Gentleman's Gift

I thought Rarity was mad for some reason. I mean, what would you expect if your date grabbed you, and just told you to go with her without question? Twilight was no help at all as she just rolled her eyes and said, “Really, that mare,” as I was dragged away. I took notice of a parcel tied at Rarity’s back, but couldn’t ask about it as she just breezed through the crowd. She even ignored the greeters that approached her, which I found rather odd as it came off a bit rude.

It was only when she finally had dragged me to the hotel room, closed and locked the door, that I realized what was up. It wasn’t obvious to me in the open, but here, alone, I could smell strong musk emanating from her. Her words also clinched it.

“Take your clothes off.”

I raised one of my eyebrows, then smiled. “This is new.”

When I said that, she flushed red. “Oh, sorry, that was a little too forward, wasn’t it?”

“More so than usual, but I’m not complaining,” I replied, beginning to unbutton my shirt. Rarity looked a little guilty and unsure, and moved towards the table near the wall at the base of the bed. A parcel she had been carrying was magically placed top of it.

As I fully exposed my naked torso, Rarity’s eyes gleamed slightly before she licked her lips. “I think I understand your appreciation when you watch me undress.”

“Not yet,” I replied.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

I lifted my arms perpendicular to my sides, smiling. “Miss Rarity, my pants seem to be stuck. Would you mind if you help me?”

Rarity blinked, then smiled. As she approached, she magically began to remove her clothing. Her sweater, her pants, and lastly, her spectacles, all while swaying her rear delicately without a missed step. Her rather predatory stance was quite alluring, as if she was barely controlling herself from just running and jumping at me, and her eyes seemed to hold seductive promises that she was willing to keep.

I didn’t say or move as her snout seemed to gently touch my abdomen. She took a breath, smelling me, then licked me; her tongue felt like a warm, wet, gentle jolt of lightning. It flicked at my skin, touches lasting only seconds, before she took a really long lick—upwards, downwards, and lastly, in circles. I gently caressed her cheek, smoothing her coat with brushes of my fingers, before her snout slowly began to travel downwards.

She sniffed out my growing hardness, then began to lick it over my pants. I grunted, and began to roughen my ministrations to her. She groaned as I let my fingers dig into her coat, mane, and as my hand began to steadily travel upwards, to her now-glowing horn.

I felt a tug near my pants, and I was impressed as she was able to magically unbutton them. With practised ease, Rarity bit on the handle of the slider, and slowly, teasingly, began separating the teeth of the zipper. My pants fell down, leaving me with only my black boxers.

“This is rather fun,” Rarity said huskily. “It’s like unwrapping a present.”

Yeah, Rarity should meet Trixie. They might get along. Unless they’d already met, and they didn’t click. Somehow, with all the coincidences I faced in meeting ponies, I wouldn’t be too surprised if they were mortal enemies.

Rarity, with some force, pushed me back, making me fall to the comfy bed. She clambered up, letting her coat run over my naked legs and thighs, slowly going upward. I felt a surge of excitement go over me as she climbed steadily, stroking, teasing my erection trapped in its cotton confines. I felt her tongue once more going over my stomach, and I shuddered as she began to use her hooves to help herself up my prone body. The sucking sensation they gave, along with with her warm gentle tongue, began to send me a little bit over the edge.

“I love the way you look, Harry,” Rarity whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. “Are you enjoying this?”

Her forelegs pushed against my cheeks, forcing me to face her. Her eyes gleamed with wicked excitement, before she leaned in and kissed me. Our tongues clashed together, dancing, entwining. I could smell the floral rosemary of her coat, mixed in with the musk of her arousal. It was intoxicating.

I felt my boxers being magically tugged downwards. It wasn’t slow. It was a frenzied action of a hungry mare who wanted to free what she desired from its confines. Exposed, naked, I continued to be kissed, to be dominated by this beautiful mare, until she broke contact.

She didn’t say a word. She just lowered herself. I could feel her wet, warm folds touching my abdomen, leaving a snake trail of her wetness. However, she didn’t want me to enter her yet. She smiled, positioned her hind legs to trap my thighs, and began to stroke me with her stomach.

I groaned as I felt the short hairs of her coat prickling at my hardness. I tried to grab her, but she trapped my arms with her forelegs. I could feel her every stroke—upwards, downwards. She even teased me by letting me feel her wet folds with my erection, only to move it out of the way. She would even let her hardened nipples make circles around my already sensitive head, before pausing, letting me calm down, then stroke it once more.

“You have the cutest moans,” Rarity said huskily, leaning forward, and licking my chest. Her first mistake.

