Rarity carefully eyed the stitching on the blouse. Her bags were mostly packed for the morning train ride, save for a just-in-case cocktail dress, her pajamas, and of course, her gifts, which she sat now inspecting. Pinkie’s blouse was light and breezy, drawing out the shade of blue that were her eyes. Fluttershy’s new hoofwarmers would complement her coat, and keep her warm while tending to creatures in the winter. Twilight’s new maroon scarf should keep her warm in those dreadfully cool halls of the new castle. Rainbow’s hoofball cap held a woolen lining to keep her warm during late season games.
Lastly, she held the gift for Applejack in her hooves, feeling the fine fabric and admiring her own technique it had been woven with. It was comfortably plain for the farm pony; a simple outing gown with a rich green color. It was a simple piece that presented a practical elegance. Applejack can be so pretty when she dresses up. I do fret that she’ll never realize it.Rarity smiled and rotated the dress. “My friends will love their … What the!?!”
“A stain? This can’t be! Did I spill my tea? This is the worst. Possible. Thing.” Rarity’s horn shined brightly as she casted her old standby stain remover spell, only to find the mark unchanged. She huffed to herself. This absolutely will not do! How couldsomepony bring stained clothing from the largest fashion expo in Canterlot? It’s worse than arson, or treason … or … or … corduroy!Another blast of her spell quickly yielded no results. “Argh! I’ll have you yet … Maybe the front desk has something.” She slid the hanger back into the dress. Then chuckling like a super villain from one of Spike’s comic books, Rarity took the garment in her hooves. “I’m afraid chemical warfare is the only option.”
A few minutes later, Rarity stepped out of the elevator into a lobby still crowded with expo attendees. Ponies from every corner of Equestria lined the bar and couches, chatting about the latest craze of fashion, or expo wardrobe malfunctions, or sequins. Ordinarily, Rarity would leap at the chance to join them, but right now she had a blight to purge from the earth. Her wounded fashion sense fueled her as she stomped to the front desk before politely requesting if they could spare her any detergent or stain solution.
“Oh no, you poor dear! I keep my own nearby for the foals when I grab them from peewee hoofball practice. Here.” The attendant reached down and pulled up a spray bottle. “I only have to worry about a bit of mud and grass on a couple of worn jerseys for my colts.” She let Rarity take the bottle of Holler Stain-Be-Gone in her magic.
“Thank you ever so much.” Rarity gave her a bow, and took her leave.
Stepping through the busy lobby, Rarity managed to take a few preemptive shots at the blouse with the stain remover as she took note of the crowd. Several young mares crowded the bar, filling the air around them with thick perfume and giggles. The bartender gave Rarity a wink, polishing a mug with a glow of magic. The mares alternated between sipping and downing the array of drinks in front of them. Rarity sighed. That looks quite fun. Oh … but I couldn’t possibly!
Rarity turned away with the tinge of disappointment.Never mind them Rarity. You have a train to catch in the morning. It wouldn’t be wise … Drinking like that before…
“Hey! It’s Rarity, right?” Rarity turned to see one of the mares waving a hoof at her. A sky blue mare in a pink skirt waved at her. “Heyyaaaaa! Rarity!”
“I … hello?” Rarity laid the garment against the bar, as she took a seat near the mare. “Do I know you?”
“No, I don’t believe we’ve met, but I visited your booth during the convention. I saw your demos for this coming season. Very cool. I’m Sweet Dream, by the way.”
“Why, thank you very much, Sweet Dream. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Rarity shook her hoof. “ I do hope they perform well. My assistant put so much time into those photos,” she said with a smile. “Forgive me if this is too forward to ask, but were there any pieces in particular that caught your eye?”
“Hmmm…” Sweet Dream took a sip from her drink. “Those scarves of yours seemed pretty great. The coats too.”
“I did put quite a bit of effort into those coats.” Rarity waved the bartender over. “I’d like some grape juice please.”
The mare stifled a laugh.
“Just a juice, Rarity? Come on, have a little fun.” Sweet Dream downed the rest of her drink in one big gulp. “Tell you what, me and a few of the other girls are going to go to a small housewarming party later. There’s a rumor floating around that one of the Wonderbolts might show up. As an aspiring fashion designer, it couldn’t hurt to get a little cozy with the Wonderbolts. You interested?”
This took Rarity by surprise. She had done business with the Wonderbolts before, but the notion of spending such time with them in a non-formal setting was new.
“I… I don’t know. It sounds very nice, but I have a morning train to catch.” Rarity sipped her drink, placing her hoof against Applejack’s dress. “And I wouldn’t want to intrude on a party for somepony’s new home, especially somepony I barely know.”
