Nightmare at the Gala(Con)?by Naughty_RankoChaptersFriday, August 1st - 09.30Saturday, August 2nd - 09.30Saturday, August 2nd - 14.00Saturday, August 2nd - 20.00Saturday, August 2nd - 22.00Sunday, August 3rd - 09:30Friday, August 1st - 09.30Prologue: The Nightmare Continues “Your darkness cannot survive in the light. Loosen your grip on generous Rarity's heart and let her speak.” With those words from its former host, the Nightmare was compelled to let go of Rarity. One by one the other Element-Bearers intruded upon their shared mind, conjuring up the memories of good times with her friends of which the formless presence had no part of. “There is no power that can stop me now! Your body is mine! You will be remembered, Rarity, but as the darkest and cruelest ruler ever known!” It had been too long. The Nightmare couldn't afford to lose now. A thousand years trapped on the moon, defeated by these six mares upon its return. There was no way it would let Rarity go and it hung on with every ounce of its power. Slowly but surely it began to regain control over their body, intruding upon the thoughts and memories, making them its own. Soon there would be no more Rarity, there would be no more Nightmare, there would only be Nightmare Rarity. “You mean everything to me. Please come home.” These were the words that the dark entity couldn't comprehend. It had felt friendship from Rarity, a sisterly bond from Luna. But this was altogether different. The words and thoughts of the young dragon Spike carried something else. Something not so easily defined and it would prove to be fatal. While the Nightmare couldn't comprehend, Rarity reacted more strongly than she had to any of the other voices. It felt like her heart, so recently almost consumed by darkness, was quivering with feelings. Damn this dragon, the Nightmare thought. Why was he so resilient to its powers? It had offered him to be a king, to be at Rarity's side forever. What was this undefinable quality between the two of them? And for some reason Rarity seemed to respond to him. Though no words were spoken, there was a constant back and forth of feelings between the two of them, rising in an unstoppable crescendo. The Nightmare fought back, filling her mind with doubts about her friends' love for her, dark promises of great power and fabulous wealth. But whatever dream or nightmare it conjured up in her mind, Rarity's heart remained locked onto the little dragon, until in the deepest parts of her conscience there was a singular, unspoken thought. “Spike. I love you, too.” With an inhuman shriek the dark power let go of Rarity. It was as if the feelings were burning it. Where it was able to combat the warm, fuzzy friendship before, this was intense and to a being of utter darkness, for the lack of a better word, utterly terrifying. While the ponies were celebrating their victory, the Nightmare retreated in agony, rising into the sky as a black smoke. Even the absolute cold of space, as it passed the outer atmosphere, could not lessen the burning. What was this strange emotion called love? But for now there was nothing else to do. It would return to the moon, rest and recover its power for maybe another thousand years. There was no way to destroy it. There could be no light without dark. It was eternal and it would return. Suddenly the Nightmare stopped, feeling a strange pulling sensation from the last place it had expected. It was as if the moon was calling it from earth. This was interesting. It knew that Luna and the rebellious denizens of the moon would try to track it down soon, so it had planned to hide on the dark side of the moon. But this presented a new possibility and a better chance to find a new host. But where did the sensation come from? It seemed strangely out of place. Only then did the realization come. The phases of the moon opened and closed pathways to other realities. It was a gamble. The entity known as the Nightmare could be stuck in another world for who knew how long. But on the other hoof it would be the perfect hiding place from the alicorns and the Elements of Harmony. Making a fateful decision, the Nightmare altered course and reentered the atmosphere, passing through realities as well as layers of air as it was guided by the familiar pull of the moon. Time and space had little meaning for the Nightmare as it primarily existed in the minds of ponies, so it couldn't exactly tell how long the journey had taken. All it knew, was that it now resided in a strange room which was almost completely dark. There was only one source of light. A glass case being lit by several lamps. Inside lay a rather ordinary looking gray rock. But the Nightmare knew that it was special. How did a piece of the moon make it to earth in this dimension? Its attention fell on the plaque at the bottom. “Der Mondstein mit der Deutschlandflagge kam mit der letzten APOLLO-Mission zur Erde. Er wurde der Bundesrepublik Deutschland 1973 vom damaligen … “ The Nightmare stopped reading. What language was this? There was a document next to it. The script on this one looked more like Equestrian. The Apollo lunar landing program conducted by the United States has been brought to a successful conclusion. Men from the planet Earth have reached the first milestone in space. But as we stretch for the stars, we know that we stand also upon the shoulders of many men of many nations here on our own planet. In the deepest sense our exploration of the moon was truly an international effort. It is for this reason that, on behalf of the people of the United States I present this flag, which was carried to the moon, to the State, and its fragment of the moon obtained during the final lunar mission of the Apollo program. If people of many nations can act together to achieve the dreams of humanity in space, then surely we can act together to accomplish humanity's dream of peace here on earth. It was in this spirit that the Untied States of America went to the moon, and it is in this spirit that we look forward to sharing what we have done and what we have learned with all mankind. Signed, President Richard Nixon March 21, 1973 Now this was an interesting surprise. Those two-legged creatures had gone to the moon, and without the help of any magic it seemed. Then again it was the very reason the Nightmare had been able to come here, the single piece of moonstone acting like a beacon. Though all this talk of cooperation and peace made them sound almost exactly like those friendship-loving ponies. As it took in the images of all those so-called humans all around it, it decided that a disguise would be important, if it were to explore this world. As luck would have it, trying to hang on to Rarity's memories and emotions did accomplish one thing. The Nightmare had enough strength left to produce a magic copy of her body. It would do for now. As the Nightmare reconstituted itself in a swirl of dark energy, it made a point of including all of Rarity's being, even the emotions it didn't understand. For the briefest of moments Nightmare Rarity stood reborn, before her body changed once again from her pony form to something more human. Walking up to display case again, she looked at her reflection in the glass. It was strange, standing on two legs, but since Rarity had been an attractive mare in her own right, her human form reflected that fact. The hair was still that sparkling violet with the white streak and her blue eyes shone like stars in the night. Her skin, just like Rarity's coat, was spotless. “What are those for?” Nightmare Rarity asked, seeing the two large protrusions on her chest and taking them in both her hands. She didn't know what relevance they held to humans, but she did like the way they bounced. “I think I'm rather gonna enjoy this body.” “Halt! Keine Bewegung!” Nightmare Rarity turned around at the sudden voice and saw a man in what seemed to be a uniform, pointing some kind of object at her. As far as she could make out from his demeanor, it was probably a weapon. She took a step towards him. “Stehen bleiben oder ich schieße. Sie … Sie sind verhaftet ...” She smiled disarmingly at him and approached him even more. It was clear from his stuttering that her beauty had an effect on him. From what little she had observed so far, humans generally didn't run around naked, yet her spell had failed to produce any clothes for her due to a lack of reference. “Well, what do we have here?” The man tried without much luck to keep his eyes from wandering all over her body. Love was beyond her, but lust was something she could understand. To her surprise he began to speak in the language she knew as Equestrian, although with a horrible accent. “You are not supposed to be in here, Miss. The museum is closed.” “Oh, I'm so sorry,” she replied innocently. “I'm just really fascinated by the moon.” “I can see that,” the guard replied and finally put away his weapon. Ah, men were a lot like stallions it seemed. They didn't really perceive an unarmed mare as a threat. Then he reached out his hand. “Come on, we'll find you some clothes, and then we're gonna get you some help.” Nightmare Rarity took the hand and pulled him closer to her, planting a kiss on his surprised face. Then she gave him a glance that would make any man melt. “How about we stay right here and you get out of your clothes? They do look uncomfortable,” she whispered as she began to unbutton his shirt. * * * You awaken to the sound of your alarm clock and blink a few times to shake off the last bits of sleep as you unceremoniously slap the snooze button. What a weird dream, you think to yourself, while looking at the My Little Pony comic book issues lying next to your bed. It feels like you've been having it every night for the past week. It certainly hasn't lost its effect on you, as is clearly evident by the tent you've pitched. “Well, Nightmare Rarity is damn hot,” you chuckle to yourself. “Can't blame a guy for imagining what she would look like as a human.” You still decide that maybe it's better to take a break from rereading this particular issue over and over again for the time being. Your eyes drift back at the clock that announces the time as 9:30 in the morning and then to your calendar. August 1st. The date is circled in red. Suddenly you're wide awake and a goofy grin spreads across your face. “It's finally here,” you say to no one in particular as you jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom. The grin persists even as you brush your teeth and apply the hair gel to tame your brown hair. “Looking good, Phillip,” you tell the reflection in your mirror. “No girl can resist those sparkling, green eyes.” Yes, it is a bit silly and there have been plenty girls who could and did resist your passionate gaze. But it's part of your morning ritual and you wouldn't change it for the world. By the time you come out of the bathroom and put the toothbrush and toothpaste into the sponge bag atop your suitcase, the alarm clock goes off again, indicating that you've spent less than five minutes getting ready. Looks like the excitement made you rush. You throw on a jeans and t-shirt, check the luggage one last time and are already halfway out the door, when your hand feels your empty pocket. “Ticket,” you mumble to yourself and return to the bed in your tiny one room apartment. Of course it's right there on the nightstand. Two tickets for GalaCon, the big European brony convention in Germany. Somehow the carefully laid out plan, you had for this morning, has gone out the window due to excitement. Your eyes linger for a moment on the second ticket, still lying there. When you bought them three months ago with your hard-earned cash, this was supposed to be a trip for two. Finally you shake your head, putting both tickets away. There's no point in dwelling on it. You are gonna have a great weekend and who knows, maybe you'd even meet someone new to fill that void in your life. But either way, you are determined to make this … “The BEST NIGHT EVER!” you declare with your fist raised high and marching out the door, preparing for the 10-hour train ride from your hometown Cottbus to Ludwigsburg. Saturday, August 2nd - 09.30Part 1: The Queen of Cards “... konnte die Identität der dreisten Diebin noch nicht geklärt werden. Das Deutsche Museum München hat derweil den betörten Nachtwächter entlassen. Eine Belohnung von zehntausend Euro wurde für Hinweise in Aussicht gestellt, die zur Überführung der Verdächtigen oder der Auffindung des Mondsteins führen könnten. Damit zurück ins Studio.” You've been listening intently to a news report on the car stereo. It couldn't be … and yet could those similarities really be a coincidence? “Also echt! Leute gibt's!” The cab driver laughs loudly. “What was that about?” Takagi, a brony from Japan sitting next to you, asks for a translation, since his German is rather limited. The two of you met yesterday on the final leg of your train journey. Realizing that you were both in town for GalaCon and staying at the same hotel, you decided to meet up early this Saturday morning and share a cab to the Schlosspark in Ludwigsburg. “Well,” you say a little flustered. You're not even sure you understood it, even though German is your native language. “Looks like a naked woman broke into a museum in Munich and stole one of the original moon rocks from the Appollo 17 mission.” Ugh, that sounded dumb, even as you said it. Takagi blinks at you a few times, trying to decide whether or not you were making a joke. “Like … phantom thief? I only see stuff like that in manga.” “I guess so,” you respond lamely, scratching your cheek. You decide not to mention the similarities to the recurring dream you've been having. No point in making your new acquaintance think of you as a weirdo. You arrive at the venue without further incident and split the taxi fare between the two of you. Luckily it doesn't take too long until you get your passes, and you both head into the foyer. “Looks like we got in early,” you point out. “We've got some time until the opening ceremonies.” Takagi nods. “I wasn't gonna go for that anyway. Wanna go check out the artist alley with me?” “Nah, I'm gonna head up to the first floor. See you later for the Pixelkitties panel?” “Sure.” The aspiring manga artist gives you a friendly wave and heads off. As he vanishes between the booths, you're momentarily worried that his head could fall off, as he tries to look left and right at the same time with sparkling eyes. Having climbed the stairs, you get an eyeball on the theater, the Bürgersaal and the Silchersaal. Good, you wouldn't want to get lost, when the panels you want to attend start. Looking around, though, it becomes clear that right now all the volunteers are still in the process of setting up. The opening ceremony isn't for another half hour. Maybe Takagi had the right idea, but you want to take your time with the stalls. You don't want to get caught up browsing and end up missing the ceremony. This is your first con, so you have to be there for the opening. There's gotta be something else to kill half an hour. You get back to the lobby and notice a bunch of people off to the side of the main entrance. Restrooms? Couldn't be, considering the flashes from the crowd. Why would anyone photograph the toilet? As you draw closer, you realize that it's the classic- and boardgames room. Of course the main draw is the recently released MLP collectible card game. Pushing past the people in the doorway, you notice several tables set up. In the center there's a girl sitting at one of them … no, that can't be a simple girl! It's gotta be a model or something. Her hair is bright red, and she seems to be sporting an Izayoi Aki cosplay, a pretty revealing one at that. “Look over here, please!” someone shouts. Smiling, she looks in that direction, and you feel like you're going deaf from the sound of multiple camera clicks going off at the same time. Doesn't look like she minds the attention, although her smile seems kind of forced as she asks: “Uhm, doesn't anyone want to play the game?” The chatty group of males suddenly goes quiet. “Against the Queen of Cards? No way. I heard, she sent the last challenger run away crying,” one of them whispers. “No kidding,” someone else confirms. “I was here, when they opened the room. There was an exhibition match against one of the game's creators and she crushed him, even though they were both using unmodified starter decks.” Queen of Cards? You notice the sign next to the table: Starter Challenge! Beat our