Rarest of Lilies

Rarest of Lilies
The Second Piece

Light filtered into the room as the rising sun roused me from my sleep. Trotting to the sink in the washroom, I cleaned myself up.

Staring into the mirror I cursed myself for waking.

Fleur... What happened to her? I hoped I hadn’t made feel too uncomfortable... But of course I did. If she found out what I did last night, which was entirely possible, there was no way she would stick around.

Just then, as I thought I had alienated the only pony I had ever told of my pain, knocking on my chamber door. “Miss Rarity?” I walked silently to answer. “Rarity, please open up-” I interrupted her, doing as she asked.

“Good morning Fleur,” I looked at the ground, a bit ashamed for thinking she wasn’t coming back, and maybe more-so because I thought she would be angry with me.

“Chin up kiddo,” She forced me to comply.

“About last night...”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t let you do that to yourself. You were too vulnerable, it wasn’t your choice,” she soothed me. I guess she didn’t know my little secret after all.

“Where did you go?” I asked, afraid she might leave again. “I thought I scared you off with my break down. Some kind of first impression I made, yes? Quite the lady.”

“Scared me off? What kind of pony would I be if I ran away when a friend needed help?” She put her arms around me. Her mane smelled fresh, she must have stopped home.

“Thank you...”

“For what?” She casually stepped in, walking around me.

“For everything... For staying the night with me.”

“How could I not? In fact, I felt bad about leaving you this morning.”

“I feel absolutely awful for this... Like I’m putting too much of a burden on you,” I’d never asked her to, but she was carrying my baggage with me now. “I must say, I’m just glad my insecurities don’t make you think less of me.”

I looked her in the eye.

“Your shortcomings are my favorite part of you. I’ve heard so much about how you were the perfect pony, the most beautiful mare in Equestria.” I blushed. “The cracks make me admire you that much more.”

I had to... I lunged at her, planting a passionate kiss. She didn’t kiss back this time.

“I... I thought- I’m so sorry,”

“Please don’t make this any harder than it already is for me,” She turned away. “I can’t exploit your mood.”

I responded with a desperate look, “You’re not exploiting anything. This is me, Fleur. I want this... Trust me. I want... us... I know I’m not going to get fixed over night but... I want to work on it. With you.”

“I would ask nothing less,” She admitted, “But I know vulnerability when I see it.”

I scowled.

“Look, Rarity... I’ve been through this,” She sighed, letting her guard fall. “The same feelings. The utter despair, the yearning for purpose, questioning everything you ever loved. You’re not the first one to self harm,” She raised my right forehoof with hers. I saw the scars I had made on my person, then her own. “Calling for death- Have you ever seen the reaper, Rarity? Spoken your final words only to come back from the brink?” Fear stirred tears in her eyes.

Now crying myself, I found her limbs enveloping me. She caressed me pleasantly.

“Not knowing why, that’s the worst part. Your family wouldn’t understand, your friends wouldn’t care,” continuing her disturbingly accurate description of our apparently shared condition. “I’ve been so privileged all my life, had everything handed to me. The finest schooling, the most expensive delicacies... For what? Why me?”

“Fleur, I-”

“I can’t bear to see you this way.” Her feelings made clear by the tone of her voice. “I had no one to help and it took over my life, everyone I knew... They watched me descend, they lost the chipper filly they loved and cared for. You know what I did?”

I shook my head, fighting a lump in my throat.

“I made a promise. A promise to myself that I would help somepony like me. I couldn’t have dreamed to find a girl like you, I won’t screw this up. This is more than a silly crush, I feel it.”

“I can respect that,” I told her solemnly. “But I know myself, this is no product of my current state. Right now, I swear to you, if you kiss me you will be kissing my true self, not some twisted image.”

And with that her lips were on mine. Startled for only a moment, I subsequently returned it vibrantly. It evolved from a point of innocence to her tongue rolling into my mouth. I felt her velvet muscle run along the inside.

The tears on our faces were drying and I could feel her inner pain with every motion as she pushed against me. Somehow I was sure she could sense mine as well. I pulled away for breath, dragging the her bottom lip with my teeth as we separated.

“I need you,”
“I need you- now,”

We sang in unison. I laughed with her for a moment, then led her to my bed.

I laid down on my back, coaxing her with a wave of my hoof to climb on top of me. She obliged, placing her hooves carefully next to my head, away from my mane. She looked at me and I felt as if she were visualizing my very soul. The glimmer in her eyes flittered as she blinked, reflections from the window.

“Nervous?” She queried. “Is this your first time?”

“M-Mine?” I stammered, I wasn’t sure what the right answer was. “The only pony I’ve ever touched is, well... me.”

