Julie LeBlanc, a human from France, visits Canterlot for a cultural exchange program and gets to know an interesting pair of stallions rather intimately.
It's been two years since the First Contact between humans and ponies. Ever since then, groups on both sides have been aiming to improve relations. One custom in particular has become popular among the Canterlot Elite.
That's where I come in. My name is Julie LeBlanc, and I'm gonna spend a weekend in Equestria. I want to learn more about their culture and further the understanding between our two species. And if I were to end up with a handsome stallion or two, looking to gain a more intimate knowledge of humans, then I wouldn't say no to that either.
Involves: Clop, human on anthro action, threesome.
Commissioned by Darkhanos as a birthday present for Tatsurou. Thanks for your support and Happy Birthday!
The day is finally here! I've been trying for a year to get into this event, and finally my application was accepted. My heart was beating a mile a minute, when I stepped through the magic portal that connects our worlds. In an instant, I was no longer in the place I grew up in. Instead I was in a world of magic, Equestria.
All the volunteers got a guided tour of Canterlot. We even visited the royal palace. Unfortunately we didn't get to see Princess Celestia, since she was busy with matters of state. For months after First Contact, only ambassadors were allowed to travel between the two worlds. Even after the signing of the Canterlot Accords, travel between Earth and Equestria was tightly restricted. Less than a thousand humans have been to Equestria and vice versa. Now I am one of them.
Today the big event is taking place that will decide how I spend my weekend here. It's the 28th of August. Two years to the day since First Contact.
Right now I'm in a big changing room behind the stage of a Canterlot theater with nine other women, and we're getting ready to go out there. After putting on my lipstick, I check my red hair one last time in the mirror.
Looking around, I ask a blonde woman nearby. “Excuse me, would you mind zipping me up?”
“Sure,” she replies with a smile, coming over and standing behind me to zip up the back of my red summer dress. “This is your first time in Equestria, right?”
I blush slightly. “Yes, how did you know?”
Her face pops up over my shoulder, and I can see it in the mirror. “The tour. I could tell that you'd never been to Canterlot before. I was afraid your head may come off, since you were craning your neck so hard to take in all the sights, …” She leaves a meaningful pause.
“Julie,” I answer the unspoken question. “Julie LeBlanc.”
“Samantha Carter, but you can call me Sam. Nice to meet you.” Her smile turns a little bit naughty, and her hands trace my figure. “You're pretty stacked for a redhead, you know. You're gonna drive the stallions wild.”
My face turns even more red. “Oh, I don't know about that.”
“Of course you will. You do know that things turning sexual between a human woman and a stallion is the norm, rather than the exception, right?”
Well, they did tell us that this kind of thing is permitted, even though it's not the point of the exchange. I'd just assumed that it didn't happen that often. “Really?”
She nods. “You know how mares have this thing called an estrus cycle, right? Well, us humans are different. We're always ready to have sex, so we send out pheromones on a constant basis, rather than just once in a while. It makes stallions go crazy.”
Well, I can't say that I'm not intrigued by it. I've always wondered what it would be like. “Have you ever done it with a stallion?”
“Yes,” she admits readily. “Last year this one pegasus bought me, Bulk Biceps. We ended up fucking like horny teenagers the whole weekend.”
Wow, she's blunt! That's one way to interpret 'Make love, not war,' I suppose.
“Alright, girls,” the attendant says, clapping her hands. “Line up in single file at the stage entrance. The men will come in from the other side. Just do it like we rehearsed.”
We all do as we're told, and I end up in front of the line, with Sam standing just behind me. I bet she'll drive the stallions more crazy than myself, with that form-fitting black evening dress of hers. I look fairly plain in comparison. The men on the other side are mostly wearing tuxedos.
“Good evening, fillies and gentlecolts.” On stage there is a podium with a mic. The mare in charge, Ms. Harshwhinny, is giving the introductory speech. “And welcome to our second annual H.E.R.A. Charity Auction.”
It's starting. My heart is already racing.
“Calm down,” Sam says from behind me, sensing my anxiety. “She's a little long-winded.”
Well, Sam might have heard this speech before, but it's all new to me, so I listen intently, even though I know most of this stuff already.
“Two years ago to the day, Princess Twilight Sparkle's research into alternate realities, which was begun by Princess Celestia almost a millennium ago, culminated in First Contact between humans and ponies. Soon societies on both sides formed, with the purpose of cultural exchange and learning more about each other.”
“Yeah, though nobody these days wants to admit that ours was started by a group of furries, who were only looking for ways to get themselves a harem of mares,” Sam snickers.
“Last year the Canterlot Society for Human Exploration and the United Pony Research Community merged to form the Human-Equine Relations Association, or H.E.R.A. for short. Our first joint project was a charity auction. Ten men and ten women were selected to journey to Equestria, where wealthy citizens could bid for the privilege of spending the weekend with one of them. Ten stallions and ten mares were selected to take part in a similar event on Earth, leading to increased appreciation on both sides. The event was a resounding success, and it was decided to make it an annual tradition. I'm proud to announce that your donations last year have made it possible to finance the first ever co-ed school, which both ponies and humans will attend together.”
The assembled ponies in the audience begin to applaud, and we join in as well. I'm really happy to be a part of such a great thing.
“Our goal this year,” Ms. Harshwhinny continues, “is to raise enough money for a petition that will allow humans to participate in the Equestria Games, as well as give an Equestrian team the opportunity to compete in the Olympic Games. Now without further ado, allow me to introduce the lovely ladies and gentlemen 'up for sale' this year.”
Music begins to play, and Sam gives me a nudge from behind. Oh, right. That's the cue. Under the applause of the crowd, we march out onto the stage, joining up and forming a line with the men coming from the other side.
We all put on our best smiles as we march out, some of us waving, and the ponies in the audience muster us with curiosity. They all seem to be fairly well off. Ms. Harshwhinny moves down the line and stops next to Sam. “Let's start with this one. Samantha Carter from the United States of America. She's a physicist and astronomer, who also has taken part in last year's auction.”
Sam takes a confident step forward and winks. I can almost hear the collective stallions swallow.
“Who'll start us off with two hundred Bits?”
“Two hundred! YEAH!” a bulky pegasus stallion shouts immediately.
“Four hundred!”
Eventually Sam goes for twelve hundred Bits to a unicorn stallion. “Tough luck,” she whispers towards me as Ms. Harshwhinny gets started on the bidding for the first of the men. “I got the best one right off the bat. That's Fancy Pants. They say he takes his dates to all the high society events like the Wonderbolts Derby.”
Oh, I wish I could go there, too. Then again, I wouldn't mind spending the weekend with somepony more down to earth. I'll probably learn a lot more about pony culture in general that way, rather than just about the high society.
With the bidding for a gentleman from Argentina concluded, Ms. Harshwhinny now comes to me. “Now we've got a very special one for you all. Julie LeBlanc from France, actress. Starting bid is four hundred Bits.”
Special? How am I special? And introducing me as an actress. Well, she probably can't very well blurt out the kinds of movies I've 'starred' in. But isn't that a little misleading? And why is my starting bid higher than Sam's? For some reason a hushed silence has fallen over the crowd.
