"Friendship Lessons"

“Fifteen hours. I leave the two of you alone for fifteen hours and you both get arrested.”

If Twilight had been upset the day before it was a drop in the bucket to what she was feeling now as she looked at Rarity and Atticus from the other side of her desk.

Her eyes were narrowed down to slits. Her hooves were propped up on her desk so she could lean across it to glare at them. Her mane and tail weren’t quite on fire yet, but every once in awhile the unicorn and human would see wisps of smoke rising up from them. It would have been a disconcerting sight for any that looked upon her. However, a long, uncomfortable night in Ponyville’s jail had given the two of them ample opportunity to get their stories straight.

“It’s not what you think, Twi,” Atticus said.

“Really?” Twilight said, her eyes narrowing. “The guard didn’t catch the two of you trying to kill each other in Rarity’s bedroom while you were buck naked?”

“Exactly dear,” Rarity said, trying her hardest to make her mane somewhat presentable. “This has all just been a grave misunderstanding.”

Twilight looked at the two of them very carefully. Poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue, she sat back into her chair. For several seconds she did nothing, just staring at them with narrowed eyes. Rarity and Atticus stared back, both of them giving her their best smiles.

“Okay… Tell me what happened then,” she finally said.

“After you left yesterday, Atticus and I had a very long talk on what could be done to fix our relationship,” Rarity said. “There was quite a bit of back and forth, but we eventually found an activity that would help us bond.”

Twilight nodded, though from the look on her face it was plain to see that she was going to take everything said with a grain of salt. “And what was the activity? Beating the horse apples out of each other?”

“Actually, the two of us decided on sewing,” Rarity replied, ignoring the sarcasm in her friend’s tone.

A silence descended upon the office. Twilight’s eyes narrowed down to slits, and if Atticus and Rarity didn’t know any better, they would have said that the temperature in the room jumped several degrees.

“Knitting?” Twilight said, unnervingly calm.

“Yep. I wanted to do something with roller-skating but Rarity here doesn’t have the legs for it,” Atticus said.

“I’m quite pleased with the idea myself, if you don’t mind me saying,” Rarity added. “I’m able to show Atticus something that I love and he gains the ability to repair his horrid—” She cleared her throat. “to repair his clothing.”

“What about Atticus being naked?” Twilight asked. “Or what about the guard finding you on top of him? Or the bite marks each of you have?”

“Opal is a very affectionate feline when she wishes to be,” Rarity replied.

“Yeah, the second we both sat down the little furball was all over us,” Atticus said. “She got a bit carried away is all.”

“A cat made those bite marks?”

“I wouldn’t believe it either if I hadn’t been there, Twiggles.”

Twilight leaned forward in her chair, and looked like she was about to open up her mouth to say something. At the last moment however, the alicorn deflated, letting out a sigh as she leaned back into her chair.

“And what about the part of you being nude?” she asked, exasperation coming to her tone.

“Atticus, the silly stallion that he is, decided that the two of us should use the clothing that he was wearing at the time to test his fledgling skills on,” Rarity said.

“Since I’m an idiot though I forgot to bring any holey shirts for us to practice on,” Atticus said, laying it on as thick as he could. “So one thing led to another and I guess I just found myself liberated of clothing.”

“I can assure you that there was nothing nefarious about what the guards saw in my bedroom, darling,” Rarity said, placing a hoof on Atticus’s knee. “I had a bit of a fall and accidently took Atticus with me. I was just about ready to get to my hooves so that I could help the poor stallion to his feet when the guards made themselves known.”

For a moment, a small, tired smile came to Twilight’s face. “That’s the biggest load of horse apples that I think I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Atticus and Rarity deflated slightly, though their smiles stubbornly refused to budge.

Pushing her chair out from her desk, Twilight stood up. “However, since the two of you have been in here neither one of you has said anything mean to one another or given each other dirty looks.”

Her smile widened and she almost looked pleased.

“And, while I could just go and get Applejack so she’d be able to tell me without a shadow of doubt that the two of you are lying, you two working together means that your relationship has actually improved. Which means that whatever you were actually doing when the guards crashed through your window had at least some benefits.”

Rarity attempted to open her mouth, only for Twilight to gently, but firmly, close it with a spell.

