The Lady and the Soldier

Visitors Part 2

A Rarity Carousel Romance

Precious little time is taken before everypony is refreshed. Finding out that Sweetie Belle was not only here, but in a relationship with her former little coltfriend wasn’t unnerving, although finding out that Scootaloo was part of that relationship did bother me a tad. We didn’t come from a herd marriage, and while I’m not one of those ponies that went around declaring that all herd relationships would be the end of monogamous relationships, I did feel it to be not my cup of tea.

“Rarity, thank you for inviting us,” Love Tap said.

I smiled at her, nodded, and then watched as my sister got to know her niece and nephew.

“It’s fine darling, I was just glad to find out that Sweetie Belle was here, and in good health. Speaking of which mother and father should be coming over before too long.”

Sitting across the room from my sister I took time to notice a few things. The first was that Sweetie had obviously become a bit more confidant in her appearance. That did so make me quite happy. I always knew that my sister would grow into a beautiful mare; however, the mare that sat across from me had obviously been hiding something before.

It’s unlady like to feel jealous, especially toward one’s younger sibling, but regardless I couldn’t get over the fact of how blessed Sweetie was when it came to her breasts. I wasn’t a slouch, and John had never seemed like he didn’t think mine were enough, but as I watched her with my foals, seeing the roundness, size, and shape of hers in comparison with my own, I felt… slightly inadequate.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder, and I looked up to see John. His eyes weren’t on my sister, or Scootaloo, though he had met them and obviously gotten a look for a moment, but rather his eyes were looking into my own.

“Something bothering you sweetheart?”

I smiled, shook my head, and looked back toward my foals that were playing with their aunt that they had just met.

“No, I’m fine.”

I was. I wasn’t lying, not exactly, but then I knew that John could tell that I wasn’t being completely honest either.

“Rares, I’m going to pop into the kitchen, see about getting everyone something to drink, maybe bring out some snacks, and see if I can make a pot of tea for anyone that wants a glass. Do you want to check the tea?”

There it was. John was clever, and he knew that I preferred to make my own tea. Of course Sweetie Belle would know as well. After all, there was many times that I had to chastise her, slightly, for using my antique tea set without asking permission. She just didn’t understand that such an old set was practically irreplaceable. I smiled at our guests, explained that I would return, and I followed my husband into the kitchen.

“Now, mind to tell me what’s bothering you?”

I sighed and looked at him, “John, are you happy with me? With how I look?”

He chuckled, and I almost stomped my hoof and left the room, but he kissed me slightly, “Pregnancy talking, or something else sweetheart?”

I felt silly about the whole thing. I couldn’t believe that I even considered the idea that my husband would think that my sister was more beautiful than I was.

“I… I’m happy to see Sweetie Belle, I really am, but she’s… her… Oh Sweet Celestia she has gigantic breasts. They’re huge, and it confirms that we have Earth Ponies in our lineage, but that doesn’t matter…”

He smiled, and then he began to laugh, and I started to walk past him.

“John really?!”

He stopped me, kissing me again, his hand resting on the place where our foal was growing.

“You shouldn’t be jealous, there’s no reason to be,” he kissed me again, causing a soft, and lewd, moan to escape me, “You are the complete package. Refined, beautiful, a true lady through and through. Your sister is nice, but she’s not you, and I love you Rarity.”

I looked at him, and using my magic to help me, I took a seat on the counter. I felt him pull my yoga pants down. I tittered as he did. He had then down less than an hour ago, when he had rutted me like there was no tomorrow in my inspiration room. I felt him kiss down me, my blouse going up, and I felt stop at my breasts.

He pulled the bra up, and then he removed my blouse completely.

“John?”

I felt my bra leave, and I tried to say something, but instead he kissed me deeply again. I felt my words failing me, not wanting to come out and work correctly, and then I felt him kiss to the valley between my breasts. He moved toward the right, kissing softly, slowly, with purpose, and then toward the right. He gave them both attention that I hadn’t realized I needed.

“I can’t believe that your jealous, especially when yours are perfect,” he whispered.

