"Friendship Lessons"

“I… um… this is… huh…”

While she was never known as being the most calm and collected pony to have ever been graced with princesshood, Twilight seemed positively gobsmacked today. No matter what she did she couldn’t quite sit still. Her legs kicked at the bottom of her desk. Her wings were tense at her sides, as if she were making a conscious effort to keep them from rising. There was also a blush on her face, and she was chewing her lip so rigorously that it was a wonder that she hadn’t gnawed right through it.

What brought this on wasn’t some accident on her part, but what she held in her hooves. To any that looked, they would have just been a few loose pieces of paper, but to Twilight they may as well have been Princess Celestia’s personal diary.

Her eyes scanned the pages with unflinching attention. The mare’s reading speed was all over the place. Sometimes it seemed like she was mulling over each and every single word she read, other times she was blazing through paragraph after paragraph. She’d read through a full page, then flip the page to the next time for a moment or two to read a few sentences before going back to the page before.

“A… saddle? And what the hay is this about cowboys?!” A look of utter exasperation came to Twilight’s face. “And what’s this about c-cumming and suns and… and…”

Slapping the pages onto her desk, the princess looked at the only other people in her office, Atticus and Rarity. Atticus was leaned back in his too small chair with one leg folded over the other and his hands in his lap. There was small, eager on his face, as if she couldn’t wait for Twilight’s opinion of the papers’ contents.

Rarity, meanwhile, was rubbing her temples with a hoof. Though the mare was trying to hide it behind a disgruntled frown—which was, of course, directed at Atticus—she was just as red-faced as Twilight. And, just like Twilight, she couldn’t seem to sit still in her seat. In fact, she looked like she very much wanted to make a break for the window.

“That was just a bit of creative editing on my part, Twi,” Atticus said.

“Creative editing?” Twilight said, mouthing the words as if they were a completely different language. “What the hay is…”

She trailed off, purple eyes looking down at the pages on her desk. Her blush crept down her neck an inch or two and her wings, despite her best efforts, ruffled. Tearing her gaze away from the pages, she looked at both Atticus and Rarity. She opened her mouth, ready to say something, only to immediately close it. She scratched her chin, leaning back in her chair for a second before leaning forward.

“…Atticus, Rarity, why in the name of Celestia’s pantaloons did you give me this?”

“What are you talking about, Twi?” Atticus asked. “You’re the one that wanted us do this whole friendship report thing.”

Rarity let out a groan, covering her face with both hooves in embarrassment.

“This… this is not a friendship report,” Twilight said, picking up the pages and waving them in the air. “There’s nothing friendship-y about this!”

“What are you talking about? There’s plenty of friendship in that.”

“No, there’s smut. You wrote me five pages of smut!”

Rarity let out another groan, leaning forward in her chair.

“Hey, you do friendship your way and me and Rare do it our way,” Atticus said, attempting to pat Rarity on the back, only for the unicorn’s magic to push his hand away in a fit of exasperation.

“You two couldn’t have tried relating to each other through some kind of hobby?” Twilight asked.

“You know we have nothing in common, Twi,” Atticus replied.

“Well you could have tried! Or maybe you two could have read a book together, or started taking walks in the park; you could have done a million different things other than… this!

Atticus’s face scrunched up. “What’s got your tail in a knot? I thought you already knew we were gonna do this.”

“What? No!” Twilight replied, her eyes wide. “Why in Equestria would you think that?!”

“I don’t know. I just figured that you’d know,” he said, shrugging. “Especially after all that stuff you told us before you let us leave.”

Twilight’s blush deepened. She opened her mouth to say something, only to close her mouth yet again. Her eyes darted down to the pages.

“I… I really should have, shouldn’t I?” she said, almost to herself. “I mean, I thought that the two of you were up to something, but I didn’t think you were bucking each other’s brains out!”

“Please yell that a little louder dear,” Rarity said, her voice muffled by her hooves. “I don’t believe that the ponies in Manehattan were able to hear you.”

Twilight opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. “Why did you need to go into detail like this?” she asked, pushing the pages toward him.

“If I didn’t you’d have bitched to me about being too vague,” Atticus said. “So, I went ahead and wrote down everything that I could.”

“You needed to write five pages worth?!”

“Hey, you’re the stickler for detail, not me, sister.”

With a groan, Twilight leaned against her desk and held her head in her hooves. She muttered something about crazy alien stallions, then something about being too old for this.

