguise spell Illusion always casted on Nidra and him whenever they hang out just so nopony’s the wiser. We also made sure to not get too…affectionate, when around ya guys.” Red June explained.

“But I don’t get it. I understand not telling the world or anything.” Whirlwind said, “But why not your friends?”

“Well…” Red, Ah love ya all the same…but Ah didn’t want any of y’all to say ‘Ah told ya so’ or houndin’ me about mah love life…well, before now, of course.” Red June explained.

“Well, I suppose that is understandable.” Starburst said, shrugging her shoulders.

“Still, I wished you told one of us, darling.” Claire shook her head and sighed, “Did your family at least know about you and Lance?”

“Well, not at first, no…ya see, the other reason I didn’t tell ya guys was because…I didn’t think me and Lance were going to last that long…in 
fact, Ah came close to ending it.”

“Oh no, you didn’t break his heart, did you?” Créme gasped, covering her mouth.

“Uh, Créme, Red June just said they were still dating.” Nidra explained, trying to not face-hoof herself, “Obviously she didn’t.”

“True, but Ah did come close…” Red June said ominously, as she cleared her throat, and was about to say something…

“When are you going to get to the good stuff?” Cotton asked, hinting with a slight smirk.

“Cotton!” Starburst hissed, elbowing her.

“Don’tcha worry, Ah gettin’ there as well.” Red June then took a deep breath, “Ya see, it all happened three months later…”





It was a particularly cloudy day at Sweet Apple Acres, the overcast blocking out the sun every so often.

Red June sat anxiously on the couch in the living room, her eyes shifting focus between the door of the house and to the grandfather clock, ticking away and reading half past four.

She was the only one up at the house, as her father was helping her mother by doing repairs on the schoolhouse, her aunt Applejack and cousin Golden Delicious was working the apple stand in town, along with her aunt Applebloom and cousin Api.

The mare was thankful for this rare occurrence, for she was about to do something she really wasn’t looking towards to doing.

For three months, she and Valiant had been attempting to have a long-distance relationship, if she could call it that. At first, it seemed like nothing had changed, as if it was business as usual for the both of them. There was no flowers, no chocolates, no fancy dinners, or any of that lovey-dovey crud ponies do when in a relationship. Heck, they haven’t even kissed yet.





”Wait, you mean you been dating for three months and you hadn’t kissed…not even once?”

“Eenope. Valiant was serious when he said we would take it one hoof at a time, Star.”





It seemed that things were going quite fine…but as time went by, Red June began to notice small changes in the relationship.

It all started with the letters she been receiving from him. Normally, when Valiant wrote to her, he would tell her how’s life been up at the Empire, how’s his family doing, and anything important that had happened lately. All typical stuff that pen pals would say to each other…
But after Valiant and she began dating each other, his letters began to take on a different tone…for starters, Valiant wrote that he missed her. The first time she read those words, she didn’t think much of it, for that letter was sent a month after they last saw each other. However, those words became a common occurrence in the next couple of letters.

Not only that, he also expressed how he looked forward to seeing her. Normally, she would’ve chalked it up to him wanting to see his friend again, which is understandable…but how he put it was what got her…in one letter, he said that he looked forward to see her smile again to brighten his day. It’s one thing to be excited to see his friend again…but to see her and her smile?

That was only the tip of the iceberg, as he began getting real personal in his letters. Personal as in one letter, he literally went into details on a bad day he had while serving as captain of the guard, and how he sometimes wished to be somepony else. It was concerning how much Valiant was enclosing to her while she had been keeping her letter as impersonal as possible…

But the last letter was what really set her off…the letter began innocently enough, with Lance telling about how he was pranked by a few of the new recruits, and usual yet still weird expressions of missing her and hoping to see her soon…but nothing major…until she reached the end…

At the end of the letter, Valiant always wrote ‘Sincerely, Valiant Heart’ or ‘Your friend, Lance’, something along those lines…but when Red June saw the closing part of the letter…it said:

‘Love, Valiant Heart’.

Love…it was at that moment that Red June soon felt the weight of reality crash down upon her…she and Valiant were actually dating…and they were becoming more than friends.

She knew that by choosing to date Valiant, that things would change between them…but it had never really occur to her what it actually entailed.

The further she thought about it, she recalled all the time she hanged out with Valiant over the past three months, he acted…rather affectionate. Whenever she and Lance were walking side by side, Valiant would gently rub against her body with his own. Whenever they shared eye contact, it would last a lot longer than it should.

And to top it all off, whenever Valiant bid farewell to Red June after one of their secret dates, rather than kissing her (as both side felt it was too soon), he would give her a hug and nuzzle her face with his own.

Every time that had occurred, Red June felt as if the world around her had slowed down, and all that she could hear was the breathing of the colt embracing her and the rapid beating of her own heart. The feeling of Valiant’s body against her felt like a thousand volts coursing through her veins, and made her legs weak.

It ultimately left a feeling in her, a feeling that she could not explain…but whatever it was, it made her think thoughts…thoughts of Valiant caressing her, looking at her with those soul-piercing blue eyes, his warm body against hers and his lips locking with-

Before her thoughts could traverse any further, a knock sounded from her front door. Red June let out a sigh, it was a good thing that knock came when it did, or she would had lost the nerves to do what she set out to do…

The mare made her way to the door, and opened it to find her ‘coltfriend’ standing on the porch.

“Lance, Ah’m glad ya’re here.” Red June greeted.

“I came as soon as I got your letter.” Valiant said, concern lining his face, “It said you needed to see me face to face.”

“Yeah, come on in and Ah’ll explain everything…” Red June gestured inside.

Red June led the alicorn to the living room, and pointed to the couch for him to sit on. As Valiant did so, June went to the kitchen and returned with two mugs of apple juice.

“Here. Made a fresh batch just last week.” Red June passed a mug to him.

“Thank you.” Valiant nodded, as he took a sip, giving a satisfied murmur, “So…why did you want me to come over here on such short notice? You didn’t exactly specify in your letter.”

“Well, Valiant…” Red June began, as she took a seat right beside him, setting down her mug, “Ah wanted to talk to ya…”

“…Don’t we already do that in the letters?” Valiant gave a wry smirk, “Not that I’m complaining. I’m flattered you wanted to see me so bad.” He gave a chuckle, which soon faltered after seeing Red June’s frown, “Sorry, just a little humor there…”

“It’s alright…it’s just…Ah wanted to talk…about this thing we have goin’ on between us…” Red June explained, a bad feeling growing in her guts.

“Oh. Is that all?” Valiant asked, amusement apparent in his voice, much to her confusion, “I must say, I am pleasantly surprised that we managed to keep this from the others for so long…”

“True, but…” Red June began, but Valiant continued.

“And speaking quite frankly, I had my doubts. Long-distance relationships rarely last this long, but you and I seem to be getting along quite smoothly…”

“Yeah, but that’s what Ah wanted to talk…” Red June tries to say, but Valiant cut her off once more. Red June tried to stifle her frustration. If she did not say what she had to say and soon, things were going to get ugly.

“I am thankful you had given us this chance, June. The last three months had been wonderful. You had been wonderful…” Valiant smiled.

…Too late.

Red June withheld a sigh, as she glanced at Valiant directly in the eyes, and said the words. Oh, how she was going to miss that smile of his…

“Lance, Ah think you and Ah should break up.”

Immediately, Valiant’s smile faded away.

“…What?” Valiant said, shocked.

“Look, it’s not you, it’s me.” Red June explained, trying to keep the conversation short and brisk, hoping Valiant wouldn’t make something of it, “Ah think we be better off just as friends, so-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down!” Valiant held up his hooves, “You’re breaking up with me?”

Of course, Valiant would make something of it.

“Yes. Ah figured it would be best-” Red June began.

“Why though? I thought…I thought we were doing fine.” Valiant stammered.
Red June grunted, the bad feeling getting worse, “We were, but-”


“Then what’s the problem?” Valiant insisted, “I mean, did I do something wrong? I know I might had went a little too far with the hugs but-”

“Look, Lance, it’s nothing you did…Ah wouldn’t worry about it…” Red June’s patience was slowly ebbing away, the frustration leaking bits into her words.

“Well, I am anyways.” Valiant said indignantly, “You don’t just break up with somepony, at least not without giving a reason to the poor guy.”

“Lance, please, Ah don’t want this to be harder than it has to be…” Red June said tersely, her voice lowering.

“Then why are you doing this, June?” Valiant asked, as his voice registered hurt, “…Did you not enjoy the past three months like I had?”

Red June stifled a groan. If she just walked away now, she could end this conversation before losing it…but then, she would end up hurting Lance, something she was trying to avoid…

“Ah did. Really, Ah did enjoy it…but…but…” It was happening again. Words were failing her.

“But what?” Valiant pushed.

It was then that Red June couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“It’s just too much!” Red June shouted, stomping her hoof.

Valiant’s brows raised, “Too much? What’s too much?”

“Everything!” Red June leapt to her hooves, walking to the middle of the room, as she started to pace, “Ya and me dating! Ya takin’ me out to fancy places! You tellin’ me stuff that only your ma and pa should know, not your friends! You brushin’ me with yer gosh-darn hot body and making me feel stuff Ah shouldn’t be feelin’ ‘bout my best friend! You puttin’ ‘Love, Lance’ instead of ‘Sincerely, Valiant Heart’!” She ranted. “Ah just can’t take it all!”

“So…you’re breaking up with me…because I did stuff coltfriends usually do when in a relationship?” Valiant asked, his expression showing disbelief.

“It’s more complicated than that, Lance…” Red June let out a groan, “Please, Ah only doin’ this fer the best of everypony…”

“Everypony?” Valiant repeated, “One, we’re the only ones that knows we’re in this relationship, and two…how is this best for me?”

“Because…” Red June began…before fading into a defeated sigh, “Because…Ah think it’s best we get off this boat while it’s still afloat…” She then turned away, “It’ll save us both the trouble when it sinks.”

“But June, we’ve been only dating for three months. It’s a little unfair to assume that we are going to have some nasty breakup later.” Valiant tried to reason, rising from his seat.

“Maybe so…but why take the chance?” Red June said with a bitter glance back.

Valiant gave a scoff of disbelief, “June, this isn’t like you, being all pessimistic and gloomy. Where’s the happy-go-lucky June I know and love?”

“Ah’m not bein’ pessimistic, Ah’m bein’ realistic.” Red June corrected, her voice growing moreso bitter, as she turned to face him, “Ah doin’ this ‘cause if Ah don’t, it will hurt too much later on…”

“Hurt too…” Valiant began, a little confused, before he paused. Judging by the looks on his face, he seemed to had figured something out, and gave a sympathetic frown, “June…”

“Ah know…” Red June muttered, trying to choke down the tears that were trying to build up. She was really hoping that she wouldn’t cry tonight, “Ah shoulda know better. The moment Ah started datin’ ya, Ah always thought that things wouldn’t change…Ah was so stupid…”

“June, there’s nothing wrong-” Valiant held a hoof forward to try and comfort her, but June pulled away.

“Yes, there is! You’re mah best friend! Ponies don’t fall in love with their best friends! ‘Specially if said friend is a dadgum prince!” Red June yelled.

“And just why not?” Valiant challenged, “Love doesn’t discriminate.”

“Lance, please, don’t you sell me some bull-crap about love, ‘cause it ain’t helpin’ nopony.” Red June shook her head.


“No, I really think you should hear me out.” Valiant said, keeping his face stoic.

“Why?” Red June spat.

“Because I feel the same way about you, June.” Valiant pressed forward, “I love you, and I’m not getting all out of sorts over it.”

“Well, ya shouldn’t!” Red June shouted, pushing Valiant back a step, “Ah don’t want to feel this way about ya, Lance…Ah just want us to go back to bein’ pen pals and all, and act like the past three months never happen.”

“But they did happen, June…and like it or not, breaking up with me just because you are afraid of what you are feeling won’t change that.” Valiant said sagely.

“Dagnabit, Lance!” Red June groaned, as a few tears fall from her face, “Ah don’t want to lose ya! Ah don’t want to lose my very best friend because Ah was stupid enough to fall for him! Whirlwind and Prism almost ended up falling apart because of their breakup-”

“Well, Whirlwind was an idiot!” Valiant cut her off, his expression suddenly hardened.





”Say what?!”

“His words, Wind, not mine.”

“I can’t believe Lance actually call you an idiot. Didn’t think he had it in him.”

“Oh, shut up, Cotton.”





“Whirlwind and Prism had a wonderful thing going for them.” Valiant continued, “And for some reason that I’m sure nobody knows, she breaks it off. Total bullcrap if you asked me.”

“Whirlwind had her reasons, Lance.” Red June said, sniffing a bit.

“Look, the point is, we are not Prism and Whirlwind…and you won’t lose me.” Valiant said firmly, “I can promise you that.”

“There, ya see?!” Red June let out a frustrated groan, “Ya shouldn’t make promises ya can’t keep! Ya don’t know if this will last!”

“Well, maybe I don’t, but I won’t know unless I try.” Valiant said, standing his grounds, “What I am not getting though is why you are so certain that we won’t work out…I mean, we made it this far, hadn’t we?”

“Yes but…” Red June then gave a defeated sigh, trying to not look Valiant in the eyes, “Ah’m just not the one for you…”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Valiant asked, noting the tears in her eyes.

“Ah mean…look at us, Lance! You’re a prince, destined to rule a kingdom someday…Ah’m just a plain ol’ farmer, who still goin’ to be buckin’ apples ten years from now. We just ain’t meant to be, and you’re better off datin’ some other mare with a higher standing.”

“But I don’t want ‘some other mare’, June.” Valiant said, shaking his head, “I’m happier being with you…”

“Ya don’t mean that.” Red June scoffed, “Ah mean, Ah’m not fancy, Ah smell like sweat and crap most of the time, and…Ah’m not pretty…”

“None of that matter, June.” Valiant replied, his brows furrowing, “I have you know, I would rather date a smelly farmer over any of those high-societal snobs anyday...no offense to Créme, of course.”





”None taken.”

“Créme, shush!”





“Lance…why can’t ya see that we’re not right for each other? Ya said so yourself that you had doubts about us.” Red June let out a small groan, trying her best not to scream again.

Valiant paused for a moment, before letting out a sigh.

“Yes, I did. To be completely honest, I thought the very same way you are thinking right now. I believed that you were better off with a stallion around here, and I with a mare from Canterlot or the like.”

“Then why…” Red June challenged, tears building up in her eyes once more.

“Because it didn’t work for me. I dated twelve mares before you, and not once had I ever felt a connection of any sorts…but whenever I was with you…I felt that something was different. It is like whenever I think that you and I aren’t meant to be…I wanted to be wrong.”

“What?” Red June said in confusion, narrowing her eyes.

“I wanted to be wrong.” Valiant repeated, giving a small smile, “Wrong about you and me not working out, wrong about us being better off with ponies of our ilk, and wrong about my feelings for you.” He stepped forward, as he then put his hoof under her chin, lifting it up so that she and him were seeing eye to eye, like they were at the end of their first date, “June, I want to continue being wrong with you…”

“Now, ya say that now…” Red June muttered, sniffing a bit, trying not to blush from looking into those blue eyes of his, “But what if we end up regrettin’-“

“June, the only regretting that I’ll be doing was not doing this sooner.” Valiant leaned closer, “I love you, Red June Apple, and I’ll prove it right now.”