“Eight hundred!” somepony says immediately. Seriously? He doubled the starting bid right out of the gate.
I can only stand there in confusion as the bids easily reach the thousands, and there's no sign of the bidding war slowing down. “What the hell has gotten into them?” Sam asks, evidently as dumb-founded as I am while another stallion offers twelve thousand Bits to spend the weekend with me. That's ten times what Fancy Pants paid for her.
“Hell if I know.”
“One hundred thousand Bits!” a clear, female voice says from way in the back.
The entire crowd falls silent and turns their heads to look at the pink alicorn mare, who is standing near the doors with her arms crossed in front of her and a confident smile on her beautiful face.
Ms. Harshwhinny points at her without hesitation and says: “Sold! For one hundred thousand Bits to Princess Cadence!”
* * *
After the bidding had concluded, all of us were taken backstage and we were handed over to our 'owners' for the weekend at the back exit. Nobody else even came close to the astronomical sum that was paid for me.
Now I'm sitting in a carriage with none other than the Princess of the Crystal Empire. “Uhm, I hadn't imagined spending this time with royalty, … Your Highness!” I quickly add that last part. I really don't know how to deal with this.
“You won't, actually,” she tells me with a smile. “Celestia asked me to get a gift for two certain stallions. The money I paid was allotted to me for that purpose from the royal treasury. Plus it goes towards a good cause.”
“Oh.” I'm a little disappointed now, to be honest. Spending time with one Equestria's princesses would have been something amazing. So all that money wasn't about me personally, although I still can't figure out why everypony else was bidding so much. Maybe there's something to that pheromone thing that Sam mentioned after all.
“Don't fret, dear,” Cadence tells me, as if she'd just read my mind. Or maybe it was just showing on my face. “You're not expected until Friday night. In the meantime, you and I are gonna go shopping to make you a little more presentable. It's on me.”
A mall trip with the Princess of Love? I guess that's pretty amazing in its own right, although I don't see anything wrong with my attire. But it'll give me the chance to have a look at Equestrian fashion first-hand. Though I wonder who these two stallions she mentioned are.
The Princess is looking out the window as we pass a costume shop, and suddenly her lips curl into a grin that's almost naughty. “You said you were from France, were you?”
It's Friday evening, and I'm standing in the living area of the penthouse suite in the most expensive hotel in Canterlot, straightening out my all-too-short skirt. I was told that I'd meet my companions for the weekend here. It's really breath-taking. The living area is furnished richly with a large dining table and several sofas in a half-circle around the fireplace. The large windows also give a magnificent view of the city. There's three large bedrooms to one side and a luxurious bathroom off to the other.
“French maid,” I mumble to myself. “I'm not sure, if this is her idea of a joke or if she really believes that this is what a real maid would wear in France. Then again, most humans would make that mistake.”
Making sure that the white lace headband is sitting straight, I take a moment to admire the effect of the black high heels combined with the stockings and garter-belt. It doesn't actually look too trashy, I have to admit. Of course the real eye-catcher is the low-cut décolleté. It kinda makes me feel a little nostalgic. Reminds me of way back when, even though Cadence couldn't have known about that.
Then I can hear an upbeat voice from the other side of the door. “Lighten up, Shadow. We're on vacation! It's not even a real vacation, since it's only for the weekend.”
“It's a vacation for me, and an unwanted one at that. I usually do my paper work on the weekends,” a second, darker voice replies.
“Do you do anything besides work?”
“Do you do anything besides play around, Jet? I hope you didn't lose the key.”
“Hey, I'm a professional too, you know. That's exactly why I sometimes need to unwind. You should try it sometime, and if I'd really lost the key, you could still use your lock-picking skills to open the door.”
I stand up straight and face the door, waiting to greet them as they enter. From what I've heard, they're two big-shots, serving more or less directly under the Princesses, though they're not Royal Guards in the traditional sense.
There's a pause outside. “You did lose the key, didn't you?”
“Shut up. If you hadn't tempted the gods of irony with that statement just now, I'd still have it on me.”
There's a sigh. “How can you even lose a key on the way from the lobby up to your room? Wait here. I'll go back to the reception and get us a new one.”
I tilt my head slightly. Equestria's Finest, huh? Might as well let them in, I think as I move forward and open the door for them.
The one who is standing right in front of me, is a pegasus with a blue coat, silver mane and amber eyes. Although he's clad leisurely with brown shorts and sandals from the waist down, his t-shirt and scarf bear the tell-tale blue and yellow of the Wonderbolts.
The other stallion, who was just about to turn around and get back into the elevator, is a unicorn in a black suit. With his dark grey coat and blue mane, he'd probably be invisible in the dark of the night, although his golden eyes do seem to have a mysterious shine to them. He looks different from other unicorns I've seen. The tips of his ears are tufted for one thing. Could he be one of those rare night ponies?
I clear my throat and pick up the hem of my skirt slightly while doing a little curtsy. “Welcome, masters. I'm Julie LeBlanc, and I'll be serving you this weekend.”
They both look at me in astonishment, though the pegasus is quite clearly not looking into my eyes. “Nice tits.”
“Er, thanks?” Boy, and I thought Sam was blunt! Is this an Equestrian thing?
The unicorn closes the distance between us quickly and gives him a slight slap against the back of his head. “I apologize for my colleague Jetstream, Ms. LeBlanc. Sometimes his mouth is faster than his brain. I'm Shadow Spell,” he says with a polite inclination of his head.
“That's alright,” I say quickly. It's not the first comment like that I've ever heard after all. “Please, do come in. Let me get your bags.”
“Don't worry, I got it,” Jetstream quickly interjects, probably in an attempt to make up for his blunder, and picks up their two duffle bags.
Closing the door behind them, I say: “Please have a seat. Can I get you some drinks? The bar is fully stocked.”
After dumping the bags unceremoniously in a corner, Jetstream plunks himself down on one of the sofas. “I wouldn't mind some Champagne. We've got reason to celebrate.”
“Vodka Martini. Shaken, not stirred,” Shadow Spell adds quietly, taking a place opposite from his friend.
“Hey, that's a pretty good Sean Connery impression,” I comment as I begin preparing the drinks. Movies are always a great ice-breaker.
But he simply stares at me blankly. “Who?”
“Er, he's a human actor. Plays a secret agent named James Bond. You're a lot like him, from what I've heard.”
“Hm.” So much for the ice-breaking. Is it just me or did the temperature just drop. I suppose they wouldn't know too many human movies. Should have considered that earlier.
I take the drinks over to them and sit down as well.
“You seem to know a lot about us,” Jetstream says, after taking a sip. “So why didn't we know about having such lovely company for this weekend getaway?”
“Huh? You weren't told that I was gonna be here?”
They both shake their heads. Well, that makes things kinda awkward. Princess Cadence gave me a rough idea of what they would be like, but they don't know anything about me. “Wait, maybe this'll explain things.” Producing a letter in a pink envelope from my apron pocket, I hand it over to Shadow Spell. “I was told to give this to you.”
