As Ye Sew, So Shall Ye Rip

As Ye Sew, So Shall Ye Rip

A Coco Pommel Vogonverse Tale

Cultured Lights, and Wandering Thoughts

Las Vegas Nevada - The MGM Grand - Coco’s Penthouse Suite

Coco breathed out as she neared the penthouse suite she had. Mr. Richards, the casino owner, was more than kind enough to let her live in the casino itself, and it did make things easier. She pressed her thumb against the reader and when she did the door unlocked. A small satisfied grin crossed her lips as she crossed over the threshold.

The suite's lights automatically lit up the moment they sensed someone walk in. The rich greens and light blues of the suite struck her as perfect colors, and she made her way toward her kitchen.

She had access to room service, but she preferred to cook for herself, and besides she enjoyed the chance to expand her creative juices past making clothes. Still, tonight was a slightly different meal. Nothing too complex, just a plate of steamed vegetables, and perhaps a couple pieces of catfish.

As she washed the vegetables her mind began to wander through the events of the day. Helping out Cheri, marking a few fabrics they needed to order in, and lastly, the stallion she had met.

There was an attraction, she wasn't going to lie to herself and say there wasn't, but that wasn't all there was. She saw something that reminded her of herself from years ago. She stopped focusing on the thought and instead went back to her vegetables.

They were cut, cubed, and ready to be steamed. Her catfish was already prepared and simply needed to be baked, and that left one last thing to do. She walked toward the refrigerator once more and found a bottle of sparkling cider. She opened the top of it and smelled the sweet fragrance as it wafted out. Walking back toward the island she set the bottle down, fished a wine glass from it’s hanging place, and poured half a glass of the cider. She then placed the vegetables into a steamer, and put the catfish into the oven.

“Madam,” a sweet voice said.

“Yes Julia?” Coco answered.

The digital form of an older woman appeared on the screen and gave a slight bow.

“It appears that Cheri has decided to call upon you this evening. She has said something about it being very daunting news!” Julia exclaimed.

“Patch her through,” Coco said as she sipped her cider.

“Coco… They… Mr. Richards said that he doesn’t see a reason for expanding my act!” Cheri cried.

“Oh, oh dear, I know that you were looking forward to having the extra pay. Did he give a reason?” Coco asked.

“He… He said that the casino already has enough singing and dancing numbers!” she cried.

He does have a point. There is at least three different major Manehatten (she chided herself for remembering she wasn’t in Equestria anymore; for all she knew, Equestria didn’t exist anymore) style shows going on at least three times a week. That’s not to mention the back up dancers for the normal stage shows, Coco thought.

“I understand, but didn’t you say that you had another skill you wanted to use?” Coco asked.

“Well,” Cheri sniffed, “I… I said that I could do some acrobatics. He told me to get a routine ready, and he’d see if we could use it… Coco all I really have is dancing! I haven’t walked a tightwire in years!”

Coco breathed out a short sigh. It was going to be one of those nights. She liked Cheri, quite a bit, but she was practically a foal about things like this. She didn’t like to pry about other ponies finances, but she knew that Cheri made enough to live a fairly comfortable life. She’d been over to Cheri’s apartment before, and it wasn’t living in squalor. It certainly reflected Cheri’s personality. The entire apartment was done in warm colors, the furniture seemed to be fairly new, the table in the kitchen was able to extend in order to seat more ponies. It looked… a bit extravagant to her, but then her own Penthouse had the same feel to it. It felt, a bit much at times. Granted, it was like this when she was given the Penthouse, but it still felt… It felt as if was a bit much.

“Coco?” Cheri asked.

“Cheri, you did say that you have some acrobatic…” she began before Cheri erupted into tears.

“I didn’t think that he would call me on it! My life is ruuuuiiiiinnnneeeeedddd!” Cheri cried.

Cheri cried for several more seconds before Coco heard the sounds of the oven cooling down, venting the heat, the steamer doing the same, and she realized that Julia had caught everything before it overcooked. She is forcibly reminded of the mare she thought of as her best friend in the world and how she would overreact to stressful situations. True, Rarity Carousel had grown up while living here. She was married now with a wonderful human stallion and had three wonderful foals. The fashionista was still a drama queen, but age had toned down the greater part of her theatrics.

