Diplomats, Conferences and Unicorns
Another diplomatic day
Another day rises over New York City, a sightly gelid one by the way.
The year? Well, let's just say that the old date format became quite outdated since the rift. Not that Jesus was forgotten! Heavens no! But since the portal swung open, the humans as so the ponies too, started to count the time from this day forth.
This way, now it is 03/15/0017, or in the traditional format if you prefer; 03/15/2020.
Anyway, old format, new format, it doesn't really matter; what really matter right now is the alarm ringing inside room 2300 of Manhattan Midtown Hilton Hotel.
"Arrrrrgggggggggggggggggg"
And that's my friends, is the usual 'good morning' of Prometheus Widmore; only one of the one hundred and thirty two 'Planet Earth and Surroundings' diplomats.
Or just Prom for the close friends (Not to be confused with a prom, event in which people dance and talk about Jennifer's ridiculous dress).
After dealing with the 'fucking noise', as himself mentally described, Prom wriggled under the cozy covers for a while before-
"Oh my God!" He jumped from the bed; blankets falling on the floor, along with him of course.
Recovering the composure, Prometheus stood up and hastily grabbed the bedside clock, raising the innocent object to his eyes level.
07:38Said the reddish digital numbers.
"No no no no no!" Throwing the poor machine back on nightstand, he rushed to the bathroom; 38 minutes of lateness should be compensated somehow.
Yanking out his sleepwear on the way to the shower, he even forgot to take out the socks. Oh well, at least they will be clean and with a pleasant soap scent when I pack them
Body? Clean.
Teeth? Immaculately brushed.
Hair? Combed; exactly the way granny liked.
Dick? Cautiously positioned to the right side of his boxers; left side always gave him bad luck. (And was uncomfortable too)
Running back to his room, Prom checked the hours again; Almost eight 'o clock. From the wardrobe he retrieved a very classy (and expensive) suit. But that was no problem for him, diplomats earn a very good wage.
Precisely for that, Prometheus couldn't be late for absolutely nothing, because if he did so, there would be a long list of very prepared gentlemen, ready to replace him.
Throwing the damp socks inside a bag and closing it, Prom finished his morning affairs. Just another cologne spray here and there, "Aaaand Done!" He muttered
The man made a quick stop in front of the mirror to align his tie, taking the opportunity to rehearse one of his patented sexy smiles; since everything seemed to be working properly, he just got his bags and left. Silently praying to the gods for a fluid traffic. His next challenge?
Reach John F. Kennedy airport in less than a hour.
"Couldn't you go faster??"
"Mr. Widmore, this is the ninth time you ask me this. We're almost there!" The driver pointed to the airport terminal a few miles ahead.
"Your jet is not leaving without you, sir." He added.
To Prometheus cardiac arteries relief, they've reached the airport right on time. He threw his baggage inside one of those funny carts, and started a race through the main lobby hurriedly.
"Departure gate 9, departure gate 9..." One by one, he checked the signs over his head.
"Here!" He darted inside a large room.
Looking for any signs of her, Prometheus spun around his feet. "Where the hell did she-"
"Mr. Widmore! Over here!" Waved a mid twenties woman across the room. Sarah; his personal adviser, secretary, and almost everything you could imagine.
"Oh my god Widmore, are you okay?" She looked to his face apprehensively.
"Yes, yes... Very late, but nonetheless alive" He smiled. Sarah took his bags and signaled to a door.
"Right there- I tried calling you but you didn't answered, I was starting to think you was dead or kidnapped! It would be hard to explain you know?" They went into a side corridor. As an official diplomat, Mr. Widmore had some benefits, such as an escape route from that terrible air travels bureaucracy. I mean, what are the chances of a Diplomat hiding a bomb inside his ass?
Pretty much zero; or well... We hope so.
"...so I slept more than planned and this happened!" He pointed to his watch.
With an ear on the phone, and another one listening to her boss justifications, Sarah was a versatile girl. "Hmmm, okay, we're coming to the plane right now- Fine, bye"
"You're lucky, Celestia is going to arrive an hour later!" She chuckled.
"What?? Then I-I... did all of this... shit in vain?!" Exactly, human race was fooled by Princess Trollestia again.
"Come on, think positively; this way you'll have more time to talk with Ms. Rarity-" Sarah nudged him.
"Rarity?" Prom cocked an eyebrow. "What she has to do with me?"
"Oh I'm so sorry!" The girl facepalmed. "I completely forgot to tell you, Rarity was here in the city attending to a fashion congress - she would leave yesterday. But then, her plane presented some weird electrical malfunctions." After a short pause, Sarah resumed her explanations "Uh... As she was heading to the same meeting, I invited her to come with us."
