> His Turn
>  by Pirate Jesus
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> Behind Closed Doors
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The doorbell rang twice. That was the clue they had both agreed on.

Fleur de Lis stood outside on the veranda as she waited for the door to be answered. She seemed even more dolled up than usual, and for the type of mare that Fleur was, that meant something. Fleur worked as a model to pay the bills and was damned fine at her job. Designers and trendsetters from Manehattan to Las Pegasus had mutually capitalized on her stunning appearance to sell much of their clothing, and often in turn would rake in quite a hefty chunk to pay her for the service. However, that isn't where Fleur got most of her incentive for the job.

She was several things, and one of them was an exhibitionist. As much as she may have passed off the shy, well mannered act for the camera, Fleur was a major Type A personality. She loved the envious stares she received from mares, loved listening to the soft whispers resounding about the room as she entered, and loved the way that ponies would try their best to act like they weren't looking when she finally met their gaze.

But most of all, she loved the looks she'd get from the stallions. They by far had the most interesting reactions to the young mare's physical presence. Anytime her "assets" were plainly visible, they'd experience a number of different changes. Some of them would just blush and shy away from direct eye contact. Others would hoot and cheer her on, and this was the preferred of the two. This reaction made her feel like a sex symbol, a golden goddess visiting the mortals to give a brief bout of beauty to their lives. Being worshiped as an idol was among the greatest joys in her life.

The door suddenly opened with a gentlecolt in a sharp suit standing in the frame. His suit, which hung slightly above a cutie mark of a bow tie and vest, was apparently well tailored, but too plain for one of the canterlot elite, and his face bore no smugness having instead been occupied by a smile, devoid of humor and yet somehow kind. Its owner was a somewhat older looking stallion that looked rather spry in spite of the lines on his face. His coat showed signs of once being light tan with a jet black mane, but both had grayed with old age, turning his coat beige and his mane dull grey. His green eyes, however, extended a comfortable warmth that seemed as youthful as a child.

"The lady Fleur de Lis?" The gentlecolt asked in a lilting but proper tone.

Fleur shook her head up and down. "Yes. I've come as a guest of the master of the house."

He bowed slightly. "Milady. I'm Lord Fancy Pant's butler, Proper. Milord had requested me to escort you to his study where he will accept you, if you would be so kind," he said invitingly. He opened the door wider, holding it for Fleur as she entered. She curtsied, showing her thanks before she passed the threshold.

The foyer was spectacularly large, even for a Canterlot lord. Fancy Pants certainly must have amassed quite the fortune to afford such a lavish estate. Neat crystals hung like drops of dew from the three enormous chandeliers, a diverging grand staircase bisected the room, and a grand rug of Saddle Arabian silk lined the center of the foyer, as well as forming a trail up the staircase. This was definitely a house built for a king.

"If you will but follow me, milady," Proper said pleasantly as he led the way up the staircase and to the left. Fleur followed beside him, glancing at decorative pieces like antique paintings and suits of pony armor as they continued down the hall.

"Proper, do you take care of this entire house and Fancy Pants all by yourself?" Fleur wondered aloud, amazed at the thought of the army of servants it would normally take to run this estate.

Proper gave a small chuckle before restraining his laughter. "No, milady. I am but the head butler of the estate. I see to it that the personal needs of my master are met, and have two younger underlings of my own to handle the more mundane activities."

"Such as cleaning, you mean?" Fleur asked. Certainly it was quite the chore; not only was this house particularly large, but there was also the matter of all the various oddities and conversation pieces that surely needed dusting.

Proper shook his head. "No, madame. Most of the cleaning goes to the maids of the estate, and they're under the watchful supervision of my twin sister, Prim." Fleur took a moment to tell whether or not the stallion was joking about his sister's name, but his calm, even tones seemed to be genuine.

Before the conversation could continue, Proper stopped at one of the doors and opened it. He entered, slightly closing it as he did. "Master, there's a Miss de Lis here to see you," he said in an official manner.

"Ah, yes. Thank you, Proper. You may go on and send her in," the suave, refined voice of a stallion said on the other side of the door. The voice made Fleur's excitement momentarily spike. She knew that tone, that strong yet smooth baritone that haunted her fantasies.

"Yes, sir." Proper came back out of the door, closing it behind him. "My master waits in there for you. If you require my services at any point, simply pull the cord by the door to ring the bell and I will be with you at your disposal." The stallion wasn't all that old now that Fleur had gotten a look at him in the light. He seemed just slightly above Fancy Pants himself's age, and while it was obvious how much of a stud he had been in his prime, he still seemed capable of turning a few heads in his current state. However, Fleur had far larger targets to deal with at the moment.

Fleur nodded her thanks. "Of course. Thank you, Proper."

Proper bowed once more. "Milady," he said before slowly sauntering back down the hallway.