Atticus looked over at Rarity before gently elbowing her. The tip of the unicorn’s horn glowed, pushing both him and his chair a few inches away from her.

For the next few minutes, the room descended into an odd silence that was only broken by the occasional grumble and groan. Atticus just sat back in his chair, trying his hardest not to laugh.

Finally, Twilight lifted her face from her hooves. “Inappropriate… scenes aside, from what I read the two of you seem a little more comfortable around each other now. And that’s... something. I suppose.”

“It is,” Atticus said. “But me and Rare still have a long way to go I think.” Leaning toward the table, he picked up the papers and inspected them. “I guess that means we’ll have to keep writing these reports for you, huh?”

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“Oh, I can’t believe you!”

“Aw come on, it was funny!”

“There was nothing funny about writing Twilight a report consisting entirely of our sexual escapades, you ninny.”

Atticus chuckled, nudging Rarity with his hip. Rarity, who looked less than pleased, let out a huff as the two made their way down the street.

As usual, the two were getting some odd looks as they passed ponies. Some whispering could be heard, though nowhere near as much as there had been. Mares still did hide their foals and stare at them like they were about ransack the whole town, but all-in-all it seemed that ponies were finally getting used to them being together. Though, it was plain to see from the looks on their faces that many still couldn’t believe it.

“You don’t think that was even a little bit funny?” Atticus asked.

“No. No I do not,” Rarity said, looking up at him with a frown. “Nor do I appreciate you switching my perfectly good report for your ill-written nonsense.”

“Hey, I worked really hard on that.”

“Please. I’m surprised that Twilight could even read your chicken scratch,” Rarity said with a shake of her head. “Honestly, you’d think a stallion with appendages like yours would be able to write somewhat reasonably.”

Her gaze wandered away from him and slowly scanned the streets. Nothing seemed to catch her eye until she looked upon Sugarcube Corner.

“After having to deal with your nonsense I need something sweet,” she mumbled to herself. “Diet be damned…”

She tugged on Atticus’s shirt with her magic as she picked up her pace.

“Come, you degenerate of a stallion. You’re going to make up for your horse apples by purchasing me a slice of cake.”

“Yeah, like you need a piece of cake,” Atticus replied, getting a swat to the knee for his troubles.

Rarity led the human toward Sugarcube Corner. Though she was trying her hardest to appear upset, the prospect of sweets had put a pep in her step. Her movements became bouncy and excited. A small smile took the place of her frown.

Atticus watched as she trotted ahead of him, feeling his chest well up with a pleasant warmth. She might have been a pain in the ass, and she might have been a sexual deviant, but even he couldn’t help but admit that the unicorn was adorable when she wanted to be. Sometimes. If he squinted really hard and imaged she was someone else. While less than sober.

With his long legs, he was able to overtake her with little effort. Passing her, he reached for the door and opened it. While his usual reaction would be to walk through the door and leave Rarity—or anyone else for that matter—to their own devices, he found himself stepping to the side and motioning her through the door. It was almost an automatic reaction, done so quickly that he didn’t even notice.

Rarity, for her part, stopped. Brow furrowing, she looked up at him for a moment or two before her smile grew in size.

“What?” Atticus asked.

“Oh nothing, nothing,” Rarity assured, giving his side a pat before making her way inside. “Thank you very much.”

He watched her enter the building, brow furrowed. Frowning, he looked down at the door that he was holding. Giving his head a shake when he realized just what he had done, he stepped through the door himself.

As it usually was at this time of day, Sugarcube Corner was bustling. Mr. Cake manned the counter, doing his best to see to the long line of customers while Mrs. Cake walked to and fro between the tables packed full of ponies, a tray of drinks on her back. All around, chatter, laughter, and a bit of playful roughhousing could be heard. If one listened very carefully, they might have even heard Pinkie in the back singing a song about cupcakes and cobras.

Atticus looked around at the hustle and bustle for Rarity. To his surprise, he saw her sitting at one of the tables.

“How the hell did you manage to get that?” he asked as he made his way over toward her.

“A nice young stallion was kind enough to give it to me before he went up to pay his bill,” she replied as she quaffed her mane. “Now, if you would be so kind, I’d like a piece of chocolate cake with a white chocolate drizzle and chocolate chips. If they also have some fresh blueberry muffins I’d like one of those, please. And a glass of water.”