“What's it say?” Jet asks his comrade.
The night unicorn clears his throat and begins to read it out loud:
To 2nd Lieutenant Jetstream of the Wonderbolts' First Aerial Response Team and Special Agent Shadow Spell of the Lunar Guard.
First of all, congratulations on your recent conferment of the Equestrian Service Cross. I am sure Princess Celestia and Princess Luna value your continued service greatly. However, since they are both very busy on account of the First Contact Day celebrations, I was asked to take care of finding a suitable reward for you.
The hotel room, room service and use of hotel facilities over this coming weekend have been covered by the Crown already. Please enjoy your well-deserved vacation time. In addition Ms. Julie LeBlanc will be joining you for the duration of your stay. She's taking part in this year's H.E.R.A. charity event. Please don't hesitate to show her the full extent of Equestrian hospitality.
Sincerely, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.
“Huh.” Not a stallion of many words, I see. But that's alright. I kinda like the quiet type, and he's pretty handsome, too.
“Well, I always like meeting new people,” Jetstream says in a lively tone and stands up. He gets a glass and pours me some champagne as well, then sits down next to me, rather than on another couch. Maybe he's more of a gentleman, uh, I mean gentlecolt, than he seemed at first. He seems like a bit of a goof. Cute, though. “But I gotta ask. What's with the outfit?”
“Princess Cadence's idea,” I reply with a dry smile. Also she rather heavily implied that Shadow Spell would probably approve of this, although I'm not seeing much of a reaction from him.
Jet laughs. “I see. Human costumes have been pretty popular during last year's Nightmare Night, especially that one. For obvious reasons. Wait, I'll show you.” He pulls out his cellphone and brings up a picture of a pegasus mare with a yellow coat. And she's wearing pretty much the same outfit I am right now. “That's my boss, Spitfire, at our squadron party.”
The picture makes me chuckle. She seems pretty drunk. “Well, you should have seen the sheer number of Nightmare Moon costumes during Halloween. It was insane.”
“Oh, yeah? As what did you go?”
I wink at him. “I was a red devil. Pretty standard, I know. How about you?”
He scratches his cheek and scrolls through the photos on his cell, until one comes up that shows him in some kind of martial arts outfit. “You wanna talk about boring, here's a guy who wore his training outfit to the party, because he didn't have any better ideas.”
“You practice karate or something?”
“Muay Thai. The Wonderbolts have their own exchange program. I got the chance to train with the Blue Angels at their base, and their hand-to-hand combat instructor is a master of that particular martial art. I kept it up, even after returning home.”
“So you've already met other humans than me?”
“We both have. Shadow here was actually there during the First Contact mission, as Princess Luna's bodyguard.”
I look at the unicorn in astonishment. “Really? I must have seen the footage of Luna's famous speech at the U.N. at least a dozen times, but I've never noticed you among the pony representatives.”
Shadow Spell takes a swig of his drink, leaving only the olives. When did he have the time to drain his glass so fast? “Naturally. If you'd seen me, I wouldn't have been doing my job very well.” Makes sense, I guess. He is a secret agent. Putting down the glass, he suddenly stands up. “It's rather late already. I'm turning in for the night. It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. LeBlanc.”
“Uh, yeah. Same here. Goodnight then.”
Jetstream sighs, after Shadow has withdrawn to his room. “And he says that I'm rude. He's not really the social type, so you have to forgive him. He probably freaked, meeting such a famous actress as yourself.”
I laugh that comment off. “Me? Famous? I'm really not that big of a deal.”
For some reason he tilts his head and gives me a look, as if I'd just declared that the sky was green. He holds up one finger and moves over to his bag, fishing out a DVD and holding it up in front of me. “That is you, isn't it?”
I swallow hard. Yeah, that's me on the cover alright, wearing a French Maid outfit no less. I give him a wry smile. “Guess you know my little secret. Did you pick that up during your travels on Earth?”
He shakes his head. “No, I picked it up in a retail store right here in Canterlot. You mean, you didn't know?” he asks in disbelief. “You're considered the biggest movie star ever, or at least since humanity has introduced us to video technology two years ago. I thought the reason you called yourself Julie LeBlanc, was so that you wouldn't be swarmed by your legion of fans.”
Legion of fans? There's at least one thing he's right about. That movie lists me in the credits as Foxxy Julie, not Julie LeBlanc. I take the DVD from him with a shaky hand. “Are you telling me that THIS is considered a hit movie, and that most of Canterlot has seen it?”
“Canterlot? It's the best-selling film in all of Equestria. The hype has even spread into neighboring countries like Griffonia and Zebraca.”
I don't believe this, but I can't really deny it either. Suddenly everything makes sense. The high bids at the charity auction, the awed looks of the crowd, the reason why Princess Cadence wanted me to wear this particular costume. It's all because of this movie, the first movie I've ever been in, and the name of that movie is …
Slutty French Maids #13 – Cum Hungry Redheads Edition
It seems so insane! I must have stayed up almost half the night, talking with Jet about my fame here in Equestria. It's only now that I'm truly coming to grips with how different our cultures really are. Most ponies have never even heard of James Bond, yet for some reason a cheap French porn movie has become the hottest thing since sliced bread. It didn't even get an international release back home.
On Earth this kind of film is considered something dirty. Even though enough people will buy it, nobody will admit to that. It's not usually something we, as humans, are comfortable discussing openly.
For ponies on the other hand, love is an all-encompassing concept, and that obviously includes physical love. So they don't see a reason to treat this any differently than a cheesy romance, like Titanic for example, the best-selling movie in our world.
It's not even just the adults. Apparently there's a cut version out there that removes all the graphic scenes, so even fillies and colts know who I am! It does make a weird kind of sense. When you cut out all the sex scenes, what you're left with is maybe a twenty-minute simplistic plot that involves some cuddling. Of course that would appeal to children.
I actually had to ask Jetstream to pinch me at one point, when he told me that my fame had exploded far beyond the original movie. There's merchandise of me. I'm an action figure! When you squeeze it, its breasts swell. It even comes with interchangeable maid outfits in different colors.
While I had a hard time coming to grips with my new-found celebrity status, he couldn't believe that nobody on Earth was aware of that fact. Surely somebody would have reported that back to me by now. I do have a theory about that. The world leaders may just have a hard time swallowing the fact that the most famous human in Equestria right now is actually a porn actress. And they control the traffic on our side of the portal.
It's Saturday morning now, and while I still can't really wrap my head around it, I've decided to just accept it. It's kind of liberating in a sense. I'm used to hiding that part of me around others. But here I can just be myself, because everypony already knows, and they don't seem to think any less of me for it.
I haven't lost sight of why I originally came here, though. I made a trip down to the hotel bakery earlier. I think the vendor even recognized me. He absolutely refused to take payment for what I bought, insisting that it was a gift. For the rest I just ordered room service.
I'm just about done setting the table, when Shadow Spell emerges from his room, already dressed in black pants and a matching shirt.
“Good morning,” I greet him with a bright smile.
He takes one look and then swallows hard.