“While I’m not happy at all that I had to get both of your flanks out of prison again, I really do want the two of you to get along better.” With a flap of her wings, she hopped back into her chair. “So, I’m not going to ask what the hay happened. As long as the two of you aren’t hurting each other, or anypony else, or destroying anything, I’m happy.”

Both Rarity and Atticus let out sighs of relief.

“Thanks Twi, it really—” Atticus began, only for his mouth to be closed as well.

“But, that doesn’t mean that the two of you can keep having run-ins with the guard,” Twilight continued. “So, we’re going to set some ground rules.”

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“Atticus, I do not see how you find this at all amusing.”

Since Rarity and Atticus had left Twilight’s castle, Atticus had a grin on his face. While this wasn’t uncommon for the human, what got them looks was that he was grinning while walking side-by-side with a mare that he downright hated yesterday. Whispers could be heard from the townsponies as the two walked down the street. Atticus was completely oblivious to these stares, however, though the same could not be said of Rarity, who was looking around nervously.

“I don’t see how you can,” he replied, his grin growing a little wider. “I mean, the guards smash through your window, they drag both of our asses to jail, and now we gotta write friendship reports!”

A giggle escaped his lips. If Rarity didn’t know any better she would have said that he sounded slightly deranged.

“I don’t know about you, but I didn’t think that this was how I was gonna spend my Thursday afternoon.”

“I can’t believe that you told foals to call the guard,” Rarity said, giving him a dirty look.

“I can't believe they actually did it,” Atticus replied. “I bet all of those little buggers had their ears pressed up against the doors listening to see if there was any yelling.”

“Oh course there would have been yelling,” Rarity hissed, checking to make sure that nopony was within earshot before leaning toward him. “That’s what one does when they’re in the throngs of passion.”

“Man, I can’t get the look on that guard’s face when he saw the two of us just lying there,” Atticus said with another giggle. “And your scream? Goddammit do I wish I had a camera set up somewhere.”

“I’ve never been more humiliated in my life! I spent a night in jail for Celestia’s sake!”

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Not for a delinquent like yourself perhaps, but for me it was if I were in Tartarus.”

“Baby.”

“Brute.”

The two turned down a mostly empty street. Quite a few ponies watched them go, whispering among themselves all the while.

Rarity let out a quiet groan as the night’s trials finally caught up with her. “This stress is going to ruin my complexion,” she whined.

“What, that dirty cell didn’t ruin it enough?” Atticus asked.

She nudged him with her shoulder, though not as hard as she could have. After that the two of them drifted off into a comfortable silence.

“Hey Rare?”

“Yes dear?”

“Where are you taking us anyway?”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “You’d think you’d be able to know the route to your own home by now, my dear.”

Atticus looked around. “Huh. I guess we are going down Maleberry Road, aren’t we?” he asked no one in particular. “So why are we going there.”

Rarity let out a long-suffering sigh. “Being the gentlemare that I am, I thought that it would be in good manners to walk you home after such a trying evening.”

“Really?” he asked, looking down at her.

“I know that for a brute like you a night in prison is like a trip to the spa, but even still I thought that the gesture should be done,” she replied. “And, while we were walking, I had thought of discussing with you what we are to do this evening.”

“Evening? What the hell are we doing this evening?” Atticus asked, stopping in the middle of the street.

Without looking at him, Rarity grabbing him by the hand with her magic and gave him a firm yank, forcing him to follow after her. “What we are doing is continuing where we left off last night,” she said. “And, since your home is more secluded, I had thought it a good idea that we continue our… therapy, there.”

“You wanna do something else together right after what happened?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Setbacks or not, I’m not the kind of mare to leave things half-finished,” Rarity said, looking up at him coolly. “Our first session wasn’t properly completed. Ergo, we must take steps to correct that, otherwise we’ll never begin our first few steps on the road to friendship.”

Atticus’s expression soured slightly. Though he actually could stand being around the mare walking beside him a lot more this morning—he chalked it up to a lack of sleep and a night spent in a cell, however—he didn’t care all that much at the idea of her being in his home. The last time she had been there things had been said, and at one point he may have tried to attack her with a badminton racket. Still, despite his unease at the very thought of her stepping into his house, he figured that it was only fair. After all, he did inadvertently get them both arrested.