instructor in a Best of 3 match, using a starter deck, and you get to keep the deck. Plus you walk away with a limited holo card printed especially for GalaCon! Hm, you've been wanting to try this game for a while now, but had nobody to play it with. Since this is a starter challenge, it should be fine, right? “I'll play,” you say. Meeting your eyes, her smile finally reaches her eyes. “Of course! Please, have a seat!” She points to a chair across from her. You sit down and immediately get the feeling of a dozen daggers in your back. Only now do you realize that you've blocked everybody's view of their favorite photo model. This is gonna be uncomfortable. “What's your name?” the girl asks, ignoring the ominous atmosphere the crowd is emitting. “Have you played before?” “Uhm, it's Phillip and no, this is my first time playing.” “I see, a virgin, huh? Don't worry. I'll explain the rules during the first game. It's really easy. You can call me Ranko.” You can feel a slight blush creep up on your cheeks at her use of the word 'virgin.' Ranko, huh? Must be her internet handle. If you were a pretty girl, surrounded by this many desperate guys at a con, you probably wouldn't reveal your real name either. She puts two brand-new looking decks on the table in front of you. One has Pinkie Pie as the top card and the other one Fluttershy. “Pick whichever one you want. They're both about equally strong. I'll be using the remaining one.” Going with your gut feeling, you take the Pinkie Pie deck. “Alright, what do I do?” “First you put your Mane Character in your home field in the starting position. Your problem deck and draw deck go here and here. There's also two handy cards for score keeping …” You try your best to pay attention as she explains the turn order and general rules, but you keep getting distracted. Damn, her top is tight and her breasts are pretty big. It's a miracle they're not popping right out. Everyone who stands in the back, instead of challenging her and getting a closer view at those two beauties, has gotta be a moron. You don't really care, if you win or not at this point. “Everything clear so far?” “Uh, yeah.” Kind of. You don't really get what the fuss was all about as you play the first round. Ranko's been very helpful in explaining the rules and you feel like you're holding your own pretty well. Eventually you find yourself confronting the same problem card, with both players having enough friend cards present to fulfill the requirements. “That means we now get to have a face-off, right?” Ranko nods. “Yep, now we both add up the points of our cards involved, flip a card from our deck and add that value.” Er, let's see. You both have your mane characters at the problem plus several friends, which add up to eight each. No, wait. She's got an animal friend with Fluttershy, so that gives her an extra point. Her flipped card is 'Granny Smith', who has a value of two. That makes her total eleven. Nervously you flip the top card of your deck aaaaannnndddd it's 'Dance Fever,' a friend card with a value of one. “Guess, I lose.” “Oh? But it's not over yet.” Suddenly she leans over the table, pointing at one of your cards. “See this? Pinkie Pie has the Random trait. That means if you flip a card with a value of one during a face-off, you can ignore it and flip a new one.” “Wah-wo-one,” you stutter. Her cleavage is right in your face, and a storm of camera flashes goes off behind you as you flip the next card on auto-pilot. “Congratulations, you won this round.” You did? After she sits back down, you look at your card. She's right. You won, with a 'Marvelous Chapeau' that is worth four points as a matter of fact. Well, like they say. Winning isn't everything. The road towards victory was definitely sweeter than victory itself in this case. “Dude, that was awesome. Can you get her to do that again?” someone whispers from behind you. Tsk, now they're on your side? Talk about double-standards! “Alright,” Ranko says, with an evil twinkle in her amber eyes, as she picks up her cards and begins shuffling them. “From now on, no more help.” You nod in determination and prepare for the final two rounds with some confidence. With the boner you have right now, you couldn't get up from the table anyway. Needless to say, she crushes you beneath her heel. But she looks damn hot while doing it! Saturday, August 2nd - 14.00Part 2: Would You? You've been following the Show Cast panel with Nicole Oliver and M.A. Larson with interest for the past hour. Now you're in line to ask a question and it looks like you just might be able to. There's only two other people in front of you now, and off to your side you spot somebody you've already met today. “Ah, Phillip. How's it going?” Ranko asks cheerfully. Now that she's not sitting behind a table, you have the chance to admire her cosplay more fully. The tight top with the Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's logo on it already showed off her assets quite well. But those hot pants take the cake. You don't know what it is, but there's something about the combination of this skimpy outfit and the thigh-high socks that almost drives you crazy. “Hey, Ranko. I'm doing fine. Are you working here?” She nods. “I'm here to make sure that nobody asks anything inappropriate. You know, keep it PG, don't ask about anything that hasn't aired yet. So what's your question?” “Oh, yeah. I wanted to ask M.A. Larson, since he wrote the episode about Twilight becoming an alicorn, how he felt the other writers had capitalized on that concept in Season 4 and whether he would have gone in a different direction with it.” She raises an eyebrow. “Oh? That's a pretty good question. You're pretty clever.” Then she grins. “You might have even won our match earlier, if you hadn't spent so much time, looking at my boobs.” You jump slightly and begin to blush. “Gah … I … Well, your outfit is pretty distracting, you know.” “Are you saying that I couldn't win without using cheap tricks? I'm up for a rematch anytime.” You think about that for a moment. “Pass.” The woman in front of you asks her question. You've only seen her from behind, but she seems to be dressed as a human version of Nightmare Rarity, judging from the white streak in her hair. “What is love?” You look over at Ranko, who simply shrugs. Seems like the questions don't have to make sense, as long as they follow the other rules. Even the panelists look at each other in confusion for a moment, before Mitch Larson tries to give an answer. “Well, we've seen Cadence and Shining Armor. So love in the My Little Pony universe is magic. Just like friendship. It would be nice, if we could explore that concept a little further at some point.” “What about Spike and Rarity?” the woman adds. “Oh, Meghan talked about that at another convention,” Nicole Oliver then jumps in. “Spike's a child, so we can't really build a real relationship between them. Sorry. Does that answer your question?” “…” Obviously not, but she walks away anyway. That was odd. Finally it's your turn, but as you approach the microphone, the moderator cuts in. “Just a heads-up. Time's almost up, so unfortunately this is the final question.” Then he gives you a nod. “Okay.” There's a dreadful noise coming from the speakers. You are too close to the mic. “Eh, this is a question for M.A. Larson.” He sits up straight and gives you a big grin. “Last question. Better make it a good one.” Oh, man! You wish people would realize that a statement like that never actually helps make the question better. But you're fine. You've got a good question. Even Ranko said so. . . . Unfortunately you've completely forgotten what it was all of a sudden. As you flounder around, trying to remember, you look over at her. She's simply giving you a questioning glance. Ah, forget it. You'll just come up with a new question on the fly. Let's see what comes to mind. So, like an idiot, you point at Ranko and ask: “Would you do her? Cause I'd do her.” * * * Outside the theater, you look at the redhead in front of you, who is sitting on a bench and holding her head in her hands. “I can't believe they threw us both out.” You feel really bad for her. While the audience was erupting in laughter, another staff member came up and politely asked both of you to leave. You really don't know what to say, so you simply hold out one of the cups of coffee you just got as a peace offering. She glares at you, even as she accepts the cup. “Why didn't you just ask your original question? Now they'll think it's my fault for not checking thoroughly.” “I'm really sorry. I just drew a blank,” you reply, sitting down next to her. “But I'm pretty sure he was gonna say 'yes,' until that moderator intervened. That's a nice compliment to get from M.A. Larson, isn't it?” “Well, yeah,” she grumbles, “under different circumstances perhaps. The only reason I took the volunteer job, was to see him. Now they're never gonna let me into his solo panel tomorrow.” “So you came here to see him? Are you a writer or something?” She nods. “I didn't have the money for a ticket. But volunteers get to watch the panels in their off-time.” Now you really feel bad. At a loss of what to say, you decide to change the subject. “You're pretty good at that card game. How long have you been playing?” “I dunno,” she responds, staring moodily into her cup. “About 18 hours or so, I guess.” “I see.” Wait. What? You stare at her. “You only learned how to play yesterday?” “Of course not. I looked up the rules in advance. Since I have no con experience, I had to put something on my volunteer application. So I said that I knew the CCG very well. But I didn't have a deck, until I got the box of starters in the staff meeting yesterday.” “That's pretty impressive. Judging by your cosplay, you probably played Yu-Gi-Oh quite a bit, huh? Maybe that's a game I can beat you at.” “Hm, dream on, virgin. You'd just get distracted again.” There's that word again, and you decide to set the record straight. “I'm not a virgin, you know! I just broke up with my last girlfriend three months ago and I haven't had any since.” Ranko blinks. “Wow, TMI, Phillip.” After a bit of an awkward silence, she glances in the general area of your crotch region. “Three months, huh? You must've at least masturbated during that time.” Geez, now who's just blurting out embarrassing stuff? Then again, you do like women who are forward like that. “Nope,” you give the honest answer. With a grin, she leans in closer to you. The scent of her hair tickles your nose. Smells like cinnamon. “Well, that explains a lot. You sure that your equipment is even functional at this point?” “Wha-?” You jump slightly as she puts her hand in your crotch and then freezes. “S-sorry, that was out of line,” she says, pulling back immediately. Is she blushing? And she's opening and closing her hand while looking at it, almost as if she can't believe something. You should just ask her. What have you got to lose at this point? “Uhm, Ranko. Would you … ?” “Attention, please,” an announcement begins to play over the speakers. “The My Little Pony Collectible Card Game Beginner's Tournament is starting now at the Classic- and Boardgames Room.” “Huh?” Ranko looks up with a horrified look in her eyes. “Oh, no! I'm a judge! I'm gonna be late.” Without giving you a second glance, she gets up and runs in the direction of the stairs. You sigh as you look after her. You were just about to ask her, if she would attend the Gala Evening with you. After you finish your coffee, you suddenly realize that someone has been looking at you the whole time. It's that woman who was at the panel. She's wearing a violet evening dress and her glittering hair is the same color, except for one white streak. But the most eye-catching thing about her isn't the, admittedly juicy, cleavage. It's her blue eyes that seem to have slits for pupils. Are those contacts? She's really gone out of her way for this Nightmare Rarity cosplay. Then it suddenly hits you. She looks exactly like the woman in your dream. Could this be coincidence? Either way, her staring is getting uncomfortable, so you get up and approach her. “Uhm, excuse me. I can't shake the feeling that we've met somewhere before.” She says nothing. Duh. She must hear that a hundred times a day. Although it wasn't actually meant as one, as far as pick-up lines go, that was one of the worst. “Can I help you with something?” Her eyes wander up and down your body, mustering you, seizing you up. If you weren't uncomfortable before, now you definitely are. “Yes, I suppose you'll do,” she finally says. “Do what?” “You'll be my date for the Gala Evening.” It wasn't a question. It was a statement. As she turns on her heel and begins to walk away, she adds without looking at you: “Meet me here at eight, and do something about your dreadful attire.” As you stand there in front of the theater, dumb-founded, there's only one question on your mind. “What the hell just happened?” Saturday, August 2nd - 20.00Part 3: At the Gala You feel a bit like an idiot as you stand there in the Theatersaal lobby. By now you're almost convinced that she isn't gonna turn up. The whole thing was probably just a strange joke on her part. Still, you've fished the suit out of your backpack, which is only slightly crinkled as a result of it, and changed in one of the restrooms. Maybe you should have gone to the Gala Party with Takagi, instead of waiting here for a mystery date that is unlikely to even show up. Yet the Gala Evening was one of the things you had been most looking forward to, when you first decided to come. It was supposed to be a nice evening with your girlfriend. After the break-up, you still held onto that, figuring that maybe you'd meet someone along the way. “Well, looks like I'm going alone after all.” Well, with 80% of the brony fandom made up of guys, you won't look too much out of place. It could still turn out to be a fun evening. Just as you resolve to go in alone and make the most of it, someone addresses you. “You're early.” You turn around and can't really believe your eyes. There she is. The mysterious beauty in the Nightmare Rarity cosplay is just standing there, running one hand through her luscious hair. You can't believe she actually came. Although you haven't really come to grips with her uncanny similarity to the woman from your dream, you smile nonetheless and offer her your arm. “Shall we go in?” She looks at you and then walks right past you, not even acknowledging the offer. Huh? Did you say something wrong? Is she mad at you? “Don't just stand there. Come along.” “Right.” You follow her in and take a moment to marvel at the room. You'd been in here before for the opening ceremony, the panel and the cosplay contest. The only reason for you to attend the latter was actually to see, if your date would be there. It seemed strange that she'd go to such lengths to create this Nightmare Rarity costume and then not take part. At any rate, the room looks totally different from before. There's tables with snacks and drinks laid out on white tablecloths. A dance floor is in the middle, and up on the stage a classical quartet, all dressed up formal, is playing some music. The cellist is even cosplaying as Octavia. You crane your neck to get a better look at the chandelier that has been hung from the gallery up above. It was definitely the right decision to come here. You could have a straight-up party with modern music any day, but this really feels like the Grand Galloping Gala it is modeled after. Feels like Princess Celestia herself could walk through those doors at any second. Your sense of wonder evaporates, however, when you spot your date looking across the floor with a slightly bored expression. “Uhmm, wanna dance?” “No.” Just as well, you think. Although you took some dance classes as a kid in preparation for your cousin's wedding, you're probably not all that great at it. “Wanna get something to eat?” “No.” This wasn't going well at all, as far as dates went. “Okay, what do you wanna do?” “…” “Maybe we could just talk for a bit?” “What about?” What about? How should you know? You don't have the foggiest idea of who this woman is, much less her likes and interests. Just then a red-haired angel descends on the edge of your vision, bringing salvation from the awkwardness of the moment, and holds out a tray with some glasses on it. “Champagne?” You blink several times. “Ranko?” What's more, she seems to be wearing a french maid outfit. You've always been a sucker for those. “You look really cute in