“In the spirit of cultural exchange, I've prepared le petit déjeuner, a traditional French breakfast.” I start pointing out the dishes. “We've got croissants and baguette bread with an assortment of jams. French toast, which wasn't really invented in France, believe it or not. Yoghurt with fresh fruit and of course freshly brewed coffee.”
Of course the thing that has him stumped, is not the table. I've decided to recreate the breakfast scene from my movie, in which I'm wearing nothing but a pink, frilly apron while serving some guests in my master's mansion. If ponies like it so much, I might as well give them a bit of a treat, right?
Shadow Spell moves closer and stops right in front of me, looking deeply into my eyes. I could gaze into those golden eyes all day. He really is handsome, and I can feel my heart starting to beat just a little bit faster.
“Ms. LeBlanc,” he says.
“Yes?” I respond breathlessly.
“I don't usually eat a big breakfast, so I'll just have that coffee.”
I blink a few times while that registers on my mind. “Oh, sure.” I pour him a mug and hand it to him. “Here you go.”
He opens his mouth slightly, as if he was gonna say something else, but then seems to think better of it. Instead he says: “I have some paper work to catch up on. Thanks for the coffee.” With that he turns around and goes back to his room, not even giving me a second glance.
. . .
Well, that wasn't how the scene played out in the movie. That's for sure. Then again, this is real life. Wondering whether I've done something wrong, I can only stand here and look forlornly at the closed door with a sigh.
I can hear another door open and Jetstream's yawn. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” I reply half-heartedly. There's a bit of a pause, and then I can hear an odd sound coming from his direction.
Poof!
I look over at him. He's still in his pajamas, simply standing there with wide eyes. His wings are standing standing on end, though. Huh. Seems like at least one of them appreciates my efforts. “My, lieutenant. Is that the fabled wing-boner I've heard so much about?” I ask slyly.
He gives me a sheepish laugh. “I guess you won't believe me, if I said they were always like this in the morning?”
I begin to chuckle, turning around slowly to give him a good view. “Breakfast at Julie's is served.”
“Yeah.” He sits down at the table while I pour a cup of coffee for him as well. He's not even taking his eyes off me as he fumbles around for a croissant.
It's really nice. He's so plainly honest and uncomplicated. He doesn't try to be a mystery, unlike a certain other stallion. I lean against the edge of the table. “Say, Jet. You've known Shadow Spell for a long time, right?”
“Uh-huh,” he replies while picking up the salt shaker without looking and dumping some into his coffee.
“How does he feel about humans? I get the impression that he doesn't like me very much.”
“Oh, I wouldn't say that. He doesn't have a problem with humans.”
“So it must be me then,” I conclude sadly.
“Please don't say that,” he disagrees immediately. “Shadow is just a difficult guy to get to know. Even I can't tell what he's thinking half the time.”
Hm, can't win them all, I guess. At least Jet has warmed up to me pretty easily, and he's getting warmer by the minute, hovering with one hand over my thigh. “Julie. May I touch your skin?”
Coming from anyone else, that would have sounded phenomenally creepy, but for some reason I don't mind at all with him. “Go ahead.”
“It's so smooth,” he comments in an almost child-like wonder as he runs his hand up and down my thigh. I suppose mares feel a lot different, considering they have a coat.
To be honest, it's an interesting experience for me as well. I can feel the small hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “Say, do stallions consider human women attractive?”
“I've never met one who didn't. Exotic beauty is the word most would use, I guess. Your fans definitely consider you attractive, myself included.” This can't just be the pheromones at work then, if stallions consider me attractive from the movie alone.
But maybe Jetstream is affected by it. He's certainly increasing the amount of surface area he's exploring. Getting so much attention from him, it makes me a little frisky. “Hey, Jet. If I said right now that you could do anything you want with my body, what would it be?”
His hand movement stops suddenly. “I'd ask you to drop the top of that apron, so I could put my meat flute between those lovely melons while you whistle a little song on the tip of it.” Wow, he actually said that with a perfectly straight face. That's gotta be the weirdest combination of euphemisms I've ever heard in my life.
“Alright,” I say simply and stand up, reaching behind me to loosen the bow at the back of my neck. I fold the top of the apron down, revealing my breasts to him.
He also stands up and swallows hard. “R-really?”
“Anything for my loyal fans,” I reply with a smile and get on my knees, slowly pulling down his pants in the process. Taking his shaft into both hands, I take a moment to admire it while Jet shudders at my touch. It's so big. I can't even wrap my fingers around it completely. The entire look and shape is so much different from a man's. Yet it's exciting me all the more.
“Julie. You asked me whether stallions consider you attractive. What about the other way around?”
“If I didn't before, then I definitely do now.” Sticking out my tongue, I run it along his pride from the base all the way to the tip, feeling the veins along it as I do so. Then I gather some saliva in my mouth and spit on it, rubbing it all over the shaft with my hands to get it good and lubricated.
“Ngh.” That gets me a moan from him. Looks like he's gotten really hard.
Moving a little closer, I wrap my breasts around the shaft, pressing them together with my hands. As I look up at him, I begin to slide my upper body up and down slowly. “You like that?”
He's breathing really hard, so he simply responds with a nod for now, enjoying the feeling as I speed up the movement more and more. He traces his index finger along my cheek and chin, before putting it on my lower lip. I circle it with my tongue, before lightly sucking on it. “I hope you haven't forgotten about that song.”
I look at him with heavily lidded eyes. I've actually practiced that look in the mirror. It never fails to get a rise out of men, and seemingly stallions as well, judging from his facial expression. “You know how to whistle, don't you, Jet? You just put your lips together and blow,” I tell him, before I wrap my lips around the tip and begin to suck on it. Great, now I'm using these weird euphemisms.
“Oh, fuck yes!” He puts his hand on top of my head, pushing it down gently, thus causing me to take in more of it. “Play it, Julie. Play the song again.”
His breathing is growing more and more erratic, and I can feel his hips starting to thrust every time he pushes my head down, wanting me to take it even deeper. I like to think of myself as skilled, but even I'm surprised at how quickly he's increasing the pace.
“Wanna take the reins?” I ask, after moving my head back a little.
He nods, so I lie down on my back. Straddling my stomach, Jet puts his member between my mounds again, but takes some time to get a good feel for them, moving them around with the palms of his hands.
“Ah!” He takes me by surprise, when he suddenly pinches one of my nipples.
With a grin, he pushes against them from the sides to get just the right amount of pressure to give him the full pleasure. Then he starts thrusting his hips vigorously. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, so the tip will brush against it at the end of every stroke.
He's really going all out, and there's a bit of a wild glint in his eyes. He even starts snorting in between breaths every now and then. Right now he seems a lot more like an animal. Maybe that's the effect of the pheromones. Sam said that I would 'drive them wild.' This must be what she meant. It really feels like I'm being mounted by a stallion right now.
But as I keep looking into his eyes, I can tell that Jetstream is still in there, still that same goofy, blabbering, but ultimately well-meaning person, and that makes me feel safe. I can actually feel his dick throbbing now. He must be getting close.