“…Alright, I guess I’ll clear my schedule then,” he said.

“Good,” Rarity replied, a very small smile coming to her face; the first real smile she had worn that entire morning. “I’ll make sure to come near sundown. That will give you more than enough time to clean your pigsty.”

Frowning, Atticus opened his mouth to rebuke the mare, only for her to magically pull his head down towards her.

“Atticus, after the nonsense you put me through your house will be spotless when I knock on your door,” she said, her eyes narrowing down to slits. “Spotless. Especially your bedroom. I also want you to take a nice, long soak in your bathtub.”

Atticus rolled his eyes. “Christ, fine, fine, I’ll have everything nice and tidy for you,” he said, giving her horn a light flick so he could stand back up to his full height. “I know how this whole thing goes.”

“If you knew how this ‘whole thing’ truly went a guard wouldn’t have gone through my window!” To his surprise, Rarity grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. “Which is why I must teach you.”

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The rest of the day went by very slowly for Atticus. True to his word, as soon as Rarity had dropped him off on his front porch he went inside and started cleaning. During this time, he did his best not to think about what was going to happen as soon as the sun had set. He, of course, failed.

The more he thought about Rarity coming into his house the more nervous he became. He worked his way through his house twice cleaning every inch of it. He even grabbed the ladder in his basement and gave the wall a good scrubbing.

He didn’t know why he was nervous. It wasn’t like he cared what she’d think about his house. So what if there was dust and dirt everywhere? His clothes could have been stacked to the ceiling and it shouldn’t have mattered as long as his bed was nice and clean. Still, despite telling himself this about a dozen of times he cleaned and cleaned, and after he was done cleaning he even went ahead and washed all of his dirty clothes.

By the time he had put his clothes out on the line it was about midday. Atticus made himself something to eat, then he went upstairs and took a nice long, relaxing soak in the tub. When he had thoroughly cleaned himself from head to toe he made his way into his living room with a book that he had borrowed from Twilight just the other day. He was just about to open up said book and let it take him away to places unknown when he paused.

“…Hmm. Should I go to the market and get something to drink for her?” he asked the air.

His brow furrowed in thought as he pondered the question. After a full minute of intense thought, he finally let out a snort.

“Fuck that,” he said, opening the book to its first page. “That white pain in the ass needs to blow my goddamn mind before I’ll even think about buying her shit. Why the hell would I even think about something as stupid as that…?”

Giving his head a shake, he began to read.

The book, despite being from a series that he had grown to love, couldn’t quite keep his attention. Just as he was about to get immersed in the world he found himself thinking of that snooty, uptight, pain in the ass. He thought about how her voice would grate his ears the second she came through his front door and opened that mouth hers. He thought about those big blue eyes of hers glancing around his house with a look of disapproval that would make him shake with rage. He also thought about the way that she walked, and that awful perfume she always wore.

He thought about the unicorn so hard that not only did his book lay in his lap forgotten, but he lost track of time. It wasn’t until there was a knock at the door did he stir, looking around to see that the sun had begun to set.

“Son of a bitch…” he said to himself, looking around the room, then down at the book in his lap, then at his front door.

A few seconds passed before there was more knocking at his door. Atticus immediately stood up, closing his book and placing it onto the coffee table in front of his couch. He then made his way to his front door—pointedly not giving himself the once over—and opened the front door.

There, standing on his front porch, with a large black bag sitting on her back and her head held high, was Rarity. Looking her up and down, he saw that she was no longer the frazzled, tired mare that had left him on his porch earlier that day. Her coat had been cleaned and brushed so that it seemed to shimmer in the setting sun. Her mane and tail had likewise been looked after, styled into their usual silly shapes.

Just like him, Rarity was giving him the once-over. Her nose was slightly scrunched, but she didn’t seem outright disapproving.

“Atticus,” she said, her tone business-like.

Atticus released the breath that he didn’t know he had been holding. “Horse.”

The two of them stood looking at each other for several more seconds.

“Well? Are you going to ask me to come in or are the two of us going to stand here all day?” Rarity asked.

Atticus rolled his eyes. “Come on in you fucking antsy pants,” he said, motioning her inside before turning around and making his way back into his living room.

