My Prince

by Vinyl_Wubs

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro, Romance, Original Character
Length: 2809

When Zecora's brother comes to town, he becomes smitten with a certain white unicorn. What's the worst that could happen? Did I mention he doesn't speak very good english?

Zebron is a pony prince from a far-away land (he doesn't want $50 and he is not from Nigeria) who has come to visit his sister, of whom he hasn't seen in years. But along the way, he meets a very attractive unicorn. Has Rarity finally found her Prince Charming?

Published 2014-12-21 03:50:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-21 03:50:03 UTC

Chapter 1: Speed Dating

Rarity hummed a gentle tune as she stitched and sowed. “Thread by threa-” She said softly, trailing off into a mumble. The bell attached to the door of her shop rang, perking her ears up as her lips curved into a smile. “How may I help yo….ou…” Rarity turned to the door and saw the slim and tall male zebra in front of her. His skin was darker than Zecora’s, but only slightly. He had many of the same tattoos and shapes plastered around what parts of his body were visible. The others were covered by his clothes (which weren’t in the best condition). The white mohawk on his head complimented his silver eyes as he locked eyes with the pearly white unicorn in front of him. His mouth parted slowly, seeming almost entranced by her presence.

“Oh, my.” Rarity said. The zebra stood absolutely still, looking as if he was going to speak but not knowing what to say. “Ah...well, welcome to the Carousel Boutique, darling. What brings you here?”

The zebra pointed to one of the many racks of clothings.

“Ehhh…” Rarity hesitantly got up, moving to where he was pointing-which happened to be a rack of shirts-, saying, “Here? Or did you mean the pants?”

There was a hesitant pause before he pointed to the clothes again.

“Would...you like me to... make you some clothes?”

His mouth moved to speak but he seemed to not be able to find the words. However, before the pause could last to long, there was another bell chime as Zecora walked in. “Please, Rarity, give my brother some slack, he has not been here long and the language he lacks.” She laughed.

“Oh!” Rarity laughed. “Thank you, darling. I was... fairly confused about that.”

“Aleh mena ka?” The male zebra whispered.

“Ava ney.” Zecora nodded. Her attention returned to Rarity and she asked, “He says he wishes to look through your store, your wares he absolutely adores.” She said.

“Alright, that sounds reasonable. Just make sure he knows that if he finds something he likes that doesn’t fit, I can tailor it to him.” Rarity informed. Zecora smiled and nodded before motioning her brother forward. The other zebra walked over to one of the racks, marveling at the amounts of different fabrics and colors.

“His name is Zebron, he has not been here long.” Zecora said.

“Oh? How long has he been here, and, more importantly, why...why is he here? Did he move from Zebrica?”

“Come to see me, we have not seen each other since we were tiny.” Zecora said, being pulled into a hug by the older stallion.

“Awww...is he just here for a visit, then, or is he here to stay?” Rarity cooed.

“To stay if he may. I know the troubles with zebra your town has had, and I wish not to make your friends mad.”

“While I admit that, at first, we were quite rude in our assumptions, I do believe we have gotten over our...fear of the unknown. Besides, in my opinion, mares would be running towards him, not away,” She giggled.

“I admit that things have changed since, but this town has never once seen a prince.” Zecora teased, lightly punching her brother. He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

Rarity’s eyes widened. “A p-prince? How...so he...d-does that make you royalty, too, Zecora?”

“I chose my path some time ago, my family just wanted me happy, so they simply let me go.” Zecora said, shifting her gaze to Zebron. “I assume he has chosen the same, judging by his similar mane.”

Rarity glanced up at his mane, asking, “You mean, how it’s in a mohawk-like shape?”

Zecora nodded.

“Well...to be blunt, what kind of a difference does that make?”

Zecora laughed quietly. “The mohawk, in my land, is the hair of a wanderer. This is a chance he simply would not squander.”

“So, if he has the same path as you, does that mean he is a prince still? Or is he just a wanderer, like you are?” Rarity asked.

“One cannot change blood, his title remains. Even I have a ‘princess’ coursing through these veins.” Zecora said.

“So he is a prince...fascinating. Why haven’t you told us this before, darling? We would have been happy to know, and we wouldn’t have treated you different, why, we don’t do that with Twilight, now do we?”

“My past I kept secret, for I did not want to be differently treated.” Zecora said. “Some wander to find their own fate, others leave simply to seek a mate.”

“Oh.” Rarity said as she noticed Zebron hadn’t stopped staring at her.

“Would you mind if I left him here with you? I know you could show him the town and your friends by the time my errands are through.” Zecora asked.