With a growl, he throws back his head and, with one final thrust, releases his seed in several large spurts. I keep my mouth open as it splatters across my face. It's so hot, and much thicker and smellier than human cum.
It takes him a while to catch his breath afterwards. In the meantime, I move the sticky substance around in my mouth. Since this is the first time I've tasted a stallion, I really want to explore the taste and texture. It's actually not bad, certainly not any worse than that of a human. Curiosity overcoming me, I actually swallow the load in my mouth.
There's still plenty covering my face and breasts. I think some is clinging to my hair as well. “Sorry,” Jetstream says with a sheepish expression, also realizing the mess. “I don't think I've ever released that much of my baby batter at once.”
“It's fine,” I tell him. “I love the smell of cum in the morning.”
* * *
While I took a much needed shower, Jetstream went down to the hotel pool for some exercise. I actually wouldn't have minded doing a little more of the other kind of exercise with him, but he did look pretty drained, after blowing that huge load.
After getting dressed, I'm at a bit of a loss of what to do now. “Well, I'm dressed as a maid,” I tell myself. “Might as well do some maid stuff.”
I decide to make one last attempt at getting to know Shadow Spell a little better. So with a sliver tray in hand, I stand in front of his room and rap on the door.
“One moment please.” His voice is coming through pretty clearly. Makes me wonder whether or not he heard what Jet and I were up to in the living area earlier as I wait. “Come in,” he says finally.
Opening the door, I see him sitting at the desk that's part of the room interior. There's a laptop on it, although I can't tell what he's working on, since he's half closed it. The shades are drawn, so the room is pretty dark.
“How can I help you, Ms. LeBlanc?” he asks.
“You know, it's fine to just call me Julie,” I tell him in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“I'll try to remember that, … Julie.” Alright. Progress.
Holding the tray in front of me, I say: “I made some fresh coffee. There's also some croissants left, in case you change your mind and want to have a bite after all.”
“That's very thoughtful of you, Julie. Thank you. Just put it down there.”
Placing the tray on the desk, I spot some brown files. Is that what he's working on? It's even got a red stamp on it that says 'Top Secret' and everything.
“Was there anything else?”
“Uhm, not really.” Awkward pause. Can't I get through one conversation with this guy without having one of those? “Are you gonna be working all day? I was hoping the three of us could have lunch together at the hotel restaurant.”
“Probably,” he says. “Sometimes a license to kill is just a hassle. Not that I've ever had to kill anyone, but I still gotta file all the proper papers. I normally eat while I work. So I'll just order room service. But you and Jet enjoy yourselves.”
He moves to unfold his laptop again, but gives me a meaningful glance, before actually proceeding.
“Right. I'll just leave you to it then. I'm sure all of Equestria appreciates your hard work and dedication.” Turning on my heel, I march out of his room. After closing the door behind me, I bang my forehead lightly against the wall. Talking to this guy is so awkward, so why do I even try so much?
Oh, well. I gave it my best shot. With nothing better to do, I spot some magazines on the coffee table near the fireplace and decide to have a peek at what's hot in Canterlot right now. Picking up the first one, it's like I'm looking in a mirror. Foxxy Julie – Secrets Revealed! “Right, I forgot,” I mumble to myself. “I'm hot right now.”
I don't really feel like reading an editorial about myself. I came here to learn more about Equestria and its inhabitants after all. I raise my eyebrow at the next magazine. 20 Ways to please your stallion in bed! Oh, well. Better than nothing, I suppose.
I grab the magazine and lay down on the sofa. It's actually pretty interesting. Obviously the same tricks that work on humans will do just fine. But there's a few things about ponies that are new to me, particularly concerning unicorns.
After being about halfway through the magazine, I can feel someone staring at me from above. Putting my reading material aside, I realize that Jetstream is peering down at me, while leaning over the backrest of the sofa. Didn't even hear him come in.
“Jet? You have an expression on your face like the kid who stole the last piece of candy.”
“That obvious?” he replies, scratching his cheek. “Look, it's not the end of the world, but I may have made a bit of a blunder.”
“Shocking,” I give him my dry reply. "So what is it?"
“Well, you see. I went to the pool and then I went to the gym for a bit. I met a few people, and we got talking. You know, the usual stuff. I kinda let it slip that I know you.” So he was bragging. Why do I have a sudden mental image of him running through the streets of Canterlot, holding up a big sign over his head that reads 'I got to titty-fuck a famous movie star'? “Well, they asked me, if I could hook them up with some autographs. Would you mind?”
Autographs? Nobody has ever asked me for an autograph before. “Alright, I guess. Anything for my fans, right?”
He turns around and says in a loud voice: “She said 'yes,' guys!”
The cheer that erupts from around the door kinda makes me not want to take a look, but I peer over the edge of the couch anyway. “Jet, you and I need to have a serious talk about your definition of a few people.”
For the next two hours our living area turns into an impromptu autograph session, as I sit at the table. No matter how many I sign, there are still ponies lining up outside to see me.
Of course I don't have any pre-printed cards, so they just bring me stuff to sign. For the most part they're actually stills taken from the movie, and the graphical kind at that. I didn't know that it was possible to get tired of seeing your own naked body.
I try my best to make a little time with everypony. Some want to take a photo with me, others shake my hand or ask me some question. A few are actually asking for a kiss, so I humor them with a peck on the cheek. It's not just stallions either. There's actually a surprising amount of mares among them.
A unicorn mare with a grey coat and a white and purple mane asks me, after getting her autograph. “I was hoping you could answer a question that my daughter and I have been arguing about. After the events of Act 5, does Richie get together with your character or with Christie? Because I'm saying he's in love with Julie, who was his childhood sweetheart from way back. But my daughter thinks that as he's the heir to the estate, Christie is the logical choice, because she's really an aristocrat herself and only playing the part of a maid for fun.”
Geez, how do these ponies come up with those kinds of questions? Did that movie really have so much substance to it? “Either interpretation would be valid, I suppose. That scene wasn't actually scripted. The director just liked our chemistry on screen so much that he wanted to shoot an extra threesome with us. We basically ad-libbed the entire thing about the love triangle. Personally I'd like to think that he married Christie, but Julie remained his mistress, so all three got their happily-ever-after in a way.”
Her eyes are actually sparkling. “You came up with that by yourself? You're even more amazing than I thought. You know, I'm a writer. Perhaps you would like to take a look at the screenplay I wrote? The female lead would be perfect for you.”
Before I can respond to that, Jet, who is standing behind me, hands her a business card. “Hi, I'm Jetstream, Ms. LeBlanc's manager. All offers for new roles have to go through me. Why don't you call me on Monday, and we'll discuss your story idea over lunch or something?” So apparently I have a manager now. That would have been nice to know in advance.
“Thank you. I certainly will,” she responds happily.
“Are you actually gonna read her script, or are you just using my fame to hook up with mares?” I ask him, after she's out of ear-shot.
“Am I that much of an open book to you? And why not both?” he responds with a wide grin.
“Because she's old enough to be your mother?”
“Yeah, but did you see her? That was one seriously hot MILF.”
