Author's Note

[F/f] [Explicit] [Oral]
Characters: [Rarity] [Noi]
By Master Titta

[NSFW] Food by Master Titta

Rarity was not sure about if she liked what she was seeing, in that new resturant called "Foal Brunch."

It wasn't that she didn't like the ambiance, thanks to the neocolonial style of chairs and tables fused with vintage decorations, far from it, but the fact that most, if not all the waiters were colts and fillies no older than Sweetie Belle, and in fact sometimes younger than her, wearing clogs only on their rear hooves so that when they raised their tail (which was often) they showed off their underdeveloped genitalia better, was quite unnerving to Rarity, especially because they also wore additional accessories- panties and socks to be more precise.
It didn't help that, sometimes, the clients, after talking to one of the few adult waiters or to the owner himself, got up and brought one of the young waiters inside what it looked like an alley, its black wooden door labeled with "Private Dining Rooms." that, or they outright went in there and let the waiters serve them inside those rooms.

My Celestia, she thought, as she looked at a ice-blue filly with aqa green mane slowly moving towards the room leading to said Private Rooms, her clogs making a ticking noise and her light pink panties with laces at the hems making a bad job at covering the nudities of the filly that worn them all of this feels almost... wrong. Yet I've heard it's one of the finest restaurants in town.

"Ah, ma'am Rarity," said a slim and tall light gray bald stallion while he bowed his head a little "it's a pleasure to see you in here." Rarity grinned a bit awkwardly, as she waved at him before saying "The pleasure is... mine?" Rarity said unsurely. The owner immediately took Rarity's right hoof, then, while he moved himself and Rarity through tables and servers, he said with a mellow voice "Since it is your first visit here, and since you are quite the name around here, you shall get our finest table for free!"

Rarity was unsure what it meant but feeling that, whatever he was implying, it was not good. "No, no, no, it's fine, really, you can give me any table, it's no trouble!"

"Oh you," the owner said, opening the door labeled with 'Private Dining Rooms,' "don't be silly. Everybody here does it every once in a while, so why judge?"

Rarity, still unsure about the owner had said, grinned and nodded, as she walked down the alley with onyx-colored walls and the simple yet elegant designs of a white and gray checkered floor. The owner stopped in front of a door labeled with a golden 5 etched on it, took a single key hangign from a brass hook just near the door, and then unlocked the door, opening it inwards.
Inside, Rarity could see black and dark gray walls, dark red carpeting floor, and a long cedar wood table with pumice stone surface with a red, black and godlen triclinium at said table's left side.
Interesting kind of seating, I must admit, Rarity thought I'd never guess that I was going to see it anywhere outside from a psycanalists' studios and peplum movies.

"Well, while I send in some waiters for take your order, suit yourself, Ma'am Rarity." The owner said, as he walked out slowly, his hoofsteps muffled by the carpeting. Rarity, still unsure whether keep going or leave, reached the triclinium slowly, heavily pondering each step towards it, each time stopping for question her dubious idea, and each time deciding that, whatever was going to happen, it was going to be harmless.

When she was finally there, Rarity climbed up the triclinium, making a soft thud in the process. Not even a minute later, the door opened again, and a colt with yellow fur and orange spiky mane walked in carrying notepad and pencil in his mouth and hte menu on hsi back. He was wearing white briefs over his flanks, and two black fake long mustaches were attached to his upper lip. As he moved with a slightly swinging movement, the colt dropped down the notepad and the pencil as Rarity took the menu in her magic.

Opening it, Rarity could see that the dishes were varied, ranging from a mas and cauliflower salad, to onion quiche, passing through roast feta with a side of hay fries and fried champignon mushrooms. In the dessert section, thought, there was an option called "the Sweetest Dessert."

Wait, what does that mean? Rarity asked to herself 'Sweetest Dessert'? So pure sugarcubes or what? I'd rather not... then again, it's that or lemon sorbet, and nopony can make a decent lemon sorbet over here.
"What do you wish, Miss?" The colt chirped out, sound almost like a mockingjay in his tone and cadence.

"I will take some dandelions on the spit with paprika, roman salad and roast feat without any side dishes." Rarity quickly said, and the colt, without batting an eye, wrote all of it down.
"To drink? Dessert? He chirped again, now moving her head along with his words, somewhat fascinating and impressing Rarity. "Well... a bottle of three years old Don Jaocquin as drink, and the 'Sweetest Dessert.' Rarity made sure to say the last item as unsurely as possible, so to prompt an explanation without the need to ask directly. Sadly, the colt simply wrote it down, said "ALrighty then, it'll arrive soon!" almost singing and then left, his flanks shaking again as they showed glimpses of his small testicles.

Rarity sighed at her failure to communicate indirectly her question. While she wiated for her order to come, she looked around the room for unusual things that might have been hanging around on the walls.
Twenty minutes later or so, a lilac filly with short curly purple mane wearing a light pink short skirt walked in with the dishes on her back. "Here they come!" she sing-sang, as she put the dishes on the table with an elegant movement of her back. Once she had done so, she asked "Do you want your dessert during or after your meal?" the filly asked mellifluously.

Rarity was goign to tell her that the answer was obvious, but, once hse had thought that she didn't know what the dessert was, she said "Bring it in now, please."
The filly nodded with a smile, going out of the room while makign usre that the skirt did nothing to cover the sight of the filly's bare vulva. A few moment of solitude later, there was a cacophonous sound, sound that made Rarity perk her ears up and look at the door.

Who's there? Rarity thought What is going on outside?

Her mental question was answered when the door was opened, revealing the filly that came in previously, a chubby gray colt with an hair bow in his mane and purple striped panties... and Noi. All the three were iwnking at Rarity, but Noi added htat wink to sticking out her tougne playfully.

Why in the world a filly like Noi works in here? Do her parents even know what she does here?

Rarity let her mouth agape, as the filly with the skirt walked forward with another menu, this one looking a lot shorter than the previous one. Rarity took it in her hooves by reflex, and read the menu. The first items, namely "Classic&Sweet," "Motherly Nursing," "Kisses&cuddles" were silently read. However, when she arrived at the fourth option "Tounge Toilette," Rarity read it out loud with a hint of squeaking, which took all the foals in the room aback. Rarity kept her eyes fixed on the "menu," unable to react now.

However, she soon felt something in her lower body. Something... sinuous, wet, hot, hitting around the walls of her vagina and moving her labias around in a way that put Rarity in a primitive harmony.
Soon, Rarity forgot her issue.