"Friendship Lessons"

While Atticus had never found his ratty couch all that comfortable for sleeping, he had nevertheless spent many a night doing just that. Whether it was to get away from that swarm of parasprites that had somehow managed to get into his house, or just not being able to make it to his bedroom after a night of drinking, he’d usually find himself waking up on the dumpy, springy thing more often than he would have liked. And, since it was so uncomfortable, he could never quite drift off into a deep, satisfying sleep. This meant that when someone turned on his shower upstairs his eyes opened.

“Motherfucker… Who’s wasting all of my good hot water…?”

Lifting his head from his pillow, he looked around his living room. Seeing that the room was empty, he instead listened to his shower running. His brow furrowed as his tired, aching self wondered why someone would break into his house just to take a shower. It took a minute or two, but the events of the night before came meandering back.

Groaning, Atticus let his head flop back down onto the pillow as he closed his eyes. He had absolutely no idea how early it was, but he knew without a doubt that it would be far too early to deal with Rarity in any capacity. Doubly so since after what had happened last night.

‘Why did you leave me in those handcuffs? Why didn’t you make breakfast? A gentlestallion shouldn’t look like such a slob, even at this hour.’ He could already hear all of her bickering, complaining, and everything else that would no doubt make him want to pick the unicorn up and throw her out of a high window.

Usually, none of this would particularly concern him, but this morning he couldn’t help but feel a very uncomfortable emotion when faced with such a prospect. It wasn’t going to be like when they saw each other on the street. He had had his face buried between her legs just a few hours ago.

He had heard Rarity scream as he stuck his tongue in her. He had even tucked the mare in before hitting the hay himself. Hell, even though he had brushed his teeth he could still taste her.

Atticus shifted on the couch, pulling his blanket over his head. He had no desire to butt heads with Rarity today, so, deciding to take the high road, he’d simply go right back to sleep. If Rarity came in here and started screaming he’d just ignore her until she left.

Eyes still closed, he listened very carefully.

Rarity got out of the shower far faster than he expected. He heard her open his bathroom door, walking out into his hallway and into his bedroom. She seemed to mill around there for awhile. He heard some shifting, heard some things being moved, and then she was back out into the hallway and making her way toward his stairs.

He steeled himself, shutting his eyes tightly. He could hear Rarity humming a tune to herself as she trotted down the stairs. Quietly, he prayed that she’d just go straight for the front door, but it seemed that she had other plans. Her humming only grew louder and louder until eventually it sounded like she was just a few steps away.

He did his best to lie completely still, even as he felt her blue eyes on him. He tried to keep his breathing slow and even but that emotion welling up in his chest flared up. His heartbeat quickened, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t keep his legs from fidgeting.

Staring down at him, Rarity didn’t start to scream or shout. She didn’t start poking or nudging him. Instead, the tip of her horn glowed, lifting the bottom part of his blanket up.

Atticus twitched when he felt the mare wiggling under it. So surprised was he that he found himself rolling onto his back. This allowed Rarity to crawl up his body with relative ease.

Her movements were slow and thoughtful. He didn’t feel her hooves digging into any part of his person or stepping on any of his limbs. It took several seconds, but he eventually realized that she was doing her best to not wake him.

A feather-like nuzzle to the nape of his neck caused him to open his eyes. He picked up his head and looked down to see Rarity looking back up at him, a small smile on her face.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I hope that I didn’t wake you.”

Atticus was about to reply but she continued to crawl upward until their noses were touching. He could smell the soap that she had used just a few minutes ago, as well as feel a very slight wetness on her coat. Her mane, though prim and proper, didn’t yet have its trademark curl.

“I…” His brow furrowed. “It’d be hard not to wake up when you’re stomping all around upstairs,” he told her. “And now you’re coming down here and trying to crush me with your fat ass.”

To his surprise, Rarity let out a laugh. “You seemed quite riveted with my ‘fat ass’ last night, dear,” she said, using a spell to pull his blanket over the two of them. She then leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips, stopping any retort that he could think of.

Her lips were as soft as he remembered. She also didn’t seem to mind his morning breath all that much since she deepened the kiss for a moment or two before breaking it.

Atticus rolled his jaw, staring up at the mare with an unreadable expression. “So… How did you get out of those handcuffs?”

“Those hoofcuffs react to my magic,” Rarity replied. “All it takes is a spell and I’m free.”

“Good,” he said, looking away from her. “I really didn’t feel like looking around for some keys when I got up.”

Rarity, seemingly picking up on his unease, frowned. “Is there something wrong, dear?” she asked, nosing his cheek.

“Quit calling me dear, dammit,” he replied, leaning away from her. “And quit acting like... this.”