“Cheri, I was about to eat dinner…” she started before she saw the change in Cheri’s attitude.

“That’s so sweet of you Co, but I don’t want to impose,” she said sweetly.

She let out a small sigh of annoyance and realized what was coming, “I know, but if you’d like to talk to me you’re welcome to join me for dinner. We can discuss this over some catfish,” she said.

“Oh thank goodness! I’m starved, and I so need to talk to you… I need my best friend in the whole world to help make the world feel better,” she said.

Cheri, you’re a good friend, and I’m all for helping friends during their estrous cycles, but I’m not really in the mood for any funny business, Coco thought as she smiled at her friend through the view screen.

“When will you be here?” Coco asked.

“Actually… I’m already outside. I was riding up in the elevator…” Cheri said.

Coco fought down the slight feeling annoyance. She knew that this was just part of Cheri’s personality. She accepted it because it was part of her friend, but she would like a little time to attempt to get comfortable. Instead she would have to entertain without even a very quick shower. She felt the grime of the day on her fur, and she wanted it off, but there was a friend that needed her help.

She opened the door and Cheri practically bounced into the room with her. She shook her head, and walked with her friend toward the kitchen.

“Co it’s just terrible! There’s this cute little faux leather bag, a Gucci bag, that I saw in the mall yesterday. It’s amazing, and it matches my fur just perfect! I really want it, but if I dip into it I’ll be dipping into my grocery budget!” Cheri whined.

Coco shook her head slightly as she took out the pan with the Catfish, placed a piece on Cheri’s plate, one on her own, and left an extra should either of them want another piece, and then she placed out the steamed vegetables. Cheri looked at the steamed carrots, broccoli, sweet peas, and water chestnuts.

“Co, you agree right? I mean I need this extra act,” she said.

“Well,” Coco said before she smiled, “I understand that the bag looks nice, but you know that I could make you something like that.”

Cheri grinned and shook her head, “I know Co, but that’s not the point. It’s a Gucci! There’s status to having a Gucci bag, and I so want that. I’ve seen the other girls who have new Gucci bags, and it shows how well they’re doing. I want to show that I’m doing well.”

Coco smiled, drank a bit more cider, and chewed a bit of her catfish.

“You know Cheri, if I created a bag for you it would be one of a kind. There would be no cheap reproductions, and no one else could possibly get another bag just like it, despite the money they offered. On top of that you would officially own the very first Coco Pommel handbag,” she said.

Cheri’s eyes brightened up. She stood up and pranced in place for a moment.

“It’d be the ultimate status symbol!” The vixen breathed, “All of those other girls would have to realize that I’m doing exceptionally well to have one of the greatest wardrobe designers create me a handbag! Oh, Coco, thank you!” Cheri exclaimed.

Coco began to say something when she felt two lips against her own. Her mouth opened in surprise and she felt a tongue wrestling with her own. She also felt two hands sliding under her pants and panties to cup her cutie marks. She was confused for a moment before she backed out of the kiss.

“Cheri! What are you doing?!” Coco yelped.

“D… Doesn’t that mean that you want to be… like a couple?” she asked.

“No, it doesn’t! Celestia, preserve us, it doesn’t! I… Look, you’re my friend Cheri. I care for you, dearly, but I’m just not interested in m… females. I think the world of you, and I am flattered, and honored, that you would consider me dating material…” she said.

“Oh… oh…” Cheri said as she stood looking embarrassed.

Coco could see her friend getting upset and moved to her. She led Cheri to a sofa and had her sit down. Cheri’s eyes began to well up; Coco gently held her and rocked her back and forth.

“You’re still my best friend Cheri, and I do care for you. I love you, but I just don’t love you like that. I’m not upset, not at all,” she said.

“There was those times… When we…” Cheri said through sniffs and sobs.

Coco nodded, “I know, but that was during our estrous cycles. It was common practice for unattached mares to help their friends during that time, but it doesn’t mean that the mare doing it wants to be with another mare,” she kissed Cheri’s forehead, “It means that you’re my best friend, and I trust you.”