That brought a laugh from Sweet Dreams.
“Rarity, this is Canterlot. A small housewarming party is practically a downtown fair. It’s a mansion. Besides, I haven’t met the owners either!” Downing her next drink with a glint in her eyes, Sweet Dreams placed her hoof on Rarity’s shoulder. “Come on. We’ll have you at the train station in time. You could even crash on the train, and be home in a wink. Besides, you might even get flown home.” She finished with a chuckle.
Her face tinted pink, Rarity sat up, taking Applejack’s dress in hoof. It did sound fun, if potentially scandalous, and the chance to entice the Wonderbolts with her clothing would be an incredible opportunity. Oh, Applejack. I’ll make sure your dress is pressed and stain free, first of course.
“It’ll really be something, Rarity.”
“I… oh, very well.”
Well this certainly is something.
Rarity sat in one of the many loveseats inside the new mansion’s foyer, a drink drifting around lazily in her magic. Having been stricken with a case of the giggles early on in the party, she had worn herself out dancing with the many strangers around her, laughing all the while. She still would be, had a few cha-cha partners not taken a hooves on approach to her shaking rear. A few harsh words and a slap or two later, she found herself sitting by the coffee table, drunk as a skunk. Her head was spinning like the olive in her glass, and she found she had to place it on the table for fear of losing it. Her drink now joining the many others that sat atop the ruined house warming cards the early-to-leave guests had brought.
“Ssssssayy Sweet Dream?” The words just fell from her mouth. “Do you happen to be-*hic*- uh very busy?”
Across the room, Sweet Dream sat in the lap of a stallion. Her lips pressed against his neck, while he ran a hoof up and down her belly.
“Hmmmmm not yet. Why? Whassup?” Rarity just blushed at the scene. Sweet Dream returned a smirk. “He’s the team captain of Canterlot College’s hoofball team, you know.” The stallion grinned and let his other hoof join the fun.
“I had best be on my way,” Rarity said as she managed to stand up without swaying too much. “I really did have a lovely evening, but I think I should take my leave.”
The stallion stopped nibbling on Sweet Dream’s ear whispered into it with a chuckle.
“No!” Sweet Dream gave him a light punch on the chest, before letting the stallion bury his nose into her neck. “I… oh … I can’t ask her that.” The stallion turned to Rarity and winked.
“Like I said … I best be off then.” Rarity turned and started to wobble her way from the room.
“Wait … Ah … Rarity!” Rarity tried to ignore the gentle rocking of the chair. “I’d walk you out, but I’m rather attached to my seat!” Rampant giggling erupted.
“Thatsss fine. Take care!”
“I … Ah!!! … Oh, goodbye then!” Sweet Dreams voice cracked as she yelled. “Hey don’t put that there…” Another laugh erupted from the stallion.
Exiting the main room, Rarity managed to walk herself to the front door. Her head was still throbbing from the music, and she could feel the liquor clouding her thoughts. Resting her head against a nearby wall, she let out a deep breath. She was drunk, she realized. Drunker than she had ever been outside the privacy of her own home. Ohgoodness, my head. Why did you get yourself into this mess? You’re toasted, and you didn’t even get to meet a Wo…
“Hey, are you feeling alright?” She felt a hoof press against her head.
“I’m fine! And I don’t need any help, thankyouverymuch. ” She snapped her head around. “Even if you are a … a Wonderbolt.” Soarin smiled. “Soarin? You’re here?”
“Yeah. This is my home,” he said with a shake of his mane.
“You mean this is your..? But I thought that-”
“Just signed the lease. Looked like a cool pad for the team to come and chill when we’re in town.” He took a step further in, and Rarity could have sworn she saw a smirk. “You’re Rarity, right? I think my jaw’s still clicking.” He smiled.
“Oh yes, terribly sorry about tha … ” She trailed off as she fell into him, the athlete wrapping a hoof around her as he caught her. “My apologies! I’m very tipsy at the moment. I’ll be fine once I get back to the hotel.”
“Whoa there! You can’t be heading out on your own. It’s late and it’s the city, and you’re … very drunk.” He covered her with a wing. “You could get lost on the way.”
“That’s very caring of you.” Rarity nuzzled against his feathers. “But I have a train in the morning.”
“I can handle that. But it’s probably best for you to just crash here for the night. I can take you in the morning.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude. It is your new home.”
“Please. It’s fine. Besides, there’s an awful lot of ponies who are going to be here for the night anyway. At least you’re someone I know.” Rarity gasped as he swept her onto his back with a quick pull of his wings. “Come on … It’s going to be a lot quieter upstairs.”
