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Even with her eyes closed, Spoiled Rich knew she was positively radiant. Her hair spray hissed as she held her locks to the side, clouding her mane to help lock it into place. The pony exhaled a long breath, clearing out the mist that dissipated into space. The lids of her eyes slowly rose as she began the final process of her hair and care. She combed her fingers through her strong purple roots. While holding her hair in place she placed down the spray bottle and deftly replaced it with her rose gold round brush, one of the many gifts from her husband. The stiff razorback bristles split between each strand with the kind of grace and efficiency that only a fortune could provide, something the pink pony was well aware of. She curled the brush through her hair with practiced grace as she knew the exact angles to reach the immaculate swoop her bangs needed to frame her face.

Even in her older age, she knew exactly how to pamper and fluff herself to stay forever in the corners of men's eyes, the treasure of every snuck glance. True beauty wasn't only about winning competitions and wooing a sap with heavy pockets. She smiled as she put down her brush and placed her hands on her hips and pushed her chest out to further spread apart the front of her vicuña bathrobe. Her cleavage was held tight by the straining fabric and the shine of her exposed pink coat from the white lights around her full-length mirror really accentuated the beauty mark on her right bosom. The same mark that every male's eyes were sure to be aiming at tonight because true beauty was the domination of status as the only mare on every stud's mind.

She made sure that Filthy Rich got all of his money's worth when it came to her looks. A man of his status deserved nothing less. She was proud that her body just naturally boasted such a desirable figure - keeping a bust that hardly sagged and an ass that kept shape while bouncing with each step was nothing to gawk at for a woman in her 50s, even by earth pony standards - but beauty products and clothing were far from free. Her eyes flicked to the tip of her nose in the mirror before returning herself a scowl. Money did provide some extra detail work and after all, no one is born perfect. But perfect comes to those that know how to get it. Her hands trailed over the luxurious fabric, her fingertips leaving grooves in the plush material before being smothered by her palms. She smiled to herself. She was always the kind of woman that gets what she wants.

And what she wanted tonight was to be absolutely stunning at the gala. She stopped admiring her reflection and refocused on finishing her hair, making sure that it curled and swooped just right, making it the perfect frame to show off her sculpted beauty. With her hair finalized and locked into place, she moves on to working on her makeup. Despite her natural beauty she was well aware of how each layer and pigment she applied wasn't there to cover up her face. Makeup's purpose was to make her shine even brighter.

She smiled as she finished her foundation. Filthy rarely ever acknowledges the amount of labor she puts in the bathroom but that was no problem to her. He didn't have to notice it so long as he stayed smitten. There were plenty of other men that would graciously fawn over her. Men that knew the exact kind of woman she was and that had the desires to ignite hers.

Men like Biscuit.

She puckered her lips at the mare behind the glass, fingers twirling around the gold capsule of her lipstick that she gingerly applied. Biscuit loved it when she got generous with the lipstick application. It always leaves him with a good reminder even after she's gone back home to Filthy's bed. Biscuit was sure to be at the gala tonight, she made sure to personally invite him during her last visit with another formal invite from her husband the next day. It wasn't that she was cheating on Filthy behind his back, he was more than fine with swinging. Spoiled is a woman that requires a lot, more than one man can reasonably supply. Filthy dotes on her with gifts, a beautiful home, an endless bank account. All wonderful things. With her lipstick back on the table, she blows a kiss and pinches her steadily growing nipples through her robe. Filthy can't provide her with over a foot of throbbing zebra cock.

She cooed as the soft fabric grazed over her sensitive teats. With a flirtatious look towards her reflection, she began to slowly squeeze the protruding bumps between her fingers. Biscuit has been by far her best supplier in the dick department. She let go of herself and leaned back, letting her head trail to the side to see where her phone was lying. There was still plenty of time till the party and she hasn't checked for any updates since entering the steaming shower. She reached over and brought the glass slab up to her face, the small reflection of herself within the dark screen quickly being overtaken as her phone automatically brought itself to light. Dead center of her notification widget was a new message from none other than her favorite radio stud.

Betcha still getting ready baby doll. Can I watch?

The aged mare smiled. What a randy stud, she thought to herself, swiping her thumb along the glass to unlock her phone. Already opened to her messaging app, Spoiled made quick work of sending off a reply.

Sorry hun but I'm out of the shower

It was empowering to tease him like that, leading any man around in that way would make a mare feel youthful. A classic stud game. She put her phone back down and felt up her covered breasts, massaging them lightly as she anticipated the quick response. Biscuit was not the type to ever leave a lady waiting.

Ding!

Her phone went off, letting her know that she knew him all too well. She smiled. On the screen she could see a new message with a photo.

A shame. I can still watch.

There it was, attached to that message was a picture of that hot slab of ebony stallion meat. In the privacy of her own, private bathroom, she could almost let herself drool over such a perfect specimen of erotic zebra genetics. She was a lady, however, and instead let her lower lips do the drooling. It was a marvel of camera engineering that it could even fit a good portion of his rod in one image.

Once she had to use panoramic mode just to get his whole, fat cock in one shot. He had teased and laughed at her the whole time as she gawked at the thing, her hand having to heft it up a bit to make sure it stayed in one place while she took it, leaving a distorted trail of ghost hands phasing in and out of reality in the final picture. She really had to remember to have him try one of his fancy fish eye lenses from his studio to capture it.

Spoiled pouted, mulling over the idea of setting up her phone just to give off an early preview of what she was sure the mature zebra would be seeing soon enough, and much more to boot. She leaned side to side, letting her thick thighs rub against the other, testing the wetness that had been brewing. The sight of that erected, oiled up cock always sent shivers down her spine, and even more when that bulging medial ring scraped her insides. She clicked her tongue and retrieved her phone.

Fine, but you'll be spoiling yourself!

She kept the phone close to her body as she watched the indicator on her message change from sent to read. Not a moment later, her phone began to ring. She hesitated for a moment before answering the video call. Letting them wait only builds desire. With a steadied breath, she swiped to answer.

"Hey baby doll! Oh, loving the view," his deep baritone voice echoed around her vast bathroom. Her screen lit up with the masculine zebra, his face and body had filled up most of the illuminated frame. She was glad her expensive phone had a screen to match her status, letting all of the rich black tones and shimmering gold of Biscuit's patterns and jewelry show brilliantly. Within the frame, a preview screen for what was showing up on her camera revealed the equally wide range of pink hues of the valley between her chest. She grinned at the calculated success of her post call framing before returning to her expected, regal composure, making sure to mask her excitement behind a cold look. He'd have to work extra hard to be rewarded with a smile. He knows that. She set down her phone on a motorized rotating stand built into the marble counter, programmed to always follow and show the perfect view of her body as she stepped back.

"Enjoy it while you can, hon. Soon it's going to be all wrapped up for you until after the gala," she teased, gracefully posing her leg to the side to give him a look at the curves beneath her robe. A larger screen built into the wall mirror displayed the video call synced from her phone, making it easier to see his reactions. She could hear him snickering as he watched. When he first called her, she was treated to a nice view of his chest below his chiseled face. He was no slouch in the gym, his strong chest was only partially covered by heavy gold chains and the rich charcoal stripes all along his body. When seen beneath his equally dark beard, it exuded an incredible masculine aura that excited the feminine heat within her. She pondered on whether he was dressed less than she was. "Biscuit, dear, are you decent?"

He snorted. "Woefully so." His deep voice rumbled through her phone speakers. Despite how expensive her phone was, the sound system built in couldn't hold a candle to his voice in person, those golden chords required the kind of immaculate set up that only a billion dollar recording studio could afford. She could see his bright white teeth framed by his smiling lips, the subtle glint of gold peeking from the molars in the upper left. He adjusted himself, revealing his pink dress shirt and white blazer which he had left undone to expose his chest.

"Seems like you're quite decent yourself," he teased.