Fleur took a deep breath to calm down before exhaling. After all, if Fancy Pants truly new how much he flustered her, that would ruin half of the fun. Once more exuding the air of false confidence she often put on, she opened the large wooden doors to reveal the private study of Lord Fancy Pants. The walls were covered to the ceiling with bookshelves occupied by dusty old tomes. The products of academia surrounded the majority of the room, with the only section of wall not currently taken by them housing a massive, stone fireplace, lit with three fresh logs of pine. There were two chairs that sat at right angles of each other facing the fire, and finally a large desk on the other side of the room of a strong mahogany.

There, swirling a glass of what appeared to be wine, sat the object of her affections. The stallion was tall and masculine, surprisingly having quite a sculpted frame when compared to other male unicorns of the aristocracy. His white coat somehow both complemented and juxtaposed the light sky blue hair and mustache that adorned him. He often wore a charcoal coat, but it would seem he had already retired it for the evening along with his vest. Instead he wore simply his white shirt of the finest Equestrian cotton and a purple silk tie, left undone in such a careless manner that it could only be pulled off by him. Finally, she met the baby blue eyes that had come to fill her mind with dreams and fantasies.

This was her Adonis. This was her Fancy Pants.

"You look radiant tonight, my dear," he said with a smile, taking a sip from the glass. Fleur always loved that smile, brimming with confidence.

She curtsied to Fancy Pants. "And you are the handsomest stallion in Canterlot."

He put the glass down and walked to the entrance of the study to meet her. The two ponies locked eyes before Fancy pants finally leaned forward and touched his lips to Fleur's. This wasn't merely a small peck of a kiss; Fancy Pants planted it as the two ponies greeted each other sensually. Fleur had the urge to take the kiss a step farther- sticking her tongue in his mouth, moving her lips to his neck, something to extend the boundaries just a little more- but she knew she wanted to make this last, and no doubt Fancy Pants did too.

In addition to her exhibitionism, Fleur had another little quirk that most people didn't know about: she was quite the nymphomaniac. Ever since she was barely on the cusp of marehood, she had been captivated by a massive sexual appetite. At many times, she had required satisfaction time after time in the course of a day. It wasn't always an ever present thing. A lot of times she would go through droughts and then binge on sex with orgies worth of stallions, and sometimes even mares. Still, even after experimenting, she still preferred the way stallions could make one feel so submissive in a way most mares just couldn't replicate.

Of course no one beforehand could hold a candle to him. Fleur thought he must have made a deal with Cerberus, but somehow Fancy Pants was a veritable sex god. The first night that he and Fleur met, they had both been magnificently intoxicated due to a festivity of the nobility, making it that much more surprising of an experience. Fleur had developed quite a connoisseur's palate for the varieties of stallions the world had to offer, but she had never seen anything like Fancy Pants. He managed to make her come twice, a feat that's far easier said than done, and unlike most of the men she slept with, Fancy Pants was able to maintain that bravado all the way to completion. Since their first night, Fleur and Fancy Pants had slept together three more times.

Their lips parted as Fancy Pants strolled casually back to his desk, removing his bow tie and laying it on the table. "So, whose turn is it this time?" Fleur asked coyly.

Fancy Pants, realizing the game she was playing, smiled. "Well, I do believe it's my turn, Fleur." She had known it was his turn to be the dominant partner, of course, but she wanted to hear him say it before she surrendered herself. The very realization that he uttered those words in that authoritative baritone practically made her quiver. She had learned from the previous bouts just how erotic things could get with the kinky stud of a stallion completely in charge.

Fancy Pants took off his shirt laying it by his tie. He reached into one of the drawers in the desk to pull out a cigar cutter, a small silvered lighter, and a fat Coltumbian cigar which he proceeded to prepare for his enjoyment. "Shall we reuse your old safeword?" he asked, talking out of only one side of his mouth with the cigar occupying the other.

Fleur nodded her agreement. "Yes. The safe word is 'Alabaster'," she proclaimed, barely containing her excitement.

Fancy Pants finally managed to get the cigar going. "Excellent," he said with a smile, crossing over to one of the luxurious chairs in front of the fireplace. "Then you may start by undressing, my dear."

Fleur couldn't help but grin seductively in return. This had been the entire reason she had worn the sultry pink dress. Surely if she had simply not worn clothes it wouldn't have been too strange. Ponies go about without attire all the time, and if anyone could pull off bearing it all in public, she could. However, she loved to make a show of stripping for Fancy Pants. It was one of the few times she really could see Fancy Pants have any sense of letting his guard down. "Yes, Master," she replied, widening the smirk.