“Hm, remind me to introduce you to Lisa Ann, if I get the chance. You two would probably get along great.”
* * *
I do appreciate having met so many ponies that are so open about liking my work. But today was just exhausting. I may have poked a little fun at Jet, but he really did a great job as my 'manager' for the day by keeping everypony in line.
Secretly I'm even starting to wonder, if he hadn't planned this from the start. He did get very passionate last night, when he realized that I've never seen a single royalty check for the stuff being sold here in Equestria. So it's possible that he came up with this in order to show me how much I'm appreciated around here. He's really a good guy, once you look past his outward flaws. And he's so easy to get along with. It's only been a day, but it feels like I've known him forever.
As easy as Jetstream is to figure out, though, Shadow Spell remains a total mystery to me. Because of the Julie LeBlanc fan convention in our living room, Jet and I never got around to having lunch at the restaurant and ended up ordering a quick meal via room service. We've decided to go out for dinner instead, since I really want to try some genuine Equestrian cuisine.
Jet's gone down to the reception to make our reservation. I've changed into my red summer dress again. I wouldn't want to cause a scene and make trouble for the staff by going in my maid costume. It'd probably turn into another Julie-Con. I look at Shadow Spell's closed door. Maybe he's finally done with his work? It would be wrong not to invite him, even if I end up getting the awkward treatment again.
I knock, but there's no answer. Maybe he didn't hear? I knock again, still no answer. He could at least respond. Then again, there might be something wrong. … It's alright. I'm just gonna check. So I open the door a crack and peer in.
There he is. He's sitting on the bed now, with the laptop in front of him. “Shadow Spell?” As my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, I can finally make out the reason why he's not responding. He's wearing headphones. Maybe he's listening to some music while he works?
I enter the room and move slightly to the side. “Oh, my.” What I see, makes me freeze on the spot instantly and sends a blush up my cheeks. He's working, alright. Working the shaft, that is.
Talk about catching someone with their pants down. The secret agent is masturbating while watching a dirty movie, and not just any dirty movie. My dirty movie. I should probably just back up and leave while he hasn't seen me yet.
But it finally feels like luck has given me the upper hand. This time he's gonna be the embarrassed one. With much mischief in mind, I sneak up slowly behind him. He doesn't notice that I've dropped onto the bed and am slowly approaching him like a cat on the prowl.
“Gotcha!” I shout triumphantly as I hug him from behind, clasping my hands together in front of his chest. Due to the jerky movement, the headphone plug pops right out of the computer, and suddenly the room is filled with my voice. Only it's not coming from me, it's coming from the laptop's internal speakers. “Ahh! Yes, master! Fuck me hard!”
He's totally frozen in shock, and I remove the headphones from his ears, letting them simply hang from his neck. Moving my lips close to his left ear, I begin to whisper. “Not bad, Secret Agent Shadow Spell. You really had me fooled. I totally thought that you didn't care about my movie, or me for that matter.”
He swallows hard. “Ms. LeBlanc …”
“We're back to Ms. LeBlanc now? I thought I told you to call me Julie. But Foxxy works, if you'd prefer that,” I tell him with a smirk.
“Julie … I apologize. For me to do this while you're right next door. It's just that I've never met a movie star before today, so I had no idea how to approach you.”
“Hm, well I've never been a movie star before today. So the way I see it, we're both in the same boat.” I press in closer. He must be feeling my breasts squished against his back. I lightly blow on his ear, which makes him shudder. “It's such a waste, though, for you to be sitting here all alone in the dark, doing this by yourself.”
The movie is still running, my virtual self getting taken from behind by the master of the estate. “Master, wait, that's my ass.”
“Is that your favorite scene?”
He nods wordlessly.
Reaching around him, I touch his tip with my index finger, which makes him draw in his breath sharply. Then I begin to draw circles around it with my finger. “Tell me, how many times have you jerked off to my movie in the past? How many times have you envisioned yourself being there instead of my acting partner, wishing that this beautiful stallion cock was the one railing my ass and pussy?” I'm really in a teasing mood right now.
“Too many times to count?” I can actually feel him blush, rather than actually see it.
“Hm, points for honesty,” I say, wrapping my hand around his shaft and starting to pump it slowly.
“Ngh, Julie?” He seems pretty confused by my aggressive approach.
“Here's the deal, Mr. 'I-Have-Paper-Work-To-Do,'” I tell him, pointing at the screen with my other hand. I'm fairly sure that there's about six minutes left in that scene. That should be plenty of time. “If I can make you cum before this scene ends, you're coming to dinner with Jet and me. No excuses.”
He certainly didn't expect that. But he finally gets around to asking the obvious question. “And if you can't?”
“Then you can order room service again, and I'll let you eat off my naked body,” I tell him confidently.
“Alright,” he says, regaining his cool attitude somewhat. “I have to warn you, though. I was trained to withstand torture of the severest kind. My mind is a rock.”
“Torture?” I purr. “That's not really what I had in mind. Quite the opposite in fact.”
“You'd better get started then. By my estimate you've got around 4 minutes 23 seconds left, before the fade to black.”
4:23? How'd he arrive at that number? There's no time indicator on the screen right now. Don't tell me he's got the scene memorized frame by frame?
As I begin to speed up my hand movements, I put what I learned from that magazine earlier into practice, starting off with kissing his neck a few times and then running my tongue along his ear.
“Mmh.” Once again he shudders in response. Looks like it's working as I blow my breath along the tufts. Pony ears have a larger surface than a human's, so they're also more sensitive.
I can feel him throb in my hand. “You're already close to your limit. How long have you been masturbating, before I came in? At least since the scene started, I bet.”
“Ah, do it harder, master!” Having the movie play, actually provides an extra visual and auditory stimulus for Shadow.
He's persistent, though. I'll give him that. Despite the precum leaking out from his tip, he's keeping himself in check. That idea about using me for a dinner plate must be really motivating him. However, I still have my secret weapon.
I cup his glans with my right hand, spreading the clear, sticky fluid between my fingers. Then I move it up to his horn, starting to run my hand along that rather than his cock. My left hand reaches around to grab his shaft again, almost seamlessly taking over the pumping action.
“Gah!” His breathing has become more erratic. A unicorn's horn is almost as sensitive as the real thing, so he won't last long under my double assault.
“How is it?” I ask. “Enjoy that? I bet most mares can only do one at a time properly, because they'll only use their dominant hand. But before I moved onto the screen, I was the best fluffer in the business. I was able to easily get three guys ready at once, by using both hands and my mouth.”
There's actually tiny sparks coming out of his horn. It won't take long now. I give his ear one final nibble, before repositioning. While the me on the screen kneels down to receive the cumshot from her partner, I speed up my hand-job to the max. At the same time I run my tongue along his horn.
“Yes, master. Give me your cum. I want it all over my face,” movie Julie begs with glistening eyes.
Time to deliver the coup de grâce. Waiting for another magic surge, I pinch the tip of his horn between my thumb and index finger. “Kuh!?” He gasps. I only hold it for a second, but that's more than enough.
