(Note: This story is a paid commission, and may or may not represent the views or interests of the author. Story contains nonsexual adult foal activity. If this sort of interaction is not your cup of tea, consider moving on.)
On a very cosmopolitan evening in Canterlot, Fancy Pants swaggers through the quiet halls of his closest friend's villa. He hasn't yet gotten to the olive at the bottom of his martini glass, and his mind is wandering. It's not abnormal to cover for Fleur, and she for him when the soirees get rough, but something wasn't quite right about her most recent departure.
From behind a cracked bedroom door wafts the scent of cornstarch and cucumber. Intrigued, Fancy wanders on - into a world of precious emotion he never expected.
Commissioned by: Darkentrophy
Aw, this was so sweet, and so lush in detail. And like the best of these works, it always leave the door open for the possibility of more, which is a good thing.
Not exactly my cup of tea, but I get the meaning and respect the choice.
I will read this when I can
It was a nice story, all doe, I am surprised that a two Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lie AB/DL story on just over 24 hours.
Well, this seemed to work out pretty well! Glad folks enjoyed it
Fun fact - I stole those bad lyrics from myself, because they're the same ones I use on my own foals at night (yanno, like actual kids). Well...without the word 'foal' in them, of course
This was really great!
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Certainly glad you enjoyed it
A delightfully glimpse into a true friendship. Understanding without judging, and offering comfort to one who needs it.
Well done as usual.
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*captip* Glad you enjoyed, thank you