Spoiled's sculpted nostrils flared in response as she huffed loud enough to be audible. She still wore her luxurious post shower robe. It hid her bare body but clung to her curves to leave little to the imagination. She swayed her hips back and forth, a hand holding the robe closed at the mid-section just above where it was tied shut, letting her gifted bosom hold open the lapels around her cleavage. She kept herself at the perfect distance to show her whole body while keeping all the details visible for the small screen. Her other hand was lazily curled into a fist on her hip as she started to bounce her body, letting the fine fabric dance around her as her body jiggled for his visual pleasure. She could hear him groaning as he watched, the older zebra leaning back as he shifted in his seat. On her mirror screen the pony could see him pull away his phone, trailing further and further away until his groin came into view.

Now with his full upper half and his crotch being captured by the camera, Spoiled Rich paused her small pre-show moving to lust over his bulge. The bottom portion of Biscuit's feed was seemingly dedicated to that enormous mound in his white dress slacks. A thick, black, and white hand was stationed at the base of that trouser snake, idly squeezing as it throbbed and grew down the pants leg. He might have been a gentleman older than both her and Filthy, but his body still had youthful prime. If his monster wasn't trapped in its cage, she was certain that you could see the veins around that thick shaft pulsing blood from end to end to make it rigid as iron. She often wondered if he ever had to have it licensed as a lethal weapon. She had firsthand experience with the damage it could wreak and she absolutely adored it.

"How long you plan on staring, baby doll?"

Spoiled blinked before clicking her tongue. She was unaware of how long she'd been gazing at his outlined zebra meat, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of an advantage.

"There's nothing wrong with a princess inspecting her toys," she shot back. He laughed, squeezing his base harder as the length flexed. The covered head was sadly off screen, but she could vividly imagine how it'd be flaring against his knee. She brought her hands up her body to cup the underside of her natural breasts, gently bouncing them up and down to distract her stud. The soft jiggling of tits had a perfect track record of taking a man's mind off of everything but her gorgeous tits and this was no exception. He groaned as he watched, his hand now stroking along his third leg while she turned her head to hide her smile. She bent forward just enough to let her chest hang lower, waving her body side to side to swing those pendulous knockers back and forth, masking her hands moving towards the loose knot. "Are you enjoying the show," she asked as she deftly undid the knot, her vicuna robe now parting open as her puffy, pink areola came into view.

"God," his deep, rumbling groan welled up from his chest as he paused his pleasure petting. "You're fucking gorgeous, baby doll."

She smiled, not hiding it this time as she leaned her chest back up, revealing the opened middle as the robe parted ways from her body. The edges had caught on her swollen nipples for a moment before releasing and letting that heavy rack spill out for his view. The thin pink coat couldn't hide the changing shades of her skin around her teat, the perfect dinner plates for the most pleasurable of fine dining. Even with old age, her skin barely wrinkled with the only blemish being her dark mole on her right bosom, but even that was a mark of beauty on her body. Without support, her tits hardly sagged despite their great weight, the only downside being the stress that every woman carried on their backs.

Further down, even her stomach was still quite tight. Her narrow waist and wide hips gave her quite the wide frame, but she was conscious of keeping herself toned in the right spots. Thankfully for her, genetics made sure that all her carbs were stored in the perfect areas. Her chubby thighs squished together around that perfectly maintained muff, the thin slit at the bottom of her groin was displayed to make it look as invitingly soft and snug as possible. Her sex was like treasure buried at the center of the oasis that was her plentiful lower body.

"Enjoying yourself," she asked, showing off.

"Baby doll, you know exactly how to treat me," he praised her. "How 'bout you put on that record I got you?"

She rolled her eyes. "Always pushing your luck," she replied before tapping her foot and glancing over at the screen to see that still covered cock. "Why don't you take out that monster first, huh? Don't want to stain your pants before the party, right?"

"I suppose you're right," he laughed as he placed his phone down so that it faced towards his ceiling. She could hear him getting up from his seat and decided now would be the best time to turn on the music. She pranced over to the wall, the motorized stand following her until she got to the sound system remote that was magnetized to a hidden metal plate. She didn't take it off, instead just hitting the power button as she had left the record on the turntable since he'd given it to her in preparation for something like this. The hidden speakers let out a quick hiss before the needle laid itself in the vinyl groove and the room filled with a deep bass and a slow but jazzy saxophone. The music carried an erotic vibe, enhancing the private show she was putting on for her stud. When she strolled back to the mirror, she was gifted with quite the large surprise. She gasped.

"Took long enough to notice," Biscuit joked as he stood above his phone. She could see his muscular thighs that were holding up his gut. He wasn't out of shape at all, just that getting older caused even the strongest to grow some flab. However both of these things were easily ignored as the real shocker came in the form of that fat, dripping, zebra schlong. His hand was wrapped around the midsection of his length - even his large, muscled man hands couldn't fully wrap around the girth - masturbating slowly as the hood around the head pulled back and forth over the plump ridge. At the base of his spire hung his tremendous pair, those oblong testicles suspended in his taught, hairless sack between his legs. A pearl white trail of pre beaded from the mushroom's slit down the frenulum before dripping down in thick globs. One drop landing right on the lens, causing the whole image to blur to white. "God damn," she heard him curse.

"My oh my, what a tasty treat," she teasingly giggled as he cleaned off his phone. Once all of the fluids were wiped away from his phone, he sat back down in his chair, only his face appearing on screen as he settled himself in. Even though his room was dimly lit, he still wore orange shades that wrapped around his profile. Once he got comfortable, he pulled the view away from his face and set it down on a stand in front of him, his spread open legs fully displaying his charcoal pussy wrecker. He continued to jerk it, his grunts and the wet sounds of his motions underscoring the sultry jazz music playing in her bathroom. "You sure look excited," the pony asked. "Aren't you worried about finishing before we even see each other in person?"

"You know I have plenty in the tank," Biscuit gloated as a thick bead ran down from the bulbous head and pooled around his fingers. His stroking caused the excess seed to paint across his shaft, making it glisten like a holy obelisk. "How 'bout you do my favorite for me, baby doll. Help me ease the load so I don't have to take you from that beau of yours too soon."

Spoiled rolled her eyes, exaggerating to be certain that he'd see it. The zebra was generally easy to please. Any man is if you treat them to something hot, tight and wet. But when they weren't up close and personal, Biscuit had a little kink that really got his motor going. It wasn't a regular habit of the middle aged earth pony, too much could be a risk to her beauty, after all! But she wasn't one to shy away from indulging in his recreational fascination. She spun on her heel, facing away from the camera as she started a slow stroll over to the vanity that sat opposite from the mirrored counter.

As she moved, she slyly began to edge her robe up with each step, raising the bottom until her own was on full view. She knew how much of an ass man Biscuit is, and her bouncing rump was sure to keep him interested. Above her butt was her tail tied up in a tight bun which she had done to keep her robe on better, the cute bun bobbed in rhythm with her step. As she neared the vanity, she made sure to stretch her legs out further apart. She knew that it was harder to see her when she was this far away, so she compensated by making sure that there was plenty more to see. With her legs spread apart so far, her wet vent could be seen along with how stained her inner thighs had become, and occasionally her immaculate pucker would peek out from between her bountiful backside.

She rolled up the bottom of her robe and tucked it behind her tail to keep it up above her rump, freeing up her hands in the process. She placed her hands on the center drawer of the vanity as she looked back towards the phone on the counter.

"What's the magic word," she hummed, making sure to push her hips out to make her butt look even bigger.

"Oh, please baby doll," the wealthy radio star called out from across the room. "You know how much I love it."

She turned her head, hiding her wide smile at how she had him wrapped around her finger. The power of having that kind of effect on men, to make them beg, was exhilarating.

"Only because you asked so nicely," she nearly sang as she pulled open the drawer, revealing the expensive 120 cigarette set that Biscuit had gifted her. Next to it was the custom made, solid gold zippo that Filthy had bought for her, encrusted with diamonds that made up the Rich family crest. She picked up one of the long, slender cigarettes in one hand and the lighter in the other and twirled back around to look at the screen. The stud had paused his masturbation, waiting on bated breath as she built up the anticipation. She watched his throbbing shaft, knowing how much it ached as he watched her gingerly placing the filter between her lips. With her hand free, she began to move it to her chest, beginning to grope and lift one then the other.