As I let go, the entire horn lights up and releases something that looks like a small firework. Even as my on-screen double gets drenched in cum, Shadow erupts violently, shooting out his seed all over the screen of his laptop.
While he's catching his breath, I watch myself lick up the cum in the movie with a happy expression. I keep pumping Shadow's shaft slowly, to get out the last few drops. “Oh, thank you, master. I love your thick, smelly semen.”
I made it with about twenty seconds to spare. There's some of Shadow's sperm left on my fingers, and I can't resist licking it off and swallowing it right next to his face while the screen fades to black. “Tasty,” I say, smacking my lips. “Better get cleaned up and dressed. Jet's getting us a table for eight o'clock.”
Although Shadow Spell still remained his stoic self after that, he did come out of his shell slightly, meaning he was willing to spend the remaining time with us, rather than locked away in his room.
All throughout Sunday, I got the real insider's tour of Canterlot. We went around, Jet and Shadow showing me all the places that hadn't been part of the official tour earlier. At times it was slow going, since many more ponies recognized me and asked for autographs, so we had to stop frequently.
One of our stops was at an electronics store. Not really too different from those I've seen in the human world. But it was essential.
“You got us in frame, Jet?” I ask while he makes the final adjustments. It's just a cheap camcorder with a tripod, but it'll do.
“Yep,” he confirms, pushing one final button and then joining Shadow and me in front of the bed. “Rolling.”
Flanked by my two stallions, I smile at the camera and take a bow. “Hi, I'm Julie LeBlanc. But you might know me under my stage name, Foxxy Julie, from the hit movie Slutty French Maids #13 – Cum Hungry Redheads Edition.” This experience has really changed me. I used to simply refer to it as THAT movie I made. But saying the title now actually makes me proud.
“This weekend gave me the opportunity to visit Canterlot for the first time, where I met my new friends Jetstream and Shadow Spell. Say 'hello,' guys.”
“Yo!” Jet strikes a pose and makes a peace sign.
“Hm.” Shadow isn't saying anything, merely inclining his head in greeting. He's so stiff, even more than usual. Could it be that he's camera-shy? That's so cute.
“I got to meet a lot of my fans this weekend,” I continue my little speech. “Unfortunately I'll be leaving again tomorrow morning. I wish I could have stayed longer and met many more of you. But I wanted to leave something of me behind, so this is what I came up with. This is gonna be a very special short film, the very first inter-species sex scene. If you purchased this video, I'd like to personally thank you. All the proceeds will go towards H.E.R.A's charity fund.”
“Here's what you purchased.” I do a little pirouette to show my stuff. Rather than the full maid outfit, I'm wearing a black bra and panties with white lace trimmings around the edges, so it gives the impression of actually belonging to the set. I still got the stockings, garter-belt, heels and headband on, though. “Let me set the scene for you. Julie's master has fallen on hard financial times. So he's now renting out the mansion as a vacation home to visitors from Equestria. As a cost-saving measure, Julie has been left as the only maid in charge of the house. Two such visitors have just entered her room unannounced, as she's getting ready to go to bed after a hard day's work, and thus begins our little play. Enjoy.”
I close my eyes for a moment to get into character, then I look at Shadow with teary eyes. “Masters, you shouldn't be here at this hour. But I am at your service. What is your wish?”
In response, Jet immediately and unceremoniously drops his pants. “You can say 'hello' to my little friend!” Wow, subtle. Maybe improv wasn't the way to go? All we got is the premise, but there was no time for rehearsals.
Shadow unbuckles his own pants in reply. “What he said.”
“Gladly, masters.” Dropping to my knees, I take one in each hand. “Such magnificence. I have never seen such beauty.” I'm only half acting. Although I've seen them both before, I'm still amazed at how much bigger they are compared to a human.
While slowly rubbing them, I switch back and forth between licking their respective tips, flirting with the camera the whole time.
Both move in a little closer to me, and Jet begins stroking my hair. “Such an obedient slutty maid. Your original master trained you well.”
“Thank you, master. Does my body please you?”
“Hm, what do you think, Shadow?”
“I think we'll have to see a little more, before we can conclude anything definitive,” the unicorn replies. He reaches down and unclasps the hook of my bra behind my back.
Taking the hint, I remove it fully, letting the camera and the two of them have a good look at my bare breasts. Then I take their shafts again, rubbing the tips against my nipples. I can feel Shadow's eyes on me. He must have already realized that my nipples have gotten hard. Until today, this sort of thing was just another job to me. But just thinking that potentially millions are gonna watch this, I'm really turned on right now. Of course the fact that both of them are very handsome stallions also helps.
I go back to giving them head for now, sucking them off noisily in turn, rather than just licking. Jet reaches down and begins playing with my breasts. Instead of going directly for my nipple like before, he circles around it with one finger. When he does pinch it, it hits me unprepared.
“Mmmh!” I moan around Shadow's cock, and he shudders as a result.
Closing his hand around my wrist, Jet pulls me back up into a standing position. After rubbing my belly for a moment, he snakes his hand into my panties. I moan as he rubs two fingers over my lips and then brushes my clit slightly.
“What do we have here?” he asks with a grin. He pushes two fingers in, making a wet noise that even the cheap mic on the camcorder will pick up.
“Ahhh! Master!”
“What a slutty maid. Did you get wet from sucking our meat poles?”
I give him a smoldering look. “No, master. I've been wet since you arrived at the mansion. It's like a burning fever. I've never felt such heat before.” I'm sure the mares among the audience will appreciate the allusion.
In a move that really surprises me, Jet moves in to kiss me. I allow him free entry as our tongues dance around each other for a time. “Then which of us would you like to take first?”
“I would prefer Master Shadow Spell, if you don't mind.” I really don't care that much. I'm gonna do them both anyway, before this is over.
Shadow moves around behind me, pulling down my panties. Then he places one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hips. “Ahh!” He actually bites my neck. Is this the effect of my pheromones again? Although he's not using enough force to actually hurt me, it's definitely gonna leave a mark. Then he thrusts his hips forward, not actually entering me just yet, but pushing his cock between my thighs.
As he moves slowly, my love juices begin to cover his shaft. “Master, I'm not actually sure this will fit inside of me.”
“Only one way to find out,” Jet says and nods towards his friend.
Shadow sits down on the bed, his cock proudly pointing skyward. I position myself over him in a reverse cowgirl style, since this will give the camera the best angle. Spreading my lips with my fingers, I slowly lower myself onto him.
“Hmmm,” I can't help but moan as the first few inches penetrate me. The feeling is all new to me, because the head is shaped so much differently, so I take my time.
Shadow seems to have other ideas, however. Grabbing my shoulders, he pulls me down, shoving himself into me in one go. “Ah, master! Wait!”
He seizes my thighs with his hands, lifting me up in the air. I had no idea how strong he actually was! Gravity does the rest, and my lower body moves the rest of the way down.
Looking at the point where we're connected, I smile. “It's all the way in. Master's cock is buried in my pussy. Ohh!” I've never felt so full before.
He begins to move his hips at a medium pace right from the start. He must really be under the influence, since I can hear him snorting between breaths.