“Not at all, it’s perfectly fine with me.” Rarity smiled. Zecora returned the smile and nodded, turning and walking out of the shop. Zebron was standing in the same spot he had been, staring silently at Rarity. “You can sit down if you want.” She offered. He nodded and took a seat on the floor. Rarity chuckled a little, “You can sit on any of the chairs, I don’t mind.” She smiled. Zebron stood up and walked over to the closest chair to Rarity and sat down. She smiled a little more as she looked at him. “It’s clear you don’t speak english.” She started. “And that’s just fine since you can understand it very well.”

“Yes.” His unheard deep and almost raspy voice nodded.

“Oh my…” Rarity said quietly. His smile only grew as his eyes never left hers. He slowly stood back up and held out his hand. She remained motionless for a moment before slowly taking his hand. He brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Her otherwise pearly white face turned a light shade of red. He brought her hand to his chest, holding hers to his heart as he put his other hand to her own heart, gently caressing the tender breast.

“My heart, is yours.” Zebron said slowly, as if translating it in his head first.

“I… I don’t know what to say…” Rarity said quietly. He continued to stare at her and she could see the look of absolute longing in his eyes. She stared right back at him. He tugged on her shirt gently.

“Clothes?” He suggested.

“We just met.” Rarity said slowly. He blinked a few times, seeming confused. “Oh… Oh you didn’t mean that.” She sighed. He pointed to his clothes, then to the racks lining the wall. “Go ahead.” Rarity smiled. He nodded and slipped his shirt off, revealing the muscles down his slim and dark body. She silently stared at his body. Without even thinking, he slid his pants down, leaving him in nothing but his underwear as he walked over to one of the racks.

“Oh… my…” Rarity mumbled. She saw each muscle bulge from his skin down his back and legs, making a wave of heat wash over her body. He took a set of baggy pants from a rack and observed it closely. “Hm…” She mumbled. He noticed the smaller rack in the back of silky looking underwear, looking as if he was about to pull the last ornament of his clothing off. Rarity’s mouth opened to say something, but it was too late. His body was completely revealed in its’ almost black stature as the shaft of the same color dangled below to his knees, the sack of generous proportions just above. She could only imagine how large the bowling balls were as he walked (effortlessly) to the rack and sorted through the different colored underwear. Rarity also saw the gold ring at the base of his shaft, seeming to fit almost too perfectly to it. Her mouth just fell open and her face turned a deep crimson. Zebron slipped on a silky white pair of underwear, barely seeming to contain his appendage as he turned to her, a smile pasted on his face.

“Feels good.” He said.

“I’m… s… sure it does.” She nodded slowly.

“You make?” He asked, looking at all the clothes. She nodded again. He stared at her with absolute wonder on his face. She slowly closed her mouth and just stared back at him. He walked over and kneeled down in front of her, taking her hand and kissing it again as he bowed his head. She smiled a little bit and giggled quietly. He stood back up and stood silently, never releasing her hand.

Rarity looked at her hand for a moment, then back to Zebron. Slowly, she stood up with him, looking up into his eyes. He took both her hands, moving himself closer to her and smiling down at the white unicorn. Her face turned even redder, and she sputtered, “Ah...y-you...and I-I...are...close…”

He released one hand and brought his to her cheek, rubbing a thumb along her smooth, pearly skin.

Rarity stopped, her mouth not making any more noises. As Zebron’s hands went across her face, she leaned into it, the coarseness of his fingertips and palm feeling ever so nice to her. The hand on her cheek slid to the back of her head as he slowly pulled her against him in a tender hug, her head resting on his bare, striped chest. As she was pulled into said hug, she felt his body, tough as steel, soften itself so that the hug felt like a blanket had wrapped around her. She heard him inhale deeply through his nose, feeling almost as if he was taking the air straight from her lungs, taking her breath away as he took her lovely scent in. His warm breath washed down her back as he breathed out, seeming to tighten his grip around her as if not wanting to lose his newly found heart.

“You...you’re certainly v-very affectionate…” Rarity said. She would have said more, but she had practically dozed off, wrapped in the warmth and comfort of Zebron’s hold. He pulled away and tilted her head up so he could look at her eyes once more, staring for a few moments as he thought of the words.

“No language… Has the words to describe.” He said before pushing some of her hair behind her ear. She whimpered quietly, nuzzling his hand as if it were her pillow. “Have bed here?” Zebron asked, looking around for one. His eyes locked onto the stairs. A smile grew on his face as he lifted her gently into his arms, making sure her head was comfortably against his chest. Her eyes opened, looking up at him as the light bent around his face, portraying the handsome zebra holding her as he walked up the stairs. When he entered her room he didn’t set her down, but instead lied back against the headboard and held her against him gently. She sighed peacefully and smiled up at him. “Are you a Goddess?” He asked with a slight pause as he brushed his hand through her hair tenderly. She giggled quietly.

