"Friendship Lessons"

There had been a few times in his life when Atticus had had his mettle tested. The first time it had happened when he was a child and his mother had insisted that he take dancing classes because she thought it would make him “fancy”. The next time was when he and his friends had taken a trip to Germany to complete a drinking run known only as “The Deutsch Devastator”. The most recent was when he suddenly found himself in Twilight’s living room because of a spell gone wrong, with nothing but the towel that he had been wearing and the toothbrush in his mouth. Every single one of these trials had been horrible in their own special way, but none of them came close to what he was experiencing now.

Ponies were by nature talkative and nosy creatures. They were also known to have only a minimal understanding of things like space and boundaries whenever they got excited. Atticus knew this for a fact, and it had never been truer when word spread about him and Rarity.

Wherever he went ponies would stop him and offer their congratulations. If he would sit down and try to eat at Sugarcube Corner, Mr. Cake would there trying to pry details out of him. Some of the town’s more elderly residents would demand to know when Rarity would “make an honest stallion out of him” and go on and on about how courtship was so much better back in their day. Whispering was ever-present whenever he walked by, as were stares.

Days ago, Rarity had locked herself in her boutique to get away from the gossip, and Atticus was beginning to suspect that she had the right idea. While he wasn’t a stranger to whispering and stares, he didn’t much care for these ones.

Him and Rarity were not a couple. They had nothing in common. The only reason why they spent everyday together was just so that they could stop hating each other! Every time that he tried to explain this to a pony—sometimes calmly, sometimes not—nine times out of ten they would just rolled their eyes while nodding their heads while muttering something about shy stallions.

It drove him nuts. It drove him nuttier than a squirrel with a nut addiction.

Letting out a groan and covering his face with a hand, Atticus pressed his back against the side of Sugarcube Corner. He had been sitting there for most of the morning, making faces at any pony that got too close. His butt was beginning to ache from sitting on the ground for so long, but a combination of laziness and the promise of sweets when Pinkie got off from work kept him glued to where he was.

“Hiya, Mr. Atticus!”

Peeking through his fingers, Atticus watched as a smiling Sweetie Belle made her way over toward him, two small ice cream cones floating by her head. He frowned at the filly, baring his teeth and letting out a growl. Instead of scaring her off like he had hoped, Sweetie just let out a giggle.

“You’re silly, Mr. Atticus,” she said, taking a seat beside him and offering him one of the ice cream cones. “I got you some ice cream.”

“I don’t want any ice cream, you big mouth,” Atticus said, looking away from her.

Sweetie frowned. “Oh come on,” she said, giving his side a poke. “I wanted to get you something to say I’m sorry. It’s vanilla.”

The unicorn waved the ice cream under Atticus’s nose. He snatched it out of the air, not looking very happy at all as he took a few licks.

“You’re a real turd, you know that right?”

“Rarity said the same thing,” Sweetie said, still smiling. “But she didn’t call me a turd. She called be a bunch of big words that I didn’t understand and made me do all of the dishes.”

“Good. I would have beaten your as—your butt if I were your sister,” Atticus said, licking bit of ice cream from his lips.

Sweetie Bell let out a giggle, staring out at the market. “Rarity hasn’t come out of her house for the last couple of days. My dad tried to get her to come to bingo night at town hall last night but she wouldn’t come.”

“You sound awfully happy that your sister’s miserable,” Atticus said.

Sweetie, taking a bite out of her cone, looked up at him. “Nuh-uh. I’m not happy because my sister’s sad, Mr. Atticus. I’m just happy that she likes you so much!”

“She doesn’t like me,” Atticus said, his nose scrunching up. “She doesn’t hate me, not anymore, but she really doesn’t like me either.”

“She does too!” Sweetie said with childish certainty. “She talks about you all the time when you’re gone! She’s also been making you a bunch of clothes, and I saw her wearing one of your shirts the other day.”

“That doesn’t mea—” Atticus paused, looking down at the filly. “Wait. She has one of my shirts?”

“Uh-huh,” Sweetie said, her mane bouncing as she nodded. “It’s the really big one with all of those holes in it and the picture of a big snake eating a sword.”