She started by sliding the strap off of her right shoulder, letting it rest as she slowly worked her arm free. The second strap was soon gone also, falling to her side in it's twin's footsteps. Fleur prolonged the striptease by wiggling slowly in sensual thrusts, showing off her curvaceous hips to him. That was another thing she liked with Fancy Pants: most stallions she had to skip straight to sex lest they release themselves too early, meaning she never got to play with her partners. With Fancy Pant's endurance, he could hold off a while before finishing. Still, she could spot the evident erection growing in his member and decided to go ahead and finish the dance.

Fleur wiggled her hips, allowing the dress to finally slide off in one motion. The result was a nice view from Fancy Pants' perspective of Fleur's shapely plot. That must have finally gotten him fully invested because he leaned backed and smiled, puffing deeper as the cigar burned brightly. The warmth of the fireplace felt relaxing on Fleur's bare skin as she had to resist begging to be mounted.

Fancy Pants looked down in mock surprise at his turgid cock. "Oh, my. It would seem I've gotten quite excited from your stellar performance." He looked back up, a sly question plain on his face. "Would you be a dear and take care of it for me?"

Fleur enthusiastically knelt before him. "Why, of course, sir," shy said in a low, sultry tone, batting her eyes to complete the effect. She started by lightly grasping the penis with one of her fore hooves. Fancy Pants was quite well endowed, having a proportionately sturdy cock to match his general physical prowess. Fleur had a tough time managing the whole thing with her hoof, but finally managed to get a handle on the situation. She started pumping her hand up and down, jerking the dick in her hoof to a slow rhythm. She knew she was doing well when Fancy Pants issued out the first pleasured groan, though she was certain that wouldn't be the last one of the night.

Fleur suddenly stopped jerking him, bending her head low. With a shocked look on his face, Fancy Pants met eyes with Fleur just as she ran the tip of her tongue seductively along his penis. It wasn't a sensation like the hoofjob. This was an agonizingly slow build up that was driving Fancy Pants in his pent up state bonkers. And Fleur knew for every second of it.

The tongue began to trace its way back down, running the length of his sizable shaft. Fleur looked up at Fancy Pants again, wondering just how much she was tormenting him with this "playing hard to get" act. Well, as hard to get as one could play while kneeling in the study of a stallion whose cock you are currently servicing. She decided he could go ahead and give him his reward. After all, this was his turn to be in charge per their agreement.

She engulfed the tip of his penis in her lips, evoking a sudden pleased moan from Fancy Pants. That sound made Fleur all the more excited as she went to work, running small, smooth circles on his cock head with her talented tongue. She moved her lips down the length of the shaft, bobbing her head up and down. The whole time, she looked up at Fancy pants with an unbelievably innocent expression. It was as though her eyes said Oh, my! Is this a cock I'm currently sucking? What a naughty little filly of me to be so unladylike.

Fancy Pants decided it was time to exercise the authority he had for this turn while he could fully enjoy it. He took Fleur's head in his hoof, surprising her as he started to push her head up and down at higher speeds. He threatened her gag reflex, stuffing inches upon inches of his cock in her mouth, passing her tonsils into her throat.

She choked back, focusing her willpower to control herself and deepthroat the cock, and after a couple more successful attempts, she felt the muscles in her pharynx relax. Fancy Pants started drilling her mouth again, sending Fleur into a state of delirium. She loved the feeling of being face fucked. It reminded her of her first few sexual experiences back in her younger days. She didn't look like she could handle much: just another young, petite little giggly air headed model, totally clueless to the older stallions' plans for her once back at the apartments and houses. It was of course all an act, and she soon loved the way they would dominate the cute little unicorn she once was.

Fancy Pants felt himself growing too close to climax and stopped his oral onslaught long enough to pull Fleur's mouth off of his cock. A lesser mare might have sputtered and gagged once the cock was finally free, but Fleur simply responded with a pop as the penis was pulled from her mouth and a grin.

"Is there more I can help you with, Master?" she cooed innocently That's right, big boy. Show me what you really want to do.

Fancy Pants smiled at his little toy for the evening. "Actually, there is. Could you please bend over my desk and show off that lovely little flank of yours?" he asked, still rocking that low, suave tone.

Fleur enthusiastically nodded. She got up from her kneeling position and sauntered over to the grand desk, giving a sensual shake of her gorgeous plot with each step. Of course, that was simply further egging on the stallion, but he didn't mind. They were both about to get what they wanted.

Fleur placed her forehooves on the desk and arched her back low, swinging her plot into the air in prime view of Fancy Pants. The view of her sex was doubtlessly tantalizing, already rimmed with her juices. She must be particularly excited tonight he thought to himself. Then again, this was hands down both of the ponies' favorite part of their ritual.