Rarity, to her credit, only paused for a second before following him, closing and locking his door. “I see that you actually cleaned,” she said, looking around. “I must say that I’m surprised.”

He sat down onto his couch with a grunt. “I’ll have you know that I keep a pretty tight ship,” he said. “Not like you and your mess of a boutique.”

“And I’ll have you know that there’s no messes in my boutique,” she replied, setting her bag onto his coffee table before sitting down. “At worst there is organized chaos.”

Atticus leaned back into his couch. “If you say so,” he said, looking over at her. “So… I guess I should ask you if you want something to drink before we do whatever we’re going to do?”

Rarity smiled. “I suppose you should; and you needn’t worry yourself about that, dear. I made sure to refresh myself before leaving.”

He nodded, turning his attention toward the bag sitting on his table. “So, mind telling me what that is?”

“That, my dear human, is a bag,” she told him without batting an eyelash.

Atticus’s expression soured. “Alright smartass. What’s in the bag then,” he said, reaching over to flick her ear.

Rarity’s horn glowed, and with a spell she picked up the bag and levitated it over. She was about to drop it into his lap but paused. A second or two passed before she took a deep breath and released the bag.

“Why don’t you see for yourself, dear?”

Giving the unicorn a sidelong glance, Atticus gave the surprisingly heavy bag a poke. When that didn’t prompt anything negative he reached for the zipper, slowly unzipping the bag and opening it up. His brow furrowed at the bags contents.

“…Huh.”

Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a pair of padded handcuffs. He set them down on his coffee table before reaching into the bag once again and pulling out another set of handcuffs.

“What? These to keep the guys from running away screaming?” he asked, before peering back down into the bag. “What the hell is that…?”

He reached into the bag again and again, pulling out more and more objects. There must have been some sort of spell placed on the bag, because he soon found himself having to place some of the items on the floor. Ball gags, straps, lingerie or different shapes, colors, and sizes, and whips were presented, but there were other things whose function that he couldn’t even guess at.

When it was all said and done, when he had finally emptied the bag and had everything sat out in front of him, Atticus leaned back and let out a whistle.

“Jesus Christ. I knew you were the queen of all bitches, Rare, but I didn’t know you were a degenerate too.”

Rarity, who had up till now been just watching him quietly, flinched. “Please. I have no doubt that you have sex toys somewhere in your home.”

“There’s sex toys and there’s a sex toy collection, Rare,” he replied, picking up a whip and giving it a few swings. “I mean, just look at all of it! I’ve been trying to think up a way to make fun of you for owning all of this, but I got nothing.”

He dropped the whip and picked up a small glass bottle.

“What the hell is this even? Some kind of weird sex potion?”

“You really do know how to put a mare in the mood, Atticus,” Rarity said, snatching the bottle out of his hand.

Though she was trying her best to appear casual, a very nervous, unsure expression was starting to work its way onto her face.

“With all of this shit you probably need a murder victim and three-headed dog to get into the mood, you weirdo,” Atticus replied.

Rarity gave him a slight slap on the knee, her cheeks now glowing. “I had thought that since there’s no need for the two of us to be tactful about our sexual preferences it might be beneficial if we both were upfront,” she said, working up the courage to look over at him

“And bringing your entire sex toy collection is a good way to do that?”

The mare’s face scrunched up before she looked down at the floor. “If the two of us are going to be seeing each other more often showing it to you now is better than showing it to you later down the road,” she said, fidgeting in her seat. “And I’d much rather have all of the essentials here than have to bring them from home every time that I’d like to… try something new.”

“Really? After all seeing all of this shit I figured we’d just sit on the couch and hold hooves.”
“Atticus…”

“I mean, jesus Rare. Do you show all of your boytoys this or am I just lucky?”

“I had hoped that you would be an adult about this,” Rarity grumbled, rubbing a foreleg.

“I’m really trying to be, really I am, but come on,” Atticus replied, motioning toward everything laid out. “At least wait a bit. Blow me, let me eat you out. Let’s fuck a couple of times before you show me everything.”

Rarity, puffing her cheeks out, said nothing. Her annoyed expression dulled into a look of sadness, embarrassment, and regret. This expression gave Atticus pause.