Atticus opened his mouth to say something, but closed it after a moment or two. “…My shirt? Really?”

“She seemed really happy when she wore it. Then she got really, really embarrassed when she saw me,” Sweetie said. “I’ve never seen Rarity wear a stallion’s clothes before. You might be the first one that wears shirts but you’re still the first one, and that means she really likes you right?”

Atticus scratched, his mind racing. “Why the hell would she… She’d been bitching about my fucking shirts since she saw the damned things…”

Sweetie’s grin widened as she wiggled excitedly. “You should go and make her let down her mane so you can climb up into her room and smooch! Just like in the stories!”

Attius didn’t pay her comment any mind, staring off into the distance. Sweetie didn’t seem discouraged by his lack of response. In fact, she took the opportunity to snuggle up against his side.

“Mom and dad are always telling Rarity that she needs to get a coltfriend so they can get married and have a whole bunch of babies.” She frowned. “I don’t know if your babies would like babies…” Trailing off for a few seconds, she perked up. “I bet you’d be a good dad though, Mr. Atticus, just like my—”

A frown slowly made its way onto Atticus’s face. He looked toward the direction of Rarity’s boutique, brow furrowing. As Sweetie continued to blabber on about something or another, he climbed to his feet.

“Here, give this to someone,” he said, giving Sweetie his ice cream. “I only licked it a couple of times.”

Looking up at him in confusion, Sweetie took the ice cream cone out of his hand. “Okay. But where are you going, Mr. Atticus?”

Atticus, shoving his hands in his pockets, began walking toward the boutique. “I’m going to get my shirt back.”

He left Sweetie where she sat, ignoring every and all ponies that he came across. The thought of getting sweets from Pinkie, how exasperated and irritated he had been the last couple of days, Sweetie Belle being Sweetie Belle; it all fell away. What replaced it was a single desire: to get his shirt back.

Marching up the front doors to Rarity’s home and place of business, he tried to open the front door only to see that it was locked. That did nothing to dissuade him however, because he simply took a step back, lifted up the welcome mat to grab the unicorn’s spare key, and unlocked the door. Shoving the key into his pocket, he opened the door and stepped inside.

Upon entering the building, he could hear a sound reverberating throughout the boutique. He had to strain to hear it, and if the rest of the house hadn’t been completely silent there would have been no way he would have heard it in the first place, but it was there. It was there and it was coming from upstairs.

Looking up at the ceiling, Atticus closed the door behind him and locked it. He kicked off his shoes, placing them on the mat Rarity had gotten for him, and dusted himself off so that he would look somewhat presentable. That done, he drew himself to his full height, puffed his chest out, and made his way toward the stairs.

With each step he took he could hear the sound getting louder. He couldn’t quite make it out, though it sounded awfully familiar as he made his way up the steps and down the hall toward Rarity’s room. Her bedroom door was closed, but even so he strode forward. He had just about reached it when a loud moan erupted from the other side of the door.

“Oh~! Almost… For Celestia’s sake just let me…”

Atticus paused, pulling his hand away from the doorknob. His frown disappeared, replaced with a look of confusion. He stared at the door for several seconds, listening to the sounds of panting, moaning, and the gentle rocking of a bed.

He let out a hum, looking behind him, then at the door knob. Tapping his hand against his thigh, he mentally battled with himself for a moment or two before his curiosity got the better of him and he reached for the door. Slowly turning the doorknob, he counted to ten in his head before opening the door a crack and poking his head inside.

The first thing that he noticed was the smell. It was the scent of an aroused mare, the scent of Rarity, and it was so thick in the air that he nearly reared back in surprise. Another moan drew his attention toward the bed, where a red-faced Rarity laid.

The covers had long ago been tossed to the floor. Sex toys of various shapes and sizes were laid haphazardly around. Pillows, dozens of them, were being used to prop up the mare herself, who was in a state that Atticus had never seen her in before.

Rarity’s mane was wild. Her coat was soaked through with sweat. Her chest was heaving and legs were spread apart wide, revealing her puffy, aroused sex. Rarity’s eyes were closed and she face scrunched up as she pawed at her bedsheets. A toy—a small pink dildo if Atticus had to guess—was sliding in and out of her at a blazingly fast pace.