She rolled her eyes, playfully scoffing at him. “Acting like

“Stop acting all lovey dovey and nice and—” Atticus made vague hand gestures. “—And everything else. It’s fucking weird.”

A small smile came to Rarity’s face. “Oh, the big, bad Neanderthal can’t stomach a little affection, hmm?” she teased, leaning down for another kiss.

Atticus clamped a hand over her mouth. “Yeah, I can’t. Especially from you,” he said. “I mean, I thought the moment you woke up you’d either have headed out the door or try to pick a fight, not come down here and act like we’re a fucking married couple.”

Rarity’s glowed, and with a spell she pried his hand off of her mouth. “Excessive swearing only makes you look more simple-minded, darling.”

“Oh fuck you, you—”

“That being said, does it really seem so odd that I’d give you a bit of affection after what you did for me last night?” she continued, cutting him off.

“There’s a bit of affectionate and there’s climbing on top of me giving me kisses!”

“And what on earth is wrong with a few kisses?”

“Nothing! It’s just that—”

“Two ponies that are close have no issue with kissing, and after last night I’m quite certain that we’re at least a bit closer, are we not?”

“Yes. No. I mean, it’s not supposed to—”

Atticus groaned, covering his face with a hand.

“Yes. Yeah. I guess this is supposed to happen,” he said. “It’s just… I don’t know, it’s still… I mean we were trying to kill each other not two days ago and here you are lying on top of me!”

He closed his eyes, covering his face with a hand as he let out a tired sigh.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just freaking out because I didn’t get enough goddamn sleep…”

“Oh you poor thing,” Rarity said, tracing his jawline with the edge of a hoof. “The stress really is becoming too much already, isn’t it?

“Don’t you patronize me, you marshmallow degenerate,” he snapped. “I’m fine. I just need a few more hours of sleep.”

“No, no, sleep isn’t what you need, dear,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling it away from his face. “What you need is just a bit of release.”

He cracked open an eye to look up at her. “Release?”

Rarity nodded. “I should have known that this would happen sooner. For the past two days you’ve done nothing but lay your hands all over my gorgeous person without me properly returning the favor. I’m surprised you lasted this long without succumbing to your most bestial urges.”

Not taking her eyes off of him, she took one of his hands in between both of her hooves and brought it to her face.

“I’m terribly sorry, darling,” she said, nuzzling his palm. “If I had known that you would have been this backed up I wouldn’t have fallen asleep like I had.”

She turned his hand over, kissing each knuckle. Atticus tried to pull his hand away but she held it firmly. His fingers twitched with each soft, sweet brush of her lips.

“If this is to work me must strive not to be selfish in our affections,” Rarity continued, her voice lowering so that he had to strain to hear her. “We must be thoughtful, generous.” Popping one if his fingers into her mouth, she gave it a light suckle before letting it go with a pop. “I must be generous.”

Leaning down, she puckered her lips. Atticus wanted to turn his head, or push the mare away as he had done before, but her big, blue eyes kept him frozen. Her lips touched his, and when they did a bolt of lightning shot up his spine. Before he even realized what he was doing, his free hand reached up, cupping her cheek as he returned the kiss.

Rarity smiled, deepening it as she hugged his other hand to her chest. The blanket slid off the two as she started grinding her rump against his groin. Atticus let out a quiet groan, feeling himself hardening. His free hand left the mare’s face and began to make its way to the back of her head. He dug his fingers into her silky smooth, flawless mane. She let out a giggle, her blue eyes dancing as she rubbed their noses together.

His stomach doing flips, Atticus was just about to slip his tongue into her mouth and see where that would take him when Rarity broke their kiss. Her face was red as she pulled away, and her breath was a bit quicker than before. His face also felt a little warm, and he found himself panting as he looked up at her.

“You’re… You’re a terrible kisser,” he said.

“Don’t throw stones in glass houses, dear,” Rarity replied, giving his cheek a peck, then his neck. “Now, stop all of your fidgeting and let me take care of you.”

“I’m not fidgeting,” he grumbled, even as he wiggled around on his couch. “And stop fucking calling me dear.”

Rarity didn’t say anything. Pulling his shirt up, she just continued to make her way down his body, planting kisses all the while. She took her time, going from his sternum to his belly button, not breaking eye contact all the while.

Atticus squirmed harder and harder. He didn’t know quite what to do with his hands. His stomach was tight one moment, another moment it felt like it was trying to sink into his feet. As Rarity made her way down to his pants, she pulled the blanket off the two of them completely, letting it fall to the floor.

“Oh dear, look at this,” she said, tsking to herself as she eyed the obvious tent in his pants. “You’re about to burst from these hideous pajamas of yours.”

His brow furrowed. “There’s nothing wrong with my—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Rarity planted a kiss on his cloth covered length. He twitched, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates.

