Rarest of Lilies

by Jura

Rating: mature
Tags: Fleur de Lis, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Romance, Rarity, Sex
Length: 8166

Rarity struggles with depression, but meets a pony who can help during her Canterlot vacation.

First person (Rarity) X Fleur-De-Lis Shipping/clopfic.
Canterlot isn't helping Rarity feel any better about herself, and for some reason she's been sinking into sadness. Fleur drops by and tries to help out.
Complete!

Published 2012-04-05 21:24:05 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-19 02:41:15 UTC

The First Piece

Rarest of Lilies
The first piece

I stepped into my quarters at the castle. A fresh scent wafted through the air, carried by the soothing spring breeze. By the way ponies had been acting around me, someone might think I was the princess herself.

Opal greeted me, “Prrrow”. I ignored the fluffball, she walked to her bed and lay down, denied petting.

I noticed some type of gift basket had been left on my bed. I didn’t even look inside, probably some high class bribery. “I’ll go to your damn party, just leave me alone...” I cursed the inanimate object, wrapping it in my magic and casting it into the trash.

The bed sheets broke my fall as I flopped into them, asking them to hide my sorrow. My mental sheath dropped and I sobbed quietly into the silken covers. Good Celestia, how was this magical get-away not alleviating my sadness.

Ponyville wasn’t the cause of my despair, apparently. Nopony had been able to help me out of my depression. And there it was, I admitted it to myself, I was depressed. I knew it-I really did- but the weight of the words crossing my mind was crushing.

A rapping on the door roused me. I brought myself to my hooves, brushed my tears off, and made a quick pass at my eyelashes before opening the door.

“Well, if it isn’t the pony with the expensive taste,” A glorious pink-maned unicorn mare stood at the threshold.

My mask returned, “Well, if it isn’t the fashionable pony from earlier. I never did catch your name.” I matched her speech pattern mockingly.

“They call me by my mark,” She explained. “Fleur, Fleur-De-Lis.”

“Wonderful to meet you, I must apologize my forgetfulness. I don’t travel to Canterlot often, mind you, and I was swept up in the excitement... Oh! Where are my manners? I am-” I was cut off.

“Everypony knows of you, Miss Rarity. Introductions are quite unnecessary.” She stood with her head high, eyes half open, looking down at me.

I recognized her now, her voice was simply so different from when we had run into each other previously. Much sweeter and more youthful. Perhaps she had put up a facade, or just thought it sounded more elegant. I liked this much more.

“My reputation precedes me.” I grinned coyly, I knew it already, but hearing it was interesting. “What brings you to my humble abode my dear?”

“I would hardly call it humble! A stay at the castle? I resist jealousy with great effort.”

Wonderful... She just wanted to check out the royal suite... Very well. I played along. “Would you like to come in? Stay a while?” While on some level I wanted to be alone right now, I was so damn lonely.

“An invitation to the royal palace,” She put a hoof to her chest. Laying it on a bit thick aren’t we? I began to regret my decision to let this leech in.

She marched around for some time, examining artwork and checking out my temporary home. I stood by her side, smiling fakely as she marveled aloud. As she started making a second round, I decided I simply could not take her ‘ooing’ and ‘ahing’ any longer.

“I understand that you were invited, but I tire of your petty musings...” I made a pouty face at her.

She sighed, “Alright, I’ll level with you, I know what’s going on,” her entire demeanor shifted drastically. “Rarity, I see your pain.”

I gave her an eye. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not sure how the other ponies don’t see it, maybe they don’t care- I do.” Her words stung, and I wasn’t sure why. “You aren’t happy, it doesn’t need to be that way. Talk to somepony, talk to me.” She turned to me, looking away from the large oil portrait on the wall.

Her gaze pierced me, I could feel my eyes watering. “Stop this...”

“Rarity...” She trotted ever closer. My heart sank.

“Stop... Stop!” I was shouting now. I fell to my haunches, as she drew towards me.

“It’s okay,” Time moved so slowly, she tilted my chin up with a hoof. “I just want to listen.”

I stared at her, terrified, just for a moment, then bawled.

“Shh... Shh... What’s the matter... let it out,” I wanted to so badly.

“I don’t know...” I managed to conjure a few words. It didn’t stop the tears from ripping fissures down my face with my make-up. I buried my head in my hooves. She waited silently, hoof on my shoulder. “Every day- I ask myself: Do I want to live another day? And every fucking time, the answer is no. So why am I still here? Why can’t I curl up and die?” My voice was filled with anger, directed at no one specific.

I halfway felt like I was over dramatic, but my emotion just poured through. “Think of all the ponies that would miss you.”

“No!” My heart betrayed me, “I spend my whole life creating, giving away what I make, my time, my livelihood, everything! Where does it stop? Element of generosity... Why me? Answer me this: Who gives to me? What do I get back? Where does it end?” The sound of stone was jarring to her, she flinched each time I struck the ground.

I looked at her as if she had real answers, shaking my head, sincerity in my eyes. She put her muzzle to my ear. “It ends where you begin, those things don’t define you. What defines you are the experiences you have with others, the memories you make.” The most delicate insight I had ever heard resonated through my eardrum.

In a period of mental haze, as she pulled away, I followed. Our mouths met and, if only for a bit, there was bliss, a clearing in the sea of depression. Reluctantly, she kissed back, then stopped.

“No, not now,” My thoughts raced, did I do something wrong? “I won’t take advantage of you tonight. I don’t want to leave you alone though. I’m staying here, no objections.” I nodded, salty water still streaming down my face, painting part of my face black- like warpaint I imagined.

I was embarrassed, going for mares wasn’t something I could see myself doing, but who knew?

For the second time in my life, I got into bed with another pony.

She fell asleep facing away from me, not letting me touch her. My body was being cruel, I was overwhelmed with sadness, but here I was, getting wet looking at the unicorn beside me. Why was I horny? Seriously...

The sound of her inhaling and exhaling adjacent to me was amazingly beautiful. I hated myself the second I started, my hoof gently massaged my outer lips. Biting back a breath, I felt myself out. I tried to pant lightly so as not to wake the stunning Fleur-De-Lis. My eyes open, watching her, she turned over in her sleep. I didn’t flinch, she still slumbered.

My thighs clenched, the hoof working diligently, it dug a bit deeper. I moaned, quickly rolling to muffle any future noises I might elicit from myself by hiding my mouth in a cushion. One eye still watched her, taking in her full glory as she slept. My hips gyrated, attempting to attain the maximum possible pleasure from the experience.

I forged on, now much wetter than previous, I had proper lubrication. The warm fluid coating the area was welcome. I hadn’t given myself any attention in quite some time, depression was crippling me inside and out. But now I realized how badly I needed some sort of sexual release, even if it was me. Indulging again in my wetness, the edge of my hoof excited me as it touched my clit. I spat on the end of my other foreleg and reached down with it, I was getting closer.

Such an odd sensation, the drowning sadness and growing pressure between my hind legs. I wanted to cry, but I just went harder, numbing my anguish. I drew one extremity back up, and sucked on it for a bit, the taste aroused me further. Fleur switched sides once more, I could see most of her flanks now, her tail half covering the left side, but the imperfection turned me on even more. My breaths quickened, as did the speed of my rubbing.

I circled the bud just above my pussy and tightened my back legs, the fur adding to the feel. My back arched and rescinded with every motion, I was, after all, making love to myself. I didn’t really have anything to compare it to, masturbation was the only way I had ever reached climax before.

The white pony next to me let out a groan, sleeptalking perhaps, but it pushed me over the edge, i squinted my eyes tight, pressing hard into the pillow with my muzzle. My mane was getting roughed up, but what did I care? I looked like a wreck anyway. Carefully I brought myself to climax, allowing as much time as I could at the near perfect pleasure before, I released. Liquid coursed from my lower body, soaking the sheets beneath, I barely contained myself vocally. I hadn’t came in quite some time, and the sheer intensity of this left me shaking.

“Fuck...” I sighed as I finished. A cold sweat lightly covered my whole body.

Regret set in. Fleur would wake tomorrow morning and see -or feel- the wetness in the bed, and I would be utterly ashamed. I liked girls... Particularly the one laying next to me, and I had just gotten off to her. I felt awful in so many ways.

Physical exhaustion took over as I gently wept into the satin pillow. Sexual frustration taken down, I let myself drift away.

For the lack of clop I am sorry
But poor Fleur has no background story
Jura~

A Second Piece

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~

Piece Three

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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...

~~~~~~~~~

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~

Final Peace

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.