Proper Etiquette

The sound of hooves trotting against cold, hard dirt echoed throughout the night, and the snow-white unicorn let out a deep sigh, knowing she was running late for a very important date.

The streets of Ponyville were quiet, though not completely empty. Out of the corner of her eye, Rarity could see ponies lurking in the shadows, doing whatever questionable business they pleased. Rarity ignored them for the most part, as they were not any of her concern. She kept her eyes open for the usual restaurant. Rarity knew where it was; she had repeated the same route for months on end, to the point where she could remember the exact number of steps it took to get there.

Cutting through an alley, Rarity’s eyes picked out a few ponies doing business in it. She smelled the uncouth scent of special plants. The closer she got, the stronger the scent became, until eventually she was close enough to see the filthy mud ponies staring up at the night sky, eyes bloodshot and giggling at nothing in particular. She walked right by, not even giving them a second glance as she noticed the outline of her destination at the end of the alley. Hastening her strides, Rarity daintily swerved around trash and other unmentionable things on the ground on her way to the restaurant.

Exiting out of the alley, the area around her opened up, relieving the slight feeling of claustrophobia from her mind. Another sigh left her throat as she smiled and saw her destination ahead, adorned with bright, beautiful lights. The place was nothing fancy, but thankfully it had more class and substance than the rest of the town combined. It was a small restaurant run by a well raised, Canterlot-born unicorn, who wanted to leave the city and give the countryside a bit more class and sophistication. Rarity quickly learned of his name when he brought his restaurant to the town, and she became friends with him rather quickly. She even proposed a bargain for him as well. She would bring in customers and she would earn some extra bits in a rather ‘filthy’ manner as she liked to call it. As much as she loathed the task she gave herself, it did save her from going into her own bits to purchase new equipment for herself.

Thankfully her night would be quick; all she needed was enough bits to purchase a new sewing machine. That was worth two or three stallions, thanks to the rates she asked for. She knew she could charge whatever she wanted and stallions would still line up just to feel her magic touch. It would only be magic too; Rarity had no interest in physically touching stallions that were usually unwashed or carried the scent of their faithful wives on them. The only thing she loved about her dealings was that she made any stallion that sat with her dine with proper etiquette and treat her with the respect she deserved.

Putting her hoof to the door, she opened it and was greeted by the soft sounds of a violin, being played from a location she could not see. Instantly, four tables of stallions looked at her. Some were familiar, some were new, and though she knew lots of them would be heading home blue balled and ignored, she did smile at the fact that all of them had ordered something from the menu.

“Ahh, mademoiselle Rarity!” A cheerful and foreign voice sounded out, drawing her eyes to her new friend.

“Ah, good evening, Main Course,” Rarity answered back in a cheerful tone as she watched a light blue unicorn in a black and white tuxedo trot up to her from the kitchen. “I trust business is booming as usual for you?”

“Only because of you, miss Rarity,” Main Course said as his smile faded and he quickly looked around. “Though most of my… customers lack proper etiquette, they keep me in business.”

“True,” Rarity replied in a simple tone as her eyes looked around the room. “But I must admit, the ones that come here more often are slowly learning.”

“Only because they know that you won’t… ahem, service them,” Main Course replied back, knowing very well of what she did under the table.

“If a stallion, or even a mare, wants my services, they should act more proper.” Rarity’s tone quickly changed from her cheerful one to a tone more matching a Canterlot noble. “Speaking of which, I think I’ll service the most uncouth stallion here.”

“Oh?” Main Course replied, a bit confused to why she would mention such a thing. “Why service an uncouth stallion? Surely your palate desires a stallion who is slowly learning.”

“My repeat visitors are indeed learning,” Rarity told him as her eyes locked onto a pony that was looking at her with a big smile. “But I feel I should take another newcomer under my hoof.”

Seeing her eyes looking away from him, Main Course looked in the same direction as she was and noticed she had her eyes on a black pegasus with a small mohawk. Looking away from him, Main Course noticed that pegasus was a stallion who had the gall to ask if they cooked veggie burgers and hay fries; a dish the head chef almost fainted from hearing on his refined ears.

“That one, miss Rarity? He looks like a Wonderbolt rejeter,” Main Course replied with sharp, foreign tone in his words. “But I know you’ll not find another stallion more grossier than him.”

“He is sadly,” Rarity replied, the foreign word not lost on her thanks to her ability to learn more than just regular Equestrian. “But he is also a stallion that saved me from falling to the ground a while back.”

