Jazz Night

(Rarity x Noteworthy)

Requested by: SuperRob45

It was a quarter to midnight when Noteworthy finally finished his song. As the last few brash notes left his saxophone, the crowd began to stomp their hooves upon the wooden floor, filling the small tavern with a near deafening sound. He smiled and bowed down slightly, taking in his audience’s adoration in full; another successful night.

His eyes slowly scanned his surroundings; it seemed that half the town was here. The Galloping Mare almost seemed to be overflowing with ponies; some more inebriated than others. Among the crowd, he could see Ponyville’s resident clockmaker, Time Turner, at the poker table along with Comet Tail, Pokey, and Caramel. From the look on Turner’s face, he seemed to be winning the game. Sitting at the bar was Thunderlane, who was accompanied by his marefriend, Cloud Chaser. They were giving each other that googly eyed look that seemed to affect most couples whilst enjoying a couple of mugs of hard cider. In truth, Noteworthy never thought him, or even her for that matter, to be the lovey-dovey type. At the center of the room, sitting on one of the tables, was Lyra and her friend Bon-Bon. They were laughing about something that Noteworthy could not make out.

Full house tonight, he mused to himself as he began to pack his instrument, affectionately dubbed ‘Ole’ Saxy’. He softly placed Saxy in her case, careful not to be rough so as to not dent the brass finish. As he locked the lid in place, he heard the sound of heavy hoofsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw that that they belonged to the tavern keep, a stallion by the name of Bar Tap. He was a thick, burly bastard of an earth pony; a retired sailor who had seen many sorts of adventures during his youth. The harsh marks of age could be seen in his face, but it had certainly not affected the large muscles that made up his body.

“Another great show tonight, kid” he said in a gruff voice; a side effect of his affinity for Hoofvana cigars, “Yer certainly the natural.”

The blue stallion chuckled at the compliment. “All part of the job,” he smirked he placed the strap that carried his instrument case over his neck. “Anyways, I gotta get going.”

“Already?” asked Bar Tap, slightly disappointed. “Sure you don’t want a mug before you go? On the house.”

Noteworthy shook his head. “Can’t, already made a promise.”

“Ah, I get it.” Bar Tap smiled. “Isn’t yer anniversary tomorrow?”

Noteworthy smiled and nodded. “One year.”

“Ha! That long, eh? Surprised she ain’t thrown yer lazy flank out into the street.”

The musician frowned at this, but the firm pat on the shoulder that Bar Tap gave him some relief. “Relax kid; I’m just playin’ with ya. Now git outta here; wouldn’t want to keep that mare waiting.”

“Alright, see you next Saturday then.” With that, he began to make his way to the door before being interrupted by his boss’ boisterous voice.

"YA BETTER SHOW HER A GOOD TIME, OR THEY’LL BE TARTARUS TO PAY!”

Noteworthy smiled and waved back at the loud stallion and continued towards the entrance. On his way, he stopped by the poker table. Judging from the sly smile on his face, Time Turner was once again on the verge of robbing the poor souls playing with him of their chips. He examined the clock maker’s hand carefully and smiled.

“Four Aces” he said calmly. The other three ponies looked at him, then at each other and simultaneously folded their hands. Time Turner cursed out loud, angry at the loss of an easy win. He turned towards the pony that ruined his game, intent on giving a verbal thrashing but by that time, Noteworthy had already exited the tavern and ended up on the dark streets of Ponyville. He took a deep breath, savoring the fresh night air after being in that haze of cigarette smoke for hours.

As soon as his lungs were filled with fresh air, the blue pony began walking down the main street. It was as silent as a wake. Most of the townsponies were either asleep, in the tavern, or partaking in other “activities.” As far as he could tell, he was the only one walking the streets. Thankfully, Ponyville wasn’t anything like Manehattan or Fillydelphia. He felt safe despite being alone in the dark. Noteworthy enjoyed these country nights immensely; it was always so quiet and peaceful.

After a few minutes of walking down the lonely street, the musician finally arrived at his intended destination. It was not his own home, but it still held a special place in his heart; his second home. The exterior was shaped into that of an oversized carousel, not at all dissimilar to those that one could find in any fairground. The garish colors that adorned the walls once made his eyes bleed when he glanced at it, but now, the sight of them gave him a warm feeling in his chest.

He approached the brown wooden door and turned the knob; locked, of course. Thankfully, he knew the solution to the predicament he was facing. The stallion looked down at his hooves, spotting the square placemat that read “Welcome”. He pulled the top right corner of the mat with his teeth, smiling a bit when he spotted his prize. It was a small, shiny silver key; the spare. Holding down the corner with his hoof, Noteworthy picked up the key with his mouth, wincing at the metallic aftertaste. He brought it to the metal lock situated above the knob and inserted it into the slot.