that.” “I do hope you enjoy the view,” she replies with a sour expression. “It's because of you that I have to wear this ridiculous thing.” “Because of me? Why?” “None of the other volunteers wanted to, so my boss basically blackmailed me into it. He said, if I wanted to have any hope of getting to see M.A. Larson's solo panel tomorrow, I had better take one for the team.” She grabs the edge of the skirt and tries to pull it down, although there really isn't enough cloth there to cover all of her thighs. “This thing has gotta be two sizes too small for me.” She seems really unhappy about it, although in comparison to her attire from earlier, it is downright modest. Well, the cleavage is about the same, but this one at least covers her mid-rift in frilly, aprony goodness. “Are you gonna take some champagne or not?” “Oh, right.” Seeing that your companion has already gotten one of the tall glasses, you also take one by the stem. Now, what would be a good toast? That might break the ice with her. Just as you start to raise your glass, Nightmare Rarity tilts hers back and drinks it down in one go. Then she puts the empty glass back onto Ranko's tray. “Well, cheers,” you say dryly as you take a nip. It's fruity and bubbly, but there's something off about the taste. “Wait, is this non-alcoholic?” “Well, duh! We've got teenagers here, so we can't serve the real stuff,” Ranko points out. She looks around conspicuously and then whispers while jabbing her thumb in the direction of a certain table. “I'm pretty sure someone spiked the punch, though. Probably their idea of an in-joke. But you didn't hear it from me.” Hearing that, your date immediately makes her way over to the table indicated and fills a cup from the bowl. Just like the non-alcoholic champagne, she chugs it back in one go. Then she fills her cup again, and again. “Three months, huh?” Ranko asks with a raised eyebrow. “Normally I have a pretty good bullshit radar for guys trying to get into my panties. But you're good. Really had me going there.” Oh, crap! She's totally gotten the wrong idea. “No, you misunderstand. I only met her today, just after you left in fact.” And you were initially gonna ask Ranko, although you can't very well say that with your date within ear-shot. “Uh-huh.” “It's true! I only met …” Realizing that you missed something fairly important, you turn around to the mystery woman. “Ehm, sorry about that. What did you say your name was again?” “I didn't,” she simply responds and goes back to drinking punch. Ranko looks at her and then back at you. “Are you sure she's all there in the head?” she asks in a whisper. “I don't know,” you say, looking back at that mysterious woman, of whom you can't seem to make sense of. “Actually, I think I might have dreamed her up.” “Huh!?” You can't really blame Ranko for giving you a look, as if you'd just dropped your pants and whipped it out in public. It does sound kind of insane, when you put it into words like that. While you're wrestling with how to best explain this, you can see a man approaching Nightmare Rarity. With his blonde hair and white tux he almost reminds you of Prince Blueblood. “Hello there, beautiful. All alone here at the Gala?” he asks. She pretty much ignores him and continues to drink. “Hey, don't give me the cold shoulder, honey.” Then he squarely places a hand on her hip. “What's your name? You and I could have some fun together.” Grumbling, you prepare to walk over there and tell this guy to lay off, but then something unexpected happens. Nightmare Rarity very lightly closes her fingers around his wrist. Crunch! “Ahhhhhh!!!” The guy screams as if he was being roasted on a spit. Your date, on the other hand, seems to not even notice the man writhing in pain and screaming bloody murder at her feet, and she's not relinquishing her iron grip either. Instead she dunks her cup back into the bowl with her free hand and gives you a cross-eyed smile. “Hey, this stuff is pretty nice.” * * * In the end it took three staff members to get her to release that guy. Then she passed out drunk and now she's resting with her head in your lap as you sit on the curbstone in front of the venue, pondering what to do. Next to you someone else is also pondering her lot in life. Ranko's been sitting there for the past ten minutes in a far too familiar posture, namely with her head hanging low and resting in the palms of her hands. They must have kicked her out right after you. She didn't even have time to change out of her maid outfit. “Why?” she finally asks. “What have I ever done to you? Did we have some kind of feud going on in an earlier life? Why are you so hell-bent on destroying me?” “Hey, it's not my fault. It's really not fair that they held you accountable, just cause you were the staff member closest to us. There's nothing you could've done.” “No shit, Sherlock,” she spits out acidly. “But after earlier today, they figured that we knew each other, thinking we were trying to pull some kind of prank on them. They didn't even listen to me. Took my pass, took my room keys, and now I'm here.” To be fair, she does share a little blame for knowing about the spiked punch and not doing anything about it. But you're smart enough to know that this isn't the right time to point that out to her. “They took your room keys?” She sighs. “Yeah, they didn't want me anywhere near the other volunteers anymore.” “What are you gonna do?” “Sleep in my car, I guess. It's either that or driving through the night to get home.” Casting a sideways glance at Nightmare Rarity, she adds: “What are you gonna do about your psycho girlfriend?” You look at her sleeping features. You'd have any reason to be mad at her, but she looks so innocent right now. “Well, I can't just leave her here. I've got a two-bed hotel room at the edge of town. I'll take her there for now.” You give Ranko a sincere look. “You know, it is big enough for three. I can sleep on the floor.” You're prepared for a harsh answer, but it seems like she's genuinely considering it. “Beats re-enacting a cheesy 90s pop song, I guess. Besides, I'm not really sure that I can leave you alone with her.” Standing up, she brushes the dirt off her maid outfit. “Wait here. I'll bring my car around. We can put her across the back seat.” Saturday, August 2nd - 22.00Part 4: Three's Company The running water next door stops. For a moment back there it seemed like Ranko was about to change her mind about coming in, but the prospect of having access to a shower seems to have ultimately won her over. You're sitting on one of the large beds, while Nightmare Rarity is sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, flipping lazily through the channels of the TV set of the hotel room. About half an hour after you carried her up here, she simply woke up, apparently not remembering anything after that first cup of punch. It's like she's never had a drop of alcohol in her life. You really can't seem to make sense of her. In some ways she seems to be totally clueless about the world, almost naïve. Then again, she carries herself with such confidence, as if she knows exactly what she wants, whatever that may be. The TV shows a news program right now. They're still reporting on the theft, showing a photo of the missing moon stone. Looks like an ordinary piece of gray rock to you. You see Rarity looking at you with a penetrating gaze, then switching the channel again. “Hah! That was great,” Ranko sighs as she steps out of the shower. Woah! She's wearing a pink negligee with just her panties. Your eyes are automatically drawn to her breasts, and it's evident that she's not wearing a bra! “Hey, eyes up here, Romeo,” she says. “Uh, sorry.” Ranko sighs and sits beside you on the bed. “You get anything out of her?” You shake your head. “No. She doesn't have any ID with her, and she still hasn't given me her name. Makes me wonder how she ever got a GalaCon pass at check-in. But she's not objecting to being called Nightmare Rarity or just Rarity.” Ranko frowns. “Amnesia?” “I don't thinks so. She seems to be able to recall the events of today just fine, with the exception of roughing up wannabe Blueblood.” Ranko keeps staring at her as Rarity flips through the channels again. She probably doesn't even understand any of the words spoken. As far as you can tell, she doesn't understand any German. That's why you and Ranko have decided to keep your conversations in English, so she won't feel left out. “Just so you know,” Ranko says in a low whisper, so she can't hear her. “If she murders us in our sleep with a nail file, I'm blaming you.” You give her a weak smile. She may be a bit strange, but you can't believe that Rarity is dangerous. “You have a weird imagination.” “That's what they always say. Always ends with somebody finding a lamp made out of human skin.” She shimmies across the bed and sits behind you. “Sit up straight.” You don't really know what she's about to do, but you swing your legs over the edge and straighten your back nonetheless. “Ngh.” You moan as she starts massaging your tired neck. “That feels great.” Rarity isn't that heavy, but carrying her up here was still hard work. You turned down Ranko's offer to help in a, probably foolish, attempt to prove your manliness to her. “ … You're a pretty decent guy, all things considered. A lot of people wouldn't have bothered to help her out.” “So, does that mean you forgive me for getting you kicked out of the con?” you ask hopefully. “Uhh.” Her answer comes in the form of pressing her thumbs painfully into your back. “This and that are two different things. The massage is my thanks for letting me stay for the night. Don't read too much into it.” Suddenly the TV turns off and Rarity stands in front of you. “You're showing appreciation.” “Yeah,” Ranko responds, seemingly unsure of whether it was a question. Rarity runs her hand through her hair, brushing it back, so her generous cleavage in the single-strap dress is clearly visible. “Then I must also give you my thanks, for your help.” “That's really not necessary,” you say with a smile. “I did it, because I wanted to.” “Hm. I don't know much about your culture, but this should do.” She kneels down in front of you and, with a no-nonsense expression on her beautiful face, begins to unbutton your pants and unzip your fly. “What are you doing?” Ranko screams. “You can't just … you can't … woah …” You can hear her swallow hard behind you. Yeah, you get that reaction a lot, when girls first lay eyes on your pride. “It's so … big.” Rarity has pulled it out of your pants and is looking it over clinically. You can feel her hot breath on your shaft, since her face is so close. “I've seen bigger.” Ranko actually splutters behind your back. “D … y … No, you haven't! I mean … look at it! It's almost as long as my forearm.“ She's leaning forward, looking at it over your shoulder, and as result you can feel her breasts press against your back. What a wonderfully soft sensation. “Horses have bigger ones,” Rarity points out. “The … Well, yeah. That doesn't necessarily make them sensitive lovers.” “Uhm, girls?” You scratch your cheek, trying to get a word in. “It's kind of embarrassing, if you stare at it and comment on it as if I wasn't here.” “Deal with it,” Ranko tells you coldly. “You've been ogling me all day. Now it's my turn.” “Fair enough,” you concede. There are worse things than having your cock admired by two pretty girls. “Humans talk too much,” Rarity says, and wraps her lips around the tip. You draw in your breath sharply and sit up straight. It's amazing how she's creating a vacuum and sucking it in. When you think that you couldn't be luckier, Ranko reaches around from behind you, gingerly touching your shaft with delicate fingers. “I thought for sure, this couldn't be real, when I accidentally touched you earlier,” she breathes. This situation is so surreal, but you feel like you can press your luck even further. “It wasn't really by accident, now was it?” you ask her. “I saw the look on your face. You must have been thinking about it the whole day.” “No, I haven't,” she replies fervently, but she still grabs hold of your shaft and begins rubbing it up and down. “Yes, you have. You want it, don't you?” Your cock is rock-hard by now, receiving the attention of both these ladies. Reaching your hand forward, you stroke Rarity's hair, who moves her head faster in response. “You could learn a lot from her, you know. She's honest with her feelings.” Suddenly Ranko let's go and abruptly stands up. Crap, now you've really done it. You had a threesome within your grasp and you blew it! This was a once in a lifetime chance. “Move over.” You can't believe your eyes as Ranko kneels down next to Rarity. With her eyes fixed on your member, she holds it up to admire it for a moment, and then slowly runs her tongue along the underside, all the way from the base to the tip. A shudder runs along your spine. “Ahhh.” Casting her eyes upward, Ranko grins at you. “That's cute. You moan like a girl.” “I don't mind, as long as you keep doing that.” Rarity has been watching this exchange curiously. “So is this what you call love then?” Both you and Ranko begin to blush. “I don't think you could call it love at this stage. Friends with benefits maybe?” You shrug. “Works for me.” “Hm.” Rarity frowns. “I hate friendship. But this isn't so bad.” Then she leans over and kisses Ranko full on the lips. “Mmmh?” Of course the red-head is shocked initially and her eyes are wide open, but she doesn't pull back. After a few moments, she opens her mouth and you can see their tongues mingling at the corners of their mouths. Ranko reaches out her hand and pulls Rarity's halter over her shoulder, pulling the dress down and stripping her to the waist. Taking her breast in one hand, she massages it in a circular motion. In return Rarity grabs the hem of her opposite's negligee, pulling it up. Ranko seems reluctant to break the kiss, but holds her arms above her head. Soon she's stripped down to her panties and Rarity leans forward, taking her nipple into her mouth and sucking on it. You never would have thought that the day would turn out like this, with two gorgeous chicks making out in front of you in your hotel room. “This really is the best night ever,” you muse with a big grin on your face. Then the hardness in your crotch becomes almost painful. “Well, almost the best night ever.” “Ahhn!” Ranko moans as Rarity lightly bites down on her nipple, then she gives you a sideways glance. “Looks like Phillip is feeling left out.” “Ungh,” you groan as she takes it into her hand again and jerks you off. You can feel your body heat rising. “Have you realized that he almost never meets your eyes?” Ranko asks Rarity. “Shall we do something special for him?” Rarity brings up her head. “Special?” After a whispered conversation, the two girls come up to you one either side, each one enveloping your dick with her breasts. You're not really sure which one has the bigger tits, but it sure feels amazing. “So that's what these are for,” Rarity comments, as if she's just had an epiphany. “I'm sure that's what he thinks,” Ranko chuckles. She opens her mouth wide and lets some saliva drop onto your tip, then spreads it around with one finger. With Ranko setting the pace, they both start moving their upper bodies. The roughness soon gives way, as it's lubricated. They're so soft and it's been so long for you. At this rate, you're not gonna last long. You stroke Ranko's cheek, and she starts sucking on your thumb. Damn, that look on her face is so sexy. Suddenly you hit on an idea to goad her into doing what you really wanna do with that pretty face of hers. “You know, I've never met a girl who could take it all the way in.” Narrowing her eyes, she tells you: “Is that a challenge, big boy? I must have really bruised your ego, when I kicked your cute butt during that card game.” “Sounds like you're making excuses,” you tell her. “Alright, tough guy.” She draws back and kneels in front of you. “Bring it on.” You stand up and get closer to her, stroking her hair. Her lips part slightly, as you press your tip against them, and you're almost crying in happiness. Meanwhile Rarity is standing behind you, nibbling on the back of your neck while lifting up your shirt to run her hands along your chest. “Don't think for a moment that I don't know what you're doing,” Ranko says. So much for being clever and subtle. “Then why did you agree to it?” “Because I want you to fuck my mouth.” You chuckle for a bit and grab her hair firmly. “Has