“No, I’m not.” She said.

“But ponies aren’t perfect.” He smiled. His thick accent along with the deep baritone voice sent chills down her body. His hand slid down her back and under her shirt, not reaching for her breasts or ass, just closing his eyes as he felt her silky smooth skin. She shivered and pressed against him. She slid her own hands across his chest and her smile slowly grew wider. He placed a quick kiss on her lips, completely catching her off guard. Her eyes widened and she stared at him as he face reddened once again. At a complete loss for words all she did was slightly open her mouth. After a few moments she returned the kiss. After her lips once again made contact with his she took a little extra time to feel the sudden warmth flooding her before she slowly pulled back. He smiled, gently setting her down onto her back as he moved to the edge of the bed. Zebron took her right foot and started to massage it carefully. She let out a soft sigh and relaxed into the bed as she all but melted to his touch. He lifted her foot up, not stopping his rub as he kissed her big toe, giving it a gentle tickle with his lips.

“So, do you treat every woman you meet like this?” She asked.

“Only the ones I like.” He teased, kissing another toe.

“Oh? So you’re trying to seduce me are you?” She teased.

“Is it working?” He grinned, moving the massage up her leg slowly.

“Maybe, but dear, don’t you think you’re pushing maybe a little too hard and fast?” She asked.

“I can go as hard and fast as you want.” He suggested with an almost sly wink. She just stared quietly at him as her cheeks reddened brightly.

“Start slow.” He said, crawling forward until he was just inches from her face. “Then we go faster…” He said as soft as his trance like jamaican tone could allow. His hands slid beneath her shirt and around to her back before pulling her against him once more. Her eyes locked with his and she remained absolutely silent. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply once more, obviously seeming infatuated with her scent (and everything else about her). Zebron’s face pressed into her neck and he simply stayed atop her, bathing in her perfume and warmth. Her body started to shake from the attention and affection he was giving her.

“I… I thought you didn’t speaa...ahh… English well…” Rarity quivered, her mouth dropping open slowly.

“Well enough.” He whispered, kissing her neck and gently nipping at her ear and tugging on it before releasing it and returning to peppering every inch of her body he could reach with his warm and tender kisses. She let out a soft moan and squeezed him tightly. Zebron moved his head back up, his muzzle just poking the end of hers as his lips radiated their warmths onto hers, but not giving her the satisfaction of actually feeling them. Rarity quietly whined as she was denied his lips. She didn’t wait long, seeing he was as impatient as her, his lips feeling hers and hers his. She moaned softly and her eyes slowly closed. His tongue found its’ way into her mouth and his taste flooded her mouth immediately, bathing yet another of her senses in pleasure. She shivered and squeezed him a little more. He pulled his head back, his breathing growing as heavy as hers.

“We are going to have many children.” He said in a half lusty, half caring tone.

“Let’s just wait a little bit for that.” Rarity laughed quietly.

“So you’ve thought about it?” He teased with a more sultry grin.

“No…” Rarity started.

“You don’t have to lie to me… I can… smell.” He said slowly, pressing his bulgy crotch against hers.

“Just… hold on… we just met!” She said quickly. He glanced at her a slight bit confused.

“Do you not find me… attractive?” He asked more curious than anything. “I saw you and wanted to touch you, don’t you want to touch me?”

“It’s not… tha… what?” She questioned, now seeming a little less embarrassed and a little angry.

“It takes great discipline to not become hard when observing such beauty. I can’t ‘not’ anymore.” He admitted, his only ornament of clothing seeming bulgier than before.

Rarity slowly glanced down for a moment before looking back up at him. “I’m… just not ready for that right now…” She said slowly.

“You mean you’re virgin? Or no one this big?” He asked. “I can help stretch, old family secret.”

“I… d… I…” She mumbled quietly.

“You must get many, many suiters. Hips wide, great for childbearing, And feeding.” He continued, patting her hips and breasts. “Great majesty in your stride, good leader… attractive. Perfect.”

“T… thank you…” Rarity blushed. “But… I just don’t… want to have sex right now…”

“Oh. You have someone else.” He said, taken aback. “Much apologies.”

“No, it’s not that…” She said. “You don’t seem to get that… I’m just not feeling like having sex with ANYONE right now. It’s not you or anyone else… I’m just not in the mood for it.”

There was a long pause as if trying to understand. “Ohhh.” He said in sudden realization, nodding slowly. She laughed quietly and smiled a little. There was another long pause.

“So no sex?” He inquired.

“Not now.” She sighed. He smiled and nodded, sitting up with her in his lap and hugging the white unicorn tightly.

“Still can touch?” He asked, nuzzling his face into her neck.

“Yes you can.” She smiled.