Coco held Cheri for several minutes until the kitsunemimi to fall asleep. She slowly got up, and looked at her now sleeping friend. It would do no good to wake her up and have her leave. She walked to her closet in her bedroom and grabbed an extra blanket. She brought it out and covered Cheri up. she watched as her friend snuggled into it, a slight smile crossing onto her muzzle.

“Mmmmm…. Coco… taste like honey,” Cheri moaned.

The seamstress mare was less than thrilled to here the vixen moan such things in her sleep. Coco rolled her eyes, walked away from her friend, and looked at the view screen. She walked toward it and thought of somepony she could talk to. She wasn’t confused on Cheri, but she also felt horrible that she made her friend feel so terrible. She smiled as she thought of another friend, who had been one of her best friends, and still was.

“Julia, dial Rarity for me,” Coco said.

“Of course,” she said before the screen switched to show a strange looking metal ball with a light working as an eye looking back at her.

“‘Ello! Your friend told me that you want to speak to Co-Direc…. Ummmm… Mistress Rarity! Might I have your name, love?” the ball asked.

“I’m Coco, an old friend of Rarity’s,” she said.

A few minutes passed before a tired looking white Unicorn with a stylish purple mane, slightly disheveled by sleep, appeared on the screen.

“Coco? Darling, is everything okay?” Rarity asked.

“It is… I’m sorry, I didn't even think about what time it is. You have your little ones,” she began before Rarity waved her off.

“Darling, it’s perfectly fine. Besides, my little ones are getting quite a bit older. Jewel and Jake are both in Middle School, and Radiance… She’s already in first grade,” Rarity said with a smile, “But, darling, tell me what is bothering you.”

“Rarity… I… I'm a little worried that I may have hurt a dear friends feelings, and I don’t want to do that,” she said.

“Oh? Tell me everything,” Rarity said.

Coco nodded and began to tell her about Cheri, her personality, the kind of mare, or rather female, she was, and then she explained what had happened. She noticed Rarity’s ears straighten up completely as she heard this. Her eyes widened, and she looked a little surprised.

“Dear me, she took that as an invitation to begin a relationship?” Rarity asked.

Coco nodded and Rarity rubbed her chin.

“You didn't do the wrong thing,” she said, “Letting her believe that you were interested in a relationship would have been wrong, but you ended it before it could begin. You saved her from a much greater pain.”

Coco looked at the floor, “But… She looks so hurt.”

“I know, and I understand completely. Coco, darling, do you remember when we helped each other during our cycles?” Rarity asked.

“Of course, we were both needing relief, and you suggested that since we trusted each other that we go ahead,” she replied.

Rarity nodded, “And afterward neither of us wanted to start a relationship with each other. You know why. Despite the fact that we care deeply for each other we didn’t see what we really desired in one another,” she said before she grinned, “I have nothing against a mare who wants to be with another mare, but I know that it’s something I don’t want. I believe you’re the same.”

Coco nodded.

“Then dear, if you went ahead and gave in you would only be fueling her belief that there’s a chance to have something meaningful with you. That would be wrong since you know that it could never lead to a meaningful relationship,” Rarity said.

“I think that I might have found someone to have that with,” Coco said before she could stop herself.

“Oh? Have you found your special somepony?” Rarity asked.

She looked at her friend gave a sheepish smile.

“Perhaps, he’s a very nice stallion, very kind, and sweet, although I don’t care for his job in the slightest,” Coco replied.

“I felt the same about John’s job. It still frightens me to no end when he goes out on call. Even though he works for a much better firm there are still dangers out there that could take him from me,” she said.

The screen moved to show a slumbering man in the bed. The screen went back to Rarity who had a small smile on her face.

“He’s worth it. He and our children are worth the worry. I know when I go to bed with him that he loves me, that he only has eyes for me, and that he thinks that I am the most beautiful mare who has ever lived. I love him, and I wouldn’t trade what I have with him for all of the culture in Canterlot,” Rarity said.

Coco raised an eyebrow and smiled. That was a very bold statement for Rarity to make. The both of them talked for a while longer, Rarity showed her pictures of her foals. She noticed a picture of Rarity’s son with a much younger filly who was practically hanging off of his arm. He looked a little annoyed at the small white Earth Pony with a blond mane.

“It looks like your son has a filly friend already,” she said.