Atticus was just about to fire off a fat joke or two when the unicorn smiled up at him sweetly. The sight of it caused him falter, forcing him to tear his gaze away from the mare.

“Is there only the one chair?” he asked.

“The chair that I’m sitting on? Yes,” Rarity replied, wiggling around on said chair.

“So, where the hell am I gonna sit?” Atticus asked. “Cause I’m not standing around like some servant boy while you stuff your face.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, dear,” Rarity said, motioning him toward the ever-growing line. “Now be a good stallion and hop to it.”

Grumbling to himself, Atticus turned around and pulled out a small bag of bits. The trip through the line was, as usual, quick. Mr. Cake was there to greet him with a smile as he gave the older stallion Rarity’s order. It only took a minute or two before Pinkie came out with his order, giving him a quick hug before disappearing back into the kitchen.

“Thanks a bunch, Mr. Cake,” he said, handing the stallion a few bits.

“No, thank you, Atticus,” Mr. Cake said, putting the bits in his register.

The baker looked past him at Rarity. Though he continued to smile, his eyes narrowed slightly and he let out a hum as he hoofed him his change.

“You know, it’s wonderful to see the two of you finally getting along,” he said.

Atticus grunted, picking up the sweets and drink. “Yeah, we’re doing our best.”

“Well, you two keep up the good work,” Mr. Cake said as he turned around. “And don’t break anything while you’re in here.”

“Gotcha.”

Atticus stared over at Rarity. The unicorn was staring at him intently from across the room. There was a glint in her eyes, a thoughtfulness that made him raise an eyebrow as he showed her the food in his hands. Her smile widened, and he could see her wiggle happily in her seat as she beckoned him over with a hoof.

He made his way over to her without a hassle, setting the food in front of her. “Here you go. Tubby.”

“You were almost able to keep the insult to yourself,” Rarity said, hopping out of her seat. “We must be making some progress after all!”

The two looked at each other for several seconds.

“…Well, are you gonna eat or are you gonna do that weird thing where you stare at your food all day?” Atticus asked.

Rarity’s brow furrowed. “I am simply waiting for you to take a seat.”

“Sit in the only chair?”

“Yes.”

“Then where are you gonna sit down?”

“In your lap of course,” Rarity said with an impatient tap of her hoof. “Now take a seat.”

Atticus looked at the chair, then at the ponies sitting all around them, then back at the unicorn. “You want to sit in my lap?” he asked, not quite believing what he had heard.

“I wouldn’t have said so otherwise,” Rarity said with a huff. Atticus opened his mouth to ask another question, but she just gave his shirt a tug, forcing him to take a step toward her. “Come now dear, I know that you’re a little slow but we don’t have all day.”

“Fuck you,” Atticus said, sitting down in the too-small chair.

“Language,” Rarity countered, hopping into his lap as soon as his ass had hit wood.

He let out a grunt as she wiggled around, making herself comfortable. He shifted along with her, spreading out his legs to better distribute the unicorn’s weigh as she let out a sigh.

“There we are,” she said, pressing her back against his chest. “Atticus, could you be a dear and scooch a bit closer to the table please?”

Atticus could hear a lull in conversations all around them. Ponies that had been busying themselves with eating, talking, and joking were now staring at the two of them. It only lasted for half a second, but it was just noticeable enough that it made him want to sink into his chair.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, scooching the chair closer.

Rarity rubbed herself against his chest with a happy hum, using her magic to pick up the fork and knife on the table. “Thank you very much, dear. Now we can begin.”

While not a single pony in the bakery noticed, her horn glowed just a bit brighter. Before Atticus knew what was happening, he felt his pants being unbuttoned and unzipped. He looked down in alarm just in time to see something being teleported underneath the table.

“What the fuck are you—”

“Shush,” Rarity interrupted, fishing his limp cock out of his jeans and giving it a few strokes. “We wouldn’t want to alarm anypony now would we?”

Atticus was about to reach back to swat at the unicorn when he saw a group of mares making their way past their table.

He froze, his eyes darting to and fro. As much as he might have wanted to knock some sense into the horse in his lap, he really had no desire to cause a scene right now. He also had a feeling that the scene would become infinitely more awkward with his bits out in the open as they were.

Noticing his hesitation, Rarity let out a giggle as she cut herself a small piece of cake. “Would you like a bite, dear?” she asked, levitating her fork toward his mouth even as her magic gave his member a few quick pumps. “It really is quite good.”