“Hmm, sounds like a tale I would like to hear about,” Main Course told her as his frown died down and felt a bit of admiration for the stallion he thought was uncouth.

“It’s a boring tale I assure you,” Rarity said as she turned for a booth near the window and began to walk for it. “I assume you have my spot all clean and ready?”

“Oui. I’ll have a waiter bring out your items and a menu,” Main Course replied as he walked towards the kitchen door, leaving Rarity to herself.

Sitting down, Rarity pulled herself across the elegant furniture and placed herself by the window. She looked out for a minute at the bright sky and smiled as a large cloud got pushed out of the way by a late working pegasus.

“Working this late, Dash?” Rarity said quietly as she saw the prismatic tail of her friend. “Somepony must have been snoozing too long like usual.”

Looking away from the window, Rarity looked back in the direction of the pony she would service first. Though she recognized his face and body, she never really got his name back at the Wonderbolt Academy. Though she was looking at him, the pony’s attention was on a white tie he was wearing and trying to adjust. She watched him for a few seconds, struggling and talking to himself as he tried to loop it back around to make himself presentable. Finally, after having her entertainment, Rarity flared up her horn and wrapped the tie in magic.

The pony wearing the tie almost screamed as it came to life but, quickly looking around, he saw Rarity was the one who was using her magic to manipulate it. The stallion calmed down but smiled back at her and knew he was the lucky stallion who would do business with her.  Feeling the gaze of others on him, he looked around and noticed several stallions glaring at him, upset to know that they wouldn’t be the first to feel her magic touch that night.  He smiled back at a few, and gave most of them a cocky smirk before he looked forward and waited for Rarity to put his tie in place. Once the tie was in place, the stallion looked at her and noticed she was beckoning for him to come and join her. Wasting no time, the stallion grabbed a bag of bits on the table with his teeth before he pulled himself out of his seat and trotted over to her table.

The stallion sat himself down at the opposite end of the table before laying the bag in front of him and giving Rarity another big smile. She said nothing and only smiled back as she grabbed the bag of bits with her magic and brought it closer to herself.

“I take it you’re here for my… services?” Rarity asked as she opened the bag and looked inside of it. “What’s your name?” she asked, needing a small reminder to what the stallion’s name was.

“Y-yes, ma’am,” the stallion replied with a nervous voice, showing her that he still carried the proper way to address a superior. “My name is Thunderlane, ma’am.”

“Ahh, Thunderlane,” Rarity replied as she noticed the stallion had a nice full bag of bits. “Forgive me, I never did catch your name back then.”

“No worries, ma’am. I uh… kinda lost my nerve after you hugged me,” Thunderlane replied as he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Seems you got it back,” Rarity noted as she smiled at him and started to levitate bits out. “You went from a stuttering pegasus to a stallion that wishes to be tended to by the best.” Rarity didn’t take her eyes off the bits as she spoke. “I’ll give you what you want from me, and even give you a discount considering our little past.”

“Oh? H-how much? Actually what are your rates, ma’am?” Thunderlane asked. His ears perked up at the word ‘discount’, but then he remembered that he had only heard about her from a few friends she serviced in the past.

“A lady of my skill set charges at a first time rate of fifty bits,” Rarity told him as she pulled thirty five from the bag. “Everything after that depends on how much you can learn about being prim and proper.”

“Prim and proper, ma’am?” Thunderlane asked, not sure what she fully meant by it.

“Simple, I charge my stallions based on how much table etiquette they have,” Rarity told him before she stopped and thought about a good example. “Imagine me as a princess in Canterlot and you have earned the right to dine with me. I’m sure you can figure the rest out yourself.”

Thunderlane listened closely to her words and quickly figured out what she meant. Before he spoke up, Thunderlane noticed he was resting his head on his hoof and quickly straightened himself up.

“Ah, seems you caught on pretty quickly,” Rarity replied with a chuckle in her voice as she put her bits to the side. “You’re already earning a discount in my books.”

“I… try my best, ma’am. Would… you like a glass of wine before you start?” Thunderlane asked, his throat a bit parched from dryness.

“Certainly,” Rarity replied with no hesitation, the mere thought of having a stallion buy her a drink filled her mind with giddiness. “I’ll take a glass of Primrose brandy.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Thunderlane said before he looked to a waitress nearby and waved her over.

“Yes sir, what can I get you?” The waitress asked in a sweet and well refined tone.