As much as he couldn’t stand the mare, it must have taken some real guts for her to bring all of this with her to his house. She couldn’t stand him just like he couldn’t stand her, and she probably knew that if he wanted to he could do whatever he wanted with these toys as soon as he left. He could even ruin her reputation if he were so inclined. She had taken a risk, a very big risk, and placed her faith in him.

“...Still, I guess I could keep this stuff here if you wanted,” he said. “I have no idea where I’m gonna put it all though.”

If he would have been paying attention, he would have noticed a look of relief flashing across Rarity’s face. “So it would be alright if I were to keep everything here then?” she asked.

“If I can find somewhere to put it all,” Atticus replied, leaning down to pick up what looked like a hand puppet with a dildo attached to it. “I might not have company over all that much, but on the off chance I do, I really don’t want to explain why I have… whatever the fuck this thing is.”

“Oh I’m sure we can find somewhere to place all of this,” Rarity said, looking out at the sea of toys in front of her. Biting her lip and reaching up to tuck bit of stray hair behind her ear, she looked back up at the human. “Atticus?”

Atticus dropped the hand puppet and reached for a lime green G-string that was sitting next to a book titled “Pony Sutra: 1001 Positions To Try With That Special Somepony”.

“Hmm?”

Rarity licked her lips, sitting up straight and doing her very best to appear calm and collected. “There wouldn’t happen be anything that catches your eye? Something that you might wish to use at a later date...?”

Atticus stopped playing with all of the toys, looking over at her. “You want me to use some of this stuff on you?”

“I-I never said such a thing!” Rarity said, quietly wishing that her white coat was better suited to hiding a blush. “I’m merely asking if you saw anything that caught your eye.”

The urge to tease the mare instantly came to mind. However, he was able to beat down the idea, if only barely.

“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you go ahead and pick out whatever you want and we’ll go from there,” he told her, clapping his hands together.

Atticus could see the gears churning in Rarity’s head as she looked at him. “…Really?” she asked, her voice quiet yet hopeful.

“Yeah. I guess I owe you for what happened yesterday,” he replied. “But I swear to god if you try to put anything up my fucking butt I’m gonna skin you alive then dump you in a bathtub full of fucking lemon juice.”

From the look on Rarity’s face it appeared she hadn’t heard a word he had said. Her eyes slowly began to widen, and the small smile on her face grew to Pinkie-like proportions. Letting out a girlish giggle, she clapped her hooves together, wiggling around on his couch for a few seconds before leaping off of it.

“Well! Thank you very much, Atticus! Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you’d be so willing!” she said, practically skipping. “I promise that I’ll do my best to make this an unforgettable experience. Now, if you don’t mind me asking, are you allergic to latex? Also, how do you feel about blindfolds, or restraints? And does the idea of food play appeal to you?”

Before Atticus could even process just what she had said, she shook her head.

“Now, now, now let us not get ahead of ourselves, Rarity. We’ll have plenty of time to truly explore. Tonight we shall start off simply!”

The unicorn let out another giggle of delight, trotting in place as the tip of her horn glowed. Here and there some of the objects on the floor began to raise into the air.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. No. No. Oh my goodness no. At least not yet. Oh! That would look lovely on me! That as well.”

Atticus watched his living room floor like a hawk, ready to veto anything that looked remotely phallic shaped. Thankfully for him, Rarity didn’t seem to be in that sort of mood. Instead, she seemed to wish to go as vanilla as she could. A set of handcuffs, a blindfold, a set of socks, and a paddle with her cutiemark caved into the handle were the only things floating in the end.

Barely able to contain herself, she looked over at him. “Would it be alright if I brought these to the bedroom, dear?” she asked.

Atticus’s nose scrunched up. “Don’t call me dear like that. It’s fucking weird.”

“Would it be alright if I brought these to the bedroom, you mongrel?” Rarity asked, sounding like she was almost teasing him.

“Yeah, it’s all fine I guess,” he replied, rising to his feet. “Now come on, let's get this whole thing started.”

With a skip and a happy cry, Rarity trotted out of the living room and toward his stairs. Atticus watched her go. He was about to follow her upstairs to see where the night would take him when something caught his eye. It was the small glass bottle that Rarity had snatched out of his hands.