On time with the music, she flicked her wrist to open the lighter and sparked it to life. In one smooth motion, she brought the flame to kiss the edge of the cigarette which bloomed into orange embers as it burned. She drew in a large breath, dragging the smoke into her mouth and then to her lungs, trapping it there as she closed her eyes. As her chest swelled up with oxygen and nicotine, she ran her hand more around her breasts, wrapping an arm underneath to prop them up for the phone's camera. Rubbing over her thin pink coat, the mature mare drew her hand all over her breasts before ending at her right boob. Spoiled's fingers squeezed down on the taut nipple, pulling on it gently outwards before letting go and it dropped back down into its natural place. She bounced her hips backwards, her rump bumping into the drawer causing it to snap shut, signaling herself to pull away the cigarette and began to exhale a plume of smoke from her lips that lifted gracefully up, dancing up to her snout where she inhaled it once more through her nostrils.

"Fuck, baby doll," Biscuit moaned as he restarted his stroking in earnest. The sight of her pulling smoke tricks was exciting and erotic, making his erection throb and his balls pull up as his arousal mounted. Spoiled was wise enough to keep her cool, not breaking out into a smile and instead letting the smoke continue before the last wisps vanished into her nose. She might not be a regular smoker, but that didn't mean she wasn't familiar with advanced techniques. She had picked up quite a few things while accompanying Filthy and Biscuit in Prance. She began walking back to the camera, exhaling as she stepped through the corners of her mouth as she released the remaining smoke she still had.

"I'll never understand what excites you so much about this," she said as she approached, holding the cigarette out from her hip. Its ember glow emitted a thin gray trail that curled in the air as if it were tracing the sway of her hips as she walked. Despite what she said, there was a thrill she felt as well. Old fashioned as it may be, there was a classic appeal that created such a sensual allure. The high was a nice bonus to boot. Usually cigarettes came after sex, but with the bulky and mature zebra, he preferred before, during, and after.

"You're so fucking sexy," he said ignoring her teasing. She was always impressed by his stamina, his body holding back the torrent of seed despite his aggressive pumping he was putting his cock through. "I know you're wet too, baby doll," he continued. "How bout you have some fun too?"

That was true, her nethers had become thoroughly soaked by now. She wouldn't admit it, but that massive slab was always something that sent her womanhood into overdrive, the kind of lust that had she not been past menopause would have driven her to beg for his babies. And with how much he filled her she already felt like she was pregnant! Just thinking of that hot stretching feeling ached like a phantom pleasure that made her crave for now. However, she had to wait. Distance aside, she knew that she'd never be ready to go to the gala tonight if she let him have his way with her prior to the event. She always left the bed with a gait, not to mention her makeup completely ruined.

There were however other things that she could do.

"If it'll help hurry you along," she said. She came up close to the camera, checking the drawer set beneath it on the counter. She was glad for her meticulous and sharp mind; the amount of storage her bathroom contained alone would have put lesser ponies in a panic to find anything, but she had confidence in her memorization and organizational skills. As such, she was very aware that the drawer beneath the built-in phone stand on the counter was her favorite toy drawer.

She took another draw from the long piece, the smoke danced through the filter and out over her tongue. The rich, lightly acrid flavor was familiar and soothed her as she held it in her mouth for a moment before she opened her mouth. A thick plume of white spilled out as she looked towards the camera before she gave a flirty flick of her tongue and blew again. It obscured her image from the camera, a ghostly ball that grew in frame as it blocked out her face, but her fat tits still presented proudly lower in frame. Then the ghost was ripped open from the center as smaller orbs pierced the middle, expanding into rings that spun in the air as they grew. The older zebra could see her thickly coated red lips through the smoke as the rings broke through, making him moan in delight.

A quick glance allowed her to take stock of the drawer's contents. Biscuit could see her through the phone screen but not what she was looking at. She took advantage of that, making sure to build suspense. She already knew what she wanted to use, but she was happy to take her time with it. She lazily grazed her hands over the plethora of sex toys that she had been gifted over the years, many of them custom made specifically for her. Many different kinds, some with round orbs, some with straps, many that rumbled and buzzed with a flick of a switch! But she needed a special toy that the zebra stud had gotten her shortly after their steamy affair had begun.

On camera, Biscuit could clearly see her pulling something up from the bottom of the frame, though what it was he wasn't sure. He kept wondering as the long, silicone phallus was dragged up into frame but eventually he recognized the very familiar looking toy. In the aged mare's hands was a girthy and long dildo modeled in the zebra's likeness. Each vein and ridge was just like the real thing, with the only downside being that it didn't fully compare to his entire erect shaft. Even with artificial warming, it woefully lacked the virile life that only a man in rut was capable of, not to mention that the toy was physically not as large. When she pulled it into view, she rested it on her chest, rubbing it on her soft flesh before moving the toy's tip to her protruding nipple. With the hand on the other end of the toy, she turned the dial on the base and the toy suddenly buzzed to life, making her moan as it vibrated against her teat.

"Fuck, baby doll. Can't hold yourself off till the real thing," Biscuit teased as she pressed the toy into her chest, her fat jiggling in heavy waves from the intensity of the internal motor.

"So you're saying you want me to put it away," she shot back. She could hear his snort over the buzzing. He adjusted himself, slicking more of his cock from the pre oozing from his uncut tip.

"I'd never want to stop a ladies' fun early, Spoiled. But how about moving somewhere more comfortable?"

She took a drag from her cig and puffed out a cloud at the camera. "Just keep pushing your luck today, stud."

He smiled back at her as she turned off the dildo and picked up the phone with her cigarette hand. Smoke trailed along the edge of the video frame as she moved out of her bathroom. Her bedroom was fittingly grandiose as her bathroom, her massive bed alone was large enough to rival some ponies' apartments. In terms of scale, she figured the only room to match her scale would have to be of the royal family, perhaps the princess sisters.

Much like the bathroom, it was similarly outfitted with fancy gadgets, courtesy of her dear husband. With some helpful input from Biscuit of course. She placed her camera into the counter dock just like the one in the other room, bringing to life a screen in her mirror, just as the other. However, instead of the dock moving, a mechanical buzz sounded from above her as her phone connected to the camera system Biscuit had installed. From the ceiling, a mechanical jib lowered down a camera into the center of the room before focusing onto Spoiled. The zebra had sold it to her husband on the idea that it would make impromptu video calls at home a cinch. He sold it to her as a way to better catch her pussy and ass clapping in HD.

She could hear the rough movements of his strong hands jerking up and down his shaft.

"Fuck," he groaned out. She looked over to her mirror screen to see him going hard. "Baby doll, you look so much better on a real lens."

She scoffed. "I look immaculate on any lens."

"Mhmm, true," he laughed at her reply, not slowing down his heavy fist pumping as he watched her. The camera rotated around her body as it took in her curves. She had been told that it had the latest AI technology to track her movements and get the best angles possible, much better than the bathroom one which simply followed to keep her in frame. She wasn't sure how much she believed it, looking over her shoulder to watch it intently monitor her voluptuous rear end. That zebra perv had to be the one controlling it, he could stare at her ass for hours.

The aged mare brought the dildo up to her lips as she looked back at the camera, placing it gingerly at her plush lips. She gently popped herself up in place, bouncing her heels up while keeping the balls of her feet on the ground, letting the momentum bounce her ass for the camera. Her tail bobbed up and down in its tied up state, leaving her full, uncensored rump in full view as her fat cheeks jumped up and down and in and out.

"Oh Celestia," Biscuit groaned. His cock throbbed in his hand as he could make out her wet vent peeking out of the gap between her thighs, as well as that gorgeous bleach clean tail hole. "Babe, before you go to town doing some imitation fellation, get up against that window and show me that incredible body I'm in love with."

Spoiled glanced over towards the floor to ceiling window that overlooked the glittering lake outside, debating rather or not to attempt teasing groans but deciding against it. She did opt for the exaggerated eye roll, expertly angling her face to show off her pouting lips. She sauntered over to the massive window, strutting her legs at an angle to further display the rump that the stroking zebra adored.