“Two glasses of Primrose brandy if you will,” Thunderlane asked, trying to put on a more refined tone himself.

As the waitress bowed her head and departed, Thunderlane noticed Rarity staring under the table out of the corner of his eyes.

“Ma’am? Did you drop something?” Thunderlane asked as he looked under the table, but Rarity had already pulled herself back up.

“No, no, just getting ready. I need to see the area where my magic can touch before I start,” Rarity replied casually as she straightened her back and fixed her mane.

“Ah, I see.” Thunderlane felt his heart speed up at the notion of getting jerked off by her magic. “But… what if anyone watches you?”

Looking to his side, Thunderlane noticed the stallions that hadn’t left were watching their table like vultures. As excited as he was to get jerked off, he quickly remembered that they were in a public area.

“Let them watch,” Rarity replied with a smile as she evened out her pile of bits. “They won’t see anything other than my horn glowing and you enjoying yourself.”

“But… they can see under the table,” Thunderlane noted, getting a bit more nervous about what was going to happen.

Before Rarity spoke up, the sound of the kitchen door opening caught their attention. Looking back, Thunderlane gave the approaching waiters a confused look while Rarity smiled as one of them held a diamond encrusted table cloth on their back.

“That stops them,” Rarity told him as she lifted her bits and watched the waiter put the cloth over the table. “It will hang over the edge and stop any little naughty stallions from getting a free show.”

Heh, poor suckers must feel like they’re about to watch a censored porno,Thunderlane thought. As he chuckled, he noticed Rarity was looking at him with a confused look and he quickly shut himself up. Both stayed quiet as the table was set and the waitress from before both served them a wine glass filled with a dark purple liquid. Moving his neck forward, Thunderlane sniffed it and smiled at how lovely it smelled before he noticed Rarity grabbing the glass with magic. He watched closely as she lifted it up and swirled the dark liquid around in the glass before taking a small sip of it. Feeling like he had to do so as well, Thunderlane picked the glass up with both his hooves and started to do what she did.

“Mhm, keep your back straight and swirl it more gently,” Rarity told him, giving him a small frown as the wine spilled over the rim and stained the cloth below.

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Thunderlane replied as he pressed his back to the booth chair and slowed down.

Rarity watched as the swirling liquid danced around the glass, no longer spilling until he brought it up to his lips and took a dainty sip, much like she did. As he put it down, Rarity looked away and grabbed a bit with her magic before she inspected the images of both princesses on opposite sides.

“Mhm, that’s pretty good,” Thunderlane said quietly as he gave his lips a lick and debated taking another drink, before he noticed Rarity looking at the bit. “Oh? Weren’t we supposed to toast to something before we drank, ma’am?”

Rarity looked at him and knew he was right. Laying the bit back on her pile, Rarity brought her hoof up to her mouth. Distracted by the shine of the bits, she cleared her throat and levitated the glass into the air.

“How unrefined of me,” Rarity spoke quietly as she gave the stallion an innocent smile. “Let’s correct that error, shall we? Shall we toast to good fortune for both of us?”

“Yes, ma’am. To good fortune for the both of us.”

Smiling, Thunderlane lifted up the glass and brought it to hers, letting a soft ding play out in tune with the music in the background. After the glasses touched, both brought the wine back and took another sip. While Thunderlane simply closed his eyes to enjoy the taste, Rarity continued to stare at her bits, counting the exact amount she would need after she was done with her current date.

“Quite an interesting taste this wine is,” Thunderlane spoke up, wanting to draw out the conversation with her. “Where is it from exactly?”

“Prance,” Rarity replied as she put the glass down and closed her eyes. “The owner imports all his wines from across the sea.”

“Wonder how much a-ah!” Thunderlane started to speak up but quickly got stopped as Rarity lit up her horn and he felt a rather warm and tingly sensation brush across his crotch area.

“Primrose is a rather expensive brand you should know,” Rarity spoke as she kept her eyes closed, picturing exactly what she saw under the table. “A regular bottle costs just under a hundred bits.”

“I… I see,” Thunderlane stammered out as he looked down and saw the same blue aura he noticed before touching him almost like it was studying the area it was in. “I… I guess I should be quiet while you work.”

“Nonsense, dear. I encourage you to talk to me while I work. Makes the situation less awkward and more enjoyable for the both of us,” Rarity replied as she moved her magic lower and started to rub his ball sack.

“Mhm, what… do you want to talk about, ma’am?” Thunderlane asked as his body tensed up and he did his best to remain calm.