Walking over, he squatted down and picked it up. “Mrs. Z’s Tonic of Sensitivity. Just a few drops will make your lover wild,” he read.

Tapping a finger against the bottle’s neck, he looked over at the direction that Rarity went. Letting out a hum, he quickly pocketed the bottle before standing up.

“Hey, my bedroom’s the second on the left,” he called.

“I have eyes, darling,” Rarity called back. “Also, it’s very rude to keep a lady waiting~!”

Atticus made his way through his house and up the stairs. Walking down the hall toward his bedroom, he saw that his door had been closed. Curious, he pressed his ear against it. Listing carefully, he could make out the sounds of Rarity trotting around his bedroom humming to herself.

“Hey, what’s with the closed door?”

“Give me just a moment!” Rarity called.

“What about the whole it’s rude to keep a lady waiting?” Atticus asked, reaching for the door’s knob, only to find that his door had been locked.

“Please. You’re far too boorish to be a lady. Now just for a few moments while I make everything just perfect.”

Leaning against his bedroom door, Atticus crossed his arms as he shook his head. “She better not fuck anything up in there,” he grumbled to himself. “I just cleaned up that fucking room…”

There was some grunting on the other side of the door. His bed’s frame creaked, and the metallic sound of handcuffs clicking in place could be heard. A moment after that his door was unlocked.

“Alright Atticus, I’m ready,” Rarity said, sounding a little breathless. “You may come in now.”

Grabbing the doorknob, Atticus gave it a twist before pushing his door open. To his relief, he saw that his room was pretty much as he had left it. All except his bed that is.

Rarity was lying on top of his freshly washed sheets. Both sets of her now sock-covered legs were handcuffed, effectively immobilizing the mare. Sitting on one of his pillows was the blindfold, and sitting right next beside her was the paddle. Rarity herself was staring at him with a blush on her face.

“Well? What do you think?” she asked, biting her lip.

“I was wondering what the hell you were doing with those handcuffs,” Atticus said, stepping into his room. He stopped for a moment, looking at the paddle.

Rarity followed his gaze. “Do you like it?” she asked, levitating it into the air with a fond smile. “I carved this myself out of a slab of ironwood that Fluttershy was kind enough to find in the Everfree.”

Walking over, Atticus grabbed the paddle out of her magic and examined it. “Really? I didn’t think you had woodworking in you.”

Rarity wiggled around on his bed, checking to see if she was completely immobile. “When one cannot find what one is looking for, it is best to strive to fill the need by oneself,” she said. “And besides, it’s never a bad idea to broaden your horizons and try new things.”

Atticus gave the paddle a few swings. Though he had no personal experience with paddles, this one had a real heft to it. The many holes drilled into it allowed him to swing it as hard and as fast as he wanted.

Taking a step back, he held the paddle like a baseball bat and swung it as hard as he could. The paddle whistled through the air. He didn’t hear anything cracking, and it didn’t feel like it was about to fall apart.

Though he didn’t notice, Rarity was watching him intently, her eyes wide as she rubbed her back legs together. “A-Atticus?”

“Hm?” he replied, holding the paddle like a sword and doing through a few silly motions, complete with sound effects.

“As m-much as I’m sure you’re enjoying yourself, isn’t there something that you’d like to strike with that paddle in those beastly hands of yours?” Rarity asked, giving her flank a wiggle.

Atticus stopped his katas to look down at the mare. Lowering the paddle, his gaze wandered to her pert backside. Seeing where his gaze was directed, she wiggled her flank a little harder, trying her hardest to entice him.

“…We’re still going with the safe word thing, right?” he asked.

Rarity nodded. “Of course.”

Nodding, he tapped the paddle against his knee before walking to the edge of the bed. Rarity practically beamed as he drew closer, her big blue eyes shining with excitement.

As he loomed over the marshmallow horse lying in his bed, Atticus could feel a rush of emotions flowing through him. Excitement, nervousness, amusement, arousal. He also had things he wanted to say; many, many things that might would have no doubt left him confused and vulnerable.

Slowly, without saying a word, he set the paddle down on the bed and grabbed the blindfold. “Remember, the word’s fashionista.”

“Fabulous, darling.”