Taking a moment to place the remnants of the cigar in an ashtray, Fancy Pants got up from the seat. He slowly walked over to Fleur, examining her body in such a vulnerable, irresistible position. He looked at her face one more time to ascertain any doubt on her part, but she was beaming, giving him a wink as though he was asking her permission. That's it, it seemed to say. Go ahead. I've been a naughty filly.

Encouraged, Fancy Pants picked out one of the tamer toys they had used in their recent adventures: a small leather collar. He strapped it around Fleur's neck. She gave a slight baiting groan, egging the already horny stallion on further as it tightened around her neckline. Fancy Pants pulled lightly on the cord before getting into position himself. He got behind Fleur and raised himself up, resting right on top of her, his erect cock already prodding at her marehood. Taking one final moment to steady himself, he sunk his member inside of Fleur's wet sex.

Fleur couldn't help but squeal in delight at Fancy Pant's act of penetration. This was the part she really loved about Fancy Pants taking over. She wanted to be fucked: not made love to, fucked. This was an act of pure carnal passion, and feeling Fancy pants' dick inside of her, thrusting against the walls of her pussy, she felt truly like this stallion's mare. Kinky as it may be, it was surprisingly enough hard to find a stallion who could be both tame enough to recognize her boundaries and yet harsh enough to command authority.

Fancy Pants certainly knew where to hit the balance. Fleur was in heaven, feeling him pound her, his sweaty body against her own, their moans echoing and harmonizing into a chorus, as if composing a symphony named Ecstasy in E Minor. Her lust felt unquenchable in that moment as she was rutted, dripping wet in the middle of Fancy Pant's study. She was enjoying herself so much that Fleur was almost a little annoyed by the fact that she could tell she was reaching the limits of her control. It wouldn't be too much longer anyways, though. She could feel Fancy Pants thrusting more desperately too, and could hear his breath growing more ragged as it's warmth could be felt on her neck. It didn't help that the sensation turned her on even more.

Finally, she felt herself peak as she squealed in excitement. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, claiming all of her reason and senses in a flurry of pleasure and passion. For a moment, she felt her constant hunger for sexual satisfaction fulfilled. a tired smile crossed her face as she gently drifted down from her prolonged orgasm. However, she wasn't alone in her experience of pleasure. Fancy Pants managed a few more thrusts before he too could no longer hold out. He slammed one last solid pump home as he futilely moaned. Fleur felt the first spurt or two of his cum immediately after and bit her lip to keep from groaning with him. 

When Fancy Pants had finally finished, both lovers held the position for a moment, catching their breath from the experience. Fancy Pants was the first one to talk, "Oh, Celestia... You were brilliant... My dear," he managed to whisper between gasps.

Fleur just smiled at him. "Why thank you, 'Master'," she said, wit dripping with every word.





Moments later, Proper waited outside of the study. The bell to summon him had rung already, but if his assumptions were correct, it was a safer course of action to wait outside than incidentally walk in on potentially scandalous behavior of his master. After giving it another twenty seconds or so, he knocked twice at the door.

"You may enter, Proper," came the boom of Fancy Pants' voice, barely muffled by the door.

Good enough for me Proper thought to himself. He entered the room to find both the ponies back to being clothed in their original state, sitting by the fireplace in the two chairs. At least they managed to hide their scandals pretty well. Proper bowed, awaiting orders. "You summoned, Master?"

"Miss de Lis and I have had a lovely evening in study, but it's getting late. Would you kindly escort her?" Fancy Pants asked.

Proper knew precisely what a night in study meant, but it didn't matter to him. The way he figured, Fancy Pants may be a gentlecolt, but he was still a stallion, and stallions have certain appetites that they need quenched just as bad as food or water. He smiled and bowed again. "But of course, sir."

Fleur lifted herself out of the seat and managed to give the gentlecolt a nod. "I certainly enjoyed this evening," she said, punctuating her sentence with a wink. She walked over to the door, but was stopped by Fancy Pants' booming voice once more.

"I presume I'll be seeing you again in a similar way," he called after her, showing a sly, toothy grin, knowing just what he actually meant by that. This stallion really was something different from the others. He used perfectly measured amounts of confidence when speaking to Fleur. It was never so much to make him seem arrogant, but it was always just enough to make her want more. She even let herself blush slightly as she nodded. As Proper turned to lead her out, Fleur gave Fancy Pants a subtle reprise of that swaying motion she had done with her plot earlier. Even as the door closed shut, Fancy Pants couldn't manage to get that sweet flank off of his mind.

Suddenly, he noticed he was now sporting another erection, fresh and reinvigorated by the reveries of Fleur's shapely form. He chuckled a little. "Sorry, Old Sport. I'm afraid you're a little late to the party," he said, now wishing he had let Fleur stay just long enough for a second go. He sighed, wondering how to take care of his rising problem. Given he was surrounded by his books, he decided maybe he'd give one of those erotic stories a try. They certainly seem to be popular.