anyone ever told you that you're a passive-aggressive bitch?” “Story of my life. Now are you gonna put it on or … hmph!?” Pushing your hips forward, you take her by surprise and plug her mouth with your pride. For some reason it feels damn good. “All that attitude you've been giving me, but I've finally found a way to shut you up.” You start to move back and forth, enjoying the feeling of having the last word for once. Ranko rests one hand on your leg, but she's not pushing back. It's at this very moment you realize, she likes it like that. Grinning broadly, you speed up your thrusts, fucking her mouth vigorously. Having successfully removed your shirt, Nightmare Rarity wraps her arms around you, massaging your balls with one hand. “Are you gonna choke her with your cock?” “That's the idea,” you reply. You've been enjoying the feeling of her mouth so much, you almost lost sight of the real goal. It's kind of a pity. Ranko's great at using her tongue to stimulate you further. “Gugh.” She coughs around your cock as you push the tip against the back of her throat. Oh yeah, that's the feeling. That delicious tightness around the tip. “Hey, now. You said you'd take it all,” you say, drawing back a little. You don't want to hurt her, after all. In response she squeezes your thigh, still not trying to push herself away. “Good girl.” Grabbing her head with both hands, you pull her closer, once again feeling that resistance, but this time she can suppress the urge to gag. You rest for a moment, giving her time to adjust. “That's good. Now let's go for broke. Rarity, why don't you lend her a hand?” “Alright.” Rarity kneels down behind Ranko and starts massaging her breasts from behind. “Mmmh.” Ranko moans around your cock in response, and the vibration sends a shiver down your spine. “Rawr!” You growl and start pounding away again. With every stroke Ranko manages to swallow more of your cock, helped by Rarity pressing up against her from behind and you holding onto her hair. “Take it! Take it all, Ranko!” With one last push, you go all the way and lock her head in place. Looking down, you can see your shaft totally gone. She looks up at you through misty and heavily lidded eyes. Oh man, that expression is great. “Ugh!” You can't take it anymore. Pulling out completely, you aim at their faces and start jerking off quickly. “Say 'ahh', girls. Here it comes.” Ranko seems a bit dazed, but Rarity hugs her from behind, pressing her cheek against Ranko's to keep her stable, and opens her mouth wide. “Ahh!” With a drawn-out scream, you climax harder than you have in a long time. Three months' worth of your sperm shoots out in long, thick strands, making a gooey mess of the girls' faces. Totally exhausted, your knees threaten to give out under you, and you fall back onto the bed. You watch Rarity move the cum, she managed to catch, around her open mouth with her tongue. Then she closes her eyes and swallows it with an audible gulp. “It's so thick and smelly.” Ranko got most of it on her face and now Rarity leans over, sticking out her tongue and scooping it up. The red-head is still busy catching her breath, so she doesn't mind the mixture of spit and sperm dropping from her chin onto her chest. Or maybe she's just letting it be, since Rarity seems to have fun, rubbing it into her skin and making her breasts glisten with it. “Don't hog it all for yourself,” Ranko complains, finally having calmed down enough to speak again. You certainly can't accuse Rarity of beings selfish, as she takes Ranko's chin into one hand and tilts back her head. Then she moves her own face over Ranko's open mouth, letting the current load drop into the other girl's mouth. “Mmmh.” They both kiss again, swapping the cum back and forth between them. Damn, you've just blown such a massive load. But watching these two make out, covered in your jizz, makes you almost instantly hard again. Having regained her strength, Ranko stands up, pulling Rarity to her feet as well. As they continue to kiss, she strips Rarity of the rest of her dress and then gets rid of her own panties. Catching a glimpse of them, you can see that they're totally soaked. Looks like she really enjoyed that rough deepthroat. There aren't many girls like that, even less who can handle your size. At least that you've met. You watch them move over to the other bed, where Ranko pins Rarity down beneath her. Their tits are pressing against each other as they kiss, and you recall the feeling of their double-titfuck from earlier. You're practically mesmerized, cause their rears are sticking out in your direction, their wet sexes clearly shining in the lamplight. After several more minutes of watching them, Ranko eventually brings her head up, looking at you over her shoulder with an annoyed look. “What are you waiting for? A written invitation?” she asks, wiggling her hips. You blink. “Oh. Ohhhh.” “Why do males of any species need to have the obvious spelled out for them sometimes?” Rarity comments dryly as you make your way over, taking up a position behind them. “Tell me about it, sister,” Ranko adds. Since when have these two become part of the girly chit-chat club? But as you line up your once again hard member, you're faced with a very serious question. Which one to take first? “Come on, hurry up already,” Ranko prods, shaking her hips again. “Hm, alright then.” Very deliberately you brush your tip against Ranko's entrance, and then angle downward to plunge into Rarity. “Ahhh!” Woah, she's got a pretty sensual moan. Time to start moving your hips. Ranko, on the other hand, is looking at you with a pouty face. “What's wrong?” you ask with a grin. “Hmph, nothing. Nothing at all.” You lean forward, trying to make as much slapping noises as possible while fucking Rarity. You also slightly push Ranko's body down, so the two girls have their nipples rubbing against each other. Sniffing at Ranko's hair, you get that delightful hint of cinnamon again. Must be the shampoo she's using. “If you want some of the action, all you have to do is ask nicely.” “Why should I do that?” Reaching around her, you put two fingers into her mouth, sort of like a fishhook. She immediately begins to suck on them. “Because you've been bad-mouthing me all day, calling me a virgin and accusing me of staring at your breasts.” “Weren't you?” “Of course I was,” you admit freely. “But what do you expect, when you dress up like that at a brony convention? Admit it, you've been shamelessly strutting your stuff in front of every guy out there.” “ … You're not the only person in the world to not have gotten any for a while, you know. Forget three months. Try going without sex for a year.” A year? It's been that long for her? “How come?” “Because being pretty has its downsides, too. There's not a lot of guys who have the guts to ask me out. You saw the losers this morning at the game room, too afraid to even get within ten meters of me. So I have to make the first step. Only a lot of guys have a problem with that, so I have to let them think that they're actually in control.” You'd never seen it that way, thinking that a girl like her could have anyone. Yet you're here now, and you can't help but laugh. “So that's why you're such a tease. Feels like I finally got to meet the real you.” She gives you a look that is still a little annoyed, but there's also some relief and playfulness at not having to keep up the facade any longer. “Yes, my name's Ranko. Pleasure to meet you. Now can you table the psychology talk for later and hump my brains out, please?” Well, you heard a please in there somewhere, so you decide to oblige and pull out of Rarity, lining up with Ranko's waiting sex. “Hello, I'm Phillip,” you say and bury yourself inside her with one stroke. “Nice to do you.” “Ahhhnn! Yes, fuck me hard!” She's incredibly tight, but also really wet. It's the perfect combination of squeezing your member and allowing it to move rapidly back and forth. “Such curious mating habits,” Rarity mutters, but you feel like you can see the hint of a smile on her lips. Was this what she wanted all along? While keeping your rhythm with Ranko steady, you insert two fingers into Rarity's moist pussy. Hearing these two hotties moan in unison like that, is far better music to your ears than whatever they're playing at the Gala right now. Acting on impulse, you bite Ranko's shoulder lightly. “Ah! Nnh.” She brings her head up sharply, but you don't detect any pain in her voice. As a result of this new position, her breasts are now swinging freely in front of Rarity's face. Taking the opportunity, she begins to suck at Ranko's hardened nipples again. You get the distinct impression that Rarity also knows this feeling of being abstinent for a long period of time. Heh, if she actually was the real Nightmare Rarity, she'd be just coming off a dry spell that lasted for the last thousand years. Alright! Time to man up! You've already made this the best night ever for yourself, but you want the two of them to share in that pleasure. You want to make them scream. Putting even more of your weight on top, you slam your rod hard into Ranko, already feeling your second climax coming on. But you manage to hold it back for now. “Mmmh, ah, mh.” They're french-kissing again underneath you, but their moans are still distinct, when they separate every now and then. You want to grab their boobs, but they're already pushed up against one another. Judging by how hard their nipples are, they're really enjoying it, too. Suddenly you can feel Ranko's insides squeeze you even tighter than before, and her head comes up again. “I … I'm gonna … almost there …” “Me … too …,” Rarity adds between ragged breaths. “Don't hold back,” you say, slapping Ranko's ass and speeding up for the final spurt. “Cum for me, girls!” You lean down towards her ear. “Shall I pull out?” “No!” she cries, reaching her hand back and clinging to your hips. It's almost painful as she digs her nails into your skin, but that's only bringing you closer. “I want it all inside. Fill me up with your hot sperm!” That's all you needed to hear. With one last push, you bury your length in that delicious pussy, releasing a load that must be equally as massive as your first one deep inside of her. Simultaneously you can feel Rarity draw in your fingers even more. Slightly bending them, you give her that final push as well. “AHHHHHH!!!!” They both scream at the top of their lungs as they reach their orgasms at the same time. You pull out and fall onto your side. The next few seconds is just the sound of three people desperately trying to catch their breaths. Then you can hear Ranko giggling. “It's so much. It's overflowing.” “I can feel it,” Rarity responds. “It's warm.” You feel like your body is as heavy as lead, but after that prompting you just have to look, so you crane your neck, seeing your baby batter oozing out of Ranko's gaping pussy and dripping slowly onto Rarity's slit, who is rubbing it in with one hand. Satisfied that they are satisfied, you close your eyes for a moment. You are almost ready to fall asleep, but there's a sudden change in lighting. You can tell, even from behind closed eyes, that something has come between you and the ceiling light. Opening your eyes again, you see both of the girls looking down at you. Ranko looks radiant, almost like an angel with the light above her head making it appear as if she had a halo. Even Rarity is smiling more naturally than you've ever seen her do in the brief time since you met her. “Hey, Phillip,” Ranko says, taking your limp cock in her hand and stroking it slowly. “Let's go for a third round.” As much as you want to just jump them and go again immediately, you give them a weak smile. “I'm gonna need a few minutes, until I'm ready again, girls.” After looking disappointed for a moment there, they look at each other and begin to smile. “Shall we entertain ourselves in the meantime?” Rarity asks, running a finger across Ranko's cheek and all the way down to her neck. “Yeah,” Ranko confirms and gives her a kiss. Then she turns to you and adds: “Enjoy the show while you recharge, and then join us whenever you're ready.” Grinning like an idiot and already feeling yourself get hard again, as you watch the two of them make out, you can only sum up the day's events in a single phrase. “This really is THE BEST NIGHT EVER!” Sunday, August 3rd - 09:30Epilogue You wake up, a lot more refreshed than you usually do. That was one incredible night. As a few rays of light hit your face through the window, you blink and take a look around you. Neither of your two lovely companions is here. “Was it a dream … after all?” you mumble to yourself. No, you hadn't noticed it earlier, but there was definitely the sound of running water coming from the shower. It's only now obvious, as someone has stopped it. A few seconds later Ranko steps out of the bathroom, a towel slung across her body, while drying her hair with another towel. Noticing you on the bed, she gives you a radiant smile. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” “Morning,” you respond. So at least she was real enough. That's good. But she's not really the one you've come to think of as a dream. “Where's Rarity?” She stops and sits beside you on the bed, taking a moment to cross her legs. You can see white thighs overlapping. “She gone.” “Gone? Gone to where?” “She didn't say. She woke up earlier this morning and started getting dressed. When I asked her, she told me not to wake you up, and then she simply left. Didn't look like she was planning on coming back.” You feel a little hurt that she wouldn't at least say goodbye. Then again, isn't that what dreams are always like? As soon as they really start to feel like the real thing, you wake up. Without warning. Without a goodbye. “She didn't say anything?” Ranko puts a thoughtful finger on her chin. “Well, there's this peculiar thing she did. She walked up to you, gave you a kiss on the forehead and said: 'My job here is done.' Then she turned to me and said: 'Take care of him.' That's all.” You feel as confused by this story as Ranko seems to be from recounting it. “Does that mean anything to you?” Thinking about that, Nightmare Rarity's odd behavior and her connection to your dreams for a moment, you do come up with a theory. “Maybe … I dunno.” You shake your head. You can't tell Ranko that you think of Nightmare Rarity as some kind of guardian spirit, who came out of your dreams, so that you and Ranko could meet. That kind of logic doesn't even work for a trashy romance novel. But you decide that this is how you're gonna think about it, anyway. “Now then, what should we do today?” “Oh, right.” You reach over to your nightstand and hold up two GalaCon passes. “I was gonna tell you. I did bring my ex-girlfriend's unused ticket to check-in yesterday. You can have one, since it's kinda my fault that they laid you off as a volunteer. So we can go see that M.A. Larson panel, if you still want to.” You scratch your cheek. “Of course we might have disguise ourselves a little, so they don't recognize and kick us out again.” Ranko accepts the pass with a smile, but then puts it away. “I'd love to. But the panel is in the afternoon.” She leans over, lying on top of you and you can feel her voluptuous body press against yours through the towel. “How about we stay in bed just a little longer?” “I like the sound of that,” you say as you accept her kiss and lean back. “Ow!” Something sharp is poking you in the back and you reach your hand around, trying to fish it out. Holding the irregular, gray object in front of your eyes, you can't shake the feeling that you've seen it somewhere before. “A stone?” Ranko lightly takes it away from you and firmly puts it down on the nightstand. “That's my lucky charm. Thanks for finding it.” It may have been a trick of the early morning light, but for a split second there you could have sworn that her pupils had contracted into slits, upon seeing the stone. You look at her face for a while and it seems to be the same as before. There's no reason to worry, right? Come on, it's not like Rarity was THE Nightmare Rarity. Enough about dreams and spirits! Ranko's here right now and she's real. Maybe, just maybe, meeting her here was meant to be, and this relationship actually has a chance of going somewhere. For now you simply decide to enjoy the moment. And enjoy it you do, as her mouth moves away from your lips, bestowing light butterfly kisses upon your cheeks, your neck and finally moving on to nibbling on your earlobes. “Wanna know a secret?” she whispers. “Yeah.” “Sometimes I wish the night could last forever.” The End?