“Just… please,” she groaned, rolling her hips. “Just let me…” She curled in on herself, biting a hoof. “I just need…”

Atticus leaned against the frame of the door, watching the unicorn. The steely resolve in his eyes softened. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking behind him once again before—being as quiet as he could—he slipped into the bedroom.

While he still wanted his shirt back—and he was going to get it back—he decided that this was a good opportunity to kill a few birds with a single stone.

Rarity, too focused on getting herself off to noticing anything around her, didn’t realize anyone else was in the room until one of the boards under her carpet creaked under the human’s weight. Her ears immediately perked up at the sound. Another creak resulted in the dildo freezing in place and her eyes opening.

“What in E—ATTICUS?!” she cried, her eyes growing huge. “W-What are you doing in my ho—”

“I’m here to get my shirt back,” Atticus said, reaching down and picking up the mare. “And… to talk to you. I guess.”

Rarity squirmed lightly in his grasp as he sat down. “I don’t need a t-talking to, I—”

Wrapping both arms around the unicorn, Atticus pulled her against his chest, burying his face into her neck and inhaling deeply. Along with the sweat and arousal he could smell that perfume of hers. If was very faint, however, so he was forced to nuzzle his nose deeper into her coat.

“A-Atticus, what in Celestia’s name—Oh my goodness!”

Rarity squirmed in his lap as he gently nipped her neck. One of his hands made its way down her belly and toward her teats. The unicorn’s back arched as his fingertips brushed across one of the rock hard, sensitive nubs of flesh. She let out a gasp as pinched one between his pointer finger and thumb. Her hips jerked as a bolt of pleasure exploded from her nethers.

“Oh yes~” she moaned, all of the tension leaving her body. “Oh y-yes my dear. I needed this…”

Atticus ignored her, kissing and biting his way toward her jawline. His pants were becoming soaked with the mare’s arousal, and his shirt was no doubt covered in sweat and other liquids, but he didn’t care. It had been far too long since he had had this irritating, pain in the ass mare in his lap like this. He had missed this; missed her, this smell, the way she squirmed and the noises she made.

A growl escaped him as he bit down on Rarity’s neck a little more forcefully. The unicorn let out a moan, desperately clinging to his arm. Her back legs clamped down on the hand playing with her teats, forcing his hand toward her groin.

“Don’t t-tease me, dear. D-darling,” she said, panting. “Please…”

Nuzzling her cheek, Atticus traced a finger along her perfect folds. To his surprise, he noticed that the dildo was still lodged deep inside of her. He touched the hard, warm, soaked plastic. Wrapping his fingers around the end of the toy, he kissed his mare’s nose as he pulled it out.

Rarity let out a whimper, grinding her back against his chest as he brought the toy up to her face. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, taking half of the toy into her maw. Cleaning her cum as best as she could, she let it go with a pop.

Atticus chuckled in her ear, giving the toy a lick himself so he could taste her. “Goddamnit. I don’t know how you do it but you taste good every time…”

Rarity rubbed her back legs together, her eyes closed and her breathing ragged. “Please,” she whispered. “I’m so… P-Please…”

Giving the toy a glance, Atticus tossed it over his shoulder. Burying his face into Rarity’s mane, he let his hand wander downward.

It was obvious to see that these toys weren’t doing anything for her. He didn’t doubt that this marshmallow degenerate had been trying to use them for days to get herself off with little success. He couldn’t help but grin at the idea as he cupped her marehood.

Luckily for her she wouldn’t be needing a toy anymore. He was here, and he wasn’t going to stop until she wouldn’t even think about using another toy ever again.

Rarity stiffened, her eyes snapping open as he teased her opening with a finger. Her mouth opened, both to let out another moan and to tear his head off for teasing her like this. Before she could do either of those things, though, Atticus slipped a finger inside of her.

The effect was immediate. Rarity’s eyes snapped shut. She tried to curl in on herself, gripping his hand between her hooves to hard that it hurt. She bucked her hips once, then twice, letting out a snort before throwing her head up to the ceiling and letting out a scream that shook the windows.