“Whatever. Just remember it.”

A shiver ran through Rarity’s body as he put the blindfold on her before standing back up. “I’d appreciate it if you weren’t gentle, Atticus,” she said. “As I’ve showed you time and again, I’m not some porcelain doll. I won’t break.”

She rolled onto her back as best as she could, exposing herself to him. Her marehood was slick with her arousal, and her teats were rock hard. Atticus found himself licking his lips at the sight, his stomach tightening.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said as he pulled out the small bottle in his pocket.

Giving it a glance, he picked up the paddle and walked to the other end of the room. He then sat the paddle down, uncorked the bottle as quietly as he could, and made his way back, a small grin on his face.

Rarity, as if sensing that something was amidst, perked her ears up. “Atticus? Are you still here dear? Because if you aren’t I will be very cros—OHH!”

Grabbing the mare by the hips, Atticus dragged her to the edge of his bed. Spreading her legs out as wide as he could, he got down on his knees, the bottle still in hand.

Rarity squirmed in his grasp, letting out a breathless giggle. “Oh yes, just like that! Use me like one of your monkey females~”

Rolling his eyes, Atticus brought the bottle to his lips. Tilting it back, he allowed some of the liquid to fill his mouth. He could feel a tingle on his tongue, but other than that he couldn’t feel any other effects. Quietly hoping that this stuff wasn’t going to have any negative effects on him, he swished the liquid around like mouthwash as he leaned forward.

“…What is that sound, Atticus? What are you—Ah~!”

Rarity’s breathing hitched as he opened his mouth, allowing the liquid to drop down upon her marehood. The liquid—which was pink upon closer inspection—mixed in with the mare’s juices. A few moments passed before its color changed to a deep purple, then a light blue before turning completely clear.

Atticus blinked, a small, thoughtful frown coming to his face as he put the cork back into the bottle and tossed it to the edge of the bed. “Huh... Hopefully that shit doesn’t turn my tongue a different color…”

Rarity squirmed a little more forcefully. “A-Atticus! I demand that you stop teasing me immediately f-for Celestia’s sake!”

His eyes darted up toward the panting and flustered mare. Frown deepening, he reared back a hand and gave her rump a hard slap.

“Can you stop bitching for five minutes?” he asked, pulling back with his other hand to give the other side of her bottom a smack.

Her back arched as she let out a loud moan, a fresh coat of precum coating her legs. “Oh you beast! You cretin! You… You…”

Atticus didn’t notice her trailing off, too busy trying to wiggle his head between her handcuffed legs.

“Atticus? What did you do? My marehood feels—ohmyCelestia!”

The human let out a growl as he pressed his lips against her marehood. His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking her lower lips clean. Thanks to the potion, he could feel every little minute bump and ridge. He could feel the different textures of her flesh, and the way that it tensed and shifted. It was an incredibly odd experience, but not an unpleasant one.

“Ohmyword!”

Rarity’s back legs clamped around his head. He let out a growl in response, giving both of her cutiemarks a slap. His tongue teased her opening, parting the lips and revealing the pink underneath.

Rarity’s eyes widened to the side of dinner plates. “Oh my word, oh my word, oh my Celestia, AtticusdidyoutakethatpotionwhenIwasn’t—”

Before he could slip his tongue inside of her and taste her surprisingly sweet juices straight from the source, a rush of cum hit him straight in the face. Reflexively, he tried to lean back, only for Rarity’s legs to clamp around his head with a crushing amount of force, driving his face back into her marehood.

“Ohhhhh myyyyyyy Ceeeeellllleeeesssttttiiiiaaaa!” she screamed, bucking and jerking.

Atticus grinned as he did his best to lick his lips clean. The nice thing would have been to wait for her to ride out her orgasm before continuing anything else, but he wasn’t here to be nice. Like Rarity herself had said, there wasn’t any love between him. So, with that in mind, he held into the little mare nice and tight, took a deep breath, and leaned forward to drive his tongue as deep into her as possible.

He felt her inner muscles flex as she let out a scream that echoed throughout the house. He let out a hum in response, tracing the tip of his tongue along one of her walls, feeling a patch of skin a bit rougher than the rest. He paused for a moment, wondering what it was, before deciding to go for broke and giving it a good old tongue bath.