Red June was about to pull away, and make a probably half-baked rebuttal to his ‘declaration’…but before she could, Valiant pressed his lips against her.

And when her lips was met with his…everything went blank. It was just like when Valiant hugged her before, her legs growing weak, her heart beating louder, eyes fluttering shut, and the thousand volts through her veins…but somehow, it felt a lot better. Of course, she could attest that to letting out all the negativity she had been thinking the past months, but either way, it felt good…real good.

The first kiss, as big and meaningful as it was, lasted for a few seconds before the two parted, leaving the mare a blushing mess, as she gazed into the taller alicorn’s eyes.

Then, just like magnets, the two went in for another kiss. Valiant’s front hooves left her chin and the floor as he wrapped them around Red June’s barrel.

Red June did the same, slowly lifting her front hooves to hug Valiant’s body, while focusing ever so much on the kiss. Red June felt her body being held closer to Valiant’s, feeling not only her heart beating out her chest but his as well.

The second kiss lasted a little longer than the first before the two pairs of lips parted, as Red June parted away from Valiant, panting from the temporary lapse in oxygen flow. But the earth pony mare only took a few seconds, her eyes matching Val’s once more. She didn’t know what it was, but looking into those light blue eyes of his just made her melt…and there was his scent…with her face so close to his, she could smell...deodorant? Hmm, Valiant always did had a thing for looking and smelling his best. Either way…she couldn’t resist…

She kissed the alicorn once more, only more briefly than the first kiss, but as soon as she parted from that kiss, she went in for another one, and as soon as that one ended, Valiant kissed her…it soon began a repeating cycle, as with each kiss ended, another continued. Each kiss was so intoxicating, to the point that she couldn’t get enough.

It wasn’t till the seventh or eighth kiss that Red June began to feel rather hot under the collar. As she tried to catch her breath, she looked up to Valiant, who was trying to do the same…

“W-wow…” Red June muttered.

“You took the words…right out of my mouth…” Valiant said, nodding absent-mindedly, rubbing his hooves around Red June’s midsection softly, “I can’t believe that was the first time we actually kissed…”

“Ya tellin’ me…” Red June sighed, resting her head on his right shoulder, “Ah can’t believe what Ah have been missin’…and that yah one helluva kisser.”

“Thanks.” Valiant smirked, though his blush seemed to be lingering, “You aren’t half bad yourself…”

Red June wasn’t sure how it happened, but the way he said that, even if it wasn’t intended, made her want more…much more. This was made more apparent by the weird sensation within her nethers…

“Lance…are ya gettin’ a funny feelin’ like Ah am?” Red June asked, her voice filled with uncertainty, “Or is that just me?”

“No…I feel it too…it’s weird…but somehow…I’m rather curious as to where this feeling takes us…” Valiant gave a small smile, before blushing harder, “Of course, if you are as well…”

Again, Red June wasn’t sure…if this was leading where she thinks it was leading…oh boy, she would be heading deep into uncharted territories. Not to mention it feels like it would be rushing things. She did just almost break up with him and had her first (and subsequently, second to seventh) kiss. And doing this would most certainly forever change the aspect of their relationship. Pass the point of no return, that’s for sure.

But then again…why not? She’s a grown mare, and he’s a grown stallion, and her parents weren’t due back at the house for a few hours. And for crying out loud, they had been dating for three months, so the excuse of things being rushed would be rather groundless.

Besides, she would be lying to herself if she wasn’t curious as to where this could lead them…all she did know was that she loved him and he loved her…

And that was good enough for her.

“Yes…yes Ah am.” Red June nodded, softly nuzzling Valiant’s cheek, “But Ah think we should take this somewhere more private…”

Valiant only gave a small nod and grin, as Red June broke from the embrace (much to both their chagrin) and grabbing one of his hooves, lead him out of the living room and up the stairs to her room, while keeping her eyes on the light blue alicorn.

This remained so till the couple entered her room, when Red June, after bringing him inside, turned around to shut the door to her room.

As soon as the door shut and she turned around, only to be quickly pushed against the same door as Valiant pressed his lips against hers. It caught her off guard for a moment, but she quickly recovered as she began kissing back.

Now, Red June never had much hooves-on experience (if anything at all) when it came to kissing and intimate relations, but she did read a bit from those…novels…that Claire lend to her at one point and it gave her a small idea of how to proceed about things.

Red June’s maw soon parted, as her tongue reached out a bit to greet it’s new neighbor, as Valiant’s own tongue met and soon, their kiss turn into something very sensual. June felt Valiant pressed into her, as his front hooves did the same against the door they were leaning against. Her nostrils flared as her tongue was easily being dominated by the foreign invader, beating it back into her own mouth. However, it only made Red June hummed softly, as her tail began swaying back and forth.

Their somewhat heated make-out session only lasted for a minute or so, when Red June began to feel a little lightheaded from very low flow of oxygen getting in through her nasal cavity. She moved a hoof to Valiant’s chest, and applied a little force. Though it was nowhere enough to push the male alicorn off of him, Valiant pulled away nonetheless.

Red June took a second to catch her breath. She was right when she said he was one hell of a kisser. Though in hindsight, she couldn’t expected any less, Valiant did share a few kisses with a few mares back then...a lot of kisses now that she thought about it…

Before she could think any further, she felt a pair of lips on her neck, and her mind went a complete blank. She gave a small moan as her neck is peppered by a flurry of small but rather affectionate kisses and bites, trailing down to the nape, and back upwards and so on.

“Lance…” Red June whispered softly, her body growing limp against the door, her hooves involuntarily clutching at the male’s midsection ever so often, as the alicorn continued his ministrations on the mare’s neck area.

Her heart rate outmatched that of her breathing, as with each shuddering breath she took, her heart beaten tenfold. Her body began to take on a sheen of sweat, and her nethers, as she felt earlier, began to tingle, and she felt a bit of wetness trickling down the side of one of her back legs.

She buried her snout into the taller stallion’s neck, taking in more of that antiperspirant smell (which was still doing a good job in preventing sweat), continuing to take long and raspy breaths, trying her best to stave off the tingling feeling in her groin, that being made hard to do so with each second of Valiant’s assault on her neck.

Suddenly, Red June felt something hard press against her lower body, right around her teats. It did not take much for June to deduce what that hard thing was as she lifted her head from Lance’s shoulder and took a small glance down south…and there it was…there he was. His stallionhood was unsheathed and practically rarin’ to go.

“Oh mah…” Red June murmured, unable to take her eyes off it. She had only ever saw a stallion’s male bits in biology books and often read descriptions of them in those novels, but to see a real one in close vicinity, pressed between her and Valiant. It was not as big as erotic literature usually make them out to be, but it certainly wasn’t something to shirk off. Just feeling the warm rod against her body made her clench her back legs reflexively.

The kisses and nibbles stopped as Valiant glanced at what she was looking at, and immediately went red.

“Oh…eheh, I guess all the kissing got me a bit worked up …” Valiant nervously chuckled, “Sorry about that…”

“Don’t be. Ya ain’t the only one…” Red June said blissfully, clenching her legs a bit as more juices coated her thighs. She craned her head, as she began kissing along Valiant’s lower jaw-line, mixing it up with a few small licks here and there.

This obviously earned her a silent moan, as the alicorn leaned his head back a bit, giving the mare more room, as she nuzzled deeply into his neck. As she did so, she felt Valiant’s malehood thrust upwards, twitching against her teats, as if it was by accident, but either way, the feeling elicited a hiss from the stallion.

His pride wasn’t the only one twitching, as Valiant’s wings nearly sprang out, locking and unlocking against his will, as the male rubbed his hooves up and down Red June’s sides, being careful not to trail down too far…Red June always knew him to be a gentlecolt.

Then June felt Lance’s hooves stopped in the middle, and gripped her sides tightly. Before she could ask what he was doing, she felt her back leaving the door and her hooves the floor, as Valiant hovered across the room. Instinctively, Red June hugged Valiant tightly, inadvertently sandwiching the alicorn’s stallionhood tightly between them, the warmth making her nethers tingle more, as well as becoming more slick.

Red June was caught off-guard by Valiant’s actions, and a bit frightened, she might admit, but when she glanced back up at Valiant, he gave her that smile that she could not get enough of, and her grip slackened to a point where she could comfortably hang onto Valiant. It was a wonder how Valiant could get off the ground with his wings acting the way they were, but Red June was in no state of mind to question things.

The two remained airborne for about a few seconds, before the alicorn placed Red June on her bed gently, before landing on his hooves, standing atop her, his wings spread wide and rigid, his light blue eyes boring into her and her body.

The mare felt her already rapid heartbeat pick up, and her body temperature increasing, as she could sense Valiant observing the mare that he was going to take for his own. Her entire body was in a complete state of arousal, drenched in sweat, her teats painfully erect, and her slit drenched with pre-cum, and if the look in Valiant’s eyes were any indication, he liked what he saw.

Then, she felt a bit of magic grasping her bandanna, as Valiant levitated the bandanna off of her mane, and placed it on the bedside table. Though it was unnecessary (courteous, yes, necessary, no), it somehow made her feel more exposed than she was already in her position.

Speaking of positions, after setting the bandanna down, Valiant lowered himself towards her body to a point where their chests were nearly touching. Red June would had loved to maintain eye contact with him, but he was certainly taller than her, made evident by the fact that June was faced with Valiant’s slightly red and love bite-ridden neck.

She could feel the heat radiating off Valiant’s body, making her sweat even more, and it only got hotter as she felt ‘it’. Valiant’s length was now pressing against the soaked gateway that lead into her velvet-like tunnels, as the stallion made to steady it so he could line it up. The mare stifled a moan into the base of the stallion’s neck as the flared head of Valiant’s member rubbed against the outer lips of her soaked core, a rather squish-like sound ensuing with each press.

Soon, the alicorn’s length stopped rubbing, and was now thoroughly pressed against her slit properly, moments from prying it open and plunging into its hot, drenched depths. Red June withheld a breath as Valiant moved his snout close to June’s ear…

“Are you ready, June?” The alicorn whispered softly, nuzzling against her ear shortly after.

Though it was very kind of Valiant to ask a question before he went and took her virginity, Red June knew that it was pretty much a pointless question. Even if she was having second thoughts, they would easily dissipate as she saw Valiant atop her, with his wings spread far and wide and his body prime and ready to go. He was like an angel sent down from far above, with one sole purpose…to take her, and her alone, for his own…and it made her want this…want him even more.

Leaning her head up a little so her mouth was close to Valiant’s ear, she whispered two words…

“Take me…”

After giving her consent, Valiant gave a small smile as he braced himself and drilled his length forward, spreading her love canal open, entering at a slow but steady pace. Red June stifled a yelp as Valiant continued inserting more and more of his pride into the tight crevice of her mounds.

“Gah…Lance…” Red June moaned, placing her front hooves on his shoulder, wincing a bit in pain from the slow penetration. She could hear small mutters coming from Valiant, though she had trouble making it out…the only words she could make out was ‘tight’ and ‘warm’…and with the grip her walls had on his length, she could see where he got those words.

However, she felt a jolt as Valiant’s member was partway in, having made contact with a particular obstacle…her hymen. She tried looking up at Valiant (only managing to look up to his chin), who seemed to had paused for a moment, hesitant in what he was about to do…but it seem to had passed within seconds, as she felt Valiant’s length pull from her vaginal tunnels…then he thrust.

Red June always thought herself to be tough when dealing with pain, but when she felt the hard member break through the hymen, she let out a yelp, hugging Valiant tightly, as she felt tears comes to her eyes, trying her best to cope with the agony of her lost virginity.

She let out a small sniffle, when she felt lips pecking her forehead and the warm breath of the stallion above her.

“It’s alright…it’s alright…” She heard Valiant whispered, as she felt his one hoof stroke her side tenderly, trying to sooth her. It did work somewhat, as June soon felt her grip on Valiant’s body weaken, but it did nothing to sooth the pain.

Nonetheless, the pain in her nethers did eventually faded, as June took a deep breath. Valiant dared not move since the penetration (which she was grateful for), not until June finally said,

“Go ahead, Lance…” June murmured, nuzzling softly against his lower neck, “Just please be gentle…”

Valiant gave a small smile, and with a nod, he pulled out his member, coated with pre-cum and a bit of blood from the lost virginity, and thrust back in. June felt the sting of pain come back, but not as strong as before, and it was soon replaced by a pleasant jolt. This was the same story when Valiant thrust the second time, a bit of pain turning into pleasure, and still the same on the third thrust.

However, as Valiant buried his length into her for the fourth time, Red June felt no pain…only the most wonderful of sensations as quiet moans and gasps left her lips as the alicorn thrust at a higher pace, making an odd squishing sound.

Red June’s breathing took on a new pattern as her breathing became rapid. She clenched her eyes shut and let out a particular long moan, the decibels changing erratically with each hump Valiant gave. She could finally feel sweat gleaming off Valiant’s body, it finally overcoming the deodorant he had used, and smell his musk, driving her senses wilder.

June went back to kissing Valiant’s neck, going as far as to taking small love bites and licks. Each nip she gave his neck, she could feel her partner shudder a little as he continue to thrust into her steadily. The colt decided to repay the favor by doubling his kissing efforts on everything he could reach in his position, be it her forehead, the sides of her face, and even one of her ears. He even went on to wrap his tail around hers, tugging it inadvertently with each buck he gave.

Things went this way for what seemed like forever…even though in reality, it had been mere minutes since they began. As June laid there, her body rippling with each rock of Valiant’s hips, she felt everything around her melt into nothingness. All she could smell was Valiant. All she could taste was Valiant. Heck, all she could see and hear was Valiant. As for what she was feeling…it was indescribable.

Here she was, being mated by her best friend…no…her coltfriend. She was always taught that she should give her virginity to the stallion (or mare, if she ever did swing that way) she loved…and honestly, she did love him. She loved how kind he was…how down to earth he is…and she especially loved how he would do anything just to make her happy…

And to think she was going to end it all out of fear of losing him. Well, now, she wouldn’t end it, even if doubts about her and him still persisted. Valiant was making it perfectly clear that he loved her and only her… and she would be as damned to let it go just as Whirlwind was when she left Prism…





”Oh, for Faust’s sake, would you let it go?! Me and Prism are married now, no need to bring it up anymore, okay?!”


“Sorry, Wind. Last time, Ah swear…”





Red June opened her eyes bleakly, pulling away from Valiant’s neck and leaning her head back to see Valiant’s face looking down on her, giving her a small but strained smile, as he continued thrusting forward, panting up a storm while his wings were locking and unlocking constantly, almost in sync with his bucks.

Soon, Red June felt her legs twitching, and an impending pressure in her loins, just about ready to give…

“L-Lance…Ah’m…Ah’m getting close…” Red June said, her pants making it hard to get out proper sentences.

“Is that so?” Valiant panted, also having trouble formulating sentences, “Then let’s make this finish a big one.”