My breath hitched as he sucked in my nipple, my hands went to the back of his head, and I so desperately wanted him to rut me, to take me, and to show me how loved I was. He kissed down, to my belly, and then right above my panties. I moaned, so desperately in need of his attention, but he stopped. I looked at him, hoping that he understood that I wanted, no needed, him to finish.

“Come here sweetheart,” he said as he helped me down.

I felt him guide me until I was turned around, my yoga pants down, my panties followed, and I waited for the wonderful feeling of what was coming. He grabbed my tail, lifting it, and making me present my tailhole.

“John…”

“Who shouldn’t be jealous?”

“Me.”

I felt something slick, and I could see the lid to the cooking oil. A finger pressed against me, and then I felt a kiss on the back of my neck.

“Sweetheart, can you pop something in here? That little toy that I know you’ve been using from time to time?”

I swallowed as he said that. My mind tried to clear, I pictured it, and then what looked like something the size of a goose egg on a champagne glass stem appeared. John grabbed it, but I didn’t get to tell him that it wasn’t the right one. The one I had been using was far smaller than that. I felt it press against my tail hole, and then it popped inside. My eyes bulged a little as that moved into my tailhole.

“Tonight… I go there, but for now, let's get things ready.”

I began to pull my panties and yoga pants back up but when I reached for my bra I found my husband, my beloved husband, holding it.

“John, I…”

Another kiss, and the flames from what we nearly started hadn’t even turned to embers. It was everything I could do to keep from magicking off his clothes, and just taking him right on the kitchen floor.

“Lets leave this off, go ahead and put on your blouse, but…”

I’ve been told that my glare could easily match that of any noble in Canterlot. That my expression of displeasure is easily read, and that most would simply do anything, and everything possible to keep from seeing that kind of displeasure on my face. John however refers to my glare as my pouty face.

“Rares, the pouty face doesn’t work. I want you to realize how beautiful and perfect you are.”

I looked at him, and shook my head, “John, I need the support. My breasts are getting full of milk, for our foal, and honestly a simple support bra does help, so please?”

He handed it to me, and I slipped it on. To be candid I wasn’t being completely honest with him. I didn’t want anypony to think that my breasts were drooping. Granted, it was just a support bra, nothing fancy, but I just simply couldn’t stand it if anypony thought that I wasn’t presentable.

I walked, slowly, getting accustomed to the plug John inserted. It felt off, and of course it was making my tail ride higher than normal. I prayed that nopony realized what was up there. I felt so dirty, but at the same time it was so thrilling. I was being a little bad, and John was being the same for me. I watched as he began to put together some snacks, and I began to make the tea.

I’d learned that Peppermint tea was perhaps the greatest thing ever created, and I began to make a pot of it. I did remember that Love Tap seemed to enjoy it, or at least she did back in Ponyville. She, and Button, had visited the boutique a few times in search of Sweetie Belle, and of course I enjoyed hosting for them while they were there.

John was mixing a container of Lemonade, putting together a vegetable tray, and adding a few cheeses to it. I watched him, felt him walk by, and being the naughty filly he was wanting me to be I lightly pinched him on his fantastic rump as he moved past me with my magic.

He smiled at me.

“Like you said, tonight Darling, and I plan to collect.”

I let the tea boil, slightly aided by my magic, and then I thought about the fact that all of my family was going to be here, under a single roof. I’ve never been ashamed of my parents. My mother was always dedicated to us, so was my father, and when they were raising me I never wanted for anything. I know the same was for Sweetie Belle, and now both of them got to spend time with their grandfoals.

I brought the tea out, in an antique tea set that John’s mother passed down to me. She said that it had been in their family for eight generations, and honestly it was just as nice as the tea set I had back home. No sooner had I made it into the large lounge area, then I heard the door. John, being the gentleman he was, went to open it, and standing outside was my parents, Applejack, her husband Anthony, their new herd mate, Roseluck, and all four of their foals. I could see that Applejack was showing a bit more than I was, and it was noticeable on Roseluck as well.