She looks outside the window, staring down at the back of her and Filthy's estate, the gardens, as expertly manicured as her own hooves, were in full bloom and still glistened in the light even hours after their morning shower. She looked over her shoulder at the camera that stalked behind her, the optics behind the glass whirring away as they focused in on her. She smirked, lifting up her tail high as a hand reached down her waist, gripping her soft curves before slipping along her supple body to the ribbon that kept her tail contained. With a flick of her wrist, the fabric became undone, letting her tail unfurl as she bounced her ass side to side, letting the loose strands bounce with her motions. Her tail flagged like a needy mare, but she was far from begging for her stallion. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing into the thick glass. The soft fullness of her globes pancaked into the window which gave the camera an enticing look of her side boobs squishing between the glass and her body.

When the camera returned to her backside, she lowered herself further. Her upper body supported most of her weight, she had to look to the side just to keep her muzzle from mushing into the glass. She was thankful that Filthy had installed the sturdiest glass that was available for their luxurious home. She was sure that Biscuit was just as thankful from his heavy groans. Her butt just kept jutting further and further out, cheeks jiggling as she shifted her weight back and forth and then apart to spread her rump open for the lens.

Finding stability with her new pose and her juicy behind shoved out far for the camera, she began to flex her haunches, starting slow at first but gradually picking up speed. The way her muscles contracted under the layers of squeezable fat caused her rump to clench and unclench, wobbling her cheeks in and out. Her ass clapped for the camera, showing off her plush donut and her wet folds beneath it. Strands of arousal clung to either side of her lower cheeks and thighs, the mare's fluids were perfectly viewable by the horny stud watching with intense focus.

She keeps shaking and swaying her bountiful booty, fully engaging her stud in her far more than sensual dance. Her movements had a divine sense of eroticism to them. Biscuit wondered just how much of experience here was fed from a regal upbringing or if whores and ladies shared more in common than she liked to let on. Either way, he was huffing as his hands slid up and down his pre-slicked dick. Spoiled didn't let up, not content with just letting him watch her ass. She soon presented that zebra casted toy, one hand expertly outlining her body with it. She dragged the foreskin covered head along her curves, pressing it into her in the ways that the horny stud had in person.

His groans were a sign to keep going. She went further along her body, sliding it back and forth as if he were marking her. The rigidity of the toy made it easy to press against her with just one hand, the other going to release the cig in her lips. A slow plume of gray flowed from her mouth, rising above her on the glass. She made a mental note to make sure the cleaning staff knew to make extra sure to clean any chance of smoke damage from the glass. Not having to worry about the thick glass staining from the nicotine just made it easier to indulge in the moment. Fat ass clapping, smoke clouding above her as she takes another drag, and faux stud cock poking under her tail, the woman smiled.

She twisted the toy in the groove above her pucker and under her tail, making sure the silicone was clearly displacing her flesh. She smiled with the fag in her mouth. She raised up the heavy, thick toy and slammed it back down into her rump, her fat jiggling around from the place of impact. A guttural noise from the stallion echoed out from the speakers.

"You'd be the star of the whore house, baby doll."

"I'd rule the bordello, stud." She remarked. She kept smacking her ass with the dildo, never ceasing her clapping. Rolling towers of exhaust spilled out of the corners of her muzzle as she puffed. She was an expert at talking with clenched teeth, the 120 bobbing with her lips. "I'd drain the wallet and libido of every fool in Equestria."

Biscuit laughed. "How about putting your money where your mouth is?" He was gripping his shaft, letting himself cool off from a premature finish. Smoke rolled from the mare's nostrils.

"What, had plans of running a train on me?" She sneered, slowing down her clap dance, now simply rotating her ass back and forth, flicking her tail for extra emphasis. "Here I thought what we had was special."

He snorted. "Nothing like that, Baby Doll," he responded quickly with bemusement. "I just got a couple friends is all..." He trailed off to let the silence punctuate the implications. He could see her eyes rolling as she huffed out a puff of smoke, making it obvious at her annoyance. "Don't worry, I'll make sure they know to treat you like a lady!"

She didn't give him the dignity of a response. She just kept slowly moving, swaying to the music that came over the room's speakers as she let the rhythm carry her, tail swishing and raising to tease the randy stud. She stretched a bit further to angle the toy at her donut. She pressed it lightly against the plush pucker of flesh, toying with the tip. She wasn't one to enjoy a dry run, so she playfully drew a line from her ass to folds, running it along her sopping vent to lubricate the dildo. Once she was confident that the cock was slick, she withdrew it from the lips of her sex and brought it back to her other hole.

Standing in front of the window, the camera framed her in front of the blue sky. She stood out wonderfully, the lighting in the room making sure she was fully visible and not left in shadow. Her pink coat and the hues of purple in her mane and tail made her appear like a sunset on the horizon. She wasn't just giving a taste of what was to come for the stud, dancing for him on his screen, but a full promise of the beauty of the upcoming gala later in the day. One where he would whisk her away under a dazzling sunset. Biscuit was mesmerized by her beauty.

"You're fucking beautiful," his deep voice rumbled. "More of that and I'll cum before I even get my hands on ya."

"How romantic," she sneered.

He just smiled, matching his hand with the toy as she finally inserted it past the luscious rim, rotating the head to help ease it against her walls while pushing it in. He groaned, pulling back on his foreskin to match her with a twist of his hand.

"Celestia, yes," he moaned out. "Start puffing again too."

She ignored his remark as she turned her head up, her chin resting on the glass with her 120 in her mouth. Her tits were pancaked to the pane, visible from her side as they spilled outward, unblocked as one hand strained to reach her wide backside while the other was raised up to her lips. The black slab penetrating her was kept to a steady motion. In and out. A twist then a slide. She flicked her ear as she listened to the zebra's breathing over the speakers, matching his rhythm just as much as he tried to match her. Despite his skills and confidence, she was an expert at leading men who believed themselves to be in charge.

She lifted the cigarette from her muzzle, blowing her first ring. She let it fill the space above her, working to make the most voluminous cloud she could. As it left her lips too far to keep adding more to it, she huffed it up above her, letting the smoke ring spiral above her for a breath. She had plenty of smoke still stored inside her. Even as she exerted herself by pumping a fat, fake cock in her rear, she didn't find her ability to manipulate her lungs to be hindered. She knew she couldn't let the ring above her linger too long, so she began to blow once more.

Biscuit cooed his appreciation for her as he watched the second puff take form. A thick, straight spear of gray leaped from her lips, chasing after the ring. She gave it a stronger push, letting the gust carry it upwards as it fired after the ring. She made sure to pull the toy out all the way, eyeing the two clouds carefully so she could time it just right. She soon started to insert it again, just as she could see the second spear of smoke piercing the first ring, diving into the center of the wispy orifice.

As the thick plume penetrated the other, she let the toy slide into the hilt of her rim, the heavy silicone balls thudding against her perineum. She groaned, a combination of having held off on using her back entrance for a while and from the satisfaction of hearing the horny hoss stamping his hoof down on the floor and wavering grunts.

"Celestia," he grunted again. "I'm always on a hair trigger with you."

She smiled, letting the smoke hang in the air above her for a heartbeat before her ass began to move again. Her butt continued in a clockwise motion, her hand in tandem moving to meet the hilt of the toy at each crest. She lazily puffed away from the glass.

"You're simply insatiable, Biscuit," she teased, closing her eyes as she rubbed the sides of her breasts as her nipples pressed hard against the glass.

"Only cuz you make me feel like a young stud every time I look at you."

She laughed. "You're still well in your prime."

"Baby Doll, you're my cure for old age!"

"Experience, my dear," she smiled, slowly pressing the toy deeper and deeper into her asshole. "You're not old, just experienced."

She could hear him laughing at her comment. The bassy rumble of his chortles echoing through her body to match the powerful buzzing of the toy inside her. She sighed, staring out over the lake that her vista overlooked. I'm the beauty of Equestria, she thought to herself. As beautiful and vibrant as the colors of the sky, forests, and lake. She dazzled just as brightly as the light did on the gentle waves. She found herself looking deep into the body of water until she noticed something.