With that said, Valiant then began thrusting into her core faster. Red June let out louder moans as the stallion pounded against her marehood with lesser relent, even more so as she began to feel something toy with her clitoris. June looked down quickly to see her joy buzzer being wrapped in a blue glow, indicating that Valiant was using his magic, as the stallion’s length continue invading her tunnels right beneath it. Yup, like she said to herself before, he would do anything to make her happy…really happy.

The pressure in her nether regions continue to grow and grow as Valiant’s thrusts grew faster and deeper, to a point that Valiant’s jewels was slapping against June’s hindquarters with each thrust forward. Red June’s moans soon turned to howling, as her body writhe in all the sensations she was feeling. It was only a matter of time before something gave…

And sure enough, something did. After one powerful thrust from Valiant, June let out a mix of howling and screaming as her orgasm came flooding out of her marehood, her girlcum drenching Valiant’s stallionhood and scrotum, as well as the area of the sheets that was under the two interacting organs.

Red June’s scream eventually died out along with the copious amount of her juices that flowed out of her flower, as she fell limp against the bed, trying to catch her breath. However, Valiant was not finished yet, as he stop grasping June’s clit with his magic and put more emphasis on his thrusts to achieve his own release.

Valiant would not have to wait much longer, as he gave a few more strong and deliberate bucks of his hips, before he let out a loud groan as his erection spasm deep within June, shooting streams of his essences inside. June gave a small shudder as she felt her stallion’s member filled her marehood to the brim, so much in fact that some of the cum squirted down the side of his length.

The alicorn’s thrusts soon reduced to slow humps as his length continued giving off more and more fluids. June was not sure as to how much he was releasing, but all she knew was that it seem to have no end…

But it did end. Valiant’s length gave off one last jet of his semen, and soon as it did, he pulled out till half of his now-half mast length was visible, covered with a glimmering sheen of both his and June’s juices, and Valiant’s face was level with June’s, content lined in both their faces, as the stallion laid atop his mare.

“Lance…” June whispered, as she limply wrapped her hooves around Valiant’s neck, “Oh mah stars…that was wonderful.”

“Not half bad for the first time… huh?” Valiant panted, bringing his snout closer to June, “I’m glad it was with somepony as beautiful…as you…”

“Me? Beautiful? Naw…” June denied, a blush appearing once more on her face.

“I mean it.” Valiant insisted, “To me…you are the most beautiful mare in the world…both outside and inside…the one true reason I wanted to be wrong about everything…”

“Oh, Lance…” Red June gave a small smile, as she then pulled Valiant into a tender kiss, “Thank you for being wrong…”

“Being right is over-rated anyways.” Valiant chuckled softly as he kissed back.

The two shared the loving kiss for a minute, before Red June gave a slight moan of satisfaction. She pulled away and glanced down at where they were still joined, and saw her mating partner’s member was returning to full rigidity.

“Oh my…” Red June gasped, her blush worsening, “Ya still…”

“Apparently so…” Valiant glanced down as well, before turning to face June, giving a smirk, “So…June, you think you are up for a second try?”

Red June didn’t respond at first, still looking at the two joined organs, before facing Valiant, a small smile creeping on her face, “Well, mah parents aren’t due back for a while…” She then gave Valiant a small lick on the cheek, “Why not?”

That was all that Valiant needed to hear. Valiant slowly rose to his knees, and adjusted his hips so he could prepare to make more love to his beloved. Valiant then began to pull his erect member from June’s marehood, smiles of excitement and love lined across both ponies’ faces.

With just the tip of Valiant’s length still inside her, Red June prepared for the next onslaught of passionate sensations that would greet both of them….just her and her handsome stallion…

When suddenly, the door to her room opened, as none other than her father Big Macintosh came in.

“Sugarcube, are ya in hereeeeee…” Big Mac trailed off, as he saw the two young adults on the bed.

Both Red June and Valiant nearly went rigid with terror, Red June herself moreso. She knew her father was not a violent stallion, but she could not comprehend what was going through his mind when he sees his own daughter, laid about her bed, with a young stallion atop her, about to take her for his own…again. It certainly didn’t help that Valiant’s member was still in her, though now limp in terror.

Instantly, Valiant pulled out of her, quickly trying to cover his soaked stallionhood, while Red June flipped onto her stomach to hide her erect teats and covering her equally soaked flower with her tail, both of them trying to save face.

“Pa!” Red June gasped, dying of embarrassment, “What are ya doing here?!”

“Sir, this is not what it looks like!” Valiant stammered, probably scared out of his mind.

Big Macintosh was silent.

“Lance and Ah were…then…gah…” Red June tried to formulate a proper excuse, but words were failing her once more.

“Please don’t kill me, Mr. Apple!” Valiant pleaded.

The older Earth Pony said nothing still.

Red June grimaced. She was afraid of what her father might do to the stallion who took her virginity. Best case scenario, he would chase Valiant off and make it to where he would never want to see her again. Worst case scenario, Big Mac would go bat-crap insane and murder him right here and there. Either way, things didn’t look too good for Valiant or her…the two looked at each other, both thinking the same thing, and prepared themselves for what might come…

“Eenope.”

“Huh?” Red June and Valiant said in unison.

The two glanced at Big Mac, and they were surprised to see on his face, not contorted in anger, but limp with horror, much like theirs.

“Pa?” Red June asked tenderly.

“Eenope.” Big Mac said once more, his voice emotionless, though he looked like a deer in headlights. Then he began to slowly back out of the room, saying ‘eenope’ once more, and saying it repeatedly as he exit out into the hall, closing the door behind him, his ‘eenopes’ fading away.

Red June and Valiant only looked at each other in confusion, wondering what the hell just happened there…





All the mares in Anthea’s room were beyond all words shocked.

“Oh my gosh…” Whirlwind said, trying to keep her jaws from going slack.

“Your father walked in on you and Lance right there?” Crystal Clarity asked in disbelief, “And did nothing?”

“Eeyup.” Red June nodded, “Ah tell ya, it was one of the most awkward moments of mah life.”

“Holy crap…what happened next?” Starburst asked out of curiosity.

“Well, me and Valiant went downstairs to find mah ma and pa, pa still saying ‘eenope’. Apparently, they came home because they forgot some supplies for the schoolhouse.” Red June explained, before shaking her head, “Knowing full well that we were caught doin' it, we all sat down and we told them about us…”

“And how did they take to you having your cherry recently ‘popped’?” Nidra questioned, giving a slight snicker.

“Ah thought Ah said no ‘cherry’ puns.” Red June said with a glare, before it faded, “But anywho, they took it quite well. Ma was all excited that Ah had a stallion in my life, a prince no less, and Pa…he looked like he wanted to forget that he saw anything.”

“But what of Valiant?” Créme asked.

“Lance? Oh, after we got all cleaned up-and no, Annie, there was no shower sex.” Red June cast a small glare at Anthea, who was about to raise her hoof, only for her to deflate with a pout, “Valiant had to get home…but Ah tell ya, that day was just…” She gave a content sigh, “It was a big step forward for both of us, and we had been happy for the next six years…”

“That is certainly wonderful, June…” Crystal Clarity said with a smile, “And from the looks of It, it seems like you and Valiant are not only more than friends…but I might say you two are a lot more than just coltfriend and marefriend.”

“Well, Ah guess ya could say something like that…” Red June rubbed her mane.

“I’ll say.” Anthea gave a small smile, “So when can we expect you two to get married?”

Immediately, everypony burst into laughter as Red June went beet red.

“Whoa, there, Annie, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Ah’ll admit, me and Lance are awfully close now…but we hadn’t talked about marriage or anything…” Red June stammered.

“Aw…but why not?” Anthea gave a cute pout, “You two had been dating for six years now, haven’t you?”

“Annie’s right, besides, it would be nice to see that Operation: RedHeart came to very romantic and very good conclusion.” Cotton sighed wistfully.

“Ah’m sure it would. But me and Lance are just content with where we’re at now…” Red June explained…before giving a sincere smile, “But…if Lance were to propose or something…Ah might be inclined to say yes.”

“Ooh, dibs on the reception planning!” Cotton raised her hoof excitedly.

“Of course. Ya the first mare Ah would go to.” Red June smiled.

“I still can’t believe that pretty boy alicorn called me an idiot.” Whirlwind said, her voice taking a rather peeved tone.

“Can you blame him? He envied your and Prism’s relationship.” Nidra said, shaking her head, “Heck, he was half-tempted to get over his fear of using his love magic just to get you two back together again.”

“I still wish that you had told us sooner about you and Lance.” Crystal told Red June, “I mean, all this time, just your parents knew about this?”

“Yeah…although Ah think his mom might know about us… just the other day, Ah got a book in the mail from her that read ‘How To Spice Up Your Love Life’.” Red June gave a small shudder, “It was kinda creepy.”

“Well, aunt Cadance was never one for subtlety.” Starburst said with a small smirk on her face.

“I agree with Claire.” Créme declared, “I don’t see why you hid your relationship from everyone. I mean, you and Valiant loved each other, and had very intimate relations…as I can see, you two had nothing to be ashamed of. If I was dating someone that was of a different class, I wouldn’t be ashamed, in fact, I would be proud that I am in love with a stallion far different from me.”

The other mares stared at Créme.

“…What?” Créme asked, a bit perturbed by the stares.

“Why, Créme, you sound like you were speaking from experience just now.” Crystal said with a wry grin.

“Yeah…is there a stallion in your life we don’t know about?” Nidra added on with a grin of her own.

“Well…” Créme trailed off, a blush appearing in her cheeks, “There is this cute stallion…”

“Ooh, care to tell us who?” Cotton asked.

“Yeah, June is done with her story. Maybe you like to be the next to tell us your story?” Anthea followed up, quite intrigued.

“Um…I don’t know…” Créme muttered, rubbing her hoof nervously.

“Don’t ya be shy, Créme.” Red June assured with a smile, “We’re all friends here.”

“Yeah, I wanna know who this guy is.” Whirlwind insisted.

“Oh…okay.” Créme let out a sigh, as Red June stepped away from the center of the circle so she could take her spot, “I must warn you though, things might get very steamy real quickly…”

Chapter End
> Chapter Two: Never Leave A Debt Unpaid
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Chapter Two: Never Leave A Debt Unpaid

(Approximately three to four years earlier, around the time of Storm Wardens)

Créme let out a breathy moan as she felt the weight of her stallion pressed hard against her back, mounting and rutting her with great ferocity.

Her body writhed underneath the stallion, as he bit and sucked her neck passionately, with deep and sensual licks in the middle. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine, making her flower give off more of her fluids. The shivers only got worse when the stallion then brought one of his front hooves to her left teat, erect from arousal, rubbing it tenderly as opposed to his rather rapid and jerky thrusts into her sanctum.

The young unicorn could not make sense of what it was she was enjoying more, but it mattered not. What did matter that it was him that was doing this to her, making her feel like she was in cloud nine. She may not be the smartest mare, she will admit, but she knew for the fact that this stallion truly made her feel like a mare, and was truly a stallion among stallions…and his name was…



“WHOA!”

“What?” Créme blinked, confused as all the other mares’ cheeks were pink…and Whirlwind and Starburst’s wings were sprouted open, while 

Nidra struggled to keep hers in.

“Créme!” Claire squeaked, before she coughed a bit and cleared her throat, and composed herself, “Créme, darling, what are you doing?”

“Telling you all my first time. That is what we are doing, right?” Créme asked.

“Oh, honey…” Nidra put a hoof to the bridge of her snout.

“For cryin’ out loud, Créme, ya can’t just drop intimate details like that without a proper warnin’!” Red June stammered.

“Why?” Créme tilted her head, “You didn’t.”

“Uh, yeah, because she had built up to it!” Whirlwind groaned, as she tried to get her wings back into check, “You just skipped to the juicy 
part!”

“Really?” Créme murmured, “I only thought that you guys would only be interested in the good part.”

“Well, we kinda are…” Cotton gave a small shrug.

“But I think we would like to hear the whole story before we get to the juicy bits, okay?” Anthea finally got her blush to die down, finishing with a smile.

“Very well, then.” Créme said with a nod, “Let try this again…”




A few hours earlier…

It was late afternoon in the town of Canterlot, capital of Equestria, as Celestia was slowly but surely lowering the sun towards the horizon.
Not that Créme was paying any attention to the sun, as she was more focused on the happenings of her own household, for she was preparing a welcome home party for her parents, Fancy Pants and Fleur Dis Lee, who were off visiting the Buckhamas for a second honeymoon or something to that effect, and were due to return tonight.

The alabaster unicorn was roaming through her parent’s spacious penthouse apartment, overseeing a group of decorator ponies as they were putting up decorations and streamers, making sure that everything was going as planned. She would had prefer to have done all the decorating herself, but unfortunately, the last time she had attempted to do so, she accidentally burned down the living room.

Needless to say, Fancypants was greeted to a somewhat unpleasant surprise on his last birthday.

So, she decided for this time to just be the supervisor of the decoration proceedings. Things were going smoothly, and better yet, nothing had caught on fire like last time. For it should. Her parents were always out on business trips, with her father dealing with trades from other countries and her mother doing a modeling gig in Zebrica or some third-world country.

That said, it was tough not having her parents around most of the time, and while they would try to make up for it by giving her presents 
(including a hundred thousand bit-worth necklace), it made Créme ecstatic for when they would come home and spend time together like a 
real family should. And what better way to spend it by having a party?

Créme stifled a giddy giggle as she glanced around the decorated room. Yes, everything was going according to plan. Decorations were in place, the room was clean, and the food-

The unicorn frowned as she then glanced at the empty table in the dining room. She almost forgot about that.

Normally, she would have her cook, a very good but very mean-sounding stallion (Rampsey, that was his name) make up a feast fit for the princesses, but unfortunately, he came down with the mumps and couldn’t make it to work.

This was truly a problem, as nopony up at her penthouse were qualified cooks, and the last time she tried to make something, her food ending up coming to life. That was one freaky Mother’s Day.

However, she couldn’t simply get another cook on such short notice...that is, until she realized that she knew somepony that was not only a cook, but one of the best cooks she knows. So, after sending a letter to that special cook and getting a response just as quickly, she was now waiting for him to arrive. Hopefully he gets here soon or her party would become a complete and utter-

A knock rang from her door, much to Créme’s glee.

“Ooh, that must be him right now.” Créme thought giddily, as she ran to the door…



”Okay, I am going to go out on a limb here and say that the cook is the guy you had sex with.”

“Mercy me, how did you know, Nidra?!”

“Because this is starting to sound like the beginning of one of Claire’s books.”

“I have to agree with her, darling, this sounds a lot like the one with the mare and that plumber. Not very original, I’m afraid.”

“But Claire, this is a cook, not a plumber. They’re two different things.”

“Only a mere deviation, dear.”

“Who is this cook anyways? Some snooty, Prench-Bitalian chef from Eurodeo?”

“Well, Whirlwind…”



Créme went up to the door, pausing a moment to compose herself, and then opening it with a smile.

“Hello there, Del!” She greeted with a warm smile.

