Rarest of Lilies

Rarest of Lilies
Piece Three

The world was a brighter place, despite the cloud filled, twilight skies telling me otherwise, I felt it to be true in my heart. Thunder rolled in the distance. The the grey cover broke, and the pitter-patter of the rain eased in on the still open window.

Fleur was asleep, I didn’t want to leave her side, and I was too exhausted to use my magic on the glass panes. So in it fell, spattering on the stone interior like wet paint, dying the light grey much darker.

Minutes passed, the puddle crept towards the ornate, purple and gold area rug. Royal colors, I noted.

“Gah! Fine!” I removed my leg from beneath her carefully, she mumbled in her sleep, too cute.

Cute didn’t seem like the right word to describe her appearance (super-model came to mind, goddess perhaps), but deep down she was like any other pony. I guessed just the way she thought of me.

Dripping sounds tore me from my thoughts. I remembered the rug, hoping it wasn’t yet soaked.

The window now shut, I quietly cleaned up the puddle... I realized my thirst.

There wasn’t a kitchen in the room, it was just for relaxing. One bath plus one bed, well two with Opal’s... I drank from a glass in one of the washrooms.

When Fleur awoke I would request her to visit the dining hall with me, but right now I couldn’t get back under the sheets without waking her, so I mustered the magic to grab a parasol from the holder, and pushed the front door open.

I trotted at a brisk pace to the courtyard, the warm night wind bristling at my mane. Nature was beautiful at this time, the greenery... Cherry blossoms in full bloom glistened, stone archways cast dull shadows on the already dark cobblestone pathways. In several areas the lush grass surrounding the multi-tier fountain at the center was flecked with purple wildflowers. On one level I wished I could stay in this city forever.

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I heard sloshing through puddles, It was early morning.

Hooves covered my eyes from behind. “Guess who?”

“You’re such a child,” I laughed. “Celestia, you’re soaking wet.”

“You took my umbrella,” She removed herself from me and sat by my side.

I stuck my tongue out at her, “It’s too nice a night to stay inside.”

Nuzzling me, “You weren’t trying to get away from me were you?”

A shocked expression came to my face, “What? What in Equestria do you mean?”

“Sex can ruin things...” She looked into the distance, resting her head on my shoulder. “I know we just met but... I really like you. I don’t want anything to be awkward just because we jumped into bed.”

“Fleur...” That stung. “Alright, maybe we rushed this a little, but please don’t think this doesn’t mean anything to me. I woke up today, and for the first time in... I don’t even know how long... I was happy I did.”

“Don’t give that credit to me, I know I’m not the only good thing in your life,” She said, not fully grasping the truth of how I felt about my situation. “When you go back...”

“We’ll find a way to work it out... I promise,”

“You’ll be so far from me,” Not sure if she was crying at this point, the storm was lightly sprinkling her face too.

“I would kill or die to get to you...” I spoke truth. “Kill or die...”

“You can’t throw your life away for me,” She turned away. “I’m just a noble’s daughter, I can’t even carry on the lineage. I’m dead weight... A leech, I get what I want so I shut up and do as I’m told...”

“No way, you’re mine,” I put my hoof on hers. “Forget the past, now you’re all I need- all I want.”

Pressing a hoof to her forehead she sighed, “I’m not sure how to respond to that... Thank you, you are far too kind. Just.... don’t let me be the end all be all, okay?”

“Mind telling me what else I have?”

She gave me a peck on the cheek. “Mind sharing?” She glanced at the object I was levitating above myself.

Playfully, I jerked the rain cover away from her.

“Ha, you...” She gripped it with her magic, much more rested than I, she easily overpowered me and threw it aside. “We’ll both get wet then.”

I pondered... Would we now?

It still wasn’t that bad out, the dribbling speckled my coat. I was going from snow-white to steel grey.

I sighed, staring at her.

Before me stood Venus, the embodiment of beauty herself. The pony’s mane was slick with water, the magenta hair was about her ankles, each color accentuated by the shading. She fluttered her eyelashes at me. Striking seductive pose and smiling deviously, she raised a hoof and stuck her flank out. Every piece of her body was begging for it, one ear was covered by her hair, the other toward me.

“Here?” I was mildly concerned about getting caught.

“Why not?” She stepped closer to me, her nose touched mine.

I wanted to, and Fleur could see it.

The storm finally picked up, the clouds releasing their relentless downpour. Right here, right now. Where did this wild side come from? Was not sure, but I liked it.

Our drenched faces touching, we made out. I pushed her to the ground, forcing myself on top. My tongue wandered from her mouth at some point, moving to play with her ears. She protested, but gave in when my teeth became involved. Silly filly was enjoying the pain-I guessed.

I shifted, now behind her as she lay on her back. She went in again, and when she drew back I refused to let her go, biting her tongue.

She squealed, flailing about. So pretty, the way she acted while I hurt her physically. I giggled, releasing her.

“Are you into that sort of thing?” Wanting to confirm my suspicions.

“I never knew,” A wide eyed expression spread across her face.

“I rather like this side of you Fleur,”

“Do you now?” She winked.

“Let’s start slow, I don’t want to hurt you too badly,”

“By Luna... I think I love you,” Her body language suggested she had been thinking this for some time.

“Don’t think, do,” I pushed my hoof into her rib and she gasped. I didn’t have my magic at any reasonable strength, so I would have to stick to my body as a tool.

Everything smelled so clean, the rain was washing nature. The now flooded garden in the courtyard was ours to use however we wanted.

She stood abruptly, interrupting my fun.

I wouldn’t have it, I used the full force of my body weight to back her against one of the trees and swiftly drew blood with my mouth between her shoulder and neck. She moaned wonderfully in bittersweet agony.