"Oh sweet Celestia," she gasped.

Biscuit perked up at her sudden outburst. On his screen he could see Spoiled spin around, hands slapping hard into the glass as her legs gave out beneath her. She dropped to the floor resulting in a high pitched squeal exploding out of the mature woman, the zebra hissing out an empathetic wince at the sound of her bottom slamming on the floor. Her foot kicked out and launched the toy, kicking it across the room where it tumbled and buzzed.

Her breasts heave with worry as she tries to calm herself down. The intensity of her panic led every muscle in her body to tense, and worst of all, displaced a few of the immaculately placed strands of her hair over her face. Her eyes were wide as she tried to fight back the sweat forming on her brow. The mare's anxiety had spiked so high that she didn't even notice her beau's concerns spilling from the speakers. She craned her neck to look out behind her towards the lake again, eyeing what only appeared as a tiny spec to the camera.

The boat that was out on her lake was manned by three studs sharing cider and fishing. She could see them clearly, but since the trio appeared to be focused on their lures, she could only hope they hadn't seen her. She sighed, the sudden relief was like a valve loosening in her body and releasing all of the pressure that had been built up in her. She deflated onto the floor, sinking further until she was practically lying like a sack on the ground. The toy's buzzing was overtaken by her heavy breathing as it jittered uselessly.

She hissed as she quickly shot up, steadying herself on the thick pane and reached for one of the curtains, pulling it towards her body to give her some modesty in the chance that the fisher-horses took their attention towards her manor's window. Spoiled did her best to ignore the sore aching she felt in her hips, silently praying that there wouldn't be any kind of bruising. The camera continued to whir as it craned to extreme angles to see out of the window, the internal gears adjusting until it finally could zoom in at the outside. Biscuit squinted at his phone to confirm his suspicions when he let out a booming laugh.

"Worried about giving a free show?"

Spoiled scowled, something she tried to avoid as it was her main source of her wrinkles. Her signs of age were only ever accentuated when she did it.

"I have a reputation to uphold, Biscuit," teeth clenched as she steadied herself on shaky legs. She bent forward just enough to give herself access to her sore rear, gingerly grasping at her sore globes to massage them. She gave a few testing pokes and pulled on one cheek then the other, making sure there was nothing for her to worry about. She knew she wasn't as young as she used to be. Mares her age had to be sure they could bounce back from whatever is thrown at them, and hip injuries were nothing to scoff at. It was hard to show off your ass in a wheelchair.

"You also have those fancy tinted mirrors that stop people from seeing inside, don't cha, Baby Doll?"

Her head shot up as she remembered that Biscuit was in fact right. She gave herself a frustrated slap on the rump, glad that it didn't strike any pain through her body. Filthy had installed all of the floor to ceiling mirrors with a one way coating that allowed for them to see outside while blocking the eyes of any common pony from prying into their home. She hissed out a sigh as she pinched the bridge of her snout, her sudden panic had completely ejected that information from her memory.

"Oh, sweet Celestia," she muttered as she fought to keep herself upright on her still wobbly legs. She scowled and hissed, still peeking out towards the lake. "This is what I get for indulging in your depravity."

"But you look so cute all nervous like," he laughed.

She spun to face the camera and shot him a sour look. She quickly took another drag from the smoke, letting the nicotine calm her nerves as it tickled her lungs. She brought her hand down as she blew out a cloud of gray. She looked over towards the toy and watched it bounce on the ground. She supposed it was a bit ridiculous. She stumbled her way over to it and leaned down, taking the toy back in her hand and flicking the switch off. She let out a small giggle as she turned back to the camera.

"You're lucky you have a great dick," she joked.

Biscuit beamed at the compliment.

"Aren't you sweet, Baby Doll. Always love to see that humor of yours coming out."

"Biscuit," she spat. "The nerve! How much longer are you planning to take?"

She could hear the smile in his voice.

"On edge, baby doll."

She rolled her eyes.

"Then you're going to finish my way or not at all."

The mature mare ignored his laughing response and turned to her bed. As she made her way over to the lavishly prepared nest of intricate woven blankets and pillows, she stopped to give a quick look in the mirror. Her hair had some strands out of place and her eyes still had a worried look in them. She would have to make sure that this extra bout of stress wouldn't cause her any more wrinkles than what age already forced upon her. Absolutely disheveled, she thought to herself. At least Biscuit thankfully wouldn't mind.

Part of her was certain he liked her that way, considering how she tends to end up after their nights together.

"Not even gonna wash it," Biscuit asked.

Her eyes flicked to the dildo she was holding and then back to the camera.

"Believe me, Biscuit, my floor is pristine." She gave him a smug laugh. "In fact, much cleaner than any song you've mastered."

He feigned a hurt look.

"Baby Doll," he said. "You wound me! It's not dirty, I just make sure my tracks have soul."

The mare just waved off his comment.

"Of course I'm going to wash it," she snapped, tossing her head back dramatically.

Toy in hand, she quickly trotted over to the bathroom, the camera following close and low behind her. Each step sent ripples through her hips and thighs, her body moving like waves. Biscuit sighed slightly in disappointment as she turned around the door to reach the sink, the camera unable to follow her all the way inside. Spoiled turned on the hot water and quickly began to soap up the toy, sudsing up the silicone. It really wasn't that dirty, but it wasn't worth spiting the smug zebra just to prove it.

"Come back, soon, Spoiled," Biscuit sang out to her through the speakers.

She smiled silently, safely out of view of his gaze for the moment.

"So impatient!" She rinsed off the toy and shut off the water. "It only takes a second."

The mare came back into view as she rounded the corner. Biscuit softly clapped, playfully cheering her return as if she were performing an encore on stage. So over dramatic, she thought to herself. She went to take a drag of her 120 only to find it woefully short. Perhaps she was more nervous than she thought, having huffed and puffed the thing down to nearly a stub.

She made a quick stop at her bedside dresser, looking over the long stick of her cig to check it. It had grown quite a length shorter than it once had, having smoked a good portion of it. Despite her frustration, she knew Biscuit deserved more than to finish on half a smoke. She extinguished the smoldering end in the encrusted Fabergé ashtray before reaching into a drawer to retrieve a fresh dart. She placed it between her lips, as she did her first, and brought up another precious lighter to the end and ignited it.

She dropped the lighter back in and pressed her soft thigh into the open drawer, pressing into it to slide it shut. She spun around, the smoke circling around her. Despite feeling disheveled, she was still stunning. She saddled herself on the bed and placed the dildo towards the foot end, scooching herself on her belly into the middle behind it so she could frame herself for the camera. She let out a soft sigh as she pressed into the plush comforter. Her ass had a slight aching sensation, a result of the accidental fall from the window incident. It gave her a bit of discomfort, but all she did to show for it was an inaudible grunt as she adjusted to something more comfortable.

The camera focused in on her, giving the zebra a clear view of her behind the life casted toy. She inched her way closer to it, raising her head and chest up on her elbows to show off her rack. Once she was only mere inches away, she began to fondle the faux cock, stroking it up and down slowly with both hands, her cigarette nestled in the crook of two fingers, and brought her head up towards the tip. The toy still glistened from having been freshly washed.

Her tongue came out to circle around the edge of the molded silicone, making sure the camera could see into the back of her throat as she put on a show for her stud. He groaned as he mimicked her motions, running the tip of his index finger around his pulsing ridge. She kept pumping it with two hands, one getting lower and lower until it was right at the base where she moved on to the plump orbs. She cradled each in her palm, rolling the twin spheres at a sensual pace, her other hand making long strokes up and down, up and down.

Spoiled Rich let her tongue have a bit of slack as she brought her head down, letting the tip slide past her lips and fill out the cavity of her muzzle. The hand working the balls slipped further towards the underside and flicked a switch, sending the toy back to life as it started buzzing again. Her eyes closed as she focused on the tingling sensation of it in her maw, going slowly for the camera to really tease out Biscuit's load.