The jet already waited for them on the runway, walking up the stairs they stopped by the plane door. "You don't have any problems with that, do you?"
Taking a glance inside the elegant passenger cabin, Prometheus spotted the unicorn fixing her mane on the window reflection.
"... Prometheus?" Sarah raised an eyebrow.
Without realizing, he was staring at the unicorn mare right across the corridor.
"N-no... There's no problem at all." He awkwardly smiled.
Rarity at this point had noticed the situation and now just politely observed everything from her seat. She had to admit, it was a personal dream to fly in one of these marvelous jets - instead of that old thing Celestia called a 'single-engine airplane'.
Everything here seemed to be perfect for somepony like her, despite the occasional awkward moments of course.
"Ahhh... I'm going to the crew's cabin, call if you need me." Sarah giggled and left.
He
Was
Alone
With-
"W-well... Hello, Ms. Rarity!" Taking the seat in front of her, Prom looked at the graceful mare facing him.
He had been in a couple of events where she was present, yet, never talked ~~face-to-face~~ - face-to-muzzle before. Prometheus was a knowledgeable man though; he knew much about Equestria, that Rarity was bearer of a magical element of her world, knew that she owned a high fashion boutique, and also knew she was-
"...Much hotter in person" Haven't I told you that Prometheus tends to think louder than expected?
She gaped at that.
"Oh my G-god!" He facepalmed "I'm so sorry- I-I didn't mean to-"
Rarity waved a hoof. "T-there's no need to apologize d-darling, I'm g-glad you find me... Umm... 'hot'. That's a compliment, I supoose" She tried to hide her blush.
"Yeah... It was-"
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Carl Zimmerman and I will be your Captain for today, the entire crew welcome you aboard of Gulfstream G-550/ Flight 878.
Our flight time will be of approximately six hours and twenty minutes. We will be flying from New York City/USA to London/UK
At this time, make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Also make sure your seat belt is correctly fastened. We advise you that as of this moment, any electronic equipment must be turned off. Thank you.”
Yes! Thank You!
Thanks to captain Zimmerman, Prom avoided one of that lifetime awkward moments, not that he was comfortable though.
Some time after the take off, the pilot gave that typical 'You may move around the cabin now' announcement, unfortunately, none of the two passengers seemed to be interested in moving out from their spots.
Sure, Mr. Widmore tongue really killed all the mood. And I'm not implying that was a 'mood' before.
Prom cracked his knuckles impatiently, for the fourth time or so in less than an hour. Not a single word spoken. At this point, the airplane floated above a thick layer of clouds, Rarity spent her time merely looking through the window.
Eventually their gazes locked, making almost impossible to keep the silence up; you could cut the tension in the air with a knife, if knives were allowed on board of course.
I can't handle this atmosphere anymore... How can I survive for more five or six hours, without shoving my head into a hole?
And the answer is:
"Do you like champagne?" Gathering the few droplets of pride still left behind, Prometheus gave a shot- He could lose it all, or save the day.
"Huh?" Rarity turned her attention to the nervous diplomat - a short distance separating them.
"Ah... W-well, I really need s-something alcoholic to drink. So I wondered; do you want some? Champagne, or I don't know... Whiskey? Do you ponies even drink? Oh my god, I'm sorry if I-"
"Champagne is... Fine. I think so." Rarity said.
Hallelujah!! Finally a successful approach, congratulations Mr. Widmore; we're proud of you.
"Oh... Very well then!" He smiled.
Pushing a button at his left armrest, he spoke in mid air -
"Sarah?" Rarity confusedly observed the action.
"Yes Mr. Widmore, need anything?" Her voice left the cabin speakers
"Could you please, bring us the drinks trolley?"
Author's Note
Hmmmm... I feel drunken clop coming on next chapter...
Please, remember to rate the story, either 'good' or 'bad', It's really important for me. And also, feel free to point any error/misspelling/'what the hell is this' you've found in the story.
Anyway, this is supposed to be a short fic, maybe two or three chapters, hope you like it!
Between drinks and international agreements
Author's Note
I usually don't write multi-chapter clopfics, but this one is asking for it! HU3
Anyway, next chapter shall be the last one, followed only by an epilogue of sorts...
Hope you like it! Misspellings, suggestions, critiques, feel free to comment. (And sorry for the lateness)
Between drinks and international agreements
Another diplomatic day
A couple of hours later...
"And then she said I had to fly inside that huge pile of scrap metal! I'm a bearer of-" She hiccuped "...an element of harmony, for Faust's sake!" Rarity tried to drink the last sip of her champagne, only to lose her magical grasp around the bottle.