“Lets talk about you, darling.” Rarity gave his nut a soft tug, urging him on.

“Ah! Well… as you know I tried to join the Wonderbolts, but sadly I didn’t make the cut,” Thunderlane told her as both his legs and wings fidgeted.

“Really? Seems kind of unfair that the hero who saved me didn’t make the cut.” Rarity concentrated harder and she felt the sensitive flesh hidden away start to grow.

“It was… kinda something I did on a whim honestly,” Thunderlane admitted. “I’m happier working here in Ponyville with the weather.”

“Oh? A stallion who doesn’t care for fame and fortune?” Rarity asked him as she purposefully made her voice more uppity. “Yet you partake in the pleasures of the rich.”

“Well I…” Thunderlane started to blush and felt his body heating up very fast. It was hard for him to talk while he tried to enjoy the awe-inspiring sensation of the magic around his erection. “I wanted to see how well you worked for a night.”

“Oh? Only for a single night?” Rarity asked as she sped up her magic and furiously stroked his erection, making him gasp and tremble. “Are you sure you don’t want to visit me again?”

“I-I didn’t mean it-ah!” Thunderlane was losing his composure more and more as she worked. He couldn’t keep up with the ever-changing directions her magic was going. She would tease his nuts, stroke the bottom part of his shaft before the ring, massage the ring itself, and even rubbed circles around the tip, making his whole erection twitch wildly. Part of his pride felt shamed considering he was getting off quicker than all the other times he clopped himself, but as his eyes trembled and his body fidgeted, both parties stayed quiet.

Rarity let both of them bask in silence as she worked her magic. As much as she loved conversation, her first timers only really cared about getting off quickly. She didn’t mind of course, and occasionally, as she worked, her eyes would catch the glint of her bits.

“Oh gods, I need to do this more often,” Thunderlane spoke under his breath.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Rarity asked innocently as she started to fatigue from the excess use of her magic.

“I-I have no problem visiting again, i-it’s just it may not be for a while, considering I’m trying to s-save up bits,” Thunderlane stammered out as he swallowed back the tension building up in his throat.

“Aww, I was looking forward to sharing a glass of wine with you on several more occasions,” Rarity said with a sigh as she looked to her bit stack.

“I c-can… Ahhh, damn I’m about to…” Thunderlane tried to remain as calm as he could be as he felt the surge of an orgasm starting to build up. In his peripheral vision, he noticed stallions looking at him and even the female waitress was watching the little struggle take place. The fact that he was being watched scared him greatly, but he found that knowing such made the stroking magic feel that much greater.

“Not bad, you held out longer than most stallions do their first time.” Rarity grabbed a bunch of napkins and floated them under the table before placing them against the tip of Thunderlane’s erection.

She loathed leaving the staff a mess under the table and continued to work him until he let out a muffled whinny. Though she couldn’t see it, she felt it in her magic as the sticky fluid erupted from his erection and coated the white napkins she placed. She watched Thunderlane’s body twitch and heard soft grunts as several spurts of seed caked the napkins. While her intentions were just, lots of it still dribbled onto the floor and it all came to an end as Thunderlane let out a deep sigh and relaxed his body.

“Oh wow, I-I feel…” Thunderlane stopped as he tried to catch his breath and turned his head to see what the other patrons were thinking.

Most of them were looking away, awkward expressions nestled on their faces as their legs fidgeted and their minds playing the out the situation as if it was them. Thunderlane looked away from the stallion and looked back at the waitress, noticing she had a soft red blush on her cheeks and a small smile directed at him. Part of his pride felt like it had grown a few sizes but he couldn’t help but realize something else.

“Damn, I-I just got off as ponies watched me,” Thunderlane said as he sulked and turned red faced.

“Aww, you look cute when you blush,” Rarity said with a chuckle as she crumbled the napkins into a ball and dropped it the floor. “Though, even with that, I take it you enjoyed your time with me?”

“Very much so, ma’am,” Thunderlane answered back as he looked down and saw his deflating dick travel back into his sheathe. “Once I get some extra bits I’ll surely do this again.”

Rarity smiled and looked forward to earning more of his bits and, to show she was eager for another visit, she used her magic one last time to give his empty balls a quick massage before dropping the spell.

“I’ll hold you to that promise, Thunderlane,” Rarity said quietly as she turned her head and started to figure out which stallion would be next. “I hope we can one day turn this into a casual pastime.”