By this point the torrential squall had brought my horn to nice sheen. Even if I didn’t have magic, it was still good for something. I wanted to be inside her badly, now she stood on all fours, regaining footing. I neared her hindquarters, by the heat emanating from her I could tell she was ready.

Inserting the spire atop my head into her, I drove in hard, attempting to inflict at least a noticeable amount of pain with my small bone.

“Fuck!” She staggered back. I was doing my job right.

Rocking back into me, the slender mare shook from head to hoof due to the cold and sheer pleasure. In response, I twisted my whole body to maneuver myself inside her, I could feel how little room I was taking up, but I think she was happy with the technique. Her walls were brutishly spread as I dug into them with the semi-sharp extension. I imagined the texture would be intriguing, after all, it was nearly ribbed- the way the spiral cut around it.

Unprofessionally, I manipulated her like a fine instrument.

Attempting to squelch herself, she covered her mouth, giving up quickly and stamping in the puddles. I toyed with her, every time she got close, I stopped completely and she swung her head, glaring at me. I just smiled back.

After about six repetitions of this, “Rarity!” Clearly disconcerted.

Puppy dog eyes.”What?”

She shoved her face into the bark of the tree, shutting her eyes tightly and trying not to yell at me. “Please!”

“All I wanted to hear, flower girl,” Nicknames were fun.

Her breaths became patterned, first deep and long, while I riled her up again. As I worked the pink, I listened for changes and felt her quiver in excitement. “Yeah...” Her lungs worked harder for sustenance, I could see her bones through her skin, she was so thin... I found myself much more attracted to her in that moment. “Yes, yes, yes,” She ground the side of her head into the tree, my little masochist was getting quite the high from it. I had really gotten a feel for how to move to get her where she wanted to be, my movements were rhythmic and fast, she fell into sexual cadence with me. Yesyesyesyesyesyes.”

She stopped, suddenly, but I continued, a ghastly screech permeated the stormy atmosphere.

“Celestia!” She paused to catch her breath. “You can stop now,” she ducked her head between her legs to see me. Her right cheek and brow were lacerated, sanguine fluid dribbled down from dozens of abrasions, diluted by the sheets of clean rain, and damn it was sexy.

“My turn?” I shot her a catty look.

“In your dreams,”

I bit her hard on the leg.

“Ah! Yes master!”

“Don’t call me that,” I replied, exasperated.

“Ah, then what name dost though please I bestow?” She turned around and crawled under me between my front legs, getting right to the point, lapping my cunt.

I rolled my eyes, “I don’t know... Sweetie? Something endearing, I’m not your domina.”

“Rarity?” She kept going, roughly dragging along my lower body.

“Mmm?” I wasn’t completely sure I could form entire thoughts at this point.

“I love you...” I wasn’t sure if she was looking for me to say it back, but I would have either way.

“I love you more,” I argued.

“I love you with a white hot passion, blazing brighter than 1000 suns,” She teased my pussy with her horn now. Hers was much longer than mine, I grew nervous to find out if I could take it.

“If you keep making me roll my eyes they’ll fall out,” Joking around with the possibly over-attached mare with a horn grazing my private area. “Besides, I love you more, I promise.”

I gasped, she surprised me. I locked my knees as she went in, it felt like an eternity from the time the tip breached me until she was all the way in. She was going slowly, catering to my sensitivity. I finally released my breath.

“You okay, love?”

“Divine...” I muttered, rippling in confusion from unusual pain and above rational pleasure. She pulled out and licked me.

“I’ve always wondered...”

“Taste for blood?” I wondered aloud.

She didn’t answer, her tail swished, spraying me with water and I felt her horn re-enter me. “Gah, warning please,” I was still new to the whole idea of a mare eight inches into me. I took it in stride, biting my lip and joining the dance. The tip was touching a rough patch, and every time it made a pass I couldn’t help but squee. I bit and pulled on the pink tail. The taste of sweet roses flooded my senses, why did she taste so good? I continued to gnaw and tug at the hair, I hoped she liked it.

I bent a leg to touch myself, then manuevered my hoof around my clit. The two feelings were completely separate, but I was pretty sure they were both headed to the same goal. As two orgasms fast approached, I tried to control my high pitched moaning, Fleur responded by ramping up her game. I was right at the edge, I put my entire mass into her final thrust, wildly hoofing myself off.

Lightning ripped through the air as I brought myself up over the breaking point, the sound of my screaming paled in comparison, silenced completely. The electric scent flowed into my nostrils and I came in her face. She swallowed some, the rest dripping down her neck and seeping into her wounds.

I fell off of her. “Are you okay?” She asked me, romantically licking my shoulder.

Blinking twice, I stared in silence for maybe fifteen seconds. “I think... I may be okay... I need a minute...”

“Did I mention I love you?”

“That- You may have mentioned,”

“You must be tired, milady,” She suggested. “We should get you some rest.”

“I’m so hungry though..” I just wanted something to eat, something other than Fleur. I guess sleep would have to come first, I was exhausted...

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The tall, exquisite unicorn prepared the bed while I stumbled about, playing with Opal, half delirious. “Mommy loves you so much, yes she does!” The cat was not amused.

“Stop torturing your cat,” She barked playfully. “Get over here and lay down.”

I listened to her, putting the fluffball down. “Prrraw.”

We were still rather damp and dirty, but I was sure we could take care of that later on, when I had any of my wits about me.

I watched the filly of my dreams fall into her own. Calming breaths melodically lulling me to sleep. How ironically beautiful she was with bloody hashes marking her face. I really had some weird turn-ons.

Tomorrow meant the last day of my Canterlot visit, I was going to miss her so much. The day would have to count for something...

No one has more grace,
Than Fleur with scars upon her face,
Jura~