Atticus kissed the unicorn’s jaw as her inner muscles clamped down on his finger and a rush of cum soaked his hand and the floor. He held the shaking mare tight against him, murmuring words of encouragement into her neck as she rode out her orgasm. He pumped his finger in and out of her doing his best to elongate her pleasure as much as possible.

When Rarity did finally come down from her orgasmic high she let out a drunken giggle, nuzzling his chin with the top of her head. “That was… oh my goodness,” she said, placing a hoof against her chest as she tried to catch her breath. “Thank you very much, Atticus dear, I—”

She twitched as he slipped another finger inside of her, her breath hitching in her throat.

“A-Atticus, that’s enough,” she said, reaching down with a hoof and grabbing at his hand. “I’m—”

“Shush,” Atticus said, closing his eyes.

Rarity bit her lip, her overly sensitive marehood clenching at his digits. “B-But—”

“Shush.”

Minutes turned into an hour as Atticus had his way with the mare. His pants became soaked completely through as he brought Rarity to orgasm after orgasm. Each moan was music to his ears, each time his fingers were coated in her cum brought a smile to his face. For minutes at it time he would just keep his fingers buried inside of her to the knuckle while he just held and kissed her. Other times his hand would be a blur as he tried to get to cum in succession.

In this haze of cum and moans, he found Rarity straddling him, her hooves wrapped around his neck and her forehead pressed against his. Her magnificent blue eyes stared deeply into his as she moaned his name.

Her horn would glow every once in awhile, lifting his hand from her cunny and bringing it up to her mouth so she could lick them clean. Sometimes he’d try to lick them himself, which would end in the two of them sharing the mare’s cum between themselves.

When the sun had eventually began to set and Atticus’s hand was so sore and cramped that he could barely move it anymore, both him and Rarity found themselves lying in her bed.

The unicorn had a hoof draped over his chest. Her eyes were half-lidded, and there was a very small but very pleased smile on her face. She was looking up at him with an expression that made his chest tighten.

Leaning up, she planted a kiss on his lips before letting her head drop beside his. “Thank you very much, dear,” she whispered.

Atticus stared at her for several seconds. He could feel his heartbeat quicken, and he honestly had no idea why. His mouth opened and was about to say something when he noticed just how pretty the unicorn looked. She might have been covered in sweat, her mane might have made her look like a madmare, but she really was truly pretty. Beautiful even.

Cupping Rarity’s face, he began peppering her with kisses. Rarity let out a tired giggle, playfully batting at his stomach before returning each smooch. Atticus rolled the two of them over so that he pinned the mare to the bed. This allowed Rarity to wrap her back legs around him, making sure that he wouldn’t go anywhere.

“Did you miss me, dear?” she teased, rubbing her nose against his.

Atticus leaned back. “ Yeah,” he said, tracing a circle against her cheek.

Rarity seemed taken aback by the response. “Oh,” she said, a hint of a blush working its way onto her face. “...Well, I admit that I missed you too.”

Seeing her lips move as she spoke made Atticus want to continue kissing her, but he resisted the urge, if only barely. “Well, good. I’m happy we’re both happy to see each other.”

“Yes, very happy,” Rarity agreed, nosing his cheek as one of her hooves brushed against his groin. “I would also be very happy to return the favor for your kindness if you were willing, darling.”

Slowly, Atticus shook his head. “Nah, I think I’m alright,” he said, giving Rarity one last kiss before wrapping his arms around her. “I just want… I guess I just want to hold you for a little while. I think.”

Rarity’s smile widened. Pushing him into his side, she wrapped her hooves around his head. Kissing his cheek, she pressed his face against his neck while the tip of her horn glowed. All of the sex toys on the bed were levitated into the air and toward the bathroom. The blanket on the floor was lifted into the air and draped over the two.

“How could I say no to such a request, especially after you came in like a knight and shining armor,” she mused, running a hoof through his hair. “Just for a few minutes though, my dear. These covers need changed and I’m in dire need of a bath. You’ll join me, won’t you?”

Atticus nodded, nuzzling her neck.

Rarity laughed softly. “Wonderful. While we’re bathing together I’d also like to speak to you about the next theme of our “therapy” session…