“Rarity. What in the Jolly Giant's green gonads are you doing?” Atticus asked as calmly as he could.

“I believe that I am stroking you,” Rarity said matter-of-factly, smiling at a stallion standing in line as he gave her a friendly wave.

Atticus twitched as he felt her magic cupping his balls. “I can see that. What I want to know is why you’re fucking doing it in a packed store.”

“I’m in the mood for a meal and a show, my dear,” the unicorn replied, looking up at him with a grin.

“Well, I think you’re gonna be a little disappointed. You’re not getting me hard with all of these ponies around,” Atticus told her as she moved the fork away from his lips and toward her opened mouth. “So quit messing around and put my dick back where it belongs.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that, my dear human,” Rarity said, cutting herself another piece of cake. “If you’d be so kind as to look underneath the table I’ll show you what I mean.”

Atticus, giving her a less than friendly look, did as she asked. His eyes immediately widened when he saw a very familiar glass bottle. “Oh no you fucking don’t you goddamn—”

Doing his best to be discreet as possible, he tried to snatch the bottle out of Rarity’s lap. Rarity, helping herself to another mouthful of cake, floated it just out of reach. Atticus tried again, nearly managing to grab it as Rarity uncorked the bottle. The unicorn smiled, using her legs to spread his apart. Atticus tried to close his legs, grabbing for the bottle one last time, but he was too late. A few drops of liquid fell onto his exposed member just as he managed to grab the bottle. He tensed, sucking air through his teeth as he felt that odd tingle up and down his cock a moment later.

“Mother. Fucker.”

“Are you sure you don’t want a bite of something, dear?” Rarity asked, teleporting the bottle away with a pop. “We wouldn’t want you going hungry now, would we?”

She slowly stroked his cock. Atticus jerked, his face scrunching up. He did his best to ignore the stroking, but with each passing second it felt better and better until his cock, which had been hanging limp in Rarity’s magic, began to quickly rise.

“I know it would have been better if the two of us had just went to the market to get something to nibble on. I imaging that it would have been far healthier as well,” Rarity said, pulling the wrapping off of her muffin as he began to squirm underneath her. “But I’m afraid that my sweet tooth would not be denied.”

Atticus gripped the table as a wave of pleasure exploded from his cock as Rarity’s magic teased his cock head. His member throbbed, sending a spurt of pre firing from his tip and onto the floor.

“R-Rarity—”

Rarity gave his cheek a nuzzle as she took a bite of her muffin. “Some may say that I let my sweet tooth get the better of me far too often,” she said. “Such talk makes a lady—even a lady such as myself—more than a little self-conscious. To be honest with you, my dear, it makes me feel… less than attractive.”

Wiggling her rump in his lap, she raised his painfully hard cock as high as it would go. Then, staring at it appreciatively for a moment or two, she engulfed it in her thighs.

Atticus, shutting his eyes tightly, leaned forward and buried his face into the unicorn’s shoulder. He then let out a very quiet, very desperate scream. He could feel every single amazingly soft hair. He could feel the heat from her body. He could feel every twitch from her muscles. It was too much. It felt too good.

“Atticus, darling, I know that you find me positively ravishing, and forgive me if I sound entitled or demanding, but I would very much appreciate it you said so out loud.”

She rubbed her thighs together while teasing the space right below his cock head with her magic. Atticus could feel himself shaking under the assault. His cock jerked, firing another spurt of pre and coating the unicorn’s legs, but she didn’t seem to mind. She just let out a quiet knicker, pressing herself back against him.

“Please dear? Please tell me that I’m pretty,” she said, tilting her head back so she could look at him. “Tell me that if ponies weren’t all around us at this very moment that you’d bend me over this table and not stop rutting me until neither of us could walk.”

Atticus closed his eyes. The table creaked as his grip on it tightened. Rarity leaned toward her plate, pressing his cock against her marehood. He bit down on her shoulder to muffle a whimper. He could feel the heat coming from her lower lips, could feel her arousal now coating his length. His body tensed and his hips jerked, trying to drive his tip into that heavenly wetness and heat.

Rarity, giggling at the expression on his face, gave his cheek a quick kiss. “Or maybe you find me so attractive that it’s hard even with these ponies? One wrong flick of the tail, one teasing gesture and you’d mount me for the whole world to see? Oh I could imagine the looks on ponies faces as you grabbed my mane and slid into me.”