“Not as cute as yours,” I growled, and when the opportunity came, I licked her horn. I wasn’t being gentle or subtle about it. I made full contact, earning me a surprised yelp and moan, before she collapsed on top of me.

Freeing my arms, I grabbed her barrel and rolled her, trapping her under me. Her thighs tried to keep my legs in place, but my hands, trained and honed by years of service, familiar with the body of this beautiful unicorn under me, worked as I stroked, massaged, and prodded the right spots of her neck and barrel. Whatever resistance she had left, it collapsed soon afterwards, leaving herself wide open.

Rarity wanted me to take that advantage. Her forelegs were spread open. She wanted me to touch her, use my fingers in her inviting wet folds. However, I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction yet.

My left hand grabbed her mane gently, pulling it down, leaving her prone. My lips kissed her left hoof. I let her feel those as my right hand began to stealthily creep over her horn. She gasped, realizing too late what I was planning. Encircling her horn gently, I began to stroke it, lightly, gently, upwards, downwards. The same way she treated my erection. Her moans steadily grew louder, and when I felt her whole body shaking, close to release, I stopped.

“Harry,” she groaned, desperately. There were no other protests as I began to kiss her, touch her in a way to keep her wired, before my right hand once more encircled her horn. I repeated my ministrations, felt her shake with anticipation, before I stopped once more.

There was no protest this time, just a begging squeal. She looked at me, half-mad, half-lost, wanting a release. I gave it to her. Climbing down, letting my lips kiss and lick her belly, before I came to her marehood. It was pink, gushing, and winking.

I kissed it heavily; we were well past the point of gentle teasing. I tasted her juices, squirting out in waves as I encircled her folds with my tongue, before going towards her exposed, red, sensitive clit. When I sucked on it, she screamed.

Her hind legs trapped my head between her heavily musky sex, shivering as it showered my chin with thick liquid. The salty, delicious taste of her orgasm. Her back arched with each shot of her juices, frantic at first, before slowly dying down to a shiver, until finally, her hind legs freed me. I wiped the juices from my mouth before I climbed up the bed, enjoying the visceral joy of her face, as I kissed her cheek, holding on her foreleg gently, yet firmly.

After a while, she seemed to regain some sort of awareness. Her eyes darted towards me, smiling. “You can be such a tease, Harry,” she whispered.

“Only because you love it,” I replied softly.

I felt her foreleg travel downward, her hoof gently tugging on my still raging erection. She looked at me, still shaky after that orgasm, yet like a starving mare, she wouldn’t let that stop her. Hungrily, she said, “I want to be on top.”

I removed the pillows and placed my back to the headrest of the bed. She kept staring at my hardness, standing ready to receive her. She smiled, climbing on top of me, her hips slowly joining mine. There was no teasing, this time. Without another word, she pushed herself downward.

Encircled by her tight, warm walls, I grunted as she began moving. Slowly at first, trying to gain a better position. I helped, using my hands as they held her rear as a support. Steadily, her rhythm began to increase. We stared into each other’s eyes. Her’s were predatory, aroused and excited. Everytime I moaned as her lips swallowed me, her smile grew more satisfied. Enjoying my reactions to her movements, she too grew excited. Her walls began to tighten, and her moans too became louder. In the end, there was no rhythm. We began to pound on each other like wild animals. There was no bed. There was no bedroom. There was only us, sex, musk, and in the end, satisfaction as I felt like losing myself as she squeezed me so tightly just before I came inside her.

Rarity milked me for all I was worth, making me twitch and moan as she continued to pump me. After a while, she too stopped, also satisfied, as we collapsed on each other, breathless, tired. I felt her forelegs hug my neck, letting me breathe in her musky, floral scent, before everything faded.

It was growing dark when I woke up. I felt Rarity calling to me, her hooves gently pulling on my arm. When I was finally aware of my surroundings, we were lying on our sides. I was hugging her, my nose on the nape of her neck.

“Harry?” Rarity called again.

“Yes, Rarity?” I mumbled.

I felt her squeeze my arm firmly. “Thank you.”

“I live to serve,” I replied, smiling, kissing her neck. I felt her shiver. We stayed silent for a moment, with me contemplating on today. After a while, I chuckled. “Wow. Today was quite a different you, Rarity.”

“Really?” she asked.

“You, jumping at me,” I said. “Most of the time, it would be me doing that.”

“Oh. Yes.” Rarity sighed. “I apologize about that, Harry. It’s just,” she paused, “after I did what needed to be done, I came back to the displays and saw you and Twilight together. And you two were so… cute together.”

I blinked. “Cute?”

“Adorable,” Rarity expanded. “Lovable. Sweet.”