“Oh, Soarin. This comforter, where did you get it?” Having already fallen onto the bed, Rarity began to exam the fabric by hoof. “It’s soooo soft.”
“I’m glad you like it.” The pegasus said as he shut the door, using a wing to adjust the room’s switch. The lights dimmed. Noticing him approach, Rarity took on a heavy blush. Soarin’s eyes were half lidded, with a grin beneath. The scent of his cologne reached her nose, and she couldn’t help, but take a waft in.
“Soarin?” She sat up stiff. “I appreciate this. Really, I do, but what are you doing?”
“Joining you!” He laughed and crawled onto the bed. His tail flicked.
“Oh Soarin, I don’t think I can do that for you. I’m very thankful for the friendliness, but I-” Rarity jumped as Soarin kissed her cheek. It was fairly chaste, but his eyes were anything but. “Soarin! That’s very inappropriate!” Rarity jerked away, bringing her hooves in close to her body. He just leaned back, his face full of surprise.
“Hey I’m sorry.” He shifted away from her, kneading the comforter in his hooves. “I get so lonely when I’m out on tour sometimes.” His voice softened. “I thought you looked nice.” His hoof rested on her foreleg.
Rarity opened her mouth to further reprimand him, but she found her leg growing warm from the circles Soarin’s hoof was now drawing on her leg.
“Really?” His eyes lit up.
“Of course. Even when falling out of the sky you still had it.” His hoof moved to her thigh. Rarity didn’t stop him. She felt his breath on her neck.
“Soarin … I don’t know.” She could feel the booze buzzing around her body like bees. “It’s so sudden, and I can’t just do that for a stallion so quickly, even if he saved my life.” She reached down and stopped his hoof.
“Please…” He wrapped her in his wings. “Come on. It’d just be for the night.” His nose pressed against her own.
“Soarin-”
She didn’t finish her answer, as Soarin pressed his lips to hers. She knew she should jerk away. She should scream, and slap him and find a way home. But she didn’t want to. Her cheeks burned as she felt his tongue press against her mouth, begging for entry. She ceded to him. The pair’s hot tongues meeting and wrapping around each other. She felt her chest heat up. Soarin pressed himself against her as the kissing increased with a fury. Her heart thumped away as she felt the arousal of the kiss bleed into her stupor.
They broke; a trail of saliva hung between their gaping maws.
“Again,” she felt herself say. Soarin pushed her down against the bed, meeting her again. He almost growled as he broke their second kiss, moving his mouth to her neck. Rarity felt herself go stiff from the contact, as Soarin trailed kisses along her neck. “Oh…”
She returned the favor, burying her face against his chest and pressing her lips and tongue against him. She could taste his toned body, as she wrapped her hooves around the stallion above her. She felt herself burn for him, as the stallion stopped his kissing to inhale a deep breath as he buried his nose into her mane.
“Wow,” he said as he closed his eyes for a moment, before turning down to the mare beneath him. Her mane smelt of the freshest lilacs and roses combined with her arousal. “I need you. Now.”
Rarity’s tail slapped his legs anxiously.
“Come here, then!” Soarin hollered, grabbing her tail with his mouth. Rarity squeaked. Her entire rear was exposed.
“Soarin! Wait, maybe we shouldn’t do this.” He silenced her with a hoof as he planted another kiss on her belly, before bringing his mouth down to tend to her nipples. The pink fleshy nubs were erect from the contact, and Rarity’s eyes rolled back as he teased them. “Oh, that feels good.”
Soarin happily went to work. Lapping at her body with his tongue, Soarin was fueled by the hints of perfume that blended with the mare’s sweet sweat.
Rarity felt herself winking uncontrollably. Soarin’s musk filled her and made her insides quiver.
“Soarin. Please.” And with a kiss to her lips, Soarin slid his hoof to her slit. “Ah!” Her entire body shook.
Soarin smiled over her, his hoof beginning to work her puffy vulva, the lips swollen with arousal.
“You’re enjoying it, huh?” He started to kiss her again, this time with a growl. “I knew you would.” His hoof worked her vigorously, looking down to admire her privates as he spread the outer lips. “You’re so damn pink.”
Rarity just squealed as Soarin began to work her over, his hoof spreading and teasing her.
“And such a pretty clit, too!” Soarin started to play with the pink nub with Rarity twisting beneath him. Her eyes were shut tight.
“Soarin, I…”
Soarin just smirked and took her hoof, leading it down his belly. She gulped hard as she felt his stiff member twitch against her touch. His dick jumped with every heartbeat.