“Ah, that’s Pinkie’s daughter Lemon. She absolutely adores Jake. She’s a sweet little filly, but I’m sure that she will eventually move on,” Rarity replied.

After a few more minutes the two of them bid each other a good night and Coco watched as the line disconnected. She then went to putting everything up, throwing up the uneaten piece of catfish and vegetables. Being done with it all she walked toward her bathroom. This was the one thing she was very glad was in the Penthouse. The tub was huge, easily large enough for two or three ponies. She ran some hot water, added a little lavender bubble bath, and then began peeling off her clothes. She turned toward the mirror and looked at herself.

Miles believed she was beautiful, and worth approaching. She moved her arms under her breasts and watched as they squeezed together. They weren’t huge, not by a long shot, but she felt they were a good size. She had always taken care to keep her coat, mane, and tail soft and clean. She stepped into the water and felt it soaking her. The warmth flooded her and she slowly sank down into the tub itself.

Ah, that’s better, she thought.

The warmth of the water surrounded her, slowly relaxing her muscles. It felt so comfortable, and she let herself slip down under the water for a moment before she rose up. The water dripped down her chin, making her fur slick down, and she let out the slightest satisfied moan. She found her body wash and began working it into a lather. The smell of green apples filled the air and she smiled. Slowly she worked it into both arms, then down on her neck, her face, and finally she moved to her breasts. She started to wash them when she heard a sound outside of the bathroom.

“Coco?” a sleepy voice asked.

She looked toward the door, knowing that her friend outside.

“I’m taking a bath,” she said.

“Oh… Ummm… Do you mind if I use the bathroom?” she asked.

The Penthouse was nice, but there was just one bathroom in it. She thought about what had happened earlier, and she wasn’t sure what could be done. Looking to the side she saw the shower curtain and she pulled it closed.

“Okay, you can come in,” she said.

A moment later the door opened to reveal a sleepy looking Cheri. She moved into the room, and then stopped. Coco could feel her friend looking at her. She felt a blush crossing her cheeks, and she was feeling very awkward about the situation.

“Sorry… I…” Cheri said before she walked past her to the toilet.

There was the sound of urination and then of the bidet. A few moments later the sink turned on and then she saw Cheri stop again.

“I… I didn’t mean to… Coco I’m sorry,” she cried softly. Coco opened the curtain and saw her friend looking pitiful. She stood up, and reached out for Cheri. She felt her friend hug her, covered in soap, and softly sniffle.

“It’s okay Cheri. Like I said… I’m not angry, and I still love you, but it’s just not like that,” she said.

“It’s a shame… Because I would totally rock your world,” Cheri said, “mm, so soft.”

“Cheri,” Coco murmured, “you can let go now. The hug is over.”

Cheri didn’t respond, she just stayed attached to Coco, getting soap suds all over her clothes and matting the mare’s already wet coat. Then Cheri began to rub against Coco’s nude chest, making the vixen humm appreciatively. Cheri’s fingers found the curve of Coco’s back and began to slide downward until they found her supple flanks again.

“Seriously, Co, I could give nights of unparalleled passion,” Cheri whispered hotly in Coco’s ear, “you have such a wonderful body…”

Cheri’s right hand was now rising, slowly caressing Coco’s curves until she found one of the mare’s exposed breasts; the vixen gave it a firm squeeze. Coco couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips, nor could she stop the pleasurable shiver as Cheri tweaked that nipple. She was getting aroused by Cheri’s ministrations. This was the sort of mixed message Coco was trying to avoid sending. Before things got too involving, Coco got her arms under Cheri’s limbs and pushed away. The whimper in the vixen’s voice hurt, but was necessary.

“You know as well as I do,” Coco began, “that I don’t swing that way. You’re a good friend, Cheri, and we have a lot of fun together. I just don’t see you that way.”

“Oh,” murmured Cheri in response, “okay. I’m sorry. I’ve been under a dry spell lately… I was hoping I could change your mind, but I guess- I hope this doesn’t make things awkward.”

Coco shook her head, “It’s okay. You should probably head home and I need to finish my bath.”

“Alright,” Cheri replied, “I’ll see in the morning, then. Breakfast at the Cove?”

“You bet!” Coco beamed.