A shiver ran down her spine as she grinded his tip more firmly against her marehood, parting her lips and teasing him with the pink underneath.

“Perhaps you’d only stop until that seed of yours took? Would you like that Atticus? Making love to this l-lady until she’s carrying your foals? Making love to me until we had a h-house full of little o-ones?”

Atticus jerked so hard that he nearly sent Rarity airborne. Rarity herself just let out another giggle, reaching under the table to play with his tip. Her magic began to stroke him along with her thighs, first in long, slow strokes, then in short fast ones. Atticus, no longer able to help himself, started to buck his hips in time with each stroke.

He could feel that tickling sensation building up. It had never felt like this before. He could almost feel a physical vibration in his body. A heat was building up inside of him, hotter than any that he had ever felt.

Taking a deep breath, he inhaled her scent. He could smell that awful perfume that she wore mixing with that wonderful, amazing, mouthwatering scent of her arousal.

His cockhead began to swell, and his balls clenched. Just a little more and he’d—

“Um, excuse me.”

Atticus’s eyes snapped open to see one of the flower sisters standing on the other side of their table staring at them. It took his pleasure-addled mind a few moments to realize that it was Daisy. It took a few more for him to let go of Rarity’s shoulder and lean back.

“Oh, hello of there, Daisy,” Rarity said, not stopping her teasing and stroking for even a moment. “How are you on this fine afternoon?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking,” Daisy replied with a smile and a toss of her mane.

“I’m happy to hear it. Did you and your sisters get those orders of blue roses in yet?”

“Yep! We got them yesterday.”

“I’ll have to make the trip down to your stand and get a dozen or so then,” Rarity said. “But forgive me for chattering on like some mother hen. You needed something, darling?”

Atticus’s breath caught in his throat as she pressed his tip against her marehood. She leaned forward, parting her lower lips and nearly letting him slip inside. He somehow managed to bite back a whine.

“Y-Yeah…. Whatcha need?” he asked, his voice both strained and breathless.

Daisy clicked her tongue, looking over her shoulder at a table where her two other sisters were sitting. “Well, my sisters and I have been seeing the two of you walking around everywhere without attacking each other and we were kind of…”

She looked away from them, rubbing a foreleg. This gave Atticus a perfect opportunity to buck his hips and grit his teeth.

“We were wondering what the hay happened. Did you two finally stop hating each other or….?”

Rarity tittered, resting her hooves on the table. “Atticus and I finally came to terms with how foalish we we’ve been acting and decided to take some steps to stop our petty nonsense. Isn’t that right, Atticus dear?”

Atticus’s knees knocked together as pleasure exploded up and down his spine. When Daisy turned her attention toward him, waiting for his answer with child-like innocence, it took all that he had not to paint the floor with his seed.

“Y-Yep. We c-came to… something... alright…”

“Why, I’d like to think that the two of us are on our way to becoming the best of friends,” Rarity said, taking a small sip from her water.

Her magic clamped down on the entirety of Atticus’s cock, just as tight as any pussy he had ever experienced. With a quick spell that magic began milking him. Atticus’s eyes rolled in his skull, leaning forward. Rarity, still smiling as if everything were perfectly normal, took this opportunity to give his cheek a friendly nuzzle.

Daisy let out a thoughtful hum, looking between the two. “So, you’re not gonna try to murder each other in the streets anymore?” she asked.

“No, I don’t think we’ll be doing any of that nonsense now,” Rarity said.

Daisy looked back over at Atticus. Since he didn’t trust his voice, he gave the mare his best smile and nodded in agreement. He must have looked as ridiculous as he felt, because a look of worry came to the earth pony’s face.

“Are you alright, Atticus? You looked a little… strained.”

“Oh, he’s fine, dear,” Rarity said with a quick wave of her hoof. “Isn’t that right, Atticus?”

“Yep… aha… I’m great,” Atticus said, forcing every single word out of his mouth. “Just… p-peachy…”

Daisy didn’t look a bit convinced. “Are you sure? Your face is getting really red,” she said, motioning toward her neck. “And I can see a vein really sticking out right around here…”

Atticus’s cock jerked in Rarity’s thighs, sending a spurt of cum across her legs. He could feel his balls tightening. Digging his nails into the table, he desperately tried to think of something, anything, to say. Rarity, ever the helpful mare, stroked him as fast as she could, determined to make him cum.