She giggled at the expression on his face. “Oh, did I perhaps detect a twitch?” she teased, pawing at the edge waistband of his boxers. “Is someone eager?”

Atticus said nothing, just staring at her with tightly clenched hands.

Rarity flashed him a toothy smile. “Your silence says more than enough, dear,” she said, trailing a hoof down his cloth-covered cock. “Oh, forgive me, I forgot that you don’t like it when I call you dear.”

She gently mouthed the whole length of his shaft while she tugged at his pants. Atticus bit back a moan, twitching.

“What should I call you then, Atticus, if you don’t mind me asking? Beast would quite suit you, though I recall you don’t like that either. Would darling suit your taste better?”

She buried her face into his groin, inhaling deeply. A shiver ran up the length of her body before she sat back up, her eyes half-lidded.

“No, no. Darling is too affectionate. We need something simple yet snappy. Something memorable and commanding. Oh, be a good stallion and lift your hips, would you?”

Atticus did as he was asked. Rarity, like a filly opening a Heart’s Warming present, pulled down his pajamas.

“Very good. Now where was I? Oh yes, we were discussing what I should call you during our sessions. Not beast, not darling. Your name is far too formal, and I don’t believe we can give each other pet names quite yet.”

Nuzzling his thigh, she slowly pulled his boxers down. Both Atticus and Rarity watched as more and more of his length was revealed. With one final tug, his cock sprang free, smacking Rarity’s face. Atticus couldn’t quite hold back a groan, letting his head fall back into his pillow.

The unicorn looked up at his length, drinking in every vein and bump. Her nostrils flared, taking in his scent, causing her eyelids to flutter. For a moment, a wild, hungry look came into her eyes. Another shiver ran up the length of her body and her mouth partially opened so that she could let her hot, moist breath wash over his member.

“Decisions, decisions,” she said, her tone breathy as she wrapped a hoof around his length.

She let out a hum, slapping his cock lightly against her cheek a few times with a thoughtful expression on her face. Atticus grit his teeth at the feeling, his hips jerking. His cock twitched, sending a spurt of pre firing from the tip to land on Rarity’s face. She quickly licked it up, her brow furrowed.

After a few seconds, a smile came to her face. “I think I’ve got it!” she said, looking at him as he managed to lift his head. “I believe that I’m going to keep calling you dear, despite your grumbling and groaning.”

She gave the space between his cock and balls a kiss. Atticus throbbed again, getting some pre into her mane.

“Of course, you’re free... to give me any... suggestions, dear,” she continued, kissing her way toward his tip. “All you... need to do is... say the... word.”

She pressed her lips against the tip of his cockhead as his member twitched, not breaking eye contact. Atticus bit his lip hard as he felt her warm, thick tongue slide across his urethra.

Rarity let out a happy hum, fondling his balls before pulling back. “Well dear?” she said, licking her lips. “I’m all ears.”

It took several seconds for Atticus’s pleasure-riddled mind to realize that she had said something. It took a few seconds more before he was able to get his jaw to work, and a few seconds after that to get his thoughts in order. He opened his mouth, ready to say something—what he honestly didn’t know—only for Rarity to blow on his tip.

His cock slapped against his belly. He let out a hiss, his face contorting as a bolt of lease made his toes curl. Rarity smiled pleasantly at the sight, eyeing the bead of pre that was now making its way down his length like a hungry lioness would her prey.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll think of something eventually, dear,” she said, making a show of opening her mouth nice and wide before planting another kiss on his tip. “Now, why don’t we see if I can do something about this, hmm~?”

Without giving him a chance to answer—not that he could even if he had wanted to—Rarity pressed her lips against his cockhead. Instead of pulling away a moment later however, she took his head into the warm, wetness of her mouth and started to suck.

Atticus’s breathing hitched, but he was able to mostly keep himself composed. That composure cracked somewhat when he felt her take another inch of him into her maw. He brought a hand up to his face to bit a knuckle as he felt her tongue swirling around his head. Rarity paused, looking up at him for a few moments before she started to bob her head.

No longer able to hold it in, he let out a groan. “F-Fuck…”

With each bob the unicorn took more and more of his length. As with everything else, she seemed in no hurry. Her mouth formed a tight seal around his maleness. Her tongue teased and tickled his shaft with each measured movement on her head.

He lifted a shaky hand and brought it down onto her head. Rarity let out a groan as he began scratching one of her ears. This rewarded her with another healthy dollop of pre, which she happily sucked down.

More and more of his length she took, until she was taking half of him with each bob. He could feel her saliva pooling around his sack, he could also see it soaking the fur around her muzzle.

