Sails of Love

It was the day. The day she waited for so long. A day all for herself. No pony to ruin this most magnificent day. The white and purple unicorn trotted happily inside her boutique getting ready for this particular day out. A wide brimmed sea blue hat with a matching saddle, a small sailor scarf to finish the composition. She looked in the mirror to inspect herself. Magic ironed out the last few details. She was perfect.
“Oh Rarity you will be the gal of the eve.”
She giggled as she started packing her saddle bags. Spare clothes for any ghastly event that would ruin her current ones, also a coat if the weather got colder. And the invitation, the beautifully decorated invitation. It was sent to her by Fancy Pants. The millionaire gentlecolt whom she met in Canterlot. After she came back home they exchanged some letters and in a month he was already promoting a clothing line made by her. She was a small star in the glamour of Canterlot, but Fancy Pants assured her that her light was starting to shine brighter and brighter. Then came the invitation that was such a big shock, that she almost couldn’t reach her favorite fainting couch. Nobody saw her then but still, some things you just simply can’t forget. Her eyes went through the finely written invitation:

Rarity my dear,

I write this invitation to you with utmost joy. One of the greatest designers of Prance will be visiting us in Equestrtia and I was given the honor to be her host. She is Perle Fine and you probably know all of her works. She showed great interest in your designs and would love to meet you. We will be holding a small banquet at the Shobedo harbor next tuesday. I hope you can join us. In the envelope there is ticket for the train. You simply have no excuse to avoid this carrier deciding event.

Im awaiting your arrival.

Sincerely
Fancy Pants

She was happy and almost couldn’t stop giggling on her way to the train station. Perle Fine was one of the greatest designers in Prance. Her work inspired countless fashionistas and she was well known for her lust for travel. Also if the gossip was true, she loved to spend her bits. Garish parties, castles all to her and the greatest workshop in the world. It was her dream to get that big in her future and with the more and more jobs she got all around Equestria this might make her even known in Prance. How she longed for a trip into that distant land of fashion and luxury. She reached the station and found the train. Most of the wagons were simple passenger carts but the one she had a ticket for was the first class cart. A very comfy chair, a glass of sweet wine and calm music. The cart was sound proofed so she could fully enjoy the view and the music. No rattling of the rails. This was the life. She knew she could afford travel like this, but staying with her friends most of the time was more important than luxury. The only reason she didn’t invite any of her friends was the knowledge, of how easily they get bored in society parties. She would bring back gifts of course. A book for Twilight, some nice horseshoes for Fluttershy, something awesome for Dash, a bunch of candy for Pinkie and some rare products for Applejack. She would get so flushed, swearing she would never use anything fancy like those. She giggled as she watched the world go by her window.

She gracefully disembarked from the cart and immediately saw the handsome stallion. Fancy Pants was as dashing as ever. His mustache and mane well kept, his clothes were the finest in Equestria and his posture put every other stallion to shame. When he noticed Rarity, he immediately went to her and they exchanged small bows and flatteries as he kissed the tip of her hoof. He led her to a small cart which was pulled by two earth ponies in uniform.
“So good to see you Rarity. Perle was so excited about your designs that she actually staged this whole event just to meet you.”

This shocked her. She wasn’t that big of a designer yet and Perle not just wanted to meet her but actually organized a party just so she could see her. She felt herself blush a bit from the excitement but gathered herself.
“Well then I can't disappoint her now can I?”
The rest of the short ride was in silence. The white unicorn gathered all her knowledge about Perle, every bit by little bit. She couldn’t act like some filly who knew nothing about the greatest designers. A quick check in the mirror, a little fixing on the eyeshadow. A tilt on the hat, straightening the scarf. She was a nervous wreck but she wouldn’t show it to the world. Fancy Pants was a true gentlecolt and did not mention her obvious nervousness. He just had a small, all knowing smile. Before they reached the small pier where the party was held she checked her makeup twenty three, her hat seventeen and her clothes thirteen times. When she disembarked from the chariot, she was perfect. The guards let her and the stallion through without a problem. The pier was lit by magical lanterns that kept the nocturnal bugs away and shed a white clear light. Between several desks of refreshments on a small stage several ponies played instruments giving the event a nice formal atmosphere. Fashionable ponies were everywhere, talking gossip about events and current trends. Far from the light she could see the white body of a yacht. The music suddenly stopped as the hostess of the event entered from the direction of the yacht. Perle Fine in all her glory. A tall, slender unicorn pony. Her white coat had a golden tint and her hair sparkled in the light like actual pearls. Her cutie mark was a golden strand of silk in the shape of a ribbon. She looked through the crowd before she spoke. Her voice was fine like the silk she worked with.
“Dear guests, this eve I welcome you all. I hope that this location is not too bothersome for the most of you, but as you all know I will leave Equestria shortly and as my time is limited, this is the best I could arrange in this short time. Please enjoy yourselves.”

The music started again, discussions restarted and the event was in full blown. Perle talked with all of her guests. Some well chosen words, some compliments and questions about affairs. Rarity was enchanted. She was in her element. Talking with the elite and fitting in with them was as easy for her as breