Rarest of Lilies

Rarest of Lilies
Final Peace

I awoke to the same wonderful sight I had fallen asleep with.

She scarred gracefully, no clotting was apparent on the surface, just small, little indents buried beneath her coat.

No longer did I wonder why nopony ever saw that she had brutalized herself.

Her eyes flickered, she yawned with grace, then buried her muzzle in her pillow.

“Good morning...” The muffled voice of my lover responded to my gaze.

“Morning,” I continue to stare dreamily.

“You watching me sleep?” She pushed herself up and turned to me.

“Maybe a little,” I answered coyly.

She turned her back to me and stretched. “You’re such a creep.”

“Oh, hush,” Nuzzling her.

“You’re going back tomorrow right?” A sad inquiry.

“Tonight,” I corrected. “Can you come with?”

“What? You live in Ponyville, yes?” The city girl turned to face me. “I don’t know... Can’t you just stay?”

“I have work to do, honey,” I reminded her. “What is it you do, by the way?”

“Hmm... Nothing,” She rested her jaw on me, I could feel it move when she spoke.

“Then why can’t you come?”

She sighed, “Don’t turn it into that. I just don’t know if I can fit in with your country friends.”

Probably best not to push this. I was sure we would be separated tonight, and I wasn’t sure for how long. How would I visit her? The train wasn’t the cheapest thing in the world. I tried to change the subject.

“What’s your cutie mark for anyway?” I noted the three intricate markings on her flank.

Laughing ensued, “You first.”

“My talent is working with gems, my signature for fabrics and designing.”

“Simple enough,” It seemed hers was somehow different. She furrowed her brow, squinting her eyes. “Alright,” She cleared her throat.

“Elle dit non avec la tête
Mais elle dit oui avec le cœur
Elle dit oui à ce qu'elle aime,”

I blinked twice, gave a blank stare.

“I write poetry... French poetry,” Apparently three flowers were better than one. Not only could she speak the language, but craft it into beautiful sentiments. “She says no with the mind, yes with the heart, and yes to the one she loves.”

“Is that you?”

“Did I make it up?” She asked, not unjustified.

“No, is it about you?”

“Mostly, although I think it applies to a lot of situations...” Wearily asserted the sleepy mare.

“My little poet!” I teased.

Ignoring me, she breathed deep. “I’m going to miss you so much...”

“...So are we going to make today count?”

“Sure, but I haven’t eaten in a whole day, and I haven’t the slightest idea about you.” An adequate summary of my own dietary memory. I really was hungry, and to tell the truth I could not remember the last time I had consumed any type of food.

“Fair enough. Let me tidy up first,”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Closed...?” Fleur repeated the guard with an exasperated tone.

“Closed, Miss Lis,” She must have been here before for the patrol pony to know her by name. “You might ask the chef.”

“We wouldn’t bother the cook...” I said quietly. “We could just visit the store-room, the Princess gave me explicit permission to use any part of the castle I wanted.”

“Good day Miss Rarity. Good day Miss Lis,” The armor clad pony resumed his staunch defense of the dining hall door.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t just ask somepony to make us something?” Fleur underestimated my skills in the kitchen.

“I can satisfy you just as well,” I stuck my nose up and lead the way.

The door was locked, I took the liberty of bypassing such inconveniences with my magic. The princess did say I could go where I pleased, after all.

“So many apples,” The unicorn was impressed. “And oats... So much everything...”

I was wondering what I could make without cooking, I was emaciated and wanted to rid myself of this feeling quickly. “Gah...” My wit fled me, I enveloped an apple in a field of blue and bit into it.

Fleur rested her head on my rump, and gave me a whining: “But I’m hungry too!”

I telekinetically lobbed a fruit in her direction, missing intentionally. “Shush, find something to eat...” I was glad to find my magic at full strength.

She bit me, “My favorite! Marshmallow.”

I giggled, then felt her bite me again, lower this time, right on my cutie mark. She licked her lips, “Mmmm, you know what goes good with marshmallow ponies?”

“What?” I raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“I shall show you milady,” She donned a fanciful voice for that line. “Might you lay down?”

“I think I know,” I tilted my head and spoke seductively. “Why don't you lie down my dear?”

She lay on her back against a few burlap sacks filled with vegetables. I could hear the rough texture of the bags against her fur, she folded her front legs cutely and gave me an innocent look.

I went down on her. Knowing her well enough, I wrapped my magic around her throat and licked the crevice between her slit and thigh. I heard her stunted breaths and recognized her scent as it wafted through my nostrils.

The store room... Whatever works I guess, I magically sealed the door so nopony would walk in on us.

I still had the taste of apples as I ravenously attempted to devour her pussy. Muffled, she continued to make noise. I eased up my grip and she coughed, “You good?”

“SO good...”

I re-fastened my focus about her neck. The crushing pain was growing, judging by the widening of her eyes, but she made no motion for me to stop while I continued to indulge her sensitive areas. Her whole body heaved, trying desperately for air. I let up, not stopping anything else.

After allowing the gorgeous pony to pant heavily, attempting to regain some of her stamina, I mounted her. Kissing her, letting her taste herself on my lips. She gripped my face in her hooves, in response I applied mine to pressure points near her shoulders. She exhaled into my mouth and became more passionate, grinding her hips into me. Clearly more turned on than previous, I nibbled on her mane. She moved into me, our hind legs locked in such a way that we were able to touch together, both incredibly wet and excited.

With closed eyes, I leveled my face against her chest, and she threw her head back, knocked against the wooden cabinet behind her. “Ah...” A trickle of blood from the back of her head became apparent, but she kept going, ever the more enthralled in our intercourse.

I soon recalled her fixation on harm, and clamped my forelegs on her wind-pipe. She rasped violently, the dry surfaces on either side of the tube touching, not allowing air to pass in or out. Power flowed through me as I realized I held the life of the sexy mare in my very hooves... I let go, my clit was swollen and incredulously ready for somepony to touch.

Moving up, I straddled her face, immersing her in pink. My forehooves planted firmly on the ruined vegetables we had been making love on. She slowly pressured the engorged bud, playing with it, using teeth, but only slightly. I felt as if she was somehow more talented than I. I lost myself, shifting my weight and allowing her to work on me as she pleased.

I knew how much noise we were making, it was a miracle nopony was knocking on the door trying to see what was going on the food stores. Lost in our world, I rose up, she followed. I was trying to let some kind of sound out, but I found no mental capacity to do so. Unfathomable euphoria swept over me, I think my mouth was open, and I think I was staring at the mare who had performed such a glorious act, but who knew, liquid ran over her face and welled near her shut eyes.

I got up, it was very tough to stop her from pleasuring me, I probably could have gone again, but I wanted her to have a turn. My horn sought her out, she lay in wait of the osseous segment protruding from my skull. Carefully, I started to insert the tip into her, playing with her and making her beg for more. “Please... Oh Celestia, yes, yes, deeper...”

I generously did so, my magic flared, about to asphyxiate my love once more. “AH! YES!” But I hadn’t even begun to apply pressure, perhaps my magic was somehow affecting the feeling. Symphonic motivation from her moaning caused me to focus harder, a layer of overglow came over my horn, denying the pink-maned unicorn of oxygen.

She squirmed, I loved the raw emotion of the pony, it was utterly astounding. The amount of pain I could hear, accompanied by the intensity of the pleasure I sensed. Her body fought against itself, her brain competing with her hormones to bind the vital element. I released her trachea, only to quickly cut off the pathway once more.

My magically enhanced horn worked wonders on her, her thighs were soaked with her fluids. I passed my tongue over her soft fur on her behind. I plunged in as far as I could, rubbing her insides without relent. That was it, she shot up, her orgasm lasted for quite a while, she kicked and twitched furiously, until she ceased all movement, legs going limp. Finally I allowed her to breath freely, “You... are a goddess...” she uttered. “Where are your wings?”

“I traded them to meet you,” Such a witty pony.

“Wow, you are so corny...” She breathed, then lay her head once more on the cushioning.

I kissed her lips, then cleaned the gash on the back of her head with my tongue.

~~~~~~~~~~

When we finally made it back to my quarters, I realized how late it was. Time really flew when you were buried in another pony’s body.

“I’m afraid I need to pack up...” I levitated a dozen suitcases.

“How did you even fit all that stuff in this room?” She watched me fold and store my load of luggage.

I winked.

“No... Seriously...”

“You’re easily impressed aren’t you?” I completed my task in record time, magic was so useful. How did earth ponies and pegasi manage?

“You just put two tons of... whatever, I don’t care anymore,” She laughed. Then more somber, “When are you going?”

“On the next train; maybe two hours,” I gave her a solemn look. “Write me?”

“Every day I can...”

“Don’t forget me now,” I nuzzled her, feeling her warm cheek against mine.

“How could I ever?” Her voice was shaky, like she was going to cry. “You’re unique... All these other ponies I’ve met, they’re beautiful but... Nothing is really there... You give me something else, love, trust; those things don’t always go together, either.”

I held her tight, “I think you’re right, we have something special.”

“This is goodbye for now... I cannot bear to watch you leave...”

~~~~~~~

Weeks passed... I received no mail from my now estranged love. Even before my hope of seeing her had started to pass away, I had already returned to a state of mild depression. Many things would call images of her to mind, flowers especially.

Death returned to the front of my thoughts, each morning contemplating the worthiness of my existence without her. Not so much that I was undeserving of her, but that I alone- without Fleur- was dust on a gale.

I continued putting on my daily charade, my veil not wearing thin, simply feeling much heavier. Nopony seemed any the wiser. Love was tough to find, I truly believed I had found my soul mate, thus I looked no further in Ponyville.

Many days after the finality of the situation had set in, I found a single envelope, with no return address, sitting on my doorstep. The air nearly carried it off before I could catch it.

A few lines of scrawling handwriting I could not understand due to language barriers preceded their translation:

“You arrive with the breeze,
I die when you leave,”

I couldn’t react, literally stunned. Immediately I was convinced that this was no metaphor. I knew it was my darling, but I also knew this was the last I would ever hear from her. I stood for minutes, no tears came, which made me even more devastated. That was why she couldn’t leave... She was dying, she knew it... My world crumbled, undermined by panic and inward rage.

It was so clear... She wasn’t depressed for depression’s sake, she was terminally ill. How the hell did I miss that? Was I that self absorbed? I was really more suited to bear the element of selfishness.

We all fear change, but sometimes it can be a good thing. A new thought blossomed inside me, compelling me to live for us both.

To this day I have not shed a single tear for my only love, never expressed sorrow, for to cry would be to admit her loss. But when cool wind blows, I feel her at my side once more, her spirit instilled in mine.