Noteworthy turned the key until he heard a satisfying click. Satisfied with his accomplishment, he pulled the key out of its home and placed it back under the mat. Once again, he turned the knob; this time, it turned completely and the door squeaked open. He quickly entered the boutique and closed the door behind him.

As expected, all the lights were turned off. However, Noteworthy had definitely not expected the rows of small, lit candles; each placed parallel to each other as they created a sort of path towards the stairs that led to the second floor. Each one gave off a faint smell of lavender; a definitely pleasant smell. There was another peculiar thing that caught his eye: a venerable army of rose petals. Like the candles, they were placed in a way that they all led to the stairs.

“Well, this is strange,” Noteworthy muttered to himself. Slowly, he followed the petal trail towards the staircase, noticing that there were more of them on the steps. Curiosity got the best of him and so he began his ascent towards the second floor.

It wasn’t long before he reached the second floor. The same sight that he witnessed downstairs greeted him as he stared down the hallway before him. This time, the long procession of candles led to a single door; a door that he had become familiar with for the past year. He approached it silently, taking care in not making any noise that might disturb his mare’s beauty sleep. When he reached the door, however, he saw that it was slightly ajar with a faint light shining through the crack. Slowly, he pushed it open, wincing as it made a slight creaking sound.

However, out of all the strange sights that confronted him in the boutique, what he was witnessing now put them all to shame.

In front of him, lying on the large four poster bed that he had laid on many times, was his mare. She had not been sleeping as he had expected; no, she was wide awake, it seemed.

“Hello, darling,” purred Rarity.

Noteworthy began to feel heat creeping into his cheeks as he took in the sight of his marefriend. His eyes took in the sight of the unicorn before him. She was wearing a black, silky dress that cut just above her flanks. Wrapped around her hips were a pair of black lacy panties that accentuated her luscious curves.

“Uh...” was all that Noteworthy could say as his eyes looked over her beautiful body. He could feel his heart rate skyrocket and his breathing quicken as the mare in front of him began to giggle.

“Are you merely going to stand there all night, or are you coming to bed?”

It seemed like months had passed before Noteworthy could form cohesive syllables. “What...what is this?” he managed to eek out, his mouth feeling as dry as the Saddle Arabian desert.

She stretched out along the bed, somehow making her look much gorgeous than before. “Well, in about,” she glanced towards the small clock on the nightstand next to the bed, “two minutes it shall be exactly one year since we first began this relationship. However, I thought ‘why wait a whole day to indulge when we can do it much earlier?’ So, here we are.”

Noteworthy couldn’t help but smirk at this, that smirk that she absolutely enjoyed. “So, you planned all this?”

“Well, I don’t mean to brag, but yes.”

He chuckled; “Aren’t anniversaries supposed to be all fancy romantic dinners and go out to the beach and stuff?”

“Oh, there will be time for that later. Besides, I see that another part of you isn’t objecting to this,” her eyes trailed down towards the stallion’s nethers. He looked down as well and saw that his “equipment” was beginning to rise to full mast.

“Well, it seems two of us are excited,” he chuckled.

“You two aren’t the only ones,” Rarity purred, “Now, are you just going to stand there staring at me, or are you coming to bed darling?” She laid her head upon her fore hooves, a look of mock boredom on her face.

“Well, as the wise ponies say, ‘no time like the present.” He unhooked the strap of his instrument case from his neck and gently placed the box on the floor, making sure that his livelihood remained undamaged.

Rarity couldn’t help but to scoff at this. “Honestly,” she said, “sometimes I think you love that saxophone of yours more than you love me.”

A sly smile formed on Noteworthy’s face; “Are you jealous?” he asked.

“What?” she sputtered, “Me? Jealous of an instrument? Preposterous!” Her face began to turn read, while the stallion began to laugh.

“I’m just joking, sweet cheeks. Ole Saxy can’t hold a candle to you.” He began to slowly make his way towards the bed, his steps sounding loudly on the wooden floors. As he reached it, Rarity laid down on her back, ready to embrace him. The stallion happily obliged, climbing on top of the soft mattress and wrapping his forelegs around her back, a move she reciprocated.

Their lips immediately met as they embraced, the aroma of her lavender perfume entering his nostrils; a pleasant scent to say the least. He could taste the sweet residue of strawberries on her lips as they kissed. Their lips remained pressed together until Noteworthy felt a tongue slide across his own lips, begging for entrance. He opened his mouth to oblige, and he felt the foreign object probe around the inside of his mouth, feeling every single nook and cranny. His own tongue remained still as he enjoyed the attention he was getting.

Disappointing as it was, the ever pressing need for oxygen forced the two lovers to separate. However, Noteworthy did not stop there. He began to kiss along her jaw, down towards her white neck. The stallion began to suck on the flesh there, causing Rarity to moan softly at his ministrations; oh, how he loved that sound.