Friday, August 1st - 09.30Prologue: The Nightmare Continues “Your darkness cannot survive in the light. Loosen your grip on generous Rarity's heart and let her speak.” With those words from its former host, the Nightmare was compelled to let go of Rarity. One by one the other Element-Bearers intruded upon their shared mind, conjuring up the memories of good times with her friends of which the formless presence had no part of. “There is no power that can stop me now! Your body is mine! You will be remembered, Rarity, but as the darkest and cruelest ruler ever known!” It had been too long. The Nightmare couldn't afford to lose now. A thousand years trapped on the moon, defeated by these six mares upon its return. There was no way it would let Rarity go and it hung on with every ounce of its power. Slowly but surely it began to regain control over their body, intruding upon the thoughts and memories, making them its own. Soon there would be no more Rarity, there would be no more Nightmare, there would only be Nightmare Rarity. “You mean everything to me. Please come home.” These were the words that the dark entity couldn't comprehend. It had felt friendship from Rarity, a sisterly bond from Luna. But this was altogether different. The words and thoughts of the young dragon Spike carried something else. Something not so easily defined and it would prove to be fatal. While the Nightmare couldn't comprehend, Rarity reacted more strongly than she had to any of the other voices. It felt like her heart, so recently almost consumed by darkness, was quivering with feelings. Damn this dragon, the Nightmare thought. Why was he so resilient to its powers? It had offered him to be a king, to be at Rarity's side forever. What was this undefinable quality between the two of them? And for some reason Rarity seemed to respond to him. Though no words were spoken, there was a constant back and forth of feelings between the two of them, rising in an unstoppable crescendo. The Nightmare fought back, filling her mind with doubts about her friends' love for her, dark promises of great power and fabulous wealth. But whatever dream or nightmare it conjured up in her mind, Rarity's heart remained locked onto the little dragon, until in the deepest parts of her conscience there was a singular, unspoken thought. “Spike. I love you, too.” With an inhuman shriek the dark power let go of Rarity. It was as if the feelings were burning it. Where it was able to combat the warm, fuzzy friendship before, this was intense and to a being of utter darkness, for the lack of a better word, utterly terrifying. While the ponies were celebrating their victory, the Nightmare retreated in agony, rising into the sky as a black smoke. Even the absolute cold of space, as it passed the outer atmosphere, could not lessen the burning. What was this strange emotion called love? But for now there was nothing else to do. It would return to the moon, rest and recover its power for maybe another thousand years. There was no way to destroy it. There could be no light without dark. It was eternal and it would return. Suddenly the Nightmare stopped, feeling a strange pulling sensation from the last place it had expected. It was as if the moon was calling it from earth. This was interesting. It knew that Luna and the rebellious denizens of the moon would try to track it down soon, so it had planned to hide on the dark side of the moon. But this presented a new possibility and a better chance to find a new host. But where did the sensation come from? It seemed strangely out of place. Only then did the realization come. The phases of the moon opened and closed pathways to other realities. It was a gamble. The entity known as the Nightmare could be stuck in another world for who knew how long. But on the other hoof it would be the perfect hiding place from the alicorns and the Elements of Harmony. Making a fateful decision, the Nightmare altered course and reentered the atmosphere, passing through realities as well as layers of air as it was guided by the familiar pull of the moon. Time and space had little meaning for the Nightmare as it primarily existed in the minds of ponies, so it couldn't exactly tell how long the journey had taken. All it knew, was that it now resided in a strange room which was almost completely dark. There was only one source of light. A glass case being lit by several lamps. Inside lay a rather ordinary looking gray rock. But the Nightmare knew that it was special. How did a piece of the moon make it to earth in this dimension? Its attention fell on the plaque at the bottom. “Der Mondstein mit der Deutschlandflagge kam mit der letzten APOLLO-Mission zur Erde. Er wurde der Bundesrepublik Deutschland 1973 vom damaligen … “ The Nightmare stopped reading. What language was this? There was a document next to it. The script on this one looked more like Equestrian. The Apollo lunar landing program conducted by the United States has been brought to a successful conclusion. Men from the planet Earth have reached the first milestone in space. But as we stretch for the stars, we know that we stand also upon the shoulders of many men of many nations here on our own planet. In the deepest sense our exploration of the moon was truly an international effort. It is for this reason that, on behalf of the people of the United States I present this flag, which was carried to the moon, to the State, and its fragment of the moon obtained during the final lunar mission of the Apollo program. If people of many nations can act together to achieve the dreams of humanity in space, then surely we can act together to accomplish humanity's dream of peace here on earth. It was in this spirit that the Untied States of America went to the moon, and it is in this spirit that we look forward to sharing what we have done and what we have learned with all mankind. Signed, President Richard Nixon March 21, 1973 Now this was an interesting surprise. Those two-legged creatures had gone to the moon, and without the help of any magic it seemed. Then again it was the very reason the Nightmare had been able to come here, the single piece of moonstone acting like a beacon. Though all this talk of cooperation and peace made them sound almost exactly like those friendship-loving ponies. As it took in the images of all those so-called humans all around it, it decided that a disguise would be important, if it were to explore this world. As luck would have it, trying to hang on to Rarity's memories and emotions did accomplish one thing. The Nightmare had enough strength left to produce a magic copy of her body. It would do for now. As the Nightmare reconstituted itself in a swirl of dark energy, it made a point of including all of Rarity's being, even the emotions it didn't understand. For the briefest of moments Nightmare Rarity stood reborn, before her body changed once again from her pony form to something more human. Walking up to display case again, she looked at her reflection in the glass. It was strange, standing on two legs, but since Rarity had been an attractive mare in her own right, her human form reflected that fact. The hair was still that sparkling violet with the white streak and her blue eyes shone like stars in the night. Her skin, just like Rarity's coat, was spotless. “What are those for?” Nightmare Rarity asked, seeing the two large protrusions on her chest and taking them in both her hands. She didn't know what relevance they held to humans, but she did like the way they bounced. “I think I'm rather gonna enjoy this body.” “Halt! Keine Bewegung!” Nightmare Rarity turned around at the sudden voice and saw a man in what seemed to be a uniform, pointing some kind of object at her. As far as she could make out from his demeanor, it was probably a weapon. She took a step towards him. “Stehen bleiben oder ich schieße. Sie … Sie sind verhaftet ...” She smiled disarmingly at him and approached him even more. It was clear from his stuttering that her beauty had an effect on him. From what little she had observed so far, humans generally didn't run around naked, yet her spell had failed to produce any clothes for her due to a lack of reference. “Well, what do we have here?” The man tried without much luck to keep his eyes from wandering all over her body. Love was beyond her, but lust was something she could understand. To her surprise he began to speak in the language she knew as Equestrian, although with a horrible accent. “You are not supposed to be in here, Miss. The museum is closed.” “Oh, I'm so sorry,” she replied innocently. “I'm just really fascinated by the moon.” “I can see that,” the guard replied and finally put away his weapon. Ah, men were a lot like stallions it seemed. They didn't really perceive an unarmed mare as a threat. Then he reached out his hand. “Come on, we'll find you some clothes, and then we're gonna get you some help.” Nightmare Rarity took the hand and pulled him closer to her, planting a kiss on his surprised face. Then she gave him a glance that would make any man melt. “How about we stay right here and you get out of your clothes? They do look uncomfortable,” she whispered as she began to unbutton his shirt. * * * You awaken to the sound of your alarm clock and blink a few times to shake off the last bits of sleep as you unceremoniously slap the snooze button. What a weird dream, you think to yourself, while looking at the My Little Pony comic book issues lying next to your bed. It feels like you've been having it every night for the past week. It certainly hasn't lost its effect on you, as is clearly evident by the tent you've pitched. “Well, Nightmare Rarity is damn hot,” you chuckle to yourself. “Can't blame a guy for imagining what she would look like as a human.” You still decide that maybe it's better to take a break from rereading this particular issue over and over again for the time being. Your eyes drift back at the clock that announces the time as 9:30 in the morning and then to your calendar. August 1st. The date is circled in red. Suddenly you're wide awake and a goofy grin spreads across your face. “It's finally here,” you say to no one in particular as you jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom. The grin persists even as you brush your teeth and apply the hair gel to tame your brown hair. “Looking good, Phillip,” you tell the reflection in your mirror. “No girl can resist those sparkling, green eyes.” Yes, it is a bit silly and there have been plenty girls who could and did resist your passionate gaze. But it's part of your morning ritual and you wouldn't change it for the world. By the time you come out of the bathroom and put the toothbrush and toothpaste into the sponge bag atop your suitcase, the alarm clock goes off again, indicating that you've spent less than five minutes getting ready. Looks like the excitement made you rush. You throw on a jeans and t-shirt, check the luggage one last time and are already halfway out the door, when your hand feels your empty pocket. “Ticket,” you mumble to yourself and return to the bed in your tiny one room apartment. Of course it's right there on the nightstand. Two tickets for GalaCon, the big European brony convention in Germany. Somehow the carefully laid out plan, you had for this morning, has gone out the window due to excitement. Your eyes linger for a moment on the second ticket, still lying there. When you bought them three months ago with your hard-earned cash, this was supposed to be a trip for two. Finally you shake your head, putting both tickets away. There's no point in dwelling on it. You are gonna have a great weekend and who knows, maybe you'd even meet someone new to fill that void in your life. But either way, you are determined to make this … “The BEST NIGHT EVER!” you declare with your fist raised high and marching out the door, preparing for the 10-hour train ride from your hometown Cottbus to Ludwigsburg.
Saturday, August 2nd - 09.30Part 1: The Queen of Cards “... konnte die Identität der dreisten Diebin noch nicht geklärt werden. Das Deutsche Museum München hat derweil den betörten Nachtwächter entlassen. Eine Belohnung von zehntausend Euro wurde für Hinweise in Aussicht gestellt, die zur Überführung der Verdächtigen oder der Auffindung des Mondsteins führen könnten. Damit zurück ins Studio.” You've been listening intently to a news report on the car stereo. It couldn't be … and yet could those similarities really be a coincidence? “Also echt! Leute gibt's!” The cab driver laughs loudly. “What was that about?” Takagi, a brony from Japan sitting next to you, asks for a translation, since his German is rather limited. The two of you met yesterday on the final leg of your train journey. Realizing that you were both in town for GalaCon and staying at the same hotel, you decided to meet up early this Saturday morning and share a cab to the Schlosspark in Ludwigsburg. “Well,” you say a little flustered. You're not even sure you understood it, even though German is your native language. “Looks like a naked woman broke into a museum in Munich and stole one of the original moon rocks from the Appollo 17 mission.” Ugh, that sounded dumb, even as you said it. Takagi blinks at you a few times, trying to decide whether or not you were making a joke. “Like … phantom thief? I only see stuff like that in manga.” “I guess so,” you respond lamely, scratching your cheek. You decide not to mention the similarities to the recurring dream you've been having. No point in making your new acquaintance think of you as a weirdo. You arrive at the venue without further incident and split the taxi fare between the two of you. Luckily it doesn't take too long until you get your passes, and you both head into the foyer. “Looks like we got in early,” you point out. “We've got some time until the opening ceremonies.” Takagi nods. “I wasn't gonna go for that anyway. Wanna go check out the artist alley with me?” “Nah, I'm gonna head up to the first floor. See you later for the Pixelkitties panel?” “Sure.” The aspiring manga artist gives you a friendly wave and heads off. As he vanishes between the booths, you're momentarily worried that his head could fall off, as he tries to look left and right at the same time with sparkling eyes. Having climbed the stairs, you get an eyeball on the theater, the Bürgersaal and the Silchersaal. Good, you wouldn't want to get lost, when the panels you want to attend start. Looking around, though, it becomes clear that right now all the volunteers are still in the process of setting up. The opening ceremony isn't for another half hour. Maybe Takagi had the right idea, but you want to take your time with the stalls. You don't want to get caught up browsing and end up missing the ceremony. This is your first con, so you have to be there for the opening. There's gotta be something else to kill half an hour. You get back to the lobby and notice a bunch of people off to the side of the main entrance. Restrooms? Couldn't be, considering the flashes from the crowd. Why would anyone photograph the toilet? As you draw closer, you realize that it's the classic- and boardgames room. Of course the main draw is the recently released MLP collectible card game. Pushing past the people in the doorway, you notice several tables set up. In the center there's a girl sitting at one of them … no, that can't be a simple girl! It's gotta be a model or something. Her hair is bright red, and she seems to be sporting an Izayoi Aki cosplay, a pretty revealing one at that. “Look over here, please!” someone shouts. Smiling, she looks in that direction, and you feel like you're going deaf from the sound of multiple camera clicks going off at the same time. Doesn't look like she minds the attention, although her smile seems kind of forced as she asks: “Uhm, doesn't anyone want to play the game?” The chatty group of males suddenly goes quiet. “Against the Queen of Cards? No way. I heard, she sent the last challenger run away crying,” one of them whispers. “No kidding,” someone else confirms. “I was here, when they opened the room. There was an exhibition match against one of the game's creators and she crushed him, even though they were both using unmodified starter decks.” Queen of Cards? You notice the sign next to the table: Starter Challenge! Beat our instructor in a Best of 3 match, using a starter deck, and you get to keep the deck. Plus you walk away with