Prom observed in awe, as the once gracious and elegant unicorn now stumbled over empty champagne bottles and broken glasses. Unfortunately, he knew nothing about the fact that ponies were much more sensitive to alcoholic beverages than humans.
Pretty much more.
"Miss Rarity... Are you okay?" She was (unsuccessfully) trying to levitate a whiskey bottle from the drinks cart.
"Sure darling I'm just going to-" *thump* "Ouch! Why did you do this to me your rude, stupid, thing!" She whined as the flask accidentally flew directly to her snout. Wine turned unicorns into terrible spell casters...
Okay, I just made an Equestrian diplomat drunk a few hours before the most important meeting since the rift crisis... I don't want her injured by a Jack Daniels too!
"Ahh... I regret to inform you, but I can't let you drink this stuff anymore." He stood up from his seat, and took the bottle away from her hooves.
"Why are you being so meeeean!" Prometheus grabbed the pony from the plane's floor and placed her down on a side couch, taking a seat by her side.
"Because you're already tipsy! And we still have the annual conference awaiting for us, I'm sure Princess Celestia wouldn't be happy to see you- Rarity, Rarity wake up!" Prom shook her
"I don't give a buck about this- Ah... How did you called it?"
"A conference?"
"That's it darling; I don't give a buck about this converence" She waved a hoof.
"You may not care, but I do! Dammit, they can't simply fire you, you're an element of harmony, but that's not my case." She just shrugged while he bent down to pick some glass shards from the floor.
"Also, if you haven't noticed yet, this is not my plane; it is from the government. If they exonerate me from my charge, I lose everything"
When the words 'plane' and 'lose' were mentioned, something seemed to ignite inside her mind.
"L-losing- Like... Forever?" She flinched.
"Yeah... I don't have enough money to afford one of these, so yes. Forever" Prometheus sighed and fell back on the couch.
For a couple of minutes they remained in silence- he was getting sightly worried about the unicorn, she was oddly quiet. Not talking nonsense, or vomiting over the carpet; no, Rarity was calm as a monk.
"Miss Rarity, are you sure you're-" He stopped in mid sentence when noticed a strange expression on her face. It was something between a come hither look and a severe case of migraine. Or maybe she was just ready to throw up- It was difficult to describe.
"Oh, sure my dear human friend... I was just thinking about planes- Your plane in special." Okay, at least she's not going to do another mess here
Not so soon Mr. Widmore. Not so soon.
"And... What exactly were you thinking about it?" He cocked an eyebrow to the pony.
Slowly, she moved closer to him, resting her forelegs over his knees.
"Well..." She fixed her mane with a hoof, and batted her eyelashes. " I thought about an old fetish of mine"
Oh right, it was just a- Oh fuck.
He pinched his nose.
"L-look Rarity- You're kinda drunk, and drunk peo- ponies... Are never completely sure about what's leaving their mouths, maybe we could just-"
"Have some naughty sex inside the plane?" She bit her lower lip. The human diplomat gasped in shock.
"Rarity! W-what the hell??" He pushed her away
"Oh, come on Prometheus, I'm not a filly anymore. I saw the way you looked at me..." In a sudden move, she grabbed his arm, pulling him closer again. "I'm sure you never had some fun with a mare before, isn't it?" She whispered in his ear. An alcoholic scent filling the air at each word spoken.
"I-I... Y-you better stop, really. I'm sure you'll regret saying all these things when you return to yourself." His voice trembled, not completely sure anymore.
"Regret? Oh dear..." She giggled softly, her warm breath close to his neck. "I regret nothing."
The fact she was probably out of her mind, shattered the last piece of what could have been an incredibly romantic moment. As the plane flew into the sunset, Rarity kissed him passionately, her long and lustrous mane gleamed under the reddish afterglow.
It was a wonderful moment, but in his mind, it still felt so wrong. Prometheus wasn't the kind of man who would take advantage of someone.
"Rarity stop..." He broke the kiss - She looked at him confusedly. "I-I... I like you, I really do... You're a wonderful mare, but- This isn't right."
"B-but ah... I want it, I'm not a drunken whore!" She stared at him disappointed.
"H-hey, I never called you a whore, never!" One of his hands moved to her cheek. "Look at me- you're not a drunken whore, I just thought It wasn't right to take advantage of you, that's all."
"Advantage? Prom, I'm the one trying to kiss you. Ponies have a fast metabolism, I'm not that drunk anymore." Rarity nuzzled his cheek. "Trust me... I'll not regret this, neither will you"
What's the definition of right and wrong?
For the first time since his teenage years, Prom wouldn't give a fuck about the answer. How many life-changing experiences did he missed?
It was hard to say. But at least for now, he could say it doesn't mattered, and these moments - of pure and immaculate joyousness, when you have no guilt or shame - are the rarest and more precious ones, that may be experienced in a lifetime.