“Go ahead,” he said as he gave her clit another rub. Rarity ran her hoof up his full length, squeezing it with her magic to feel the girth of Soarin’s meat. The tip glistened with precum as she felt Soarin swell up.
Rarity couldn’t take it anymore. Between the sight of Soarin’s full dick and the way he was working her pussy, the unicorn mare felt herself go off. Her body contracting as she felt the orgasm travel from her clit and up her spine. The feeling was like electricity, and left Rarity gasping for air. Soarin just grinned above her, watching as she struggled to catch her breath.
After what seemed like minutes, she calmed enough to plant a slight kiss on his cheek.
“Soarin … Please,” Rarity said as she met his lips. “I need you in me.”
Soarin took a breath, before running his member through her puffy lips, her wetness making him slick, as Rarity felt the stallion rock himself against her.
“You need me?” He increased his speed. Rarity started to pant.
“YES! Please!”
Soarin stopped. Rarity looked up as she saw him rearing back, using his hoof to adjust himself. The stiff rod met her lower lips and Rarity felt a small dribble of precum. She was positively rigid, as Soarin eased himself through her opening, the stallion releasing a content groan as she felt him fill her to the brim. Her dripping pink folds spread for him, tugging and clinging against his meat as it slipped into her. He gave a happy grunt as he bottomed out, Rarity’s firm ass pressed tightly to his balls.
Gasping, Rarity spread her legs wider, letting him in deeper. She could feel him, his rod trapped snugly in her walls. She felt his hooves press against her flanks, as he started to rock to and fro. As his length emerged soaked with the slick coating from her marehood, Rarity bit her lip to the point where she was sure there must be a little blood. His cock pumped into her, drawing a squeal every time he bottomed out.
Just as she started to feel pressure building in her loins, Soarin stopped his thrusting.
“This is boring. Turn over!” With reluctance, Rarity turned over, brushing loose strands of her mane out of her face. Soarin stayed in her the whole time.
“What’re you doing?” Rarity said flustered.
With a wink, Soarin took her mane in his mouth. With a few tugs, Soarin thrusted into her again, before pulling her mane tightly in time with his thrusts.
“How’s that?” He asked with a hard yank. Rarity just howled beneath him. Soarin’s length reached deep into her core. The pain of the pulling of her mane seemed to let him reach deeper inside her. With each slap of his heavy balls against her, she could feel his head stretch her more and more. Her walls caressed him, the violent motions teasing and arousing her on an instinctual level. He pulled out of her with a schlick before slamming his shaft back. Her pussy was being pounded like no tomorrow by the Wonderbolt, and all Rarity could do is lay there with her tongue out.
“Soarin … I’m close.” Rarity had to squeeze her eyes shut. Her dainty rear raised up for Soarin’s ease.
“Hmmm.” Soarin gritted his teeth as his thrusts became faster and more sporadic. Rarity guessed that by his breathing he was close as well. His breath was hot on her neck, huffing and puffing as much as she was. She could even feel his head begin to flare inside of her.
In a moment, it became too much. Rarity felt herself pushed over the edge by Soarin’s furious thrusts. He kissed her neck. As she felt her loins quiver as her body was rocked by an electric wave. Her mane stood on end as the orgasm took her. Soarin turned away from her, still pumping away like a piston. He grunted, like a tired beast, and she felt him flare one last time before a hot splash of his seed hit her, filling her through the womb. He continued to thrust while her tight pussy drained him for all he was worth.
Soarin gave a long sigh as Rarity felt the last of his cum spilling out of her swollen lips.
Rarity sighed, leaning back. “Soarin, that was…” He didn’t answer her, having rolled off as soon as he was done. She felt cold, her empty pussy still gaping and leaking with his seed. “Fun, huh?” Rarity closed her eyes. The aftermath of her orgasm subsiding into a soft afterglow.
“I suppose it was.”
He flew her down to the train station. On time, even, just like he’d promised. Rarity sat with her bags in hoof, having arranged for them to be sent to the locomotive company before hand. He hadn’t looked at her, but she could feel her hot and drunken stupor wearing thin as she began to realize how ruthlessly he had taken her.
Rarity watched Soarin walk away, after giving him a brief hug. She almost felt tempted to give him a kiss, or ask him to write, but she was sure he was too busy for anything that organized. She did regret, however, neglecting to acquire Sweet Dream’s address. Had she asked, she was sure Sweet Dream would have taken her to some other affair, although hopefully one with slightly less alcohol.
And maybe one less stain, too.