Meanwhile Jet has moved over to the camera and taken it off the tripod. He turns it on himself for a moment. “Let's get a little closer to the action, shall we?” he tells the audience.
He turns it back on us and slowly moves really close, filming our privates. I'm not sure if Shadow is even aware of it, but he speeds up considerably.
“Master! You're gonna break me in half.” He's hitting all the most sensitive spots deep inside of me.
Jet starts to pull the camera up, making sure to get our love-making from all angles as he stands on the bed, shooting me from above. “That's it, Julie. Show them that sexy expression.”
I smile up at him, giving him the same look I did yesterday at the breakfast table. “Alright, master, I'm ready for my close-up.”
“Your viewers are probably wondering at this point. Do you like stallion cocks?”
I moan as Shadow increases his speed yet again. “Ahhn! Yes, I love them.”
“Then would you take two at the same time?”
Knowing Jet, I can see where this is headed already. “Yes, masters. Please do both my holes at the same time. I want you to cum lots and lots for me.”
Taking the cue as well, Shadow levitates me in the air with his magic, repositioning me slightly. I can feel his tip press against my rear entrance. “Ohhhh!” Very slowly he begins to lower me. Since my love juices are sill coating his pride, the penetration goes fairly smoothly, even if it is a big one to take up the ass.
“Tell me, if you need me to stop for a second,” he whispers in my ear.
So he wasn't totally in animal mode, I guess. “Thanks for your concern, but I'm fine.”
He nods and continues to push into me, until he's fully immersed, stopping there for a moment.
“Ready or not, here I come,” Jet declares happily and pushes into me from the front. No such deliberations here. That's one excited stallion right there. “Damn, you're so tight,” he hisses. “Human pussy rocks.”
“Ahhh!” What an incredible feeling. Forget about what I said about being full earlier. I must be looking really slutty right now, with my mouth wide open and my tongue hanging out. But I don't care. This is pure bliss.
“Julie LeBlanc, fillies and gentlecolts,” Jet commentates as he zooms in on my face. “Getting fucked silly by two stallions at the same time and loving every second of it.”
They both begin to move at the exact same time. It really shows that they've known each other for such a long time. Their movements are perfectly in sync. Feeling their cocks rubbing up against each other inside of me, I don't think I can take this stimulation for too long.
“Hah! … Mast … Ah! … cks … Nhh! … Am … azing.” I can't even form a coherent sentence anymore. There are sparks flying in front of my eyes, and I'm not sure, if Shadow is producing them with his horn again, or if I'm just about to pass out from the sheer pleasure.
The room echoes with wet sloshing noises as the three of us go at it. My loud moaning is drowning out every other sound besides that.
It's too much. I can already feel the waves of ecstasy coursing through my body and flooding my brain. “Cum … innngg.”
That they both understood, and they speed up for the final stretch. “That's it, Julie,” Jet encourages me. “Show your fans your O-face. Cum around our cocks.”
Every muscle in my body is tensing up. This is it. “I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!”
Just as I begin to scream my lungs out, I can feel two more explosions happening inside of me, and another wave makes my mind go blank for a moment as Jet and Shadow fill me up with their hot seed. “AHHH! So much … pouring into me … I'll take it all.”
After it's over, my body falls backwards limply. Thankfully Shadow catches me and holds me in a soft embrace.
Jet is the first one to catch his breath and pulls out. After giving me a kiss on the cheek, he lovingly moves the camera from filming my face all the way down to my gaping holes. Their sperm is oozing out of me, since there's so much of it, and he spreads my lips to get one good final close-up, which is the proof of humans and ponies coming together in more ways than one.
“Oh,” he says suddenly, turning the camera over in his hands. “Looks like the batteries ran out, and not a moment too soon.”
I want to enjoy the afterglow a little longer, but this is a slightly more important. “You'll make sure that this gets distributed to anypony who wants a copy. Right, Jet?”
He makes a fist and hits his chest with it while giving me that goofy grin. “Count on me. If you can't trust your manager, who can you trust?”
Shadow is tightening his embrace. Seems like he never wants to let go of me again. “It's gonna be sad to see you leave in the morning,” he says quietly.
I know. I feel the same way. Spending time with these two, here in Canterlot, it's given me so much more than I'd ever dreamed of, when I volunteered to take part in the H.E.R.A. charity auction.
It's been two years since my weekend with Shadow and Jet. With the full knowledge of my popularity in Equestria, I was actually able to become the strongest voice H.E.R.A. had at its disposal. Basically I became their go-to girl for publicly advancing their causes on the Equestrian side. My word suddenly carried weight.
I was even able to pull some strings and convinced Princess Cadence to open a second magical portal from Paris to the Crystal Empire, effectively doubling traffic between our two worlds via its mere existence.
The 'Imperial Fast Lane,' as that route came to be known, allowed for easier and longer visa applications for both humans and ponies. I was one of the first to take full advantage of that, taking extended trips to the Crystal Empire and going on to Canterlot by train for shorter visits, where I would shoot more movies.
Adult movies on Earth basically have a laughable budget, when compared to big Hollywood productions. But there were no such preconceived notions in Equestria. I.E. (Imagine Equestria), owned by none other than Fancy Pants, has become the major studio in Canterlot, after signing me on as an actress.
As a result, rather than cooling off after the initial burn, my star was actually still rising, and I've made quite a lot of money from it. Basically I'm set for life. I'm still doing some on-screen work, but currently I'm looking into becoming a director.
Of course Cadence didn't just create the Imperial Fast Lane to make my work commute easier. She's a smart mare. Having direct trade access to Earth, has given the Crystal Empire a major economic boost to the point where their income even started to rival that of Equestria itself, even though they only have about a sixth of their population.
That put some pressure on Equestria. Even though Celestia and the U.N. still favored a more long-term approach for a while, the dams were already breaking. Unrestricted travel between the two worlds was only a matter of time now, a fact that Luna realized very early on. I think it's mostly thanks to her that Equestria passed the Human Residency Act.
Today being the fourth anniversary of First Contact Day, I can see banners and decorations in the streets everywhere for the upcoming celebrations as my train pulls into Canterlot station. It also marks a new chapter in my life. For today is the day that I've officially become the first human to hold an Equestrian citizenship, and the day I take up permanent residency in Canterlot.
When I step off the train, there's actually a red carpet rolled out for me, flanked by Royal Guards on either side, who are here to hold back the cheering crowds that go wild as they see me. There's posters with my name on it everywhere.
“Geez, you guys,” I tell the pegasus and unicorn standing in front of me. “I told you, I didn't want a big welcome. I just wanted to get to my new place and start unpacking my stuff.”
“Well, it wouldn't have come to this, if your manager hadn't run his mouth … again,” Shadow Spell tells me while glancing at his friend.
“Oh, come on,” Jetstream defends himself. “It was an open secret. The crowds would have shown up one way or the other. Might as well do it properly, and get some free publicity out of it.”
Shadow simply shakes his head at that. Then he turns back to me. “More importantly, welcome back, Julie.”
“Thanks,” I reply with a bright smile. “There's no place like home.”