The warm and inebriate air of her breath softly caressed his face, as their mouths followed a slow and entrancing dance, their tongues played with each other mindlessly, the taste of champagne still noticeable here and there.
Trailing down one of her hooves, she started to remove his grayish suit, first one side, and than the other.
"You don't want to crumple this one, my dear..." She levitated the tuxedo, carefully resting it on a nearby seat.
Rarity leaned over him, delicately unbuttoning his shirt. Her hooves were soft and skilled, after so many years working at the boutique.
He looked down at the white unicorn, the smooth fur of her chest caressed him in a way he couldn't even describe.
"Dear god..." He muttered. "A-are you sure abou-" He was silenced with a small kiss.
"Yes." She said. "I've never been so sure... Now take this pants out. They're way too expensive to get dirty."
"For Celestias's sake! You'll end up breaking my neck!" Rarity shout at him, as their bodies hit the walls. But It hurt so good...
Prom planted open-mouthed kisses on her neck, all the way up to her ears, the unicorn shivered as his tongue played with its sensitive skin.
"Do you like this, don't you?" He said. Rarity let out a muffled moan in response.
They were having so much 'fun' that the fasten your seat belts warning went completely unnoticed. Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic sea, the flight encountered a clear-air turbulence.
In a moment they were leaning against the wall, and not a second later, their bodies were thrown over the beverage cart. She screamed as Prometheus crashed on top of her, the bottles and drinking glasses shattered on the floor.
"Dear god, are you alright?" He hurriedly searched for any injuries. Almost instantly, a crimson fluid started to soak her fur. "Holy fuck, Rarity, you're bleedi-" Prom stopped in mid-sentence as the pony started to laugh.
He lifted her from the mess that was the floor, revealing some broken wine bottles.
"Silly human..." She poked him in the nose with a hoof. "This way they'll hear us, you know?"
"Soundproof walls miss, a courtesy for the diplomats privacy." The jet shook again, weaker this time. "Whoa, are you sure you wanna go on with this?" He asked her.
Taking advantage of the plane's instability, she pushed the guy out of balance, and shoved him to a couch.
"Hmmm... I think I'm feeling adventurous today." Rarity hopped on his lap, a considerable part of her fur was still soaked in red wine, it stained the mare's pristine white coat with reddish hues.
He couldn't help but wonder, how would she clean that in time for the conference. However, his perfectionist thoughts were interrupted when in a sudden move, she turned around and bit his boxers, bringing them down to his knees.
"Y-you're a hasty one, ain't ya?" His dick swung free in front of her face. She nuzzled his erection, making him shiver in anticipation.
"Hasty?" She giggled "But I was just getting started" Rarity gave his cock a slow and wet lick from bottom to top, wrapping her tongue around its throbbing head.
"O-oh damn-" He grunted, trying to grasp the leather seat.
She repeated the entrancing movement again and again, each time taking more of his cock inside her mouth, he squirmed in pleasure as the unicorn licked it as if she was sucking a lollipop.
The warmness of her muzzle was making the man crazy, Rarity's eyes looked at him lustfully from behind her violet lids. Placing a hand on her neck, he squeezed it softly while guiding his dick deeper.
"Ahhh- t-that's nice" His cock was already coated in saliva, and almost slid past her throat when he thrust a little bit further. The mare gagged and moaned, feeling his hot member sliding down her gullet again.
Making a quick pause to have some air, she used her experienced hooves to fondle his balls while intentionally teasing him with her breath, as if challenging Prom to shot his load right there.
She planted a wet kiss on its top. "Hnngghhh R-rarity please..." His dick twitched, a string of precum still connected to her lips.
'Hmmmm, you like this?'
"Rarity s-sto-"
'Let's see what you think now...'
A sudden wetness engulfed his cock, she twisted her head around it as she moved downward, taking his entire length at once.
"D-dear god, w-what- Ahhhhhhh" It was an immeasurable wave of delight, making it almost impossible for him to talk. Prometheus gasped and moaned, the sight in front of him was one of the most arousing he had ever seen.
She bobbed her head up and down, stopping only when her muzzle pressed against his belly. Not a minute later, he was panting, almost reaching his limit
"Fuck, I-I can't- I'm gonna cum R-rarity!"
Unexpectedly, as fast as she engulfed, the pony took out his dick from her mouth.
"I don't think so darling" She said, a mischievous smile on her lips. He just stared at her with a confused and sightly frustrated face.
"I have another plans for you..." She crawled over his body.
"Give me everything you have, I want you to fill me with your seed-" Rarity pressed her hooves against his chest. "Fuck me your idiot!"
