Thief of Hearts
Rainbow dash shifted her hooves irritably. “Come on, Rare, hurry it up! Someponies are already out!”
“Fixing an outfit takes time,” Rarity sniffed. “The rip you got in your costume was huge. I’m only just now finishing.”
“Humpf!” she snorted. “Whatever. What are you being?”
“I am the Jewel thief,” Rarity said dramatically. “I steal rare beauties from all over the world!”
“That’s stupid.”
“Beg pardon?”
“A thief isn’t scary, it’s just a criminal. So it’s stupid.” Rainbow dash declared.
“Oh, really?” she cast her blue gaze upon the arrogant mare before her. “At least I have a new costume; you’re being the same thing as last year.”
“Yeah, but my costume is cool and scary,” she fluttered her wings. “So it’s fine to wear it again.”
“A thief is very scary,” Rarity growled. “Imagine if you were peacefully sleeping one night and you heard a noise downstairs. You crept, slowly, down the stairs and saw a pony running of with all your expensive prized possessions! What then, Rainbow dash? What then?”
“Then I beat them up and get my junk back!” Rainbow dash leapt onto her hind legs, making boxing motions with her hooves.
“You would do that, wouldn’t you?” The unicorn used her magic to lift her friend’s costume from the machine and examine it. “I guess I’ll just have to keep you here so you can protect me.”
“What, like a bodyguard? I could totally do that!” The Pegasus proclaimed.
Would she actually do that for me? A lump rose into her throat and she dropped the outfit. “I-I, um, it’s done. You can put it on now.”
“Finally!” Rainbow dash swooped over and picked it up, hugging it to- Rarity couldn’t help but notice- strong, lean chest.
“Well, I’m going to go get my costume. Goodbye!” She galloped away up the stairs quickly.
Oh my, she slammed the door behind her and sunk to the floor, holding a hoof to her head. It was that feeling again, the one that had kept popping up unannounced ever since Rainbow dash had saved her at the Best Young Fliers competition. I can’t! I can’t feel this way for my friend! But I do…
Rarity swallowed hard. Forget it, just like you always do. Get up, get dressed, and go back to her, but don’t let her know how you feel. She nodded, obeying the voice in her mind and heading towards her closet to find her Jewel Thief costume. She floated it out and stepped into the silky black fabric, zipping it up neatly and balancing a beret studded with a diamond on her head.
“Rarity? You ‘kay?” She jumped at the familiar scratchy voice on the other side of the doorway.
Hoping her voice wouldn’t shake, she replied. “I’m just fine, darling. Do come in.”
The door slid smoothly open without a creek. Rainbow dash stepped in and Rarity drew a quiet breath. Her costume hugged her toned, athletic body perfectly.
“Um, your costume’s cool.” The Pegasus said awkwardly.
“I thought you didn’t like it?”
“I just thought it was a bad idea.” She muttered.
Rarity smiled. “Well, I’m glad you changed your mind. And your costume is nice too.”
“It’s awesome!” Rainbow dash soared into the air, flapping her wings energetically. “You did a real good job, I think it’s actually better than it was before.”
She blushed. I can’t take this anymore! Her legs trembled. “R-rainbow dash,” she stuttered. “I- I…”
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Rainbow dash’s voice was soft, caring. “You look kind of nervous.”
“I am nervous.” She mumbled quietly but Rainbow dash heard.
“Why?”
“Oh, um, I, er,” Rarity rubbed the back of her styled mane. “I changed my costume.”
“You did?” The mare raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
“Yes, no, well, kind of,” she struggled to find words. “I just changed the name.”
“So what are you now then? Is it scarier? Come on, stop stalling!”
“I don’t know,” she replied meekly. Sucking in air, she struck a dramatic pose. “I am the Thief of Hearts,” she dropped down again, closed her eyes, then opened them again. Now, the final step. “Can I… you know… steal your heart?”
Rainbow dash looked confused, tilting her head, then her face lit up. Rarity could barely breathe. “Oh! You’re going to be a cannibal! That is scary. Come on then, eat my heart!”
“No!” she screamed in frustration. How dense can you get? Please don’t make me repeat myself. “I am not a cannibal!”
“But you said you were a Thief of Hearts?” her friend looked confused. “And you were going to steal my heart?”
“I didn’t mean it that way. It was metaphorical.” Rarity huffed.
“Then what did you mean?” Suddenly her face was very close, a pair of burning pink orbs staring intently into her eyes. Her chest tightened, the pounding of her heart loud in her ears. She felt a burst of confidence and put on her best seductive look, refined from years of charming stallions to her will.
Rarity trotted neatly around Rainbow dash so she was at her side, faces close again. “I meant, my dear, that I wanted to be closer to you,” she swirled a hoof around the blue mare’s chest, watching carefully as her magenta eyes widened. She is very much like a stallion, so this should work well on her. She paused her hoof above Rainbow dash’s heart, holding back a squeal at the fast beating she could feel. “I wanted you to know that I like you more than our other friends,” Rarity slid her pristine white hoof up and curved it around her neck. “I wanted you to know all the dirty little thoughts I have about you,” she’s blushing! Oh, what a delightful shade of red! “I wanted to make you love me.” Then, the final stage. Gently, she touched her lips to her friend’s.
Rainbow dash’s lips were warm, softer than she had imagined time and time again. She could feel the heart radiating from their bodies, see as her eyes slowly slanting into a cocky, sexy look as she kissed back. Hard.
Rarity made a sound in the back of her throat, leaning in towards the kiss. She squeezed her eyes shut, wanting no distractions. Finally, Rainbow dash broke away and she fluttered them open again to look at her.
“I wanted to kiss you.” She added breathlessly.
“Then you can,” Rainbow dash’s smirk caused her heart to accelerate even more. “I have to say, I think I like your new name, but why don’t we keep it just for us?”
“Agreed.” She said.
“Now, let’s go,” Rarity felt a pang of disappointment at those words. “Don’t worry- you can be the Thief of Hearts later, and we can have some fun.”
Feeling like a giddy filly for what lay ahead; she followed her marefriend out the door and into the night.
Author's Note
I haven't wrote a story before, so I'd love some feedback on what I could do to improve.