“I… the… and… brain… freeze…”

“Brain freeze?” Daisy said, an eyebrow raised.

“Had a… drink of… Rarity’s water… human’s get…. brain… freeze… gooder…” Atticus said, shutting an eye. “Easier… easier…”

He dug his heels into the floor, raising his hips so his butt lifted out of the chair.

Daisy stared at him for a few moments before letting out a giggle. “You get a brain freeze with just ice water? That’s why I never see you eating anything cold!” she said, stomping her hoof as if coming to some great revelation. “I gotta go tell the other girls. Thanks for telling me what’s going on you two, I’ll get out of your manes now.”

“It was no trouble at all, dear,” Rarity said, grinding her rump against Atticus’s lap. “Isn’t that right, Atticus?”

“No… trebles at… all,” Atticus said.

With a wave, Daisy turned around and made her way back toward her sister. She made it about three steps when Atticus could hold it in no longer. Burying his face into Rarity’s shoulder, he let out a muffled cry, jerked is hips, and let go.

Rarity let out a coo as she felt his cum coating her legs. “There’s a good stallion,” she said, rubbing her thighs against his tip. “Come on now. Let’s see how much of a mess you can make~”

White exploded across the human’s vision. He could hear blood pumping in his ears. The wooden planks of the table cracked under his grip as he jerked his hips again. His cock jerked, sending another load from his tip to coat Rarity’s marehood. The unicorn smiled as she took another bite out of her cake, grinding herself in his lap, doing her best to draw his pleasure out for as long as possible.

Daisy paused, her ears perking up as a spurt of cum hit the back of her hoof. She looked around, a small frown on her face, before shrugging and continuing to make her way to her sisters.

By the time Atticus had come back to his senses, he found that he was covered in sweat. His limbs felt like lead, and his heart was pounding so hard in his chest he was surprised that it hadn’t burst out of his chest.

Panting, he tried to crack open an eye and failed. Summoning up what little willpower he had left, he managed to do it on the second try. Looking down, he saw that not only was Rarity’s lower body covered in his cum, but a good deal of the floor as well. He let out a tired, angry snort, though that didn’t stop him from taking a moment to appreciate just how nice Rarity’s cute, diamond-hard teats looked covered in his spunk.

“I swear… to god… they’ll never find… your body,” he growled, easing his death grip on the table.

Rarity hummed, finishing her muffin. “Are you sure you don’t want the last bit of this cake, dear? It really is quite wonderful.”

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The walk back to Rarity’s boutique wasn’t as uncomfortable or as angry as it should have been. Atticus had wanted to be upset with the mare. In fact, he had absolutely every right to pick her up and deposit her in the nearest trash can for what she had pulled. He had just about done it to when the two of them had left Sugarcube Corner but, upon taking a few steps outside, Atticus had realized that his legs didn’t work as well as they should have after the orgasm that he had just had. So, instead of getting his revenge, he found himself leaning against Rarity like a hobbled old man, trying his hardest not to fall over.

“I’m going to kill you. No, I’m going to dye your mane and tail throw-up green, shave you, then fucking kill you.”

Rarity chuckled. “I shall wait for you revenge in absolute terror, darling.”

Huffing, Atticus gave the unicorn’s mane a vengeful tug. “Cunt.”

That only had the unicorn laughing harder as the two came to the front steps of her boutique.

“Would you like to come in for a few minutes to sit down?” Rarity asked.

“No,” Atticus said, pushing off the mare. “I’m going to go home, take a long shower, and lie the fuck down.”

“Are you sure you can make it there yourself? I’d be happy to help you.”

“I’ll manage.”

Clicking her tongue, Rarity unlocked her door and opened. “Very well. I trust I’ll see you tomorrow then? Sweetie Belle has asked me to help her Filly Scout Troop in selling their cookies and I’d very much like some company.”

Grunting, Atticus turned around. “Yeah, I guess so,” he grumbled without a second thought. “You’re buying me a box of cookies though…”

Rarity smiled. “Excellent. It’s a date then. Tata, dear.”

Atticus made it a dozen or so feet before stopping. A frown came to his face, and he turned around to look over his shoulder. Rarity, of course, had already gone inside, so he simply stared at the spot she had been.

“Why in the fuck am I spending every fucking day with you?” he asked no one in particular.