“Okay, I get that,” I said, chuckling. “I’m just wondering what does that have to do with you being forward.” When Rarity mumbled something, I asked, “Uh, what?”

“I was imagining you two together, rutting,” Rarity said, a little louder.

“Me?” I blinked in disbelief. “And the Princess?”

“Well, I don’t see her as a Princess,” Rarity explained. “She was my friend before that. We shared adventures, stories, gossip. She is one of the ponies I would love to share my stallion with.” She turned, looking at me. “I wanted to share you with her.”

I understood. Culturally, Equestria practised something they called herd-family, which was a means to adapt to just having just one stallion per every five mares born. Normally, their family structure would have one or two stallions shared by multiple mares. There were exceptions of course, but that was the norm, as strange as that sounded to someone from a Western human culture.

“A little hypocritical of me, isn’t it?” Rarity suddenly asked. “I always talked about being part of a Matched Pair, to be the only mare for my stallion. Yet, seeing you two together, imagining you both in the act… it turned me on. Hard.”

I squeezed her reassuringly. “That’s why you were acting like some sort of mare in Heat?”

“Maybe,” Rarity whispered. “I wonder if growing up in a culture that celebrated herd-families is too strong to overcome.”

“I can relate,” I said solemnly. “I grew up in a culture where the ideal family is monogamous.” I felt her squeeze my arm again before I continued, “Sometimes, I still feel guilty when I entertain customers. It doesn’t matter that Eve reassures me that she is okay with it and understands. It doesn’t matter if it’s normal to Equestrians. It’s not normal to me.”

“Do you feel guilty now?” Rarity asked.

“No,” I answered honestly.

“Why’s that, Harry?”

“Because I’m with a friend,” I replied. “Maybe I am adapting to your culture, one step at a time, and being intimate with friends is something I can live with. Or maybe I’m just trying to make excuses to settle a guilty conscience. Or maybe I’m just losing my mind.”

Rarity chuckled at that. “Leave the melodrama to me, Harry.”

“Hmmm, you’re right,” I mumbled, digging my head deeper in the nape of her neck, making her shiver. “You are the best at that.”

“Stop it before I start mounting you again,” Rarity replied, giggling. When I desisted, she sighed. “You know, Harry, I’m glad you consider me as a friend.”

“Even if I didn’t, after today, letting me see the tablet and reserving one for me to buy it tomorrow, you’d have earned the title of being my best friend for life.”

“Oh, is that so?” Rarity asked, something naughty in her tone. “What if I did one better?”

I blinked. “What do you—” and stopped when I remembered the parcel Rarity had placed on the desk earlier. I hugged her tighter. “You didn’t.” When she giggled, I kissed her neck repeatedly. “You. Awesome. Mare.”

“I know, darling,” Rarity said, hint of mock haughtiness and arrogance in her voice. “I know.”

I laughed. “I love you, Rarity.”

There was a slight pause before Rarity asked, “Oh?” with a tone that hinted a smile. “Do you love me enough to have Twilight join us now so we can both enjoy you?”

“Uh, yeah… though only after you pay triple of what you paid Gentlemen for Mares.”

If someone played a disc scratch sound, it would have been perfect as Rarity suddenly turned to me with her Are-You-Serious expression.

“Wait, triple?” she asked, disbelieving. “But I memorized your rates. Two mares should be only count as one-and-a-half of standard payment, with the additional costs for boosters.”

I nodded, a little embarrassed. “Yeah. However, our initial contract was only for one mare, one night. Two mares is grounds for a breach of contract, which carries a stiff penalty fee. All in all, it will be triple to what you paid for.”

Her eyes blinked, surprised, before narrowing to a more sultry look. “You won’t tell anyone though, right?”

I just smiled at her. “Rarity, new best friend or not, powerful mare or not, you don’t scare me as much as Platinum Corona does. She takes contracts really seriously.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Of course she does.”

I wondered, briefly, if Rarity knew Platinum. I guessed they probably did. After all, powerful mares tend to move in the same crowd.

After a moment of contemplative silence, Rarity sighed. "Maybe it was a good thing Twilight declined."

"Declined?" I asked.

"I may have tried to invite her before I dragged you away," Rarity clarified. I then remembered her strange expression, and Twilight's answer to it.

Part of me wondered how it would be to handle two mares at once. Another part was relieved Twilight declined. One mare was already a handful.

Still, if Rarity wanted to, I would have done it. She deserved that much. So, I kissed her gently on the lips, and said, “You can always imagine Twilight in the room—”

“Harry, stop,” Rarity warned.

I ignored her. “—watching us kiss. Hug. Rutting each other senseless.”

“Harry, shut up, and let me mount you again.”