a limited holo card printed especially for GalaCon! Hm, you've been wanting to try this game for a while now, but had nobody to play it with. Since this is a starter challenge, it should be fine, right? “I'll play,” you say. Meeting your eyes, her smile finally reaches her eyes. “Of course! Please, have a seat!” She points to a chair across from her. You sit down and immediately get the feeling of a dozen daggers in your back. Only now do you realize that you've blocked everybody's view of their favorite photo model. This is gonna be uncomfortable. “What's your name?” the girl asks, ignoring the ominous atmosphere the crowd is emitting. “Have you played before?” “Uhm, it's Phillip and no, this is my first time playing.” “I see, a virgin, huh? Don't worry. I'll explain the rules during the first game. It's really easy. You can call me Ranko.” You can feel a slight blush creep up on your cheeks at her use of the word 'virgin.' Ranko, huh? Must be her internet handle. If you were a pretty girl, surrounded by this many desperate guys at a con, you probably wouldn't reveal your real name either. She puts two brand-new looking decks on the table in front of you. One has Pinkie Pie as the top card and the other one Fluttershy. “Pick whichever one you want. They're both about equally strong. I'll be using the remaining one.” Going with your gut feeling, you take the Pinkie Pie deck. “Alright, what do I do?” “First you put your Mane Character in your home field in the starting position. Your problem deck and draw deck go here and here. There's also two handy cards for score keeping …” You try your best to pay attention as she explains the turn order and general rules, but you keep getting distracted. Damn, her top is tight and her breasts are pretty big. It's a miracle they're not popping right out. Everyone who stands in the back, instead of challenging her and getting a closer view at those two beauties, has gotta be a moron. You don't really care, if you win or not at this point. “Everything clear so far?” “Uh, yeah.” Kind of. You don't really get what the fuss was all about as you play the first round. Ranko's been very helpful in explaining the rules and you feel like you're holding your own pretty well. Eventually you find yourself confronting the same problem card, with both players having enough friend cards present to fulfill the requirements. “That means we now get to have a face-off, right?” Ranko nods. “Yep, now we both add up the points of our cards involved, flip a card from our deck and add that value.” Er, let's see. You both have your mane characters at the problem plus several friends, which add up to eight each. No, wait. She's got an animal friend with Fluttershy, so that gives her an extra point. Her flipped card is 'Granny Smith', who has a value of two. That makes her total eleven. Nervously you flip the top card of your deck aaaaannnndddd it's 'Dance Fever,' a friend card with a value of one. “Guess, I lose.” “Oh? But it's not over yet.” Suddenly she leans over the table, pointing at one of your cards. “See this? Pinkie Pie has the Random trait. That means if you flip a card with a value of one during a face-off, you can ignore it and flip a new one.” “Wah-wo-one,” you stutter. Her cleavage is right in your face, and a storm of camera flashes goes off behind you as you flip the next card on auto-pilot. “Congratulations, you won this round.” You did? After she sits back down, you look at your card. She's right. You won, with a 'Marvelous Chapeau' that is worth four points as a matter of fact. Well, like they say. Winning isn't everything. The road towards victory was definitely sweeter than victory itself in this case. “Dude, that was awesome. Can you get her to do that again?” someone whispers from behind you. Tsk, now they're on your side? Talk about double-standards! “Alright,” Ranko says, with an evil twinkle in her amber eyes, as she picks up her cards and begins shuffling them. “From now on, no more help.” You nod in determination and prepare for the final two rounds with some confidence. With the boner you have right now, you couldn't get up from the table anyway. Needless to say, she crushes you beneath her heel. But she looks damn hot while doing it!
Saturday, August 2nd - 14.00Part 2: Would You? You've been following the Show Cast panel with Nicole Oliver and M.A. Larson with interest for the past hour. Now you're in line to ask a question and it looks like you just might be able to. There's only two other people in front of you now, and off to your side you spot somebody you've already met today. “Ah, Phillip. How's it going?” Ranko asks cheerfully. Now that she's not sitting behind a table, you have the chance to admire her cosplay more fully. The tight top with the Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's logo on it already showed off her assets quite well. But those hot pants take the cake. You don't know what it is, but there's something about the combination of this skimpy outfit and the thigh-high socks that almost drives you crazy. “Hey, Ranko. I'm doing fine. Are you working here?” She nods. “I'm here to make sure that nobody asks anything inappropriate. You know, keep it PG, don't ask about anything that hasn't aired yet. So what's your question?” “Oh, yeah. I wanted to ask M.A. Larson, since he wrote the episode about Twilight becoming an alicorn, how he felt the other writers had capitalized on that concept in Season 4 and whether he would have gone in a different direction with it.” She raises an eyebrow. “Oh? That's a pretty good question. You're pretty clever.” Then she grins. “You might have even won our match earlier, if you hadn't spent so much time, looking at my boobs.” You jump slightly and begin to blush. “Gah … I … Well, your outfit is pretty distracting, you know.” “Are you saying that I couldn't win without using cheap tricks? I'm up for a rematch anytime.” You think about that for a moment. “Pass.” The woman in front of you asks her question. You've only seen her from behind, but she seems to be dressed as a human version of Nightmare Rarity, judging from the white streak in her hair. “What is love?” You look over at Ranko, who simply shrugs. Seems like the questions don't have to make sense, as long as they follow the other rules. Even the panelists look at each other in confusion for a moment, before Mitch Larson tries to give an answer. “Well, we've seen Cadence and Shining Armor. So love in the My Little Pony universe is magic. Just like friendship. It would be nice, if we could explore that concept a little further at some point.” “What about Spike and Rarity?” the woman adds. “Oh, Meghan talked about that at another convention,” Nicole Oliver then jumps in. “Spike's a child, so we can't really build a real relationship between them. Sorry. Does that answer your question?” “…” Obviously not, but she walks away anyway. That was odd. Finally it's your turn, but as you approach the microphone, the moderator cuts in. “Just a heads-up. Time's almost up, so unfortunately this is the final question.” Then he gives you a nod. “Okay.” There's a dreadful noise coming from the speakers. You are too close to the mic. “Eh, this is a question for M.A. Larson.” He sits up straight and gives you a big grin. “Last question. Better make it a good one.” Oh, man! You wish people would realize that a statement like that never actually helps make the question better. But you're fine. You've got a good question. Even Ranko said so. . . . Unfortunately you've completely forgotten what it was all of a sudden. As you flounder around, trying to remember, you look over at her. She's simply giving you a questioning glance. Ah, forget it. You'll just come up with a new question on the fly. Let's see what comes to mind. So, like an idiot, you point at Ranko and ask: “Would you do her? Cause I'd do her.” * * * Outside the theater, you look at the redhead in front of you, who is sitting on a bench and holding her head in her hands. “I can't believe they threw us both out.” You feel really bad for her. While the audience was erupting in laughter, another staff member came up and politely asked both of you to leave. You really don't know what to say, so you simply hold out one of the cups of coffee you just got as a peace offering. She glares at you, even as she accepts the cup. “Why didn't you just ask your original question? Now they'll think it's my fault for not checking thoroughly.” “I'm really sorry. I just drew a blank,” you reply, sitting down next to her. “But I'm pretty sure he was gonna say 'yes,' until that moderator intervened. That's a nice compliment to get from M.A. Larson, isn't it?” “Well, yeah,” she grumbles, “under different circumstances perhaps. The only reason I took the volunteer job, was to see him. Now they're never gonna let me into his solo panel tomorrow.” “So you came here to see him? Are you a writer or something?” She nods. “I didn't have the money for a ticket. But volunteers get to watch the panels in their off-time.” Now you really feel bad. At a loss of what to say, you decide to change the subject. “You're pretty good at that card game. How long have you been playing?” “I dunno,” she responds, staring moodily into her cup. “About 18 hours or so, I guess.” “I see.” Wait. What? You stare at her. “You only learned how to play yesterday?” “Of course not. I looked up the rules in advance. Since I have no con experience, I had to put something on my volunteer application. So I said that I knew the CCG very well. But I didn't have a deck, until I got the box of starters in the staff meeting yesterday.” “That's pretty impressive. Judging by your cosplay, you probably played Yu-Gi-Oh quite a bit, huh? Maybe that's a game I can beat you at.” “Hm, dream on, virgin. You'd just get distracted again.” There's that word again, and you decide to set the record straight. “I'm not a virgin, you know! I just broke up with my last girlfriend three months ago and I haven't had any since.” Ranko blinks. “Wow, TMI, Phillip.” After a bit of an awkward silence, she glances in the general area of your crotch region. “Three months, huh? You must've at least masturbated during that time.” Geez, now who's just blurting out embarrassing stuff? Then again, you do like women who are forward like that. “Nope,” you give the honest answer. With a grin, she leans in closer to you. The scent of her hair tickles your nose. Smells like cinnamon. “Well, that explains a lot. You sure that your equipment is even functional at this point?” “Wha-?” You jump slightly as she puts her hand in your crotch and then freezes. “S-sorry, that was out of line,” she says, pulling back immediately. Is she blushing? And she's opening and closing her hand while looking at it, almost as if she can't believe something. You should just ask her. What have you got to lose at this point? “Uhm, Ranko. Would you … ?” “Attention, please,” an announcement begins to play over the speakers. “The My Little Pony Collectible Card Game Beginner's Tournament is starting now at the Classic- and Boardgames Room.” “Huh?” Ranko looks up with a horrified look in her eyes. “Oh, no! I'm a judge! I'm gonna be late.” Without giving you a second glance, she gets up and runs in the direction of the stairs. You sigh as you look after her. You were just about to ask her, if she would attend the Gala Evening with you. After you finish your coffee, you suddenly realize that someone has been looking at you the whole time. It's that woman who was at the panel. She's wearing a violet evening dress and her glittering hair is the same color, except for one white streak. But the most eye-catching thing about her isn't the, admittedly juicy, cleavage. It's her blue eyes that seem to have slits for pupils. Are those contacts? She's really gone out of her way for this Nightmare Rarity cosplay. Then it suddenly hits you. She looks exactly like the woman in your dream. Could this be coincidence? Either way, her staring is getting uncomfortable, so you get up and approach her. “Uhm, excuse me. I can't shake the feeling that we've met somewhere before.” She says nothing. Duh. She must hear that a hundred times a day. Although it wasn't actually meant as one, as far as pick-up lines go, that was one of the worst. “Can I help you with something?” Her eyes wander up and down your body, mustering you, seizing you up. If you weren't uncomfortable before, now you definitely are. “Yes, I suppose you'll do,” she finally says. “Do what?” “You'll be my date for the Gala Evening.” It wasn't a question. It was a statement. As she turns on her heel and begins to walk away, she adds without looking at you: “Meet me here at eight, and do something about your dreadful attire.” As you stand there in front of the theater, dumb-founded, there's only one question on your mind. “What the hell just happened?”
Saturday, August 2nd - 20.00Part 3: At the Gala You feel a bit like an idiot as you stand there in the Theatersaal lobby. By now you're almost convinced that she isn't gonna turn up. The whole thing was probably just a strange joke on her part. Still, you've fished the suit out of your backpack, which is only slightly crinkled as a result of it, and changed in one of the restrooms. Maybe you should have gone to the Gala Party with Takagi, instead of waiting here for a mystery date that is unlikely to even show up. Yet the Gala Evening was one of the things you had been most looking forward to, when you first decided to come. It was supposed to be a nice evening with your girlfriend. After the break-up, you still held onto that, figuring that maybe you'd meet someone along the way. “Well, looks like I'm going alone after all.” Well, with 80% of the brony fandom made up of guys, you won't look too much out of place. It could still turn out to be a fun evening. Just as you resolve to go in alone and make the most of it, someone addresses you. “You're early.” You turn around and can't really believe your eyes. There she is. The mysterious beauty in the Nightmare Rarity cosplay is just standing there, running one hand through her luscious hair. You can't believe she actually came. Although you haven't really come to grips with her uncanny similarity to the woman from your dream, you smile nonetheless and offer her your arm. “Shall we go in?” She looks at you and then walks right past you, not even acknowledging the offer. Huh? Did you say something wrong? Is she mad at you? “Don't just stand there. Come along.” “Right.” You follow her in and take a moment to marvel at the room. You'd been in here before for the opening ceremony, the panel and the cosplay contest. The only reason for you to attend the latter was actually to see, if your date would be there. It seemed strange that she'd go to such lengths to create this Nightmare Rarity costume and then not take part. At any rate, the room looks totally different from before. There's tables with snacks and drinks laid out on white tablecloths. A dance floor is in the middle, and up on the stage a classical quartet, all dressed up formal, is playing some music. The cellist is even cosplaying as Octavia. You crane your neck to get a better look at the chandelier that has been hung from the gallery up above. It was definitely the right decision to come here. You could have a straight-up party with modern music any day, but this really feels like the Grand Galloping Gala it is modeled after. Feels like Princess Celestia herself could walk through those doors at any second. Your sense of wonder evaporates, however, when you spot your date looking across the floor with a slightly bored expression. “Uhmm, wanna dance?” “No.” Just as well, you think. Although you took some dance classes as a kid in preparation for your cousin's wedding, you're probably not all that great at it. “Wanna get something to eat?” “No.” This wasn't going well at all, as far as dates went. “Okay, what do you wanna do?” “…” “Maybe we could just talk for a bit?” “What about?” What about? How should you know? You don't have the foggiest idea of who this woman is, much less her likes and interests. Just then a red-haired angel descends on the edge of your vision, bringing salvation from the awkwardness of the moment, and holds out a tray with some glasses on it. “Champagne?” You blink several times. “Ranko?” What's more, she seems to be wearing a french maid outfit. You've always been a sucker for those. “You look really cute in that.” “I do hope you enjoy the view,” she replies with a sour expression. “It's because of you that I have