Her full lips dragged slowly against the rubbery skin, sensually paced to let biscuit get his full enjoyment out of her show as well as an exaggerated moan on her point to show him how she was liking it too. Red lipstick smeared behind the war path she led along the dark shaft. He loved it when she was into it, even if she was just playing with toys. Her eyes opened and she locked on to the lens, causing the zebra to get lost in her gaze as he was pulled away from those luscious lips to stare at her dazzling cyan eyes.

"You're a goddess, doll."

She smiled around the shaft, letting herself come off with a pop and a little kiss on the ridge. She winked.

"Of course, dear. I'm the only lady on your mind, I'm sure."

He laughed. "Only one that has me cumming again and again every night," the voice teased over her speakers.

Spoiled moves her face to rub against the side of the toy, giving a visual comparison of his length and girth to her muzzle.

"How charming. Has anyone ever told you that you have such a way with words?"

"Usually through blissful moans," he shot back, schooching down in his chair to give his balls more room. They dangled freely now past the edge of his seat, the thick dark skin glistened with a thin film of sweat in the low light of his studio. The heavy orbs tensed, having been on edge for the whole show was doing a number on his restraint. The mare rolled her eyes, taking another drag on her 120 before going back to stroking.

"At least you're a gentleman," she mockingly praises. Smoke billowed out from her mouth to pool over the shaft, making the stud moan and throb. She smirked. "And you're not hard to please."

"Nope, I'm just hard," he replied with a smug look, giving his solid cock a few proud strokes. "Can't blame a stallion for liking what he likes. And I doubt even geldings can resist you puffing smoke down on their chimneys."

Despite Spoiled's amusement at the comment, she didn't want to grant him the satisfaction. Instead, she gave a dismissive wave but stalled when it did give her an idea. She scooted her body forward while raising herself up, framing the dildo with her chest. She rotated her hips and angled her body so that she was fully presenting for the camera, letting Biscuit take in not just her bountiful chest behind the dildo, but also the pink curves of her waist to her hips, fat thighs, and nestled between them were her wet folds.

"Oh, baby doll," he groaned. "What are you doing now?"

She smiled. "Just watch, Stud."

When she was finally settled, Spoiled pressed her chest forward, enveloping the faux cock between her pillowy breasts. The firm silicone indented the flesh as she pressed it into herself, soft mounds spilling out around the cock until it was gently nestled. She used the arm that was helping support her upper body on the bed to move under her boobs, giving them a slight lift as she propped them up and together as she also kept the toy in place using the balls as leverage.

The toy was still slick with her spit, but she made a show of letting a long strand of saliva drool from her tongue which she stuck out towards the camera. It coated the thick hooded tip before running down the sides, only stopping to pool in the crevice where skin met rubber. Her nipples were rock hard from her continued arousal, acting like beacons to draw biscuits eyes back and forth from her chest. When she was satisfied with how it gleamed once more under her bedroom lights, she placed the cigarette back in her mouth and got to work.

The mature woman knew how to build tension. She squeezed her breasts around the dildo and moved up and down, making sure to loosen up as she got higher on the toy and squeezing towards the base. Her neck grew taught as she strained herself to keep slow, assured motions consistent with her breathing, thin lines of smoke spilling out the corners of her terse smile as she played with the toy.

Her other hand was far from idle. Just because she was putting on a show for the stud didn't mean she couldn't have her own fun, after all. The hand crept down her body before it found the treasure between her legs. Her fingers curled against the puffy lips as she playfully tickled her own sex. She was a wonderful multitasker, something that any woman would be proud of.

Spoiled's boob job began in earnest now. With her arm bracing the toy against her chest, she began to pump in time with her bouncing. Her pink breasts kept the toy imprisoned. For most ponies, they wouldn't have a chance of being seen between her massive globes. Filthy only could when the mare gave him the extra help on his deepest thrusts. But Biscuit was a big man. The toy's girth may have been completely covered in her cleavage but the tip was far from drowning. When she pressed down, the toy came up to kiss her chin. To keep the lit end of her cig, she had to clench her teeth on the end in her mouth.

"Celestia," Biscuit cursed through gritted teeth. "I'm fucking close, I can't wait to bury myself in those fuckin' tits of yours."

"Yeah?" The mare's words were only slightly obscured by having to keep her 120 in her mouth. Gray trails of smoke began to rise from her nostrils as she filtered air out from her flared nostrils. "You want to cum all over my big fucking tits?"

She made a show of jostling her breasts around the thick head. Her darker areolas and hard nipples helped with enticing the stud. She angled her lips to let the air she exhaled pool downwards, washing over her chest in moody mist. Her excitement wasn't solely from the idea of Biscuit reaching his climax. A good portion was also from her middle finger sliding in and out of her sex while her index circled around her pleasure bud. The zebra grunted and huffed with his eyes glued to his screen.

"Fuck!" He was pushing his groin up and forward. His thick foreskin rolled up and down as he pumped his hips. Even if he wasn't gripping his shaft, it'd still be rising towards the sky like the tower his record studio was in. "I'm gonna bust my load all over you!"

Spoiled couldn't help the smile that formed on her mouth. Her sopping pussy clenched around her finger, she was quite on edge too, just easier for her to hide it. She didn't want to stop propping up her breasts so she made the decision to slow her own pleasure down to be a good woman for her stud. A wet shlick sound was all that was made when her fingers slid out from her plump mound. She was comfortable with her body and her own juices, so she didn't hesitate for a moment as she brought the hand she was masturbating with up to her snout to take away the dart. She took one long exhale again, preparing the final card she had saved up her silken robe sleeve.

The speakers in the room reverberated the bassy groaning of Biscuit's voice, but she ignored it all as she pursed her lips. She formed a gentle O and then began to blow, sending out a thick tube of smoke. It billowed down her chest which she was still pumping up and down, making some of it displaced and filtered away into the air, but most of it stayed covering the bulk of the shaft that couldn't be cradled by her breasts. She began to puff, sending out large circles that went one by one around and down the dildo. She looked straight into the camera with a sly look, slowly twirling the 120 dart in her hand.

"Come on, stud. Give me a new zebra pearl necklace!" She took another drag and craned her neck lower to give the hooded tip a kiss. "Paint my pretty pink coat in white stripes."

Biscuit was always a monster when he came.

"Oh fuck, fuck! Celestia I'm fucking cumming!"

The sound of his strained shouting would have hurt her ears were it not for his musically deep voice. The zebra's toes curled as she stretched out in his chair, his ass all the way off the seat. He held his big black monster at the base to restrain it as it pulsed and jerked. His heavy balls lurched upwards in his thick and leathery sack. The head was fully exposed as his foreskin was yanked all the way down as the whole thing began to expand with his orgasm.

White fired out from the slit like a geyser. Stallion cum struck the acoustic foam on the ceiling as the stud began to flex every muscle he could to force out as much life-giving seed as he could possibly give. His eyes were screwed shut, the knuckles on his hand gripping the arm rest turned white. The fist around the base of his spire began to pump in jittery strokes, no measure of rhythm at all, just pure ecstasy driving the movement. What didn't hit the roof splattered back down onto his chest, stomach, and thighs.

Spoiled watched this happen from behind the camera that was trained on her tits. She had stopped her boob job and began to enjoy seeing Biscuit in the throes of pleasure, making a mess of himself through the mirror screen that sat across the room from her. She felt a thrilling satisfaction surge through her body as she let go of the toy and her chest. Her hand still smelled like pussy when she brought the cig back to her lips but she didn't mind, bringing that hand back down between her legs to get back to work. She breathed in the smoke as she began to put pressure on her clit, rubbing back and forth while other fingers began to probe the orifice between her lips.

Shocks of pleasure shot through her body as she found herself nearing her own peak. She focused on the feeling and breathing through her nose, looking more like a dragon than a pony as smoke rose out from each nostril into the canopy of the bed. She pinched and pulled at one nipple and then the next, multiplying the stimulation on herself before she had to stop. She took the cig out with her now free hand and blew towards the camera.

"Yes baby," she cooed. "Shower me with that spunk."