“Howdy, Miss Créme.” None other than Golden Delicious greeted.



”DEL?!”

“No way, Golden was the cook you were referring to?!”

“Oh yes. He was the only other chef I knew besides Rampsey that was good.”

“Wait a minute, if you said you slept with the cook…”

“Oh mah goddesses, ya slept with mah cousin?!”

“Um…yes?”

“How…I don’t even…”

“My, this is certainly a surprise, darling.”

“Surprise is a huge understatement there, Claire. How is it that you bedded Del?”

“Better yet, how come Del didn’t say anything?! I’ve been working out with that stallion all those years and not once had he said anything!”

“Yeah, it’s like Red June and Lance all over again!”

“Yeah, what gives?!”

“Well…you see…how me and Del came to…do the deed…was kind of embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing how?”

“I’ll try to get to that, Cotton…but as I was saying…”



“Come on in.” Créme gestured the golden stallion in, “I’m so glad you could make it here on such short notice.”

“It was nuthin’, ma’am.” Golden nodded, “Ah was more than willin’ to come and help out a friend. Besides, it’s not like much was happenin’ on the farm anyways.”

“Well, thank you either way. My parents are coming back here tonight and I want to give them the best welcome home party as pony-ly possible.” Créme explained.

“Well, ya seem off to a mighty good start.” Golden gave a smile as he looked around at the decorations, “The décor is amazing.”

“That is what I was paying for.” Créme chuckled, “Best ten thousand bits I ever spent.”

“Ten thousand?!” Golden did a double take, “W-whoa nelly, you really want to impress your parents, don’t you?”

“Well, they’re my parents. They deserve the very best!” Créme declared proudly, “I would pay anything to make them happy.”

“Ah see.” Golden nodded, “So…Ah take it that why you called me?”

“Kind of. Our cook is out sick today, and you are the only other chef I could turn to in such short time.” Créme said softly, “I know it’s a lot to 
ask of you, but I hope you can cook up a meal that says ‘Welcome home, mom and daddy’ with the greatest amount of love you can dish out.”

“Well, Ah can assure you it’s not too much.” Golden smiled, “Hay, just give me a kitchen and whatever ya have in the fridge, and ah can make a 
meal fit for the princesses and their spouses.”

“Ooh, that is what I wanted to hear.” Créme chirped gleefully, “I promise you, when all said and done, you will be handsomely rewarded.”



”Oh, Créme!”

“What? All I said is that I would pay him lots of bits for making a tasty meal.”

“Oh…”

“What did you think I meant?”

“Well, Créme, when a mare usually say ‘handsomely rewarded’, she means-“

“No, Annie…just no.”



“That won’t be necessary, Créme.” Golden shook his head with a small smile, “Ah’ll do ya cookin’ all for free. It’s the least Ah could do for a friend.”

“Oh, you are such a gentlecolt.” Créme crooned, as she hugged the stallion, catching him off guard. The hug only lasted for a few seconds before she pulled away, leaving Golden with red cheeks, as she turned to leave, “Well, I better get ready for tonight. You remember where is 
the kitchen is, right?”

It took the farmer stallion a few seconds to make a response, as he shook off the daze, “Oh, sure. Don’t ya worry, this meal will not only say ‘welcome home’, it will roll out the welcome wagon!”

Créme only giggled lightly as she headed up the stairs while the stallion left for the kitchen. Oh yes, this was going to be the best welcome party ever.



“Aw, I wish you came to me to help you with the party, Créme.”

“I’m sorry, Cotton. But you were really busy with some other party…besides, it wouldn’t had matter anyway…”

“And what do you mean by that, dear?”

“Oh…it’s nothing really…would you guys like to hear about the good part now?”

“Come on, Créme, what happened?”

“I doubt you really want to hear about that…”

“Um, yeah, we do…besides, we’re still waiting to hear how it was ‘embarrassing’.”

“…Oh, okay…”



An hour or so later, Créme was in her room, just finishing up on a project she was working on…that project being herself. Créme knew that she didn’t have to dress up all fancy and stuff just for her parents, but since this was a party, she wanted to be at her very best.

She pulled out all the stops, as she took a quick shower, washed her mane (twice, even), styled it perfectly and elegantly, applied a healthy amount of makeup and powder, put on a beautiful pearl necklace and a pair of matching diamond-studded earrings.

After all was said and done, she glanced at herself in the mirror, as to make sure there wasn’t a hair or tuft of fur out of place. When she found none, the mare gave a smile as she then did a few poses, just like her mother always does for a fashion shoot.

“Perfect.” She said to herself.

It was times like this that she was grateful to have a supermodel for a mother. She wasn’t vain or anything, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t have a beautiful body. Her curves were in all the right place, with long slender legs, a lean barrel, and quite a petite tush to go with it.

All of that went well with her beautiful light blue eyes and her pink mane. Yeah, she was drop-dead gorgeous.



”Wow, that definitely doesn’t sound vain at all.”

“Thanks, I thought so as well, Nidra.”

“…Oi…”



As she admired herself, a pleasant smell seeped into the room. As soon as the scent reached Créme’s snout, she could immediately feel her mouth watered. There was no doubt in her mind that the smell was coming from her kitchen, courtesy of Golden Delicious.

She always knew that she was making the right choice when she chose Golden Delicious to be her cook for the night. Ever since she first met him all those years ago, he never ceased to amaze her. It seemed like two years ago that her friend Claire introduced him to her, having brought him along to Canterlot for the first time.



“Um, Créme?”

“Yes, Cotton?”

“It was two years ago back then.”



Créme had never really met anypony from Ponyville, aside from Claire’s parents, and whenever she asked around Canterlot, they always had something mean to say about them, calling it a ‘back-water town’, filled with ‘nothing but mud-rolling Earth Ponies’. When she asked her parents, her father said it was a ‘charmingly rustic’ town filled with ‘kind townsfolk’. These conflicting opinions just confused the poor mare.
However, when she met Golden Delicious, she knew straight from the start that her parents were right. Golden Delicious (or Del, as her friend Claire called her) was, if she could put everything about him into a one word, a total sweetheart…wait, that would be two words…eh, no matter.

This continued throughout the day as the young unicorn got to know the Earth Pony more. Apparently, he came from Sweet Apple Acres, being the son of the owner of the farm (Applejack, her father said her name was), and he was curious about the city life, and had decided to tag along with Claire for usual trip up to Canterlot in order to sate said curiosity.

Créme, having lived in Canterlot her whole life, was willing to oblige the Earth Pony with answers to any questions he might have, as the three took a stroll around the city, and boy, did he have a lot of questions. However, as Del asked more questions about the city life, Créme herself began to grow curious about the life in the countryside, but before she could get a question in, it was already time for Del and Claire to return to Ponyville, and the young unicorn mare thought she might had lost her chance to learn about the country life from the country stallion forever…

But fortunately, she did end up getting her second chance, as it was a day before her father’s birthday, and Rampsey, the cook, broke his leg and was unable to make it to work, and they were in need of a replacement and fast. It was then, when Créme told her problem to Claire (who had recently started her jewelry business) that day that Del was quite a culinary whiz, and he could help out with their party.

And help he did. The morning after writing a request to the stallion for his help, Golden arrived at Canterlot and at her doorstep, ready to get cooking. And cooking, he did. Within an afternoon, Del had somehow managed to make use of almost everything he could find in the kitchen and created enough food to feed all of Canterlot and the Crystal Empire…okay, maybe not Crystal Empire, but it was a lot of food!

And by the goddesses did they taste good! The mini-sandwiches were divine, the hors d’oeuvres were magnificent, the tarts were amazing…she would had carry on about them had there been enough food for so many good words that described them. Everypony at the party loved them, even her father went on to say that his food was like it was crafted by angels themselves.

But Créme was happy that she could see Del again, so she could learn more about his country life. So, after the party was over, and Del was cleaning up the kitchen, Créme approached him and asked…

‘How do you turn off the rooster in the morning?’



”How you turn off a rooster? Are you serious?”

“What? I found it odd how a rooster always knows to crow early in the morning.”

“But Créme…that has to be…I don’t even…”

“I know, it was baffling to me as well, Nidra.”

“…Oh, honey…”

“May we proceed with the story, darling?”

“Of course. As I was saying…”



The question was indeed rather…peculiar, as a nice way of putting it, and looking back on it, even she knew it was a bad question…however, instead of correcting her in a condescending way or making some witty retort, Golden simply explained to her how a rooster work, and he did it all with a kind smile.

It was about when their friendship began. There was so much more she wanted to ask Golden, and the farmer stallion was willing to oblige answering every single one of them. Heck, he was more than glad to bring her to his home on Sweet Apple Acres and show her the true life of a country pony…unfortunately, that day didn’t bode well for her, as she was no good with farm work…and it seem to tick off Starburst who was there at the time…



”And why were you mad, Star?”

“Yeah, Del was just showin’ Créme the life of a hard workin’ pony. She wasn’t hurtin’ nopony.”

“It wasn’t anything against her, but she was really messing things up on the farm! I mean, how do you catch a cartful of apples on fire?!”

“Really? Are you sure you weren’t jealous, dear?”

“What?!”

“Yeah, that day was a while before we met Starfall. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was defending her ‘territory’ from ‘invaders’.”

“What?! No, you got it all wrong! I was not jealous! I was just looking out for Del’s farm!”

“Come on, guys, lay off her.”

“Thank you, Annie.”

“Besides, it’s Prism she always had the hots for.”

“Really? I knew Priz had his ways with mares, but you, Star?”

“NO! Why in Equestria would I ever consider going for Prism?”

“Because he’s hot, has cute green eyes, a sexy scar, and an adequately-sized dick?”

“…”

“Star? Are you alright?”

“I think you broke her, Annie.”

“How the buck do ya know how big Prism’s pride is?”

“And what the hell do you mean by ‘adequately-sized’?!”

“Um, ladies? Could I get back to my story please?”

“Now, Whirlwind, I didn’t mean to say Prism isn’t good in the-“

“How is Prism ‘adequately-sized’?!”

“I’ll just continue on then.”



But regardless of how bad that day went, Golden never once stopped being kind to her. He was easily the best ‘male’ friend that she had ever had…in fact, he was probably the only ‘male’ friend she did have.

And she made sure to repay his kindness the only way she knew how. When she saw how wonderful Del’s food was at her father’s party, she knew that he had a future in the business of cooking, and it just so happened that she had a talent when it came to managing businesses. So, she had decided to help him start his own catering business.

And sure enough, the business flourished. Sure, Del’s mother Applejack was skeptical at first, preferring that her son stayed with the family 
business, but even she couldn’t deny that her son was indeed a great chef. Nowadays, Golden Delicious was now the caterer everypony in Canterlot wanted to serve at their parties and events. Heck, even ponies from the Crystal Empire wanted a taste of his cooking.

Yeah, Golden Delicious was truly an amazing pony. There was no mistake about that.

After doing one last pose in the mirror, Créme made her way downstairs and to the dining room, where she was greeted by a wondrous sight…

The table was topped with a plethora of delicious food. Truffle mashed potatoes, caramelized pears, and those delicious daisies with gorgonzola, organized in a professional yet inviting manner. Del was just setting down a salad when he saw Créme come in, and judging by his surprised expression, he was dumbfounded by her beauty. Like she said, she was drop dead gorgeous.

“Wow…” Golden murmured, “Créme…ya looked beautiful…”

“Thank you, Del.” Créme said with a giggle, “You wouldn’t believe how many business deals I closed with this look. Like I said, only the best for my mom and dad.”

“And what better way to compliment that with this lovely meal?” Golden Delicious declared, as he smiled at the food on the table.

“This is absolutely incredible, Del.” Créme approached the table, giving a dainty sniff of all the wonderful food, “You really had outdone yourself!”

“Oh, it was nothing, Créme.” The stallion said with a humble shrug, before lighting up, “Oh, before I forget, I thought this dinner party could 
use a little music.” He ran over to a nearby gramophone that was perched not far from the table and turned it on, as piano music began emitting into the room.

“Ah, I love this song!” Créme smiled.

“Me too. Ah’ll admit, some of the city’s wonders rubbed off on me.” Golden Delicious chuckled, “Mostly thanks to you, of course.”

“Oh, you are too kind, Del.” Créme said with a ‘brush off’ gesture, as she glanced at the dinner table once more, “Mom and daddy are going to love this.”

Suddenly, the sounds of the telephone rang loud and clear throughout the loft.

“Ooh, that must be them right now.” Créme perked up, as she turned to leave, “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, Ah need to do a bit more patching up before this dinner is perfect anyhow.” Golden nodded.

Créme shook her head with a smile as she went to the phone. She didn’t know how the farmer could make such a delicious meal anymore perfect, but knowing him, he would probably find a way. That was just how he worked.

It took mere seconds for the young unicorn to reach the phone (which was perched on a small stand in the living room) by it’s third ring. With a simple levitate of her magic, she picked up the receiver piece and put it to the side of her head.

“Hello, Fancypants Residence, this is Créme speaking.”

”Hello, sweetheart! How’s my little gem doing?”

“Oh, hey, daddy, are you and mom enjoying your vacation?”

”We are doing very well, honey. I’ll tell ya that the Buckhamas are as great as I remembered.”

“Oh, that’s great! I really can’t wait for you to get home. I have a great big surprise waiting for you two…”

”Oh...oh dear, about that, sweetie.”

“What’s that, daddy?”

“You see, sweetheart…”

Créme listened attentively.

“Huh-huh…huh-huh…”

A frown grew on the young mare’s face.

“Oh…I see…”

“I’m truly am sorry, dear.”

“No, no, I understand. I guess I will talk to you when you get back…”

“Okay...love you, pumpkin.”

“…Love you, too, daddy.”

Créme lightly placed the receiver back on the phone, growing very quiet, as she made her way back to the dining room. By the time she returned, Golden was just finishing setting down silverware in a particular pattern on the table (Claire must had taught him that), when he turned to the young mare.

“Oh, Créme, you’re back. Are your parents on their way here?” Golden asked.

Créme didn’t answer right away, as she let out a small sigh…

“Actually, Del, my parents aren’t going to be arriving here when I originally expected.” Créme said half-heartedly.

“Oh, that’s fine, Créme.” Del smirked, not noticing the sadness in her voice, “Ah’m sure we can keep all this warm for an hour.”

“Actually, you might have to keep it warm a bit longer…” The young unicorn shook her head, as she gave a deep frown, “Daddy called me…he and mom are going to be spending a few more nights in the Buckhamas…so, actually, they’re not coming home tonight.”

“Oh.” Golden went silent, quite unsure of what to say.

“Tell me about it.” Créme muttered, “I had been planning this party all week, and I already paid the decorators…” She then glanced at Del and the dinner table, “And then there’s this delicious dinner…I’m so sorry, Del…this whole thing is a bust…”

“Hey, it’s fine, Créme. This ain’t the first time somepony had to cancel on me.” Golden said soothingly.

“No, it’s not!” Créme snapped, “You had been working all afternoon on this masterpiece and now it will all go to waste! You don’t deserve that! It’s completely unfair to you!”