to wear this ridiculous thing.” “Because of me? Why?” “None of the other volunteers wanted to, so my boss basically blackmailed me into it. He said, if I wanted to have any hope of getting to see M.A. Larson's solo panel tomorrow, I had better take one for the team.” She grabs the edge of the skirt and tries to pull it down, although there really isn't enough cloth there to cover all of her thighs. “This thing has gotta be two sizes too small for me.” She seems really unhappy about it, although in comparison to her attire from earlier, it is downright modest. Well, the cleavage is about the same, but this one at least covers her mid-rift in frilly, aprony goodness. “Are you gonna take some champagne or not?” “Oh, right.” Seeing that your companion has already gotten one of the tall glasses, you also take one by the stem. Now, what would be a good toast? That might break the ice with her. Just as you start to raise your glass, Nightmare Rarity tilts hers back and drinks it down in one go. Then she puts the empty glass back onto Ranko's tray. “Well, cheers,” you say dryly as you take a nip. It's fruity and bubbly, but there's something off about the taste. “Wait, is this non-alcoholic?” “Well, duh! We've got teenagers here, so we can't serve the real stuff,” Ranko points out. She looks around conspicuously and then whispers while jabbing her thumb in the direction of a certain table. “I'm pretty sure someone spiked the punch, though. Probably their idea of an in-joke. But you didn't hear it from me.” Hearing that, your date immediately makes her way over to the table indicated and fills a cup from the bowl. Just like the non-alcoholic champagne, she chugs it back in one go. Then she fills her cup again, and again. “Three months, huh?” Ranko asks with a raised eyebrow. “Normally I have a pretty good bullshit radar for guys trying to get into my panties. But you're good. Really had me going there.” Oh, crap! She's totally gotten the wrong idea. “No, you misunderstand. I only met her today, just after you left in fact.” And you were initially gonna ask Ranko, although you can't very well say that with your date within ear-shot. “Uh-huh.” “It's true! I only met …” Realizing that you missed something fairly important, you turn around to the mystery woman. “Ehm, sorry about that. What did you say your name was again?” “I didn't,” she simply responds and goes back to drinking punch. Ranko looks at her and then back at you. “Are you sure she's all there in the head?” she asks in a whisper. “I don't know,” you say, looking back at that mysterious woman, of whom you can't seem to make sense of. “Actually, I think I might have dreamed her up.” “Huh!?” You can't really blame Ranko for giving you a look, as if you'd just dropped your pants and whipped it out in public. It does sound kind of insane, when you put it into words like that. While you're wrestling with how to best explain this, you can see a man approaching Nightmare Rarity. With his blonde hair and white tux he almost reminds you of Prince Blueblood. “Hello there, beautiful. All alone here at the Gala?” he asks. She pretty much ignores him and continues to drink. “Hey, don't give me the cold shoulder, honey.” Then he squarely places a hand on her hip. “What's your name? You and I could have some fun together.” Grumbling, you prepare to walk over there and tell this guy to lay off, but then something unexpected happens. Nightmare Rarity very lightly closes her fingers around his wrist. Crunch! “Ahhhhhh!!!” The guy screams as if he was being roasted on a spit. Your date, on the other hand, seems to not even notice the man writhing in pain and screaming bloody murder at her feet, and she's not relinquishing her iron grip either. Instead she dunks her cup back into the bowl with her free hand and gives you a cross-eyed smile. “Hey, this stuff is pretty nice.” * * * In the end it took three staff members to get her to release that guy. Then she passed out drunk and now she's resting with her head in your lap as you sit on the curbstone in front of the venue, pondering what to do. Next to you someone else is also pondering her lot in life. Ranko's been sitting there for the past ten minutes in a far too familiar posture, namely with her head hanging low and resting in the palms of her hands. They must have kicked her out right after you. She didn't even have time to change out of her maid outfit. “Why?” she finally asks. “What have I ever done to you? Did we have some kind of feud going on in an earlier life? Why are you so hell-bent on destroying me?” “Hey, it's not my fault. It's really not fair that they held you accountable, just cause you were the staff member closest to us. There's nothing you could've done.” “No shit, Sherlock,” she spits out acidly. “But after earlier today, they figured that we knew each other, thinking we were trying to pull some kind of prank on them. They didn't even listen to me. Took my pass, took my room keys, and now I'm here.” To be fair, she does share a little blame for knowing about the spiked punch and not doing anything about it. But you're smart enough to know that this isn't the right time to point that out to her. “They took your room keys?” She sighs. “Yeah, they didn't want me anywhere near the other volunteers anymore.” “What are you gonna do?” “Sleep in my car, I guess. It's either that or driving through the night to get home.” Casting a sideways glance at Nightmare Rarity, she adds: “What are you gonna do about your psycho girlfriend?” You look at her sleeping features. You'd have any reason to be mad at her, but she looks so innocent right now. “Well, I can't just leave her here. I've got a two-bed hotel room at the edge of town. I'll take her there for now.” You give Ranko a sincere look. “You know, it is big enough for three. I can sleep on the floor.” You're prepared for a harsh answer, but it seems like she's genuinely considering it. “Beats re-enacting a cheesy 90s pop song, I guess. Besides, I'm not really sure that I can leave you alone with her.” Standing up, she brushes the dirt off her maid outfit. “Wait here. I'll bring my car around. We can put her across the back seat.”
Saturday, August 2nd - 22.00Part 4: Three's Company The running water next door stops. For a moment back there it seemed like Ranko was about to change her mind about coming in, but the prospect of having access to a shower seems to have ultimately won her over. You're sitting on one of the large beds, while Nightmare Rarity is sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, flipping lazily through the channels of the TV set of the hotel room. About half an hour after you carried her up here, she simply woke up, apparently not remembering anything after that first cup of punch. It's like she's never had a drop of alcohol in her life. You really can't seem to make sense of her. In some ways she seems to be totally clueless about the world, almost naïve. Then again, she carries herself with such confidence, as if she knows exactly what she wants, whatever that may be. The TV shows a news program right now. They're still reporting on the theft, showing a photo of the missing moon stone. Looks like an ordinary piece of gray rock to you. You see Rarity looking at you with a penetrating gaze, then switching the channel again. “Hah! That was great,” Ranko sighs as she steps out of the shower. Woah! She's wearing a pink negligee with just her panties. Your eyes are automatically drawn to her breasts, and it's evident that she's not wearing a bra! “Hey, eyes up here, Romeo,” she says. “Uh, sorry.” Ranko sighs and sits beside you on the bed. “You get anything out of her?” You shake your head. “No. She doesn't have any ID with her, and she still hasn't given me her name. Makes me wonder how she ever got a GalaCon pass at check-in. But she's not objecting to being called Nightmare Rarity or just Rarity.” Ranko frowns. “Amnesia?” “I don't thinks so. She seems to be able to recall the events of today just fine, with the exception of roughing up wannabe Blueblood.” Ranko keeps staring at her as Rarity flips through the channels again. She probably doesn't even understand any of the words spoken. As far as you can tell, she doesn't understand any German. That's why you and Ranko have decided to keep your conversations in English, so she won't feel left out. “Just so you know,” Ranko says in a low whisper, so she can't hear her. “If she murders us in our sleep with a nail file, I'm blaming you.” You give her a weak smile. She may be a bit strange, but you can't believe that Rarity is dangerous. “You have a weird imagination.” “That's what they always say. Always ends with somebody finding a lamp made out of human skin.” She shimmies across the bed and sits behind you. “Sit up straight.” You don't really know what she's about to do, but you swing your legs over the edge and straighten your back nonetheless. “Ngh.” You moan as she starts massaging your tired neck. “That feels great.” Rarity isn't that heavy, but carrying her up here was still hard work. You turned down Ranko's offer to help in a, probably foolish, attempt to prove your manliness to her. “ … You're a pretty decent guy, all things considered. A lot of people wouldn't have bothered to help her out.” “So, does that mean you forgive me for getting you kicked out of the con?” you ask hopefully. “Uhh.” Her answer comes in the form of pressing her thumbs painfully into your back. “This and that are two different things. The massage is my thanks for letting me stay for the night. Don't read too much into it.” Suddenly the TV turns off and Rarity stands in front of you. “You're showing appreciation.” “Yeah,” Ranko responds, seemingly unsure of whether it was a question. Rarity runs her hand through her hair, brushing it back, so her generous cleavage in the single-strap dress is clearly visible. “Then I must also give you my thanks, for your help.” “That's really not necessary,” you say with a smile. “I did it, because I wanted to.” “Hm. I don't know much about your culture, but this should do.” She kneels down in front of you and, with a no-nonsense expression on her beautiful face, begins to unbutton your pants and unzip your fly. “What are you doing?” Ranko screams. “You can't just … you can't … woah …” You can hear her swallow hard behind you. Yeah, you get that reaction a lot, when girls first lay eyes on your pride. “It's so … big.” Rarity has pulled it out of your pants and is looking it over clinically. You can feel her hot breath on your shaft, since her face is so close. “I've seen bigger.” Ranko actually splutters behind your back. “D … y … No, you haven't! I mean … look at it! It's almost as long as my forearm.“ She's leaning forward, looking at it over your shoulder, and as result you can feel her breasts press against your back. What a wonderfully soft sensation. “Horses have bigger ones,” Rarity points out. “The … Well, yeah. That doesn't necessarily make them sensitive lovers.” “Uhm, girls?” You scratch your cheek, trying to get a word in. “It's kind of embarrassing, if you stare at it and comment on it as if I wasn't here.” “Deal with it,” Ranko tells you coldly. “You've been ogling me all day. Now it's my turn.” “Fair enough,” you concede. There are worse things than having your cock admired by two pretty girls. “Humans talk too much,” Rarity says, and wraps her lips around the tip. You draw in your breath sharply and sit up straight. It's amazing how she's creating a vacuum and sucking it in. When you think that you couldn't be luckier, Ranko reaches around from behind you, gingerly touching your shaft with delicate fingers. “I thought for sure, this couldn't be real, when I accidentally touched you earlier,” she breathes. This situation is so surreal, but you feel like you can press your luck even further. “It wasn't really by accident, now was it?” you ask her. “I saw the look on your face. You must have been thinking about it the whole day.” “No, I haven't,” she replies fervently, but she still grabs hold of your shaft and begins rubbing it up and down. “Yes, you have. You want it, don't you?” Your cock is rock-hard by now, receiving the attention of both these ladies. Reaching your hand forward, you stroke Rarity's hair, who moves her head faster in response. “You could learn a lot from her, you know. She's honest with her feelings.” Suddenly Ranko let's go and abruptly stands up. Crap, now you've really done it. You had a threesome within your grasp and you blew it! This was a once in a lifetime chance. “Move over.” You can't believe your eyes as Ranko kneels down next to Rarity. With her eyes fixed on your member, she holds it up to admire it for a moment, and then slowly runs her tongue along the underside, all the way from the base to the tip. A shudder runs along your spine. “Ahhh.” Casting her eyes upward, Ranko grins at you. “That's cute. You moan like a girl.” “I don't mind, as long as you keep doing that.” Rarity has been watching this exchange curiously. “So is this what you call love then?” Both you and Ranko begin to blush. “I don't think you could call it love at this stage. Friends with benefits maybe?” You shrug. “Works for me.” “Hm.” Rarity frowns. “I hate friendship. But this isn't so bad.” Then she leans over and kisses Ranko full on the lips. “Mmmh?” Of course the red-head is shocked initially and her eyes are wide open, but she doesn't pull back. After a few moments, she opens her mouth and you can see their tongues mingling at the corners of their mouths. Ranko reaches out her hand and pulls Rarity's halter over her shoulder, pulling the dress down and stripping her to the waist. Taking her breast in one hand, she massages it in a circular motion. In return Rarity grabs the hem of her opposite's negligee, pulling it up. Ranko seems reluctant to break the kiss, but holds her arms above her head. Soon she's stripped down to her panties and Rarity leans forward, taking her nipple into her mouth and sucking on it. You never would have thought that the day would turn out like this, with two gorgeous chicks making out in front of you in your hotel room. “This really is the best night ever,” you muse with a big grin on your face. Then the hardness in your crotch becomes almost painful. “Well, almost the best night ever.” “Ahhn!” Ranko moans as Rarity lightly bites down on her nipple, then she gives you a sideways glance. “Looks like Phillip is feeling left out.” “Ungh,” you groan as she takes it into her hand again and jerks you off. You can feel your body heat rising. “Have you realized that he almost never meets your eyes?” Ranko asks Rarity. “Shall we do something special for him?” Rarity brings up her head. “Special?” After a whispered conversation, the two girls come up to you one either side, each one enveloping your dick with her breasts. You're not really sure which one has the bigger tits, but it sure feels amazing. “So that's what these are for,” Rarity comments, as if she's just had an epiphany. “I'm sure that's what he thinks,” Ranko chuckles. She opens her mouth wide and lets some saliva drop onto your tip, then spreads it around with one finger. With Ranko setting the pace, they both start moving their upper bodies. The roughness soon gives way, as it's lubricated. They're so soft and it's been so long for you. At this rate, you're not gonna last long. You stroke Ranko's cheek, and she starts sucking on your thumb. Damn, that look on her face is so sexy. Suddenly you hit on an idea to goad her into doing what you really wanna do with that pretty face of hers. “You know, I've never met a girl who could take it all the way in.” Narrowing her eyes, she tells you: “Is that a challenge, big boy? I must have really bruised your ego, when I kicked your cute butt during that card game.” “Sounds like you're making excuses,” you tell her. “Alright, tough guy.” She draws back and kneels in front of you. “Bring it on.” You stand up and get closer to her, stroking her hair. Her lips part slightly, as you press your tip against them, and you're almost crying in happiness. Meanwhile Rarity is standing behind you, nibbling on the back of your neck while lifting up your shirt to run her hands along your chest. “Don't think for a moment that I don't know what you're doing,” Ranko says. So much for being clever and subtle. “Then why did you agree to it?” “Because I want you to fuck my mouth.” You chuckle for a bit and grab her hair firmly. “Has anyone ever told you that you're a passive-aggressive bitch?” “Story of my life. Now are you gonna put