Biscuit just growled in response. His head was fully tilted back as he tried to descend from his high. Zebras were known for having some of the biggest loads in Ponyville, and her stud was an overachiever. Cum still shot up and out of his cock, the thick being bulging out as it ushered more and more white from groin to tip. Streaks of opalescent slime covered most of his body, drenching his coat and drooling all over his manhood.

"Fuck," Biscuit grunted again, "Shit, Baby doll, you're killing me."

She grinned.

"Now sweetie, I'm making you cum."

As if taking on her own cue, she began to clench her thighs together as her middle finger grazed over that firm bundle of nerves inside her canal at just the right angle. Her own climax hit, and the mare had to bite her lip to keep from making too much noise. She didn't want to take Biscuit's mind away from his own slice of heaven. Her index finger just held down on her clit as she came, rolling over so she could lift up her knees together in a small climatic fit. Her toes splayed open as she rolled, her ass now facing the camera as she was on her back.

She had to press her tongue to the roof of her mouth to keep the extended length of the dart in place, panting heavily as she rode out her personal reward for a job well done. Juices trailed down her sex and around her asshole as she dripped onto the bed's cover. Soon her legs gave out and her hand only barely escaped from being crushed between her thighs as she let them fall.

The pair began to calm down, heavy breath echoing between the two of them. Biscuit checked his phone and felt a thrill when he saw her exhausted body lying on the bed. He loved to see her like that, though better when he was in the room with her. He looked down at his sullied gut and at the mess he was in.

"Shit, Spoiled." He laughed. "I've made myself quite the mess."

Spoiled didn't have to look to confirm. She had watched him as he made it.

"Mhmm," she replied.

"You're looking like you could use a freshening up too."

"Mhmm."

Spoiled rolled herself over to the edge of the bed, kicking her feet off to sit on near her bedside dresser. She looked over at the drawer she had gotten her second cig from. With her foot, she reached out to hook her big toe behind the handle, smoothly sliding it open. She leaned on her side, eying the space within and reached in to pull out the lighter again. Rising back up, she straightened out her back and crossed one leg over the other, her thick thighs compressing into each other. She held one hand around the far end of her 120 while the other flicked on the lighter. She held it up to the dimming embers, reigniting them as the glowing red mixed with the shades of purple and pink on her coat and hair.

Smoke filled her lungs as she breathed in the freshly burned nicotine, letting it swim through her body before puffing out a string of clouds. She clinked the lighter shut again and placed it back in the drawer, using the same foot to close it this time. She looked at the other drawers and decided to get up from the bed, slipping her arms out of the robe to let it fall on the blanket. Now fully undressed, she crouched down to make herself aligned with the middle drawer. She had set this one up the other night with the outfit she had planned for the gala. She opened it up, revealing a sexy purple dress with accompanying pencil skirt and a set of lingerie she would wear under it. Her ear flicked as she heard the camera whirring to get closer to her from behind.

"Damn, Spoiled," Biscuit said through the speakers. "You thinking of putting on another show?"

He didn't have to see her face to see her rolling her eyes. The agitated flicking of her tail was more than enough to clue him in on how she felt about the comment.

"Do you honestly believe there's enough time for a second round," she asked looking back at him, tail flagging to the side to not obscure her face. "Honestly, not everyone likes to show up just for the afterparty. Some of us actually care about being punctual."

He snickered as she turned back and picked out the undergarments, laying out her bra and panties on the dresser top and keeping the stockings in hand as she sat herself back down on the bed. Her ass jiggled as she made impact with the plush cushion, her breasts clapping against her torso. Her loose strand bobbed but she ignored it for now. She'd deal with it once she had the proper tools. A glance towards the mirror screen showed that he had grabbed several tissues and started mopping himself. A rather futile endeavor, but it was better than nothing.

She lifted her left leg, keeping her feet straight as she held open one of her thigh highs. Her hand made sure to keep the cigarette between her knuckles away from the delicate garment, not wanting to burn or stain it with ash. She slid her foot through the cyan nylon, the material sliding comfortably over her thin pink coat. The empty form of the stocking quickly filled out as she expertly slid it on, perfectly settling in with the seam lines to avoid any discomfort. She let the white lace design of the thigh high's top snap to her leg, the elastic band creating an indent around her plush thigh as it secured itself to her. She gave it a quick rub, running her hands over her covered leg to make sure everything was in the right place. She knew it was fine, but it was fun to make a show of it.

"You drive me wild," Biscuit said. She flashed him a seductive smile.

"Of course." She held her leg up to show off, leaning back in the bed as she made mocking kick motions. "That's my goal, and I have a very high success rate."

The zebra chuckled as he held his partially deflated cock up with one hand while the other wiped down the body with a tissue.

"100%," he laughed. "That Filthy, Celestia be damned did he hit the jackpot. He's a very lucky man to have you as his wife."

She quickly did the same for the other stocking, pulling up the nylon to let it clamp down securely around her other thigh.

"And I'm lucky to have him as a husband," she responded truthfully. She placed her now covered feet through her panties, sliding the golden ruffled waistband up to her thighs before she had to stand up. She stood from the bed's side, still holding onto the edges of her panties as she bent forward. The camera had a wonderful view of her ass, tail raised to make room for the fabric. She began to slide it up, the golden fabric glittering as it moved under the light and against her rump, smoke from the dart in her hand. Her sex was soon hidden by the lattice covered piece, white only barely peeking out from her body.

"I honestly don't know how anyone could handle so much woman 24/7," Biscuit commented. His eyes were glued to her butt, teasing his cock for his own amusement while he finished cleaning. She shifted her ass a few times, shaking it from side to side while tugging at the elastic, making sure the band fell into her natural creases.

"He has help," she joked. "That's what your job is, after all."

Biscuit made a rumbling sound as he nodded in agreement.

"Very true, gotta keep you satiated so the poor guy can get his work done."

"Exactly," she said. She smiled. "You know, planning all these galas and parties is tough! It takes a lot to make sure everyone leaves with a smile on their face."

"Nothing puts a smile on my face more than the afterparty with you, Baby Doll."

She chuckled, making an exasperated face.

"So is that why you always arrive at the end of the party?"

"Is it really a party without me," Biscuit asked. "Besides, I make sure I come exactly when I'm needed."

He gave her a showy wink, shaking his half mast cock for good measure. While she was still up, Spoiled picked up her bra and slid her arms through the hoops. She stretched her arms out to let the cups go right up to her chest, adjusting her shoulders to affix the straps in her armpits to hold in place. She stuck the dart into her mouth, knowing she'd need both hands unhindered for this part. One of the downsides of having such a generously buxom form was having a needlessly difficult time fastening bras.

She jostled her chest, doing her best to rest the cup comfortably against her boobs while providing a smidge of modesty. Her wide, dark areolas had a tendency to stay visible, but this bra was able to cover them when she had bought it. The mole on her left breast jiggled back and forth as her chest moved in waves as she jimmied the cups into place.

"I could watch you put those things on for hours," Biscuit teased.

"I betcha would," she grunted, bouncing her whole body up and down to try and angle it the right way. She gave a frustrated click of her tongue as one of her nipples popped out, causing her to run one of her hands all over the front of her breast to usher it back into the cup. The golden ruffles along the top of the cup tickled her teat as she worked it back into place. She cursed. "Damn things always making a fuss."

She was able to get it mostly covered, at least enough so that she could finish it with some final tugs. She sighed, taking another breath full of nicotine as she curled her arms behind her back, blindly searching for the bands at the back. When she found the ends, she fingered her way towards the ends the metal hooks resided. She gripped each section between her thumb and index finger and started to strain the straps together. It took a bit of force, Spoiled grunted and huffed as she craned her spine backwards to keep her arms in place. The zebra watched with a mirthful smile as she struggled to connect the back of her bra, knowing that it wasn't too often that he got to see her like this.

"You doin' alright, there," he asked, the amusement in his voice was evident.

"Damn thing fit perfectly when I bought it in Prance," Spoiled said, voice strained as she fought with the clips.

"Can you really complain about gaining weight in all the right places?"

"I didn't gain weight!" Spoiled's head shot back towards the camera to give him a dirty look. "Think about what you say or else I'll take away your after party invitation."