“Whoa, easy there, Créme.” Del held up his hooves, “It’s really not that big of a deal to me. And it surely ain’t something to get upset over, especially you.”

“Well, it’s…” Créme tried to come up with a retort, only to let out a frustrated sigh, as she sat on a nearby chair, “You’re right…I’m just so disappointed. I have been looking to this party all month…”

“But Créme, surely ya can reschedule for when they actually come back.” Del said in a comforting tone, “And ya can keep the decorations the way they are till then and your chef should be better by then…”

“It’s not the party I’m upset about…” Créme clarified, as she pulled up a napkin to wipe a tear that was building in her eyes, “It’s just…this party is one of the only few times I ever get to spend time with mom and dad…”

“Oh come on, now, that can’t be true.” Del frowned, as he pulled up a seat and sat down, “I mean, Claire tells me how you were always helping 
Mr. Fancypants with business deal negotiations, and how you sometimes model with your mom.”

“Yes, but that’s when they are working.” Créme sadly remarked, sniffing a bit, “Almost every minute I spend with them, it is usually to help them with their jobs. We never get much, if any, time to have actual family bonding time…”

“Créme…” Golden whispered.

“I know, I know, my parents do their jobs so they could provide for me, and I am forever grateful for that.” Créme gave a small smile, before wiping her eyes again, “But sometimes it just gets so lonely around here”

However, when she said that one word, she felt a twinge of pain as more tears strike her eyes.

“So…so…lonely…”

She just couldn’t hold it in anywhere, as she let out a small sob.



“Oh, darling…”

“It’s fine, Claire. I will admit, it wasn’t one of my proud moments…among other moments that night…”



“Hey now, there’s no need to cry.” Golden stammered, as he put a hoof on her shoulder.

“I know…I know…” Créme nodded, though she continued whimpering, “My makeup is going to look a mess if I don’t stop, but it just hurts so much. I mean, look at you…you almost spend all your time with your parents. I would give up all my clothes and jewelries just to have that.”

“Oh come on, Créme, my family life is not worth that much.” Golden denied, though he had a bit of a blush in his cheeks.

“I guess you’re right.” Créme said, giving a sniffle, “Besides, I would still want to look good for everypony, and some of those necklaces were gifts from my parents, and I would be ungrateful trying to sell those and-”
“Créme.”

“…Thanks, Del.” Créme nodded, as she let out another sigh, “I’m so sorry about tonight. Here am I crying like a baby and wasting your time.” She then got up, “You are welcome to head back home, and I promise you, you will get paid for your troubles.”

“But Créme…” Golden began, going after her.

“No, no, you had done enough for me, Del, and it’s only fair that you get paid for it.” Créme shook her head, “I’ll be fine…once I get rid of this pain on the inside.”

“Well, Ah reckon that’s just because you’re hungry.” The farmer suggested, as he turned to the dining room table, “How about Ah fix ya up a plate? It’ll be a shame to waste all this food…”

“Thanks for the thought, Del, but I doubt anything will cheer me up about now…” Créme sighed as she continued outwards.

“Ya sure? Not even…mashed potatoes?” Del gave a wry grin.

Créme stopped in her tracks.

“Mashed potatoes?” Créme said, looking back.

“Yep, with lots of cream and butter.” Del gestured to the said potatoes.

“I like cream and butter…” Créme admitted, as she walked back into the room and sat down at her chair.

With a smile, Golden dished her up a plate in a quick and orderly fashion, and Créme herself was quick in taking a bite from the fluffy golden mashed vegetable…



”Um, technically, it’s a starch, Créme.”

“Are you sure, June? Because I recall ponies calling it a vegetable.”

“Take it from a farmer, Créme. Ah know mah vegetables.”



As soon as Créme took that bite from the starch, she immediately let out a moan of satisfaction.

“Oh Faust, this is delicious…” Créme said, not caring that her mouth was full when she said it.

“Thank you.” Golden nodded, as he got ready to leave to the kitchen, “So, I guess I’ll just leave you to it and clean up the kitchen…”

“Hold on.” Créme called out, prompting Golden to stop, “You don’t expect me to eat all my lonesome self, do you?”

This question caught the stallion off guard a bit, as he struggled to recover poise, “Uh…um, no, but it would be highly un-chef-like to eat with the one he was cooking for, or so Claire told me…”

“Come on, I insist. I won’t tell anypony.” Créme said insistently.

“Well…alright…” Golden shrugged, as he took a seat right across from her at the table, before giving a nervous smile, “I hear that the food here is really good…”

Needless to say, it made Créme laugh.



”Well, that was real nice of him.”

“It was, Cotton. Goldie is really a good stallion.”

“Well, mah aunt did do a good job raisin’ him…however, Ah am tryin’ to make sense why he would…ahem…rut you. It doesn’t sound a bit like him…”

“Yeah. He’s the last guy I would expect to actually have sex with anypony…no offense, Red June.”

“None taken.”

“Oh…that…it was kinda my fault…”

“How could it be your fault? It takes a stallion to buck a mare senseless, and a mare to be bucked senseless.”

“Wow, that’s actually nice logic, Annie…blunt, but nice.”

“Thanks, Whirlwind.”

“Well, you see, Annie, as me and Del were eating dinner…let’s say we got into some chardonnays…”



There they were, just her and Golden, eating the dinner that was originally intended for the welcome home party. Créme didn’t really expect the night to go out like this, but it was certainly better than spending the night crying herself to sleep and letting the food go to waste.
Good thing too, because the food was just so good! And she wasn’t just talking about the potatoes. After finishing their plates of potatoes, they went on to other dishes that Del had prepared tonight, continuing with the salad, tasting crisp and fresh (and was real good with the dressing), then when they finished that, they went on to the pears, making her taste buds soar, and now, they were feasting on the daisies with the gorgonzola, which was just divine.

The entire meal was just so enjoyable, especially since she had it to share with Del, as the two had one conversation after another. In fact, she couldn’t keep track of all they had talked about that night…there was that one bit about how Prism saved his mother from falling to her death during a terrible storm at a Wonderbolt Exhibition Show in Manehatten, but aside that, all of it was a blur.

Thought that might have been because of the chardonnays.

About half-way through the mashed potatoes, Créme decided to break open one of the bottles, having brought them out for the party, and seeing no point in putting them away after getting them out, decided to pour her and Del a glass of the stuff.

It was originally going to be one or two glass (she was never much of a drinker), but as they continue to dine, she kept finding herself pouring another glass whenever it was empty. Golden was more reserved when it came to the stuff, but he was still drinking one glass after another.
Looking back on that night, Créme could not explain why she drank so much…was it because she was still upset about her parents prolonging their vacation and inadvertently snubbing her party? Or was it because she was lonely and alcohol was her only friend…aside Del of course… She did not know, and didn’t care, to tell the truth. All she knew that it led to now…

“To mashed potatoes.” Créme raised her seventh glass (or was it the eighth?), giving a small giggle.

“And to admittedly my favorite kind of wine…” Del raised his own glass (probably his fourth or fifth), “…Free.”
They clanked their glasses together and took a sip of their drinks.

“I have to hand it to you, Del…” Créme smiled, though her expression seemed a bit dazed, “This meal really...and pardon my language…kicks flanks. It really cheered me up.”

“I knew it would.” Del chuckled softly, “My mom taught me almost everything I knew when it came to cookin’. But my main inspiration was from my great-grandma, Granny Smith, may Faust rest her soul. I owe some of my success to her.”

“That’s lovely, dear…” Créme giggled, before a frown appeared on her face, “Too bad my mom and dad weren’t here to enjoy this…”

“Shh…potatoes…” Golden interrupted, as he scooped up a bit more potatoes and put it on her plate, “It’s a shame they couldn’t make it…but I’m sure they having as much fun as we are right now in the Buckhamas…”

“Yeah, guess so…” Créme shrugged, as she took another sip, “Still…my parents had some nerves to snub me.”

“Excuse me?” Golden perked up.

“Look, I know it’s their honeymoon or whatever…” Créme muttered, “But here I am, alone at home, trying to arrange a party for them, repaying them for giving me life and all those fancy gifts, and having you cook this meal that tastes like it was crafted by Faust herself, and then daddy tells me that he and mom wants to spend more time doing Faust knows what in the Buckhamas…I bet they’re probably gettin’ it on right now…”

“Um, Créme?” Golden Delicious frowned, never hearing her talk about her parents such way.

“I mean, it’s not like I have many friends here in Canterlot.” Créme continue to ramble, “The only true friend I ever had around here was Claire, and then her mother and that glorious hunk of a dragon decided to move to Ponyville, leaving me with the rest of the nobles. Every mare here I know is always some high and mighty bitch, going on about who has the most money, or who nabbed the richest stallion in town, or who got the biggest butt implant…”

“Uh, Créme…” Golden tried to get a word in, growing more perplexed at her harsh words.

“And don’t get me started on the boys…” Créme shuddered, taking another sip of her drink, “Sure, they act like they care about you, and that they want to spend the rest of their lives with you…but it is obvious that they want only one thing…you want to know what they want?”

“To be honest, ma’am…” Golden muttered nervously, not liking the look in Créme’s eyes, “I’m a bit ‘fraid to ask.”

“Oh, I tell you what they want.” Créme gave a malicious smile, disregarding Golden’s answer, as she rose up in her seat, and place one of her hooves on her…flanks, right around her cutie mark, rubbing it sensually.

Del’s jaw dropped.

“This. They just want to mount you and rut your pretty flanks senselessly for one night before going home and never call you again, and brags to his friends about his latest ‘conquest’” Créme gave a pout…or what looked like a pout, for her state of sobriety contorted it somewhat into a look of perversion, as she glanced at her rear, as if she grew a fascination with rubbing it, feeling it’s soft contour and plush-like attributes, even proceeding to pat it a few times.

It took the stallion a few minutes to get his slightly-buzzed brain back running, and to stop looking at the mare rubbing herself, as he gave a prominent blush.

“Um, Créme…how much did ya have to drink?” Golden asked, trying to keep his eyes off her flank.

Créme didn’t answer at first, as she still looking at her flanks, before taking in Del’s question, and answer with a bright yet tipsy smile, “Oh…I don’t know…one, two…ten…” She then proceeds to take another drink from her glass, finishing it off, “But don’t worry…I am not think as you drunk I am…”

Golden just looked at her with a raised brow that could easily make that hunk Dwayne Jockeyson jealous.

“Okay, Ah think ya might had have enough.” The farmer stallion declared, proceeded to take the glass away from the unicorn. Créme tried to pull it away, but in her state, she was unable to put up a better fight.

“Oh come on, Del, at least let me have one more…” Créme whimpered, giving a rather cute pouty face.

“Sorry, Créme.” Del shook his head, trying to clear the sensual thought of the mare’s flanks out of his head as well as the buzz from the alcohol, “We wouldn’t want to hurt that pretty little head of yours, would we?”

“I guess…” Créme said, maintaining her little pout.

Things went silence for a second…before Créme’s pout soon turned to a smile…a rather odd smile.

“Um, what are you smiling about?” Del asked.

“Oh…nothing.” Créme tittered, “It’s just…you always seem to be looking out for me.”

“Well, Ah wouldn’t be a good friend if Ah didn’t.” Del gave a small smile.

“Really? Because you came and cook for me, cheered me up with your delicious food, and kept me company all through today…” Créme 
mused, continuing with that odd smile, “Sounds like a lot of nice things to do for just a ‘friend’.”

The way Créme put an emphasis on the word friend perturbed the farmer stallion a bit.

“Well, ya needed my help, and Ah was always taught to help a dame in need. Besides, Ah don’t like seeing mares cry.” Del admitted, getting a small blush in his cheeks.

“Is that why?” Créme asked as her odd grin grew wider, “Del…”

“Um, yes?” Golden Delicious asked with worry appearing on his face.

“You told me that your mother is the Element of Honesty, correct?” Créme inquired.

“That is true.” Golden nodded, though finding the question quite perplexing.

“Then I want you to be honest with me…have you…ever kissed a mare before?”



”Whoa, you seriously asked Del if he kissed somepony before?”

“Um…yes…I was pretty…intoxicated at the time.”

“Drunk or not, dear, talk about being blunt.”

“It gets worse, Claire…”



“W-what?” Del stammered, his jaw gaping at the question, “What kind of question is that?”

“Just answer the question, Del.” Créme said with a small giggle.

“Uh…” Del struggled to answer, his cheeks growing redder. He tried not to look at her in the eyes, as if it was some dirty secret…however, she herself was getting a kick out of it. Del was extremely cute when he was flustered.

“Go on, Del…I won’t judge.” Créme assured, keeping that odd smile.

Del glanced at her with uncertainty, as he let out a sigh, “Yes…yes, I have.”

“Anypony I know?”

Del held his breath when he heard the follow-up question. He let out a small mutter that was impossible for even bat ponies to hear.

“What was that, dear? Speak up.” Créme said, putting a hoof to her ear.

Del let out a sigh, “Cotton Candy.”



”Cotton? Del kissed Cotton?”

“You know, I remember hearing something from Prism about that.”

“Care to tell us how that happened, Cotton, dear?”

“Oh, there’s not much to tell. It was dark, my sisters were there…and trumpets were involved.”

“Trumpets?”

“Trumpets.”

“…Continuing on.”



“Cotton, you say?” Créme repeated, her interest piqued, though a bit…disappointed, “Are you and her…”

“Oh no, not at all!” Del answered too quickly for his liking, as he then cleared his throat, “Ah mean…sure, Cotton is a sweet mare…but she and Ah were best off as friends…”

“So you’re single?” Créme perked right back up.

Del blushed, scratching the back of his head, “’Fraid so. Ah just hadn’t really found a mare Ah took a likin’ to yet.”

“Really now? Tis a shame…what mare would be foolish enough to let a stallion, especially one such as you, slip through her hooves?” Créme asked, “Aside Whirlwind, of course.”



”What?!”

“Again, I was drunk, Whirlwind, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Really, dear? Because it seems you drinking seems to make you more…lucid.”

“Oh…sorry, Whirlwind.”



The blush on Del’s cheeks grew worse.

“Please, yer bein’ too kind, Créme.” Del said, remaining humble, “Ah not all that special or anything…”

“Apparently not kind enough.” Créme said with a frown, “I mean, look at you! You’re kind, sweet, loyal, smart, and you are an awesome cook! 
Not to mention you are unbelievably gorgeous and so Faust damn hot!” She emphasizes the last part with a slam on the table.

“Um…you really think that, Créme?” Del asked, unsure of how serious to take her drunk ‘prattling’.

“Think? I know!” Créme declared, standing up proudly, “I mean you have so much going for you!” However, as quickly as she stood up, she sat back down, a frown returning on her face, “What do I have to offer for stallions?”

“Oh, come on, Créme, Ah’m sure stallions line up all the time just to go on a date with you,” Del insisted.

“Yes, but like I said before, they always want one thing…my body.” Créme sighed, “I know I’m not a clever pony, but so far, there was only one other stallion that loved me for more than my body, and it didn’t work out…”

“Well, all those stallions are idiots.” Del said firmly, “Had they any lick of sense, they would see ya for far more than some eye candy, lovin’ you for your brilliant mathematics, how sweet you are, your cute laugh…and your beautiful eyes…” He trailed off, glancing off into the distance, before snapping back into reality, “But yeah, ya get my point, right?”