it on or … hmph!?” Pushing your hips forward, you take her by surprise and plug her mouth with your pride. For some reason it feels damn good. “All that attitude you've been giving me, but I've finally found a way to shut you up.” You start to move back and forth, enjoying the feeling of having the last word for once. Ranko rests one hand on your leg, but she's not pushing back. It's at this very moment you realize, she likes it like that. Grinning broadly, you speed up your thrusts, fucking her mouth vigorously. Having successfully removed your shirt, Nightmare Rarity wraps her arms around you, massaging your balls with one hand. “Are you gonna choke her with your cock?” “That's the idea,” you reply. You've been enjoying the feeling of her mouth so much, you almost lost sight of the real goal. It's kind of a pity. Ranko's great at using her tongue to stimulate you further. “Gugh.” She coughs around your cock as you push the tip against the back of her throat. Oh yeah, that's the feeling. That delicious tightness around the tip. “Hey, now. You said you'd take it all,” you say, drawing back a little. You don't want to hurt her, after all. In response she squeezes your thigh, still not trying to push herself away. “Good girl.” Grabbing her head with both hands, you pull her closer, once again feeling that resistance, but this time she can suppress the urge to gag. You rest for a moment, giving her time to adjust. “That's good. Now let's go for broke. Rarity, why don't you lend her a hand?” “Alright.” Rarity kneels down behind Ranko and starts massaging her breasts from behind. “Mmmh.” Ranko moans around your cock in response, and the vibration sends a shiver down your spine. “Rawr!” You growl and start pounding away again. With every stroke Ranko manages to swallow more of your cock, helped by Rarity pressing up against her from behind and you holding onto her hair. “Take it! Take it all, Ranko!” With one last push, you go all the way and lock her head in place. Looking down, you can see your shaft totally gone. She looks up at you through misty and heavily lidded eyes. Oh man, that expression is great. “Ugh!” You can't take it anymore. Pulling out completely, you aim at their faces and start jerking off quickly. “Say 'ahh', girls. Here it comes.” Ranko seems a bit dazed, but Rarity hugs her from behind, pressing her cheek against Ranko's to keep her stable, and opens her mouth wide. “Ahh!” With a drawn-out scream, you climax harder than you have in a long time. Three months' worth of your sperm shoots out in long, thick strands, making a gooey mess of the girls' faces. Totally exhausted, your knees threaten to give out under you, and you fall back onto the bed. You watch Rarity move the cum, she managed to catch, around her open mouth with her tongue. Then she closes her eyes and swallows it with an audible gulp. “It's so thick and smelly.” Ranko got most of it on her face and now Rarity leans over, sticking out her tongue and scooping it up. The red-head is still busy catching her breath, so she doesn't mind the mixture of spit and sperm dropping from her chin onto her chest. Or maybe she's just letting it be, since Rarity seems to have fun, rubbing it into her skin and making her breasts glisten with it. “Don't hog it all for yourself,” Ranko complains, finally having calmed down enough to speak again. You certainly can't accuse Rarity of beings selfish, as she takes Ranko's chin into one hand and tilts back her head. Then she moves her own face over Ranko's open mouth, letting the current load drop into the other girl's mouth. “Mmmh.” They both kiss again, swapping the cum back and forth between them. Damn, you've just blown such a massive load. But watching these two make out, covered in your jizz, makes you almost instantly hard again. Having regained her strength, Ranko stands up, pulling Rarity to her feet as well. As they continue to kiss, she strips Rarity of the rest of her dress and then gets rid of her own panties. Catching a glimpse of them, you can see that they're totally soaked. Looks like she really enjoyed that rough deepthroat. There aren't many girls like that, even less who can handle your size. At least that you've met. You watch them move over to the other bed, where Ranko pins Rarity down beneath her. Their tits are pressing against each other as they kiss, and you recall the feeling of their double-titfuck from earlier. You're practically mesmerized, cause their rears are sticking out in your direction, their wet sexes clearly shining in the lamplight. After several more minutes of watching them, Ranko eventually brings her head up, looking at you over her shoulder with an annoyed look. “What are you waiting for? A written invitation?” she asks, wiggling her hips. You blink. “Oh. Ohhhh.” “Why do males of any species need to have the obvious spelled out for them sometimes?” Rarity comments dryly as you make your way over, taking up a position behind them. “Tell me about it, sister,” Ranko adds. Since when have these two become part of the girly chit-chat club? But as you line up your once again hard member, you're faced with a very serious question. Which one to take first? “Come on, hurry up already,” Ranko prods, shaking her hips again. “Hm, alright then.” Very deliberately you brush your tip against Ranko's entrance, and then angle downward to plunge into Rarity. “Ahhh!” Woah, she's got a pretty sensual moan. Time to start moving your hips. Ranko, on the other hand, is looking at you with a pouty face. “What's wrong?” you ask with a grin. “Hmph, nothing. Nothing at all.” You lean forward, trying to make as much slapping noises as possible while fucking Rarity. You also slightly push Ranko's body down, so the two girls have their nipples rubbing against each other. Sniffing at Ranko's hair, you get that delightful hint of cinnamon again. Must be the shampoo she's using. “If you want some of the action, all you have to do is ask nicely.” “Why should I do that?” Reaching around her, you put two fingers into her mouth, sort of like a fishhook. She immediately begins to suck on them. “Because you've been bad-mouthing me all day, calling me a virgin and accusing me of staring at your breasts.” “Weren't you?” “Of course I was,” you admit freely. “But what do you expect, when you dress up like that at a brony convention? Admit it, you've been shamelessly strutting your stuff in front of every guy out there.” “ … You're not the only person in the world to not have gotten any for a while, you know. Forget three months. Try going without sex for a year.” A year? It's been that long for her? “How come?” “Because being pretty has its downsides, too. There's not a lot of guys who have the guts to ask me out. You saw the losers this morning at the game room, too afraid to even get within ten meters of me. So I have to make the first step. Only a lot of guys have a problem with that, so I have to let them think that they're actually in control.” You'd never seen it that way, thinking that a girl like her could have anyone. Yet you're here now, and you can't help but laugh. “So that's why you're such a tease. Feels like I finally got to meet the real you.” She gives you a look that is still a little annoyed, but there's also some relief and playfulness at not having to keep up the facade any longer. “Yes, my name's Ranko. Pleasure to meet you. Now can you table the psychology talk for later and hump my brains out, please?” Well, you heard a please in there somewhere, so you decide to oblige and pull out of Rarity, lining up with Ranko's waiting sex. “Hello, I'm Phillip,” you say and bury yourself inside her with one stroke. “Nice to do you.” “Ahhhnn! Yes, fuck me hard!” She's incredibly tight, but also really wet. It's the perfect combination of squeezing your member and allowing it to move rapidly back and forth. “Such curious mating habits,” Rarity mutters, but you feel like you can see the hint of a smile on her lips. Was this what she wanted all along? While keeping your rhythm with Ranko steady, you insert two fingers into Rarity's moist pussy. Hearing these two hotties moan in unison like that, is far better music to your ears than whatever they're playing at the Gala right now. Acting on impulse, you bite Ranko's shoulder lightly. “Ah! Nnh.” She brings her head up sharply, but you don't detect any pain in her voice. As a result of this new position, her breasts are now swinging freely in front of Rarity's face. Taking the opportunity, she begins to suck at Ranko's hardened nipples again. You get the distinct impression that Rarity also knows this feeling of being abstinent for a long period of time. Heh, if she actually was the real Nightmare Rarity, she'd be just coming off a dry spell that lasted for the last thousand years. Alright! Time to man up! You've already made this the best night ever for yourself, but you want the two of them to share in that pleasure. You want to make them scream. Putting even more of your weight on top, you slam your rod hard into Ranko, already feeling your second climax coming on. But you manage to hold it back for now. “Mmmh, ah, mh.” They're french-kissing again underneath you, but their moans are still distinct, when they separate every now and then. You want to grab their boobs, but they're already pushed up against one another. Judging by how hard their nipples are, they're really enjoying it, too. Suddenly you can feel Ranko's insides squeeze you even tighter than before, and her head comes up again. “I … I'm gonna … almost there …” “Me … too …,” Rarity adds between ragged breaths. “Don't hold back,” you say, slapping Ranko's ass and speeding up for the final spurt. “Cum for me, girls!” You lean down towards her ear. “Shall I pull out?” “No!” she cries, reaching her hand back and clinging to your hips. It's almost painful as she digs her nails into your skin, but that's only bringing you closer. “I want it all inside. Fill me up with your hot sperm!” That's all you needed to hear. With one last push, you bury your length in that delicious pussy, releasing a load that must be equally as massive as your first one deep inside of her. Simultaneously you can feel Rarity draw in your fingers even more. Slightly bending them, you give her that final push as well. “AHHHHHH!!!!” They both scream at the top of their lungs as they reach their orgasms at the same time. You pull out and fall onto your side. The next few seconds is just the sound of three people desperately trying to catch their breaths. Then you can hear Ranko giggling. “It's so much. It's overflowing.” “I can feel it,” Rarity responds. “It's warm.” You feel like your body is as heavy as lead, but after that prompting you just have to look, so you crane your neck, seeing your baby batter oozing out of Ranko's gaping pussy and dripping slowly onto Rarity's slit, who is rubbing it in with one hand. Satisfied that they are satisfied, you close your eyes for a moment. You are almost ready to fall asleep, but there's a sudden change in lighting. You can tell, even from behind closed eyes, that something has come between you and the ceiling light. Opening your eyes again, you see both of the girls looking down at you. Ranko looks radiant, almost like an angel with the light above her head making it appear as if she had a halo. Even Rarity is smiling more naturally than you've ever seen her do in the brief time since you met her. “Hey, Phillip,” Ranko says, taking your limp cock in her hand and stroking it slowly. “Let's go for a third round.” As much as you want to just jump them and go again immediately, you give them a weak smile. “I'm gonna need a few minutes, until I'm ready again, girls.” After looking disappointed for a moment there, they look at each other and begin to smile. “Shall we entertain ourselves in the meantime?” Rarity asks, running a finger across Ranko's cheek and all the way down to her neck. “Yeah,” Ranko confirms and gives her a kiss. Then she turns to you and adds: “Enjoy the show while you recharge, and then join us whenever you're ready.” Grinning like an idiot and already feeling yourself get hard again, as you watch the two of them make out, you can only sum up the day's events in a single phrase. “This really is THE BEST NIGHT EVER!”
Sunday, August 3rd - 09:30Epilogue You wake up, a lot more refreshed than you usually do. That was one incredible night. As a few rays of light hit your face through the window, you blink and take a look around you. Neither of your two lovely companions is here. “Was it a dream … after all?” you mumble to yourself. No, you hadn't noticed it earlier, but there was definitely the sound of running water coming from the shower. It's only now obvious, as someone has stopped it. A few seconds later Ranko steps out of the bathroom, a towel slung across her body, while drying her hair with another towel. Noticing you on the bed, she gives you a radiant smile. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” “Morning,” you respond. So at least she was real enough. That's good. But she's not really the one you've come to think of as a dream. “Where's Rarity?” She stops and sits beside you on the bed, taking a moment to cross her legs. You can see white thighs overlapping. “She gone.” “Gone? Gone to where?” “She didn't say. She woke up earlier this morning and started getting dressed. When I asked her, she told me not to wake you up, and then she simply left. Didn't look like she was planning on coming back.” You feel a little hurt that she wouldn't at least say goodbye. Then again, isn't that what dreams are always like? As soon as they really start to feel like the real thing, you wake up. Without warning. Without a goodbye. “She didn't say anything?” Ranko puts a thoughtful finger on her chin. “Well, there's this peculiar thing she did. She walked up to you, gave you a kiss on the forehead and said: 'My job here is done.' Then she turned to me and said: 'Take care of him.' That's all.” You feel as confused by this story as Ranko seems to be from recounting it. “Does that mean anything to you?” Thinking about that, Nightmare Rarity's odd behavior and her connection to your dreams for a moment, you do come up with a theory. “Maybe … I dunno.” You shake your head. You can't tell Ranko that you think of Nightmare Rarity as some kind of guardian spirit, who came out of your dreams, so that you and Ranko could meet. That kind of logic doesn't even work for a trashy romance novel. But you decide that this is how you're gonna think about it, anyway. “Now then, what should we do today?” “Oh, right.” You reach over to your nightstand and hold up two GalaCon passes. “I was gonna tell you. I did bring my ex-girlfriend's unused ticket to check-in yesterday. You can have one, since it's kinda my fault that they laid you off as a volunteer. So we can go see that M.A. Larson panel, if you still want to.” You scratch your cheek. “Of course we might have disguise ourselves a little, so they don't recognize and kick us out again.” Ranko accepts the pass with a smile, but then puts it away. “I'd love to. But the panel is in the afternoon.” She leans over, lying on top of you and you can feel her voluptuous body press against yours through the towel. “How about we stay in bed just a little longer?” “I like the sound of that,” you say as you accept her kiss and lean back. “Ow!” Something sharp is poking you in the back and you reach your hand around, trying to fish it out. Holding the irregular, gray object in front of your eyes, you can't shake the feeling that you've seen it somewhere before. “A stone?” Ranko lightly takes it away from you and firmly puts it down on the nightstand. “That's my lucky charm. Thanks for finding it.” It may have been a trick of the early morning light, but for a split second there you could have sworn that her pupils had contracted into slits, upon seeing the stone. You look at her face for a while and it seems to be the same as before. There's no reason to worry, right? Come on, it's not like Rarity was THE Nightmare Rarity. Enough about dreams and spirits! Ranko's here right now and she's real. Maybe, just maybe, meeting her here was meant to be, and this relationship actually has a chance of going somewhere. For now you simply decide to enjoy the moment. And enjoy it you do, as her mouth moves away from your lips, bestowing light butterfly kisses upon your cheeks, your neck and finally moving on to nibbling on your earlobes. “Wanna know a secret?” she whispers. “Yeah.” “Sometimes I wish the night could last forever.” The End?