“OhAsdjansknslknslmylksndlknknkdgoddnessksjdfnksjdns—!”

Rarity’s body jerked again, and a rush of fluids filled his mouth. He did his best to lap them all up, digging his fingers into her rump to give it a squeeze.

He could feel her cum running down his face and neck. He could feel the heat coming off of her marehood. He also felt every spasm, every twitch of her marehood. And he needed more.

He wanted to hear this pain in the ass to squirm. He wanted to make her scream herself hoarse. He wanted to keep licking until she was nothing more than a mess of a mare.

From in between Rarity’s soft, firm thighs, he heard her let out another scream. More cum filled his mouth, tickling his fast buds. He growled, continuing to lick and kiss, wanting more, demanding more.

Rarity herself was beginning to break down. Unbeknownst to him, her eyes were rolling in her skull, and sweat was beginning to pour down her body. Her grip around his head loosened, and her vision dimmed.

More than once she had used that potion—and oh did she know which potion that barbarian had taken when she wasn’t watching— but never before had it been this strong. She could feel every lick and wiggle of the human’s tongue amplified to the hundredth degree. It sent not sparks but waves of pleasure up and down her body. It was so pleasurable, in fact, that she realized the world was beginning to spin.

“F…F… Fabulous! Fabulous!!” she screamed, knowing that one more orgasm would leave her unconscious.

For several seconds, she thought Atticus was going to ignore her and keep licking until she was well and truly senseless. The thought both left her aroused and panicked. She knew that if she did faint she’d never hear the end of it from him.

Another bolt of hoof curling pleasure made her already thundering heart beat a bit faster. The edges of her vision began to blacken, and she could hear static, but before she fully went under she felt Atticus’s tongue slip out of her.

“What? What’s wrong, Rare?” he asked, his voice muffled by her thighs.

Rarity’s eyes crossed as she felt his hot, moist breath wash over her marehood. Her entire body clenched, and she very nearly forced his head back between his legs, but caught herself at the last second.

“I… J-Just…” she let out a groan, letting her head fall back onto one of Atticus’s pillows. “Please dear… Just… Just give me a moment.”

She closed her eyes, doing her best to ease some of the tension in her now sore, aching body. Atticus, meanwhile, looked up at her with a furrowed brow.

“…Was that weird little potion too much then?”

“If I had… feeling in my hooves… you’d be on… the receiving end… of a rather… vicious beating,” Rarity replied.

Atticus untangled himself from between her legs. She squirmed when she felt him kissing both of her cutiemarks with a tenderness that would have made her smile if she had had the strength to.

“You alright?” he asked, pushing off the bed and standing up.

“Next time… a little warning… would be appreciated,” she replied.

Her horn sparked to life, and though it took far more concentration than she would have cared to admit, she removed the blindfold so she could tiredly glare at him. A small burst of satisfaction welled up inside of her when she saw his face, neck, and some of his chest coated in her juices, but she did her best to ignore it. She also did her best to ignore the fact that he would no doubt have her scent on him for at least the next month, and how much she enjoyed the idea of it. Despite herself however, she couldn’t help but smile.

“Still… That was rather… nice,” she said. “Short though… it was. Thank you…”

Atticus snorted as he tried his best to wipe the cum out of his eyes. “Hey, it’s not my fault you’re a two-pump chump,” he said.

He waited for a biting retort, but he received none. Taking a step toward his bed, he noticed that Rarity’s breathing had slowed, and all of the tension had left her body.

Reaching down, he touched her cheek. “Out like a light after a few rounds? And you didn’t even return the favor? Talk about a shitty lay,” he said. “I mean, I didn’t even get to use the paddle or anything.”

Rarity, dead to the world, let out a quiet snore, giving his hand a sleepy nuzzle before going still once more.

Pulling his hand away, Atticus let out a sigh. “Well, I guess our letter to Twi about this is gonna be a short one,” he said, a small smile coming to his face as he walked over to his closet.

Opening his closet doors, he reached in and pulled out a blanket. Walking back over to his bed, he threw the blanket, tucking the still handcuffed unicorn in.

“Man, I can’t wait to see the look on her face after she reads that fucking thing…”