His kisses trailed even farther down, down from the neck towards her chest. Each spot that was touched by his lips felt warm on Rarity’s fur. The trail soon came upon the edge of the fabric that hugged the mare’s hips, a noticeable wet spot forming upon it. Noteworthy could smell the scent of the aroused unicorn; it made him all the more excited. Not wanting to waste any more time, his took the edge of her panties with his teeth and began to pull it off. She lifted her bottom in order to make it easier for him to take them off.

With the obstructing fabric finally out of the way, Noteworthy stared at his prize. Her lower lips were already soaking wet and swollen. The thick musky smell was overpowering his nostrils, but he did not mind.

“Are you just going to stare at it the rest of the night?”

Noteworthy looked up and smiled at the impatient look etched on her features. Without needing to be told twice, he tongue dived right into her. The suddenness of his attack made her gasp, but it was immediately replaced a long moan of pleasure.

No matter how many times he drank in her juices, he never got tired of it. He relished exploring every inch of his lover’s flower and basking in the taste of her nectar. His snout rubbed against her exposed clitoris, causing Rarity to squeal in pleasure. Every sound she made, every gasp, every moan, every squeak served only to make him more aroused.

Eventually, much to Rarity’s disappointment, he stopped giving her slit the attention she wanted. “Why… did you stop?” she asked desperately, “I was so close.”

“I think it’s time we got really serious.”

Raity knew all too well what he meant; she gave him a seductive smile. “Well then, let’s not dilly dally anymore.”

Noteworthy began to crawl right back on top of her, only to be stopped by her hoof.

“Aren’t we forgetting something?”

“What are you talking about?” he inquired.

With an annoyed sigh, she used her magic to open a drawer on the nightstand next to the bed. After a bit of rummaging, she procured a small, square plastic wrapper; “This,” she answered.

The stallion rubbed the back of his head and laughed embarrassingly; “Oh right. That.”

He took the wrapper and began to apply the protective sheath whilst a seemingly bored Rarity began to inspect her hooves. After a minute or so, the blue earth pony re-assumed his former position above his love, positioning himself above her entrance.

“Ready?” he asked. His answer came in the form of a soft kiss upon his lips. Slowly, he began to push himself into her, causing both ponies to moan. They remained connected that way for a bit, enjoying the pleasurable feeling they were experiencing. Soon, Noteworthy pulled himself out until only the head remained inside and then pushed back in. As Rarity squealed, he felt her insides clench his pride, causing his pleasure to grow.

Eventually, he began to work up a rhythm, thrusting into her slowly at first. Their bodies began to heat up, causing them to sweat profusely. The otherwise quiet room began to fill with the sounds of their intense love making.

The two lovers stared longingly into each other’s eyes, and their lips joined together in a longer embrace. Their tongues swirled around each other, neither vying for complete dominance. As they kissed, Noteworthy began to pick up the pace in his thrusting. Rarity broke this kiss as she began to pant uncontrollably. Her hind legs wrapped around his back, pulling him deeper into her. He reached down towards her clit and began to rub it, intent on pleasuring her even further. Her small pants were replaced with long, primal guttural sounds that surprised even Noteworthy.

“Yes! Right there! Oh Goddess!” Noteworthy could feel that she was about to reach her peak soon. Her walls were beginning to grip his member tighter than before. He began to gyrate his hips, which made her shriek.

“Getting close, babe?” he whispered into her ear.

“Yes! Please don’t stop, my love!” She wrapped her forelegs around his neck and dragged him down for another kiss.

Eventually, her climax hit her like a ton of bricks. She let out a loud scream, uncaring as to whether her neighbors could hear. Wave upon wave of pure, undiluted pleasure wracked her sensitive body, and rush of fluids began to flow out of her slit. The stallion thrust into her a few more times, his own orgasm finally hitting him. With a loud grunt, he shoved his stallionhood deep into her and released him love. Thankfully, the strong plastic that was covering him prevented any of his seed from entering her womb.

They remained laying there, basking in the afterglow. Eventually, he pulled out of her and settled beside her, wrapping his strong fore legs around her. They did not say anything, opting instead to merely lay there in each other’s warmth.

Eventually, Noteworthy broke the silence permeating the bedroom; “So, best Anniversary present yet?”

She pondered for a moment before answering. “Well, so far yes. Though, there are still more Anniversaries coming.”

He chuckled and planted a kiss upon her forehead. “I love you babe.”

“And I love you, my jazz colt. Now,” she pushed him so that he was on his back and she on top of him, “ready for round two?”

He gulped; this was going to be a long night.

Author's Note

This took me much longer than I wanted, and I apologize greatly for that.