He feigned a hurt look. "So sorry, Baby Doll. I didn't mean it like that."

She ignored him, doing her best to focus on getting at least one metal clasp together. Her arms were starting to feel sore from having to stretch so far behind her back, the resistance making it even harder.

"Filthy was able to hook it on just fine when I tried it," she grunted, relenting for the moment to rest.

She took the cigarette out of her mouth to blow out the excess she had before she stuck it back between her lips. She took a heavy drag, letting it calm her for a moment as she tried to refocus.

"Well," Biscuit said. "I'd absolutely love unhooking it for you later, if you do get it on."

An annoyed sigh sent out a plume of smoke from the mare's mouth. She looked upwards, raising the dart up high, as she redoubled her efforts. She pushed herself to her limit, wrenching the cups tight against her chest as she pulled on the straps. Her back arched even further as she brought her hands closer and closer together, until she finally got them close enough to bind one of the hooks onto the other. She relaxed, feeling that she had made some progress on the strap before suddenly it snapped apart. She panicked for a moment, reaching back to each end of the back band to see if the clips broke off completely. She let out a frustrated puff when she found them both there. She was relieved, but that just meant it was a false sense of success.

"Easy there, Baby Doll," Biscuit laughed. "You're starting to look like a dragon with how much smoke you're blowing."

"Stupid thing," she hissed. "It's supposed to be enchanted, you know. Magical properties to keep your tits from overheating while sliding on comfortably. And here I am working up a sweat just to get the damn thing on!"

"Don't be too hard on it, I think it looks great on you. And it's making you put on a great show!"

Spoiled didn't seem the least bit amused at his comment.

"I'm so glad someone is enjoying this," she said, each word spilling out more smoke as she kept the 120 at the corner of her mouth. She turned away from the camera, not wanting to reveal just how frustrated she was.

She attempted again to connect the ends, taking her time with a firm hand. A steady stream of smoke spilled from her mouth in a thin wisp as she closed her eyes, focusing on the two parts coming together. The pony resisted the urge to tense her body as the fabric tightened around her chest, the clasps coming closer and closer until eventually her fingers touched. With the goal so near, she sucked in her breath and held it as her hand manipulated the bands together. She twisted the hooked end back and forth, trying to catch the teeth on the other side when she finally found her mark. She made sure this time that the hook was fully inserted, connecting one of the four parts.

A sigh of relief flowed out of Spoiled as she finally got to the easy part. It was only a matter of a few reps of holding her breath and fiddling with the bands to fully hook the back of her bra together. She stretched her arms out once she was done, savoring the freedom she felt as she no longer had to mess with the fussy garment. She still needed to adjust a little bit, but this was much easier and far more enjoyable. While she couldn't yet vouch for the miraculous cooling properties, she did find the fabric quite pleasing against her coat. She held up the tops of both cups, fingers rubbing against the white lattice design beneath the golden ruffles and began to spring it upwards.

Once her boobs were bounced into the most comfortable position, she gave each shoulder strap a quick once over, running her finger along the underside to ensure that it rested flat against her body. She didn't have to worry too much about where they rested, thankfully, as her dress would be covering it. Her glee was short lived however as Biscuit reminded her that he was watching.

"Congratulations," he remarked, clapping for her. "Truly a testament to the quality you can only find from Prance designers."

She smiled as she showed off her body in the sexy cyan set. The whole set matched her eyes, which narrowed into a teasing pout as she acknowledged the camera.

"The best that money can buy," she said. "You know I'm not one to settle for anything less."

Spoiled went back to the dresser and brought up the skirt to check for any wrinkles. Thankfully she found none and got to work on slipping it up her thighs. She slipped her feet through the bottom and began to lift it up her thighs, only to find it catching on her wide thighs.

"Oh, biscuits," she huffed.

"Hmm?"

"Not you, the skirt isn't fitting," she replied.

Biscuit laughed. She sucked in a breath as she pressed her thighs together as tight as she could, lifting up the fabric against her thighs until they began to slide up to her hips. She rotated the band back and forth, hoping that would be the extra bit she needed. Thankfully, it was, and the linen skirt pulled up, a bit higher than she expected as her tail rested directly at the bottom of the zipper. She sighed. The dress would cover it.

"I'm glad someone enjoyed this torturous dressing," she said, dropping herself down onto the bed.

"Babe, I loved it," the zebra said. "Don't feel too bad, I know you're going to be dazzling at the gala."

She nodded, feeling a bit tired.

"Well, you know how hard it is to clean this gunk up," he said as he began to move, kicking off his pants as she started towards the studio bathroom. "I gotta make a call for a new suit. I'll be seeing you soon, babe. Love ya!"

With that the call ended. The screen behind the mirror shut off, returning it back to the reflective pane that showed the panting mare lying in bed. The mechanical sounds of the arms retracting began to come to life as the camera, with its job finished, began to pull away. Spoiled took away her 120, no longer having to smoke now that Biscuit wasn't around to enjoy it. Her body tingled all over, a mix of the nicotine and cloud 9 buzzing through her nerves. She had built up a bit of a sweat from the show. Partly, she was sure, from the anxiety of being spotted by a couple of wannabe sailors.

While she was far from as dirty as the zebra had gotten, she still figured herself to be a mess. And so soon to when she had promised her husband she'd be ready! She sighed, exhaling all of the smoke she had gathered in her chest. She'd need to get some help if she were to be ready in time.

She was looking up at the roof of the canopy above the bed, as her bra restrained chest heaved. She was exhausted and wanted more, but she knew she had to wait. With the video over, she didn't have to put on any guise of superiority. The camera fully retreated into the high ceiling, gentle whirs becoming muffled as a final thump of the cover tile slid closed. With it fully concealed, the mare was left to bask and reflect.

She didn't have too much time for herself, as the door to their bedroom suddenly opened, her husband, Filthy Rich, stepping into the room.

"Spoiled, my dear, are you rea-" he stopped mid sentence as he spotted her in only her undergarments and a skirt lazing on the silk comforter. She must have looked quite disheveled, at least compared to her usual standards. She smiled as she rolled over, the wet matted coat between her thighs squished together as she did so. Filthy was one of the few people in this world she felt comfortable with being so unprepared with. He was quite fast when it came to helping her, after all. A perfect partner.

"Filthy," her smile spoke almost as loudly as her voice as she called to him from across the room. He stood nervously but attentive. She waved a hand towards the bathroom as she rolled herself over to the side of the bed and planted her feet on the floor. "Be a dear and retrieve me a moist towelette, or two. Just need a quick cleansing. Oh, and while you're three, pull out that nice chocolate perfume for me, as well as some other products so I can touch up my hair and face."

He nodded and walked off to do as she asked. She bit her lip, feeling that little tingle persisting in her core. She still had plenty of time till the gala, despite what Filthy often complained about. She scooted over to the ornate ashtray, putting out her second cigarette next to the first. They'd arrive exactly when they'd need to be. And Biscuit would be there, and after the party, he'll be exactly where he needed to be. Within her private quarters, balls deep within her.

She let out a heavy sigh as she did her best to enter a zen state. She needed to recompose herself to be presentable. However, she was snapped out of her meditation when something else snapped. Her breasts sagged down her chest as her front returned to her natural weight, no longer having any sort of back support. She looked down to see her bra had broken, falling into her lap and leaving her big purple nipples exposed. Filthy came rushing back into the room.

"Oh Celestia," he grumbled. "I was worried that'd happen."

Spoiled looked over to her husband in stunned silence. He was carrying over all of the supplies she requested, looking worried.

"We do have that one piece that's the same color from our visit to the Baahaamaas," Filthy suggested.

Spoiled raised her eyebrow at him. She got up from the bed, letting the bra tumble off onto the floor. She'd get it repaired eventually, but for now she needed something else. She got down to the lower drawer of the dresser, the one for old outfits she didn't need to wear anymore and pulled it open. Inside she dug around until she pulled it out. It was the right color, she thought, biting her lip.

But if I couldn't fit into a magic bra, she thought to herself, holding up the stretchy micro bikini top. How in Tartarus am I going to fit in this?