“Marvelous,” She kissed my neck and I gasped. “In case you were wondering, you’re the second, but the first mare.”

I gave a hollow smile.

“He was nothing,” comforting words. “An escape rope from my personal hell. It didn’t help.”

Was it wrong that this gave me joy? That the only other pony she had any sort of relationship with had caused her grief? No, I convinced myself, maybe a bit selfish though.

I pet her mane as she sucked on my neck. The feeling was very unusual, but still great. The body of the gorgeous unicorn inched closer to mine, the space between us closing rapidly. She twirled my stylish, blue mane around one of her hooves, I discovered I had some weird turn ons. I moaned once more, prompting her to release my skin from her maw. Once more we locked lips, I focused intently on getting it right.

Our tongues fought for a while, a game of passion. We hugged tightly and I noticed her hoof slide down my back, she clutched my flank, pausing the kiss and eliciting a mild squeak. She began to rub against me with her entire body in rhythm. Her breathing became ragged, tilting her head toward the ceiling. Flowing pink mane fell on me, which my eyelashes attempted to bat away.

I pulled the fabulously soft sheets on top of us with my magic. She lay on top of me, half propped up on her forelegs. “Close your eyes,” I thought nothing of it and shut them. “Open your mouth,” Hesitating only a little, I smiled, then, again, followed orders. Her saliva dripped from her into me, anypony else would have disgusted me, but with Fleur it seemed romantic. I swallowed.

Fleur went down on me, I was already wet. I crossed my hind legs and panted rough as she sucked on my nub, the pressure was fantastic. “Don’t stop...” her top lip rested on my clitoris now, her tongue slipped into my slit. God she was good. I put both hooves on her head, guiding her around like I knew what I was doing. “Fuck...” I rasped as she lapped my pussy rapidly. Her front teeth touched me, “FUCK!” My hips shot up, cumming hard.

Now she turned around, allowing me full view of her backside. “Just do what feels right,” she requested politely.

I nodded before she lowered her body onto me, I inserted my tongue into her cunt. She was indeed correct, this felt so right. My tongue fondled her insides, and I could hear the cutest squeals as I went deeper or harder. “You’re-” gasping for breath, “A natural,” I made swirling motions and moved around as she grinded her haunches into my muzzle.

I was surprised when her head ducked down and I felt her begin press into me once again. Our sweat in our fur gave a smell that drove us both wild. The white mare’s wet noises, as well as her moaning into me were like music to my ears. Every passing second we grew more intense, digging more into each other with precision. I put a hoof to her clit and the other on her flank, it was soft, and such a cute butt. I felt her copy me, she carefully brought me screaming over the top, with greater force, but didn’t let up with my own crusade.

She drew her face from my vagina, taking in as much air as she could, massaging me with one hoof still, fighting against the pleasure for oxygen. Then suddenly, nearly suffocating me, she thrust herself into my muzzle, as I pulled her in harder still. “Rarity! Oh yes! YES!” She rolled off of me.

My own hoof took the place of hers on myself, the other followed her as she tumbled to my side, twisting and writhing in pleasure, fluid poured from her. I got to taste some, but mostly I was satisfied with the smell. The silk absorbed it well and I placed my face in the damp area created on the bed by the substance.

The way her body moved was like a symphony, every single muscle was orchestrated to create the most absolutely spectacular display my little pony eyes had ever witnessed. I kissed her ass, still playing with her.

I turned, now facing the same direction as her, and lay behind her to spoon.

I waited until her breathing slowed to ask her, “How has a girl like you gone her whole life without doing this more often?”

“I never tried...” Her voice was now pretty and casual once more. “I hated the idea of sex with a pony I didn’t love, after that one stallion... It was just ruined.”

My eyes widened, taken by surprise. “Fluer-de-Lis...” I murmured dreamily beneath my breath.

“Hmm?”

“Oh, nothing,” I hadn’t realized I’d spoken aloud.

There was a long silence where we just held enjoyed the company.

The pink maned unicorn rustled about for a few seconds, getting comfortable.

“I think I love you, Miss Rarity,” The words were blowing my mind. Somepony loved me? For the second time that day I cried, this time from sheer exuberance. It was so nonchalant the way it came out.

“Love...” I cuddled closer, holding her hoof with two of mine. “I can’t believe I just heard that...”

I was nuzzled back. “I need rest, beauty,” she pulled my foreleg over her shoulder. “Hold me,”
We took a nap together in the afternoon-sun-flooded room.

Working on it... I was pretty sure I was in love, and I just witnessed a pony having an orgasm for the first time at my whim. Arguably, this was a step in the right direction.

Intended as a one-shot,
Now a multi-part with a bit of a plot
Jura~