“Y-You might be a p-pain in the ass but at least y-you can suck a dick,” he said, reaching down with his other hand to give her other ear a scratch. “I g-guess being a slut h-has its advantages…”

Rarity’s eyes widened slightly at the jab. Stopping mid bob, she glared at him with an angry gargle. Atticus shivered, giving her head a pet. She responded by giving him a bite. Not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to break him out of his pleasure-induced stupor for a few moments.

“Not a slut, a l-lady” he corrected, panting. “A beautiful lady. Really pretty...”

Rarity’s glare immediately softened at his words. Her lips curled upward, and her ears perked up. She let out a hum that sounded almost pleased before continuing her descent.

This time however, she didn’t stop at the halfway point. She took inch after inch of him with seemingly effort until, without so much as a wince, she pressed her muzzle against his lap. Groaning, she rubbed her nose against her belly, letting her tongue slip out of her mouth to give his balls a lick.

A jolt raced through Atticus’s body. A sound unlike any that he had ever made escaped his mouth as his eyes crossed. Rarity placed her hooves on his legs, keeping his hips from jerking. She watched his face with an air of amusement before slowly pulling back, her tongue lapping and licking all the while.

She reached halfway up his shaft before she once again began bobbing her head. She increased her pace, twisting her head with each bob and sucking much harder than she had before. Atticus, not able to help himself, grabbed two fists full of her mane, forcing her to hilt him time and again.

This time he could feel her gagging, tears forming out of the corners of her eyes. She didn’t try to pull away or stop him in anyway. In fact, the mare let out a groan moan.

He could feel a ticklish sensation building up. Each swipe of her tongue and each suckle drove him a little closer to the edge.

“R-Rarity… I’m gonna…”

Rarity’s half-lidded, hazy eyes snapped toward his face. Using her hooves to keep his lower body pinned to the couch, she pulled back until just his tip was in her mouth. Letting out a very unladylike growl, she began swirling her tongue around his head.

One final moan escaped Atticus. Heat exploded throughout his body. He felt his cock jerk, firing a load of cum into Rarity’s mouth, then another, then another. A rush of momentary pride filled him when he saw his cum spurting out of the sides of her mouth as she struggled to contain his load, but that was washed away in a sea of pleasure.

Rarity swallowed his cum as best as she could, her eyelids fluttering. She gave his balls a gentle squeeze, doing her best to make sure he gave her all he had.

As his orgasm began to taper off, Atticus felt his body lose all tension. His head flopped back onto his pillow. He closed his eyes, doing his best to catch his breath as little jolts of pleasure continued to race up and down his body.

He might have fallen asleep, tired and sweaty and absolutely satisfied, if not for the fact that he felt Rarity give his leg a few taps. He tried ignoring her, letting out an unhappy groan, but the tapping continued. Not able to take it anymore, he opened up his eyes and picked up his head to look at the red-faced, frazzled unicorn.

Rarity batted her eyelashes before she opened her mouth widely, showing him her cum-covered tongue. Giving him more than enough time to get a good look, she closed her mouth, letting out a hum before swallowing. She then reopened her mouth, showing him that she had swallowed everything he had given her.

It was too much for the poor man.

Reaching down, he wrapping his arms around Rarity and pulled her up toward him. “God… dammit.”

He kissed her right on the lips. He knew where those lips had just been, he also knew what had covered those lips, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He kissed her again and again, holding her as tightly as he could so that she couldn’t get away.

Rarity giggled, trying to tilt her head away. “Do you feel better now, dear?” she asked.

Atticus said nothing, reaching up and cupping her face so he could force her head back toward him so he could kiss her better. She just smiled, reaching up so she could toy with his hair. He, in turn, used his thumbs to brush the tears out of her eyes.

“Would you like to go out to breakfast after you’ve gotten this—” She giggled as he planted a few kisses around her mouth. “—bit of affection out of your system?”

The young man nodded, kissing her jawline before making his way down to her neck. A delighted shiver ran up Rarity’s spine when she felt him behind to lightly nibble her throat. She turned her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck.

“You know, it was very sweet of you to call me beautiful,” she continued matter of factly.

Atticus ceased his kissing barrage. Though he didn’t move away from her, Rarity could feel his body noticeably tense

Her smile widened. “That was a very gentlemanly thing of you to say,” she said, giving his cheek a pat.

“...Endorphins. The endorphins made me say that,” Atticus murmured, pressing his cheek against her throat so she couldn’t see the blush on his face.

Rarity laughed. Pressing as much of her body against his as she could, she wrapped her tail around his leg.

“I’m sure it was, dear,” she said, not unkindly. “This time. But I’m sure, with a bit of hard work and grit I can make you into a proper gentlecolt.” She kissed the top of his head. “It may be an uphill battle but I rather enjoy a good challenge~”