“Howdy Rarity, looks like yer gonna have a full house, y’all sure that there’s room?”

Hearing one of my oldest friends I smiled and nodded, “Of course there’s room. We have more than enough room for everypony, and besides, it’s simply marvelous to have everypony here. Please come in.”

What I could remember of Roseluck was how fidgety she had been in Ponyville, but she looked far more confident now. Perhaps being in a loving relationship was doing wonders for her self confidence. I watched as my father and mother hugged Sweetie Belle, obviously relieved, as I was, that she was doing okay. They then went to their grandfoals and began to hand over a few little trinkets and toys. I understood that they wanted to spoil them, just a little, but I did wish that they wouldn’t do it every time they came to visit. I wanted our foals to want to see their grandparents because they were their grandparents, not because of the expectation of a new toy.

Everypony began to talk, to visit, truly enjoy each other’s company, and it made me feel so good to see it happening. There was a few more trips to the kitchen for snacks, but Applejack, Love Tap, and Roseluck all insisted that they help. It felt nice to have such good friends wanting to help, but at the same time, I didn’t want to seem as if I was taking advantage of their desire to help me. Still, the time passed, and I watched as the night began to close in.

I was both excited and disappointed for the night to come. With it coming meant that I would be able to collect on John’s promise, but at the same time he would be leaving early in the morning. I was thankful that I had wonderful friends, and family, that would be staying for a few days with me. As the evening grew closer I began showing everypony that was staying to their rooms. I wasn’t lying when I said we had the room, because obviously we did, but I knew that some of the foals would be sharing a room.

It also meant that Sweetie Belle’s herd would be in the guest room on the other side of our room. Luckily our bedroom had a wonderful soundproofing spell in it, and I wasn’t worried about anypony hearing us. At least not until I released the spell, which occasionally I would.

I felt John move up behind me, the lights were low, our lovely two foals were having the time of their lives having a sleepover with Applejack’s foals. John’s thoughtful consideration of making a room with bunkbeds certainly did pay off. I felt the toy he had inserted getting removed, and I almost missed the feeling of being so filled. I felt him behind me, his impressive stallionhood touching where the toy had left.

“So, why were you practicing with that thing?”

I tittered lightly, “You know why, Mr. Marshall, and now would be a perfect time to test it out.”

I felt him push into where the toy had been, and the joy of being refilled, by a different size and shape, was wonderfully sweet. He didn’t rut me like an animal in heat, but he loved me like a how a loving husband would love his wife. He gave me the attention, the love, and lust that I would need for the three weeks to come. Oh, I’d send him pictures, of how my belly had grown, my breasts, tasteful, perhaps provocative, but certainly tasteful pictures for him, and him only.

I instantly was thankful for my soundproofing spell. Slowly, after a while, the two of us lay beside each other. Both of us were spent, but I was happier. John held me, protecting me from the night. However, a mere fifteen minutes later I began to hear something from the room next to ours.

Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump.

"Oh Button..."

Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump.

The tempo was getting faster, and I lay there, next to John, hearing my sweet little sister moan and carry on.

"Don't hog him Sweetie Belle," the raspy voice of Scootaloo came through the wall.

"Shhh, Sweetie, are you sure that your sound proofing spell is working?"

"Uh... Oh Celestia yes, right there, It is..."

Breathing out, knowing that there was little sleep to be had. It wasn’t completely a bad thing. Time spent with John before he left was welcomed, but at the same point I knew my husband needed his rest, and I certainly needed my beauty sleep. Yet between my sweet little sister doing what she was doing, and our newest little foal that was growing inside of me, sleep, beauty or otherwise, was not going to visit this night. However, I dared to pull a play straight from Rainbow Dash's book. I dropped the soundproofing that kept our voices from traveling out.

With that done I knocked on the wall, "Button, darling, no her soundproofing spell isn't working, Sweetie, you need to practice more, and please, quiet down."

Author's Note

(AN: I know, it's been a while, but I did want to do an update. Thanks everyone for reading, and know that the rest of the Vogonverse is being updated, slowly, but surely.)