Créme paused for a moment, taking in what the stallion had just said…and an idea came into her head…a rather crazy idea…a wonderful, crazy idea…

“Golden…do you like me?”

Golden glanced at Créme in confusion.

“Um, yeah, of course Ah like you. You’re my friend.” Golden stated matter-of-factly

“Yes, but do you really like me?” Créme asked, with a purr at the end.

“Uh…Ah don’t think Ah follow.” Golden muttered, a sense of discomfort crawling up his spine.

“Come now, Del, I think the time for games had come and passed.” Créme gave a small giggle as she pointed at him, and said in a singsong voice, “I know your dirty little secret.”

“…You do?” Golden frowned, the discomfort growing along with the blush in his cheeks.

“Yes…you think I don’t see how you always want to spend time with me? All those time you came to me for business advice, answering all my pleas for help whenever I needed it? All those peeks you take of me when I’m not looking…and don’t think I didn’t catch you looking at me rubbing my butt minutes ago…” Créme said, pressing forward with each word, leaving the poor stallion unable to get a word in edgewise, “If I didn’t know any better, Golden Delicious…I say you have feelings for me…”

The stallion did not say anything…or it’s better to say he couldn’t, as not only his cheeks was red, but his entire face was a tomato. While he didn’t (or couldn’t) say anything, it was pretty clear that the inebriated mare had hit the nail right on the head…right into the board.

“Well…am I wrong?” Créme asked, knowing full well what the answer was…but it was enjoyable to hear what the stallion had to say.
It took Golden nearly a minute to respond to the question, as he looked down at his plate, unable to look at her in the eyes.

“N-no, ma’am…” Golden replied shakily, attributed to either to his anxiety or the drinks he had, “It’s…it’s true…ever since Ah first met ya…you were the prettiest mare Ah ever seen…and Ah dunno why…but Ah always had a crush on you…you were always so sweet and kind ta me…and ya help me found mah calling and start mah business…guess Ah mighta been spendin’ time with ya ‘cause Ah…Ah taken a fancy with ya.”

“…Oh…I see.” Créme said with a nod, before giving a small chuckle, “So…would you want to kiss me?”

Golden looked up from his plate, his eyes widened in shock.

“Huh?” Golden gasped, “K-kiss you?”

“Yes…would you want to kiss me?” Créme repeated herself, giving a grin that screamed seduction, “And be honest with yourself, Golden…I promise you that you won’t offend me…”

“Um…uh…” Golden muttered nervously, his blush not going away anytime soon, before he found the right words, “Yes…if it was alright, Ah would.”

“Hmm…would you want to caress me in your hooves, and hold me close, just to smell my mane and feel my body against yours?” Créme continued, leaning over the table, her tail swaying and smile unbroken.

Golden gave a small gulp, subconsciously gripping the tablecloth, but he still managed to answer, “Ah…Ah would not object to that if it were to happen…”

Créme’s smile only grew, as she leaned further, till her snout was centimeters from the stallion’s ear, her warm breath prompting Golden to shudder, “Would you…would you want to lay me on a bed and take me for your own?”




”Whoa!

“Hold on…it gets worse.”




Now that question truly caught him off guard, as the stallion sat there, quite stupefied by what the mare asked him, while Créme pulled away.

“…What was that, Créme?” Golden asked, praying to Faust that he did not hear that right.
Unfortunately, Créme’s smile only grew wider as she turned around in her chair, her back against Del…

“I said…would you…”

Then, without a care in the world, she raised her flanks, and with the flick of her tail, revealed her marehood and pucker, her most sacred parts of her body, to the farmer stallion.

“Want to mount me?”



The room went silence with disbelief, as Créme sat in the center, rubbing her hooves nervously, quite embarrassed at the memory.

“Wow…” Cotton said, her mouth agape.

“Wow is right, Cotton.” Whirlwind nodded in agreement. “Just…holy crap…”

“Ya seriously raised your tail, showed mah cousin yer lady bits, and asked him if he would want to mount ya? Just like that?!” Red June asked, her mind trying to comprehend what was just said.

“Um…yes…” Créme nodded, frowning, “Please don’t be mad…I was really…really drunk.”

“We understand, dear…but…by Faust, flashing a male…one of our friends, no less?!” Claire exclaimed, “I didn’t think you would do something like that.”

“Yeah…” Anthea murmured…before giving a wide smile, “I am so proud of you!”

“Say what?!” Everpony, including Créme, gasped.

“Come on, I am the most blunt out of everypony in this room, and I never once had the guts to flash T like that! Drunk or not, that’s the boldest thing I ever seen any mare done!” Anthea declared proudly.

“Annie, I don’t think you should be encouraging this.” Starburst frowned.

“I’m not encouraging anything! I’m just saying, it’s just exhilarating how Créme went and took what was hers! That brilliant, sexy, smart farmer stallion…” Annie smiled with a purr at the end.

“Um, Annie, ya do realize that this is mah cousin ya talking about.” Red June cast a warning glare.

“Not to mention our friend!” Whirlwind huffed.

“Yeah. First Valiant, and now Golden…” Nidra shook her head, “What’s next? You’re going to play up Claire’s cousin Pixel?!”

“Don’t be silly…” Annie pouted, “Pixel is too young to be getting involved with boys…for now.”

“What do you mean ‘for now’?!” Claire challenged.

“So what happened next, Créme? Is this the part where you and Golden gets nasty?” Cotton asked.

“Um…sorta…should I continue? I don’t think June would like it.” Créme glanced at Red June warily.

“It’s fine, Créme.” Red June said reassuringly, “You just…caught me off guard with what ya did.”

“Besides, if I can stand a story of her having sex with my cousin, she can take you boning her cousin.” Starburst shrugged, much to Red June’s chagrin.

“Goodness, what with everypony acting so blunt tonight?” Crystal Clarity shook her head.

“Ah blame it on the alcohol.” Red June replied with a roll of her eyes.



If Créme hadn’t blown Del away with her drunk ramblings or borderline groping her flanks, her baring her dainty slit and star to him practically sent him flying.

The stallion’s jaw was so unhinged that if this was some cartoon, it would had hit the table. The poor stallion was speechless…and not for the lack of trying, as all the sounds that was coming from his mouth were nothing more than squeaks and gasps.

From the look of his face, it’s like Créme had shown him a vampire fruit bat (which he was absolutely terrified of for reasons she didn’t know), but at the same time, she also revealed the tastiest apple in the world. To put it simply, his face was a mix of both horror and hunger.

“Well?” Créme gave a tipsy smile, as she subconsciously wiggled her hips, causing her flanks to jiggle a bit for the stallion, “Do you?”

The jiggling of her flanks only seem to make matters worse for the stallion, not that she could tell, as Golden was frozen to his seat, his eyes still trained on her revealed ‘treasure’.

Then suddenly, something bumped against the table and Del leapt up faster than once previously thought.

“Ah…um…” Del stammered, his cheeks as red as can be, trying to veer his eyes away from the unicorn mare’s rear, before lighting up, “Dessert! We still hadn’t have dessert! Ah think you like it, it’s apple fritters, yer favorite, Ah-“

“As much as I would love to eat those Faust tasty fritters…” Créme tittered, as she finally lowered her tail over her bits (much to the stallion’s relief), and then turned to face the stallion, putting on the sexiest face she could muster in her state, “The only apple I want…is you…”

Almost immediately, Del’s relief dissipated.

“Uh, Créme…” Del muttered nervously, as he slowly inched his chair out, “Ah think Ah should go now…”

“But why?” Créme asked, faking a pout, “You still hadn’t answered my last question…”

“No, I really should go. You’re drunk, Ah’m…sorta drunk…and that’s askin’ fer trouble.” Golden muttered nervously, as he got up and slowly backed away, keeping his eyes on the mare. Créme noticed that he was walking a bit…odd.

“But Del…” Créme called after him, but the stallion quickly turned away and made his way to the door, “Del!”

The stallion ignored her call as he quickly trotted over to the door. Créme had to stop him. Again, looking back on this night, she didn’t know what she was thinking, but she got another crazy idea…a far more crazy idea…

Just as Del reached for the door handle, he froze up, as he felt something warm press up against his back…another body to be exact

It did not take brilliance to deduce who it was, as Créme was now currently leaning over Del, sensually rubbing her body along the stallion’s firm back, brushing her belly back and forth as she wrapped her hooves around Del’s barrel, and her face was against Del’s, blushing heavily as she was.

Créme knew for a fact that if Del wanted, he could had easily threw her off and left her here and then, but yet the stallion stood still, as his breathing seem to had slowed down. Whether it was because he was too much of a gentlecolt to do so or otherwise was beyond her…not that she cared.

“Come now, Del…” Créme purred softly into Del’s ear, “Why are you so befuddled? You said you had a crush on me, and you wanted to feel my body against yours…yet you are hesitant to mate with me?” She gave Del’s ear a small nip, causing the stallion to grunt softly, “What’s the issue?”

“Créme…” Del groaned softly, shuddering, even though he was far from cold, “Créme…please. You’re… you’re not thinkin’ straight. It ain’t right to make love to somepony just fer no reason, ‘specially if they’re drunk. Ya may want this now…but ya most certainly won’t in the mornin’…Ah only doin’ this ‘cause I care a mighty lot ‘bout you.”

The young mare suddenly stopped grinding against him…

“Ah don’t know if ya feel the same way…or ya only even considerin’ this ‘cause you’re plum drunk…but Ah love ya too much to do this to you.” Del continued, “So…please…Ah don’t want ya to do somethin’ you regret-”

“Hold on, dear…” Créme cut him off, as she gave a small giggle, “I may have had a little too many…but…I feel the same way about you too.”

“…What?”

“Let me be honest, dear. I could had easily pick any other chef to help me with tonight…sure, it might had been a bit harder to find one on such short notice, but in the end, I picked you.” Créme then gave a genuine smile that showed no signs of inebriation, “Ever since I met you, you had always fascinated me with your intelligence…your country folk ways…and speaking more honestly, you were the nicest stallion I ever met.”

“Now Ah know that’s the wine’s talkin’.” Del grunted.

“Maybe it is, but it doesn’t make it any less true.” Créme sighed, before letting out a small ‘hiccup’, “You were always so kind to me, even know I had proven to be such a ditz at times…and who can forget when I caught that apple cart on fire?”

“Hey, Ah’m sure that coulda happen to anypony.” Golden reassured. She knew damn well that was a flat-out lie, but she didn’t press the matter.

“Either way…I love you too, Del…and there isn’t anypony I would rather have…” She leaned towards the side of his face, giving him a small affectionate lick, as she began massaging her body against his once more, “Other than you…”

The stallion let out a soft shudder, as he glanced back at Créme with uncertainty, “Are you…are you sure? Ah’m still not comfortable with all of this…”

“Then it looks like I will have to make you comfortable then.” Créme purred, as she brought up one of her front hooves and place it on Del’s back, while running the remaining hoof that was still placed around the stallion’s barrel down south.

It didn’t take long for the hoof to reach where it was going as it soon touched something both warm and hard.

Créme felt Del seize up under her, as she craned her head to look under him to see none other than Del’s stallionhood, sticking out proud and strong. It soon became apparent what caused the bump against the table a few minutes ago…

“Oh my…” Créme whispered, feeling a twinge in her moistening slit, as her hoof (now touching the length) began to slightly stroke it, “It’s true what other mares say…”

“…What’s that?” Del asked, stifling a groan at his length being massaged gently.

“That Earth Pony stallions are indeed well ‘hung’.” Créme gave a small giggle.

The unicorn mare grasped the farmer stallion’s organ tighter, rubbing it off at a slightly elevated pace, feeling the heat of the exceptionally yet reasonably sized length against the flat of her hoof. She heard Del give off another soft groan, as his once-tense body began to relax and give off a bit of sweat, heaving softly under her with each breath he took, with one of his front hoof still pressed against the door.

Créme gave a small smile at the blissed expression that was now etched across the stallion’s face. It was actually kind of cute, despite the only reason he had such a face was because she was jacking him off, but at least she knew she was doing something right.

The two stood there for what felt like five minutes, as the young unicorn continued to briskly stroke the belly of the horse’s erect tool, while continuing to rub her body against the stallion, all the while Golden just stood there, spasming softly every few seconds, trying his best to maintain poise, but failing miserably as he began to inadvertently thrust his length forward, hitting nothing but air.

An ever-growing blush appeared on Créme’s face as she continued to tug on the stallion’s bulk, feeling it throbbing against her hoof. With each stroke of her hoof, she began to feel even more aroused, as her flower was secreting fluids, running down her back thighs, even dripping a bit onto the floor. As much as she was enjoying feeling her ‘friend’ shudder underneath her, she wanted more…

Without warning, Créme slowly got off Del’s back and pulled her hoof away from his length, leaving the poor Earth Pony stallion both confused and bothered, as his tool twitched painfully.

“Créme?” Del glanced over his shoulder, trying his best to ignore the feeling of ‘blue-balls’, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Del, dear…” Créme said reassuringly, giving a small shudder as a little dollop of her pre dripped onto the carpet, “But would you kindly turn around?”


“Um…okay…” The stallion murmured as he did as she asked, sitting down with his back facing the door, and his pride standing tall.

Although this was the second time Créme saw the stallion’s schlong, it still stupefied her as to how big he was. She only ever read about another stallion’s parts in those books Claire lend her, but none of them could ever compare to the real thing she was seeing right in front of her. She glanced at the member, leaking slightly from the hoof-rub she gave him, and then at Del, who was trying to keep a straight face, despite how exposed he was…yup, he was definitely cute when flustered.

Deciding to continue with their somewhat salacious act, Créme passed Del a seductive smile and leaned down towards the stallion’s pride, placing her front hooves at his hips, as she lightly pressed her muzzle against it, eliciting a small hiss from the stallion, as the mare took in the musk of his arousal.

The smell only make her nether regions ache more, and being unable to resist anymore, Créme stick out her tongue and ran it slowly up the length of his…well, length.

“Ah…” Del’s hiss reached Créme’s ears.
Withholding a giggle, Créme lapped at the shaft again, her warm breath caressing the stallion’s girth, following up with a kiss.

“You like that?” Créme asked.

Del only responded with a silent nod.

“Good. Because it’s only going to get better.” Créme declared with a sultry smile.

With that said, she began licking the member up and down, doing so in a habitual manner, while her hooves rubbed at his thighs softly, taking in the soft pants and grunts of the stallion she was servicing. It was nice knowing that she was doing a good job, as this was practically his first time doing anything like this. Surely, had she been less drunk, she might had not done this, and she was thankful that this was Del’s first time, so that he wouldn’t have anything else to compare this to.

Not that there wasn’t much to what she was doing now. She was practically licking Del’s pride like she would a popsicle, licking it up and down and giving it occasional nibbles. In fact, that’s exactly what his cock was: a giant, warm, oddly-colored popsicle…


 
”Well, I’ll never eat popsicles again.”

“Ditto.”

“Indeed.”

“Darn tootin’.”

“Very nice analogy for a guy’s penis, though.”

“…Sorry...”




After her tongue reached the top of his length at the peak of her tongue’s stroke, Créme mischievously twirled her gustatory organ around the flared head, before she brought it down along the shaft’s belly, tasting the musk radiating from it as well as her own saliva that had gratuitously coated the side of Golden’s rod.

Soon as she came into the vicinity of his crown jewels, the unicorn mare just gave a naughty grin as she brought one hoof from Del’s hip and down to the scrotum, as she hefted the sizable nuts up, while her other hoof lifted the pulsing length so she could get a better view of them.

“Uh…C-Créme…” Del muttered softly.

The mare cast a small glance up at the stallion, giving him that same naughty grin as she pressed her lips against the part where the length end and the balls began, as she began to lick around his crown jewels, making the stallion moan louder.

The texture of the stallion’s cojones was needless to say weird to the touch of her tongue, but it wasn’t something to complain about. In fact, she proceeded to purse her lips around one of the dangling orbs and gave it a few sucks, prompting a loud yelp from the stallion, before giving it a few swats of her tongue, as she would if she was eating a juicy falafel ball.




”Great, now I can’t have falafels with my spaghetti without thinking about Del’s junk.”

“Heck, I don’t think I can’t have spaghetti at all without thinking about Del’s junk.”

“…Sorry, again…”




Créme felt her mind going awry (well more awry than she already was in her drunken state) as both her taste and smell were filled with stallion’s musk, sensually releasing Del’s orb from her mouth (but not before giving it a lick on the way out), and pressed her lips between the two orbs.

Then she began kissing up the length, ignorant of the twitches Del gave each time she did so, and as she reached the top, she gave a kiss to the crown of the shaft.

“Ahh…” Golden Delicious moaned.

The unicorn giggled again, as she traced her tongue around the tip of the shaft, lapping up the pre-cum that was starting to pool around the head. No doubt, it has a peculiar taste to it…but somehow, it tasted like…apples?




”No…don’t ya even think about it…”

“Hold on, June, dear, let her finish that thought.”




Surely it couldn’t be apples. Just because the stallion worked with apples doesn’t mean his spunk should taste like apples…could it? Créme cocked her head slightly, glancing at the drooling shaft. Ever so curious, she opened her mouth and without hesitation, she took in the head of the shaft, as if she was taking the bite of her favorite treat, the warm, fluffy delicacy known as apple fritters.





”UGH!”

“What?”

“Créme, could you please stop comparing Del’s dick and nuts to food, preferably before you ruin them all?!”

“For cryin’ out loud, mah family makes those for every function!”

“I’m sorry…but Del’s ‘stuff’ really tasted like-”

“We don’t wanna hear what it taste like! We just want you and Del to rut each other, is that clear?!”

“Oh…okay…but I am truly-”

“Don’t wanna hear it!”

“…Moving on…”




She heard Del let out a gasp as Créme began swiveling her tongue around the head, the precum now mingling with the saliva of her tongue, suckling on the top four inches of the stallion’s member. She could feel the shaft throb in her mouth, eliciting an odd but pleasurable sensation in her oral cavity and against her tongue as she continued to give the upper part of the cock a good bath.

She couldn’t help but let out a moan of her own to join Golden’s chorus of moans. She could feel herself growing wetter in her nethers by the seconds, as well as the urge to bring the hooves that were currently clutching the stallion’s hips tightly to rub herself...but she did her best to stow that urge. It was her stallion that needed attending to, not her.

After a few more seconds of suckling the head, she decided to take her pleasuring of the stallion to the next level as she opened her maw more to take in more of the stallion. Unfortunately, either Del was bigger than she thought, or her mouth was too small, as she only went down one or two more inches before her mouth was crammed full of stallion meat. And she dared not attempted to ‘deepthroat’. She may be drunk, but even she knew not to go that far.

So she had to make do with what she could get in her mouth. After taking a second to breathe through her nose, she began to move her head up and down, the slicking sound of the now wet shaft rubbing her equally wet tongue greeting both ponies’ ears.

“Oh, Faust, Créme…” Del tilted his head back, letting out a snort.

To hear him moan only made Créme want to bob her head faster, wiggling her tongue frantically, feeling the grooves and veins of the horse-shaft, tasting more and more pre-cum spurting in her mouth. As she did so, she could not help but be grateful that those smut novels she read gave her an idea of how fellatio worked. From the way Del was sounding, she was certainly doing something right.

She could feel the equipment throbbing more and more within her mouth, as she continued to go down and down on Del. It wouldn’t be long before something had to give, and if Del’s scrunched up face was any indication, he would most certainly be the one to give.

“Créme…Ah think Ah might…” Del grunted, trying his best to not instinctively thrust his hip forward, but before he could finish that sentence, he let out a loud groan.

And at that exact moment in which he let out that groan, his shaft suddenly exploded in Créme’s mouth, catching the mare off guard as her mouth was filled with the contents that were previously in the stallion’s sack.

Her first instinct was to swallow the incoming torrent of fluids, but unfortunately, when she let even a small bit of the cum in, it ended up going down the wrong tube. That in turn cause her to unceremoniously spit the shaft out of her mouth as she coughed out the semen in her mouth, splattering against Del’s crotch.

Unfortunately, his orgasm was still on-going, as the shaft still shot out more of his fluids, squirting the mare in the face, coating her already white muzzle even whiter…if something like that was even possible. The spurs went on for only a few more seconds before dying down into a small stream.

“Oh gosh…” Del murmured, his body growing limp against the door, “Créme…that was…that was…” He glanced down at the mare, only to wince at the sight of his intoxicated friend covered in his fluids, “Oh…sorry ‘bout that.”

It took Créme a few seconds to respond, her face still hunched from the cum slicking down her face, but with a wipe of her hoof and a small cough, she glanced up at Del.

“Don’t worry about it, Goldie…consider it repayment for one of many things you had done for me.” Créme said with a giggle.

“Repayment?” Del raised a brow in confusion, “Um…Ah fail to see how paintin’ yer face white with mah batter is any way a repayment.”

“You leave all that to me, Del.” Créme tittered, as she glanced back down at the now half-stiff horse length, “For now, I think we should take this somewhere more intimate…” As she said that, her horn began to glow a bit…

Del’s eyes widened, “What?! Créme, are ya sure ya oughta be-”

Before Del could finish that sentence, both him and the very aroused drunk mare warped from their spot in a blink. Five seconds later, the two appeared in Créme’s room…a few inches above the bed, prompting Del to land on it with a thud, and for Créme to land on him, eliciting a groan from the stallion.

“Eheh, oops.” Créme giggled, “Guess I never teleported drunk before.”

“Yeah.” Del winced, before giving a joking grin, “At least ya didn’t teleport us to the moon.”

Créme let out a small laugh.

“You’re funny, Del…that’s why I love you.” Créme sighed.

“Really? Ah thought it was fer mah intelligence, mah country folk ways, and that Ah’m nice.” Del gave a small smile.

“That too…” Créme said with a snicker, “And let’s not forget that you are the best cook in the world…”

“Nah, Ah wouldn’t go that far.” Del rubbed the back of his head, “There oughta be somepony better…”

“Maybe…but he’s not you…” Créme whispered.

Without hesitation, Créme pressed her lips against Del. Naturally, Del was not expecting such an act, but he gladly accepted it as he began kissing back.

Créme parted her maw as Del’s larger tongue invaded her oral cavity, brushing against her own tongue. The mare found it kinda odd for him for wanting to go this far into the kiss, since she did just blow him and her mouth probably tasted like horse semen. Either he didn’t care or was being polite to not say anything, she didn’t know…or care.

All she could really focus on was how good of a kisser he is, as she pressed her muzzle harder against Del’s, her saliva/cum coated tongue rubbing swiftly against Del’s slow but deliberate swishing tongue.

It was certainly not long before Del’s shaft began to return to full rigidity, as it began to press up against Créme’s rear, it’s warm belly pressing her soaked flower through her tail.

Créme gave a small hum as she pulled her tongue away from Del, her cheeks flushing as she subconsciously began rubbing against Del’s length.

“Hmm, you’re so warm…” Créme whispered, glancing back at the length pressing against her tush, as she felt more fluids escape her sanctum, “I simply must have more of you…” She made to move further down on the stallion’s body towards his tool.

“Wait.”

Créme glanced back at Del, “Yes, Del?”

Del held his breath, as his cheeks grew red again, “Would it be alright…if Ah were to…do you too?”

“Do me?” Créme raised a brow…before quickly realizing what he meant, “Oh…” She gave a sultry smile, “I see.”

Knowing exactly what he wanted, Créme rose her body up from Del’s body, and even though she had a bit of trouble coordinating in her drunken state, she turned herself around, so that she was now facing Del’s shaft, while her flower was now in Del’s face. Her horn glowed as Del’s bandana was untied and pulled away from the stallion.

“Huh?” Del glanced at his bandanna as it was set down on a nearby nightstand.

“Wouldn’t want it to get dirty, now would we?” Créme peeked back at him with a wry grin.

Turning back to face Del’s length, she gently laid her body back down on the stallion, bringing her muzzle closer to the tool, still glistening from it’s previous orgasm, as she then swished her tail aside to reveal her wet nethers.

“Mah goddesses…” Del whispered as the combination of the warm mare’s body atop him and the scent of her fluids began to put him in a haze, “So purty…”

“What was that, D-“ Before Créme could get the question out, she immediately felt something slither along her slit, prompting her to let out a moan. She glanced back at at Del, only to find him pressing his muzzle against her rear, lapping her flower slowly, his tongue slobbering against it like a St. Bernard. To compare him to any other kind of canine would be an insult.

Letting out another moan, Créme, refusing to be outdone, turned to Del’s shaft, and rather than playing around with it like before, she took as much of his tool that she could into her mouth and began suckling the head.

The room was practically filled with nothing but sounds of tongues licking and sucking, as the socialite mare and the farmer/chef stallion engaged in their own oral session. There were also sounds of satisfaction, as both ponies found themselves groaning into the other’s nether, which in turn stimulated each other’s organs further, which lead to more moans…it was an endless cycle.

But such a complexity was lost to Créme as she continued to lap around Del’s horse length, stopping every few seconds to suck and nibble the medial ring. She could taste the pre-cum pooling on the head already, still carrying that apple-like taste.

All the while, she continue to stave off all the sensations she was feeling from being eaten out, but at the same time, she felt her body shift back, pressing her dribbling core against the stallion’s face constantly. She could also feel her teats, now pebbled with arousal, digging into Del’s chest, grazing it as she continued bobbing her head up and down the stallion’s shaft.

Suddenly, she felt Del’s hooves pressed against her sides, as they sidled along her curvaceous form, soon stopping as they reached the apex of her rump, as the hard flats of his hooves pressed into the plump contour, prompting Créme to moan louder around the horse length in her mouth.

Her nethers were aching fervently, making it ever harder for to focus on the task at hoof, as she felt each deliberate swish of the tongue inch away at her labia, sometimes the tip of it slipping into the slit for a brief second before finishing another swipe along the slick pink walls. It most certainly didn’t help that his tongue was flicking against the nub of her clitoris, sending jolts after jolts of pleasure flowing through her body.

Créme tried her best to match Del pleasure for pleasure, putting more effort to lick and lather his length in her saliva, and slipping down one of her hoof to cup the stallion’s male bits, giving it a few squeezes, thus earning her another moan from the stallion.

However, Del paid her back in full as he pulled his tongue away from the slick folds, and within an instant, he wrapped his lips around the clitoris and pursed it as he began to suck on it fervently.

That was all that it took, as Créme let out a scream around his length as her floodgates opened and gushed out onto Del’s face. As with the mare before, Del was caught off guard by the mare-cum that was now spurting onto his face, but he was quick to adjust his mouth so he could catch the fluids and drank it wholeheartedly.

As Créme rode out her orgasm, her body shuddering with surges, she tried her best to finish what she started, pursing her lips tight around the stallion’s length and giving it a few hard sucks and grasping Del’s ‘falafel balls’ as tightly as she could without hurting him.

Fortunately, Del let out a gargle (as he was still taking in Créme’s orgasm) as his flesh spear twitched and unleashed more of his love juice. This time around, Créme was prepared as she took in globs and globs of the spunk down her throat. The taste was certainly peculiar. Sure, it did tasted something like apples, but there was certainly something salty about it as well…

But she didn’t mind the saltiness at all. Sure, if she was any less drunk, she might had thought twice about drinking something that came from a stallion’s male bits, but she was drunker than all hell, and all bets were off.

Both ponies laid there, taking in the other’s love fluids for a few minutes, but it wasn’t long before Créme’s dam closed up and Del’s shaft stopped going off like a volcano. Créme released the half-flaccid length from her mouth, a bit of the leftover male-cum escaping her mouth as she did so as she let out satisfied pants. And judging from the warm rising chest against her teats, Del was doing the same.

However, despite the feeling of weariness that was overcoming both of them, the mare and stallion were far from finished.

After taking a second to catch her breath, Créme gingerly lifted her lithe body off of Del’s firm one, murmuring as his hooves slide limply from her flanks and her tail playfully swatting against Del’s snout, prompting a small sneeze from the stallion. Giggling, the mare slowly crawled off the stallion’s body and further down the bed, only to lay down once more.

“Oh, Del…” Créme purred in a singsong tone, glancing at Golden with eyes that screamed ‘do me’, “I am ready for you…” To emphasize her point, she raised her tail, so that the stallion would have an unobstructed view of her marehood.

“Ah…em…” Del murmured, his nervousness returning all of the sudden.

“Well, Del? You know it is rude to keep a lady waiting…” Créme tittered, swaying her flanks for the farmer.

“Oh, ah know, ah-ah know…” Del nodded, his cheeks red, “But won’t it hurt? When ah…erm, ya know…deflower you? The last thing ah want to do is hurt you…”

“Hurt me? Oh, Del…” The mare shook her head with a smile, “I may not look like it, but I am tougher than I look. I mean, if Annie can take that monster of a stallion T, surely I can handle a strong farmer such as yourself.”




“Wow…”

“Yeah, sorry about that, Annie.”

“Hey, I consider that a compliment. Turquoise is nice and all, but when he’s get going…”

“Annie, darling, let Créme finish her story, please.” 




“Oh, okay…if ya say so…” Del gulped as he hesitantly made his way over to the mare.

Créme felt Del’s body overshadowed her own, as the stallion stood atop her. Del lowered his body, placing his chest against her back, his once more hardened horse length lined up with her drenched core.

The unicorn’s body shuddered with anticipation as she felt the farmer’s strong hooves hugged her lithe body, feeling Del’s heartbeat thump against her back. It wasn’t before long as she let out a gasp, as Del’s length pressed against the lips of her slick core, the fluids making it easier for the rod to slip in.

“Oh…oh my…” Créme groaned, as she felt the stallion’s length buried itself further in her velvet tunnel, her body gaining a glimmer of sweat just from the warmth of Del’s body pressing down on her. As of now, she was failing to see how the first time could be so bad for mares, she felt like she was walking on clouds right-

It was that moment that Del instinctively buck his hips forward to get deeper inside her, and right through her hymen.

Créme felt tears in her eyes as she was about to cry bloody murder…but as she opened her mouth to scream, it was muffled as Del caught it in a kiss. The mare squirmed and shook at the loss of her virginity, the newfound pain burning in her loins.

However, as Del’s tongue explored her oral cavity and his hooves wrapped tighter around her, the distress in her body seem to melt away. It certainly helped that the farmer stallion stopped moving the moment he broke her hymen. He just laid there, mounted atop her, his erect length twitching softly, still inside her core.

As soon as the pain dulled and Crème calmed down, Del pulled away, not minding the small trail of saliva between their lips, as he then nuzzled the side of her face, brushing his snout lightly against her cheek and ear.

“Ya okay, Créme?” Del whispered, his voice fraught with concern and sincerity.

It took Créme a bit to answer, as her body was trying to adjust to having a foreign object lodged into her core, but when she did manage to answer, all she could do was let out a small moan as she nuzzled back against Del.

“I am now…” Créme whispered blissfully, “Just takes a bit to get used to. Just…please be gentle.”

“For you, Crème…anything.” Del smiled, as he kissed her on the cheek.

With that, he pulled his shaft from the warm folds, slick with the femcum from the previous orgasm and a bit of blood from the torn hymen, making sure to not rush it, as to not risk causing the mare further discomfort.

As soon as the shaft was almost out, Del reversed course and shoved it back in.

Crème let out a small ‘eep’ as she felt the thick length took back it’s place within her drenched nethers, only to give a small moan once more as Del pulled it back out. Her body felt like it was tingling all over, shuddering as the length within her pumped in and out at a slow rate, much akin to a saw on a log.

All the while, Del continued nuzzling his snout against her neck in a brushing motion, almost in sync with his thrusting, sometimes giving a small love bite to make her jolt underneath him. His front hooves, placed on Crème’s own front hooves, gave an occasional squeeze as he drove forward.

Despite not moving at all throughout the mounting, Crème was practically sweating a storm underneath the stallion, drenching parts of the sheets that weren’t already made wet by the cum both of them expelled from their 69 session. While it felt like she was being wrapped in a heavy blanket inside a sauna, it was turning her on even further.

Here she was, getting mounted by a strong yet gentle stallion. While this position was considered less romantic than them facing each other, there was something about this that made her body writhe with pleasure. Was it the way he was showing his dominance by limiting her movement underneath him like mates do in bouts of carnal pleasure, or was it the way he was gently rutting her, taking the time a lover would as to maximize the pleasure for both parties.

She did not know. All she did know was that she was loving every second of it. And damn it, she wanted more.

And Del had every intention of giving her just that. Without a second thought, the stallion caught a part of her neck and began sucking…hard.

“Oh, Del!” Crème moaned loud for the stallion’s ears to hear, as her body tremble and her drenched flower released more of her juices, covering Del’s crotch and flesh javelin with it’s watery essence, making it all the more easier for Del to plunder her caverns, “Oh Faust, I love you so freakin’ much!”

Del gave a small mix of a chuckle and pant of amusement at the mare’s over-exaggerated cry as his hips smack against Crème’s backside, and only responded by catching her lips in a kiss once more. Crème accepted it with much gusto, tracing the inside of his mouth with her petite tongue, only to fidget each time her nethers were filled with the farmer’s cock.

The stallion’s thrusts began to pick up pace, going from sawing logs to cutting ropes in term of speed, and Crème noticed tremendously, her body suffering a mini-orgasm within seconds while she was trying to recover her last big orgasm.

Crème and Del’s snout parted, as the gold-colored stallion returned to suckling her neck with much passion, leaving Crème crying out in joy and her body trembling once more. So much in fact that she didn’t notice her body being twisted onto it’s side as Del continued to pummel her.

It wasn’t till Del reached one of his hooves down to one of her jiggling teats, and caught it, and with a small squeeze, began rubbing it all about all sensually, much in contrast to his rapid thrusts he was now giving her.

Oh, yes, the young unicorn could not make sense of what it was she was enjoying more. The suckling and biting of her once-pristine neck, the tender groping of one of her breasts, or the fact that her stallion was pounding into her with reckless abandon.

But it mattered not.  It mattered so ever not. What did matter that it was him that was doing this to her, making her feel like she was in cloud nine, her own personal ‘Nirvana’.

She may not be the smartest mare, let alone a clever pony, but she knew, without a shadow of a doubt for the fact that this stallion truly made her feel like a mare, and was truly a stallion among stallions…and his name was…

“GOLDEN!” Crème howled out loud. Her core unleashed a much bigger torrent of cum, making it effectively her greatest orgasm, as the mare continue to moan and yell loudly, her body writhing uncontrollably.

Golden Delicious let out a bellowing neigh as he reached the end of his ropes as he gave one strong thrust, the head of his horse length firing dollops of foal fodder into Crème’s hungry cavern of a womb, cutting through the all the femcum that was flowing right past the flesh spear.

Crème let out a shudder as she felt the warm, gooey fluids squirt deep into her body. It was certainly a odd feeling, especially for one who never had sex before…but it wasn’t by any mean awful…in fact, she might reason that it felt…right.

But as Golden’s cum spurts began to die down, the stallion let out a series of small pants, trying to catch his breath, Crème felt another feeling course through her being...she couldn’t put a name to it…was it love? No, it seems too iffy. Exhaustion? No, she was winded, but not tired. Gas? …No, just no.

But whatever it was…it made her want to experience what she had did again.

Soon as the last bit of the horse semen seeped from Del’s length, the stallion pulled his now limp member out of the mare’s well-used core, now leaking both his and her sex fluids. The stallion gave a small smirk of satisfaction, and sat down on his now aching haunches, hoping to get some rest…

However, what he didn’t see coming was the mare, even after she was rutted good, instantly getting up and pushing him backwards, leaving him pushed against the headboard, all within matter of seconds.

“Crème, what in tarnation…” Del stammered, trying to get back up, but then two dainty hooves planted themselves firmly on his chest. The stallion glanced up at the owner of the hooves, and were met with the sapphire eyes of his best-friend made lover, having a gaze that was a compilation of three things…drunkenness, love…and a buckin’ high intensity of lust.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re tired already…” Crème falsely pouted, bringing her lower body and still leaking slit over his hind legs, her teats now cushioning the limp (although that won’t be the case for long) dick, “Because there’s much more I must repay you for…”

“Uh...um…” Del, even after everything he just did, could not help but be at loss for words, “Ah’m…ah’m not sure if Ah can last much longer…”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that…” The mare tittered, rubbing her teats against his length, “Just let me take care of you, and we’ll see how you feel after I make you ‘boom’ again. Okay, Goldie?”

The mare stifled a smirk as Del’s face remained flustered, even more so when he then glanced down at where his now full-mast horsecock was being held in the cleavage of her teats, the jiggling mounds keeping it snug and ‘fired up’ for the next go round. The tip was already leaking and smudging pre-cum against her lower body.

The farmer stallion gulped as he glanced back up at Crème’s, trying not to groan at the impromptu teat-job he was receiving, “O-okay…”

“Good.” Crème chuckled, as she pulled away from the length (much to Del’s dismay) and lifted her body up so her gaping core was looming over the flesh pillar that was Del’s penis, still leaking from all the cum that came and went through it. The mare gave one last drunken smile, “Prepare yourself, my sweet little stallion, because tonight is going to be legend-“

*Scene missing*




”…”

“What is everypony looking at me like that?”

“…Are you kidding me? You seriously telling us that you can’t remember what happens next?”

“Well, yes, Nidra. I was very drunk.”

“Oh, so ya can remember jackin’ my cousin, blowin’ my cousin, and gettin’ mounted by my cousin, yet ya were about to go cowmare on him, and you can’t remember what happen next?”

“Yeah! Way to leave us hanging, Crème!”

“Annie!”

“What, Claire? It was hot! Even Whirlwind seems to like it!”

“What, no!”

“Really? Then why are your wings sportin’ stiffies?”

“Oh, shut up!”

“So, you really don’t remember what happened the rest of the night?”

“I’m afraid not, Cotton. Everything after that was all a blur…one moment I was about to ride Del till sunrise…and then…”



It was sunrise, as a groan escaped her lips.

“Oh…oh dear…”

Crème was trying her best to remain asleep, wincing her eyes hut…unfortunately, the only thing that took in the way of that was a splitting headache that was currently causing her grief.

Stupid chardonnays, what did she have to drink so much? And why the buck was her body so sore? Did she somehow get a hangover so bad that her body feels like it was slammed, especially in the pelvic reg-

Crème’s eyes immediately darted open, and out of some instinct, she glanced over to her left, only to be greeted by the sight of a slumbering Del. The mare stared at the sleeping stallion for a few seconds, and then, quickly glanced under her blanket (which must have been tucked over her last night), before covering herself instantly, blushing heavily. Instantly, bits and parts of last night began to come back to her.

“Oh my…” Crème whispered. This was certainly awkward.

And things were only going to get more awkward, as seconds later, Del’s eyes slowly opened. He let out a small yawn, seemingly unaware of where he was at…then he saw Crème right next to him.

“Crème?” Del muttered, “What are ya doin’ in mah…”

He trailed off, as he glanced around, and instantly, his once droopy eyes darted wide open, as he recognized the room of the mare he was in bed with, and just like with Crème, memories of last night began to come back to him. He looked at Crème, his blush far redder than hers.

“Crème?! Oh Celestia, did we…?”

“Yes, we did.” Crème nodded.

“Are ya sure?” Del asked, hoping she was kidding.

“So sure.” Crème squeaked.

Under the sheets, she could feel her body was a mess. Most of her coat, especially around her teats and nethers, were now clumped together with dried horse juices, and the fact that she felt a bit of a draft around said nether regions was the killer of any doubt that she indeed had sex with Del…very hot and very messy sex.

“Aw, buck.” Del groaned, rubbing the bridge of his snout with his hoof, “Ah’m so sorry, Crème.”

“Sorry? Whatever for?” Crème asked with a frown.

“Huh?” Del glanced at Crème incredulously, “Crème, we just had drunken sex together. Ah came an’ popped yer cherry, and did Faust knows what else to you. Aren’t ya feelin’ any sort of regret or pain right now?”

“Well…” Crème pondered, as she sat up, keeping the blanket over her body, “I’ll admit, I do feel sore down there, and I have a headache up here,” She rubbed her head to emphasize the point, “And I am probably going to need a long shower to get all the gunk off me…but aside that, I feel fine…in fact…” A warm smile crept on her face, “I feel better than fine.”

“…Really?” Del muttered, a bit confused, “Even though Ah went and took advantage of-“

“None of that, Goldie.” Crème cut him off, “If memories serves me right, it was me who initiated things. I mean, it’s not like you forced me to show you my vagina, or to hump you when you try to leave, right?”

Again, Del was left speechless at that remark, “W-well, no…but still, Ah shouldn’t had-“

“Del…last night, I said I love you, and even though I was drunk when I said it, I meant every word of it. Did you mean it when you said it as well?” Crème asked.

Del remained silent for a moment.

“…Yes.” Del admitted, the blush still on his face, “Ah...Ah don’t know…it felt…awkward. Ah didn’t think Ah would say those words to you and proceed to mount you all in one night. Ah thought it would be more…special.”

“Well, so did I…” Crème declared, giving a small giggle, “But what does it matter? It’s like daddy always told me, it’s not about how we end up here, it’s that we did anyways…” She frowned, “Or was it the other way around?”

“No, I think you got it.” Del sighed, “But still, Ah have to ask…where do we go from here?”

“Well, hopefully, a shower.” Crème answered. Del had to suppress an eye roll at an obvious answer, “But after that…” She then smiled at Del, “Maybe we could…go for a stroll…you and me?”

Del’s suppressed eye roll soon turned into surprise, “Wait…ya mean, like a date?”

“What else would it be?” Crème chuckled, “…Aside a walk of course.”

“So…ya really want to do this?” Del asked, “You and me, a couple?”

Crème smiled, as she let the blanket drop from her torso. “Does this answer your question?”

The mare leaned towards Del and pressed her lips against Del’s, wrapping her hooves around him. Del only took a second to process before he melt right into the kiss. The two lowered to the bed again, the blanket still over them, as Crème was soon atop Del again, as their kiss continued it’s embrace. Crème then pulled away…

“You know…it is still very early…” Crème smirked, “There might be time to do something else…”

“What are you talking about?” Del glanced at Crème confusedly.

Crème only gave a smile as she then slipped under the covers, and down Del’s body…

“Crème? Crème?!” Del began to panic, “Ain’t we goin’ a bit too-“

Suddenly, a big raspberry was blown on Del’s belly.

“Gah-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!” The stallion burst out laughing, both shocked yet very relieved.




“And that’s the end of that.” Crème finished her story.

“So…you just blew a raspberry on him?” Nidra said with a raised brow, “That was your idea of passing the time?”

“Yes…what, you rather I gave him another blow-job?” Crème asked curiously.

“No, oh Faust no.” Red June stammered, trying to not blush, “Ah think we had enough of that for that story.”

“So, Crème…what’s going on between you and Del now?” Whirlwind smirked, “I take it you and him got better acquainted over the years.”

“Oh yes, me and Del had been together for a while now.” Crème smiled, “He has been the absolute best to me over the years.”

“Speaking of which, how come you never told us about you and Del?” Crystal Clarity glanced warily, “I mean, you were going on about how Red June shouldn’t have hid her relationship with Valiant, yet you yourself had been keeping this relationship of yours a secret.”

“Well, there’s a good reason for that.” Crème explained.

“Like what?”

“You didn’t ask.”

The room went silent.

“…Anyways, I think Crème is done with her story.” Starburst said, hoping to dispel the disbelief in the crowd, “Who wants to go next?”

“How about Claire?” Cotton suggested, “I had been dying to know what it was like for you and Illusion when you guys did it for the first time.”

“Yeah. I bet Claire and Illusion got into all sorts of kinky stuff for their first time, am I right, sis?” Anthea gave Claire a whack on the back, eliciting a grunt.

“Actually, no.” Claire cast a small glare at Anthea, “Our first time was…honestly, it was just the worst.”

“Wait, really?” Whirlwind asked incredulously, “What? Was Illusion too ’small’ for your tastes?”

“Or were you a screamer?” Nidra snarked.

“Absolutely not.” Claire declared calmly, but keeping a wary glance at Whirlwind and Nidra, “It wasn’t a matter of size or who scream louder…it was just…bad.”

“Well, care to elaborate, Claire?” Red June offered, as Crème moved from the center of the circle.

“Very well.” Claire sighed, as she proceeded to the center, “Just don’t get your hopes up for a good time.”

“The only thing I hoping is that it won’t be as long as Crème’s story.” Starburst muttered.

“Well, I’m hoping Ebony Stallion won’t take so long with the next one. It feels like three months that we had been listening to Crème.” Cotton murmured.

“Cotton, would you please settle down?” Claire politely ordered, as all eyes set on her, “Now, my story begins in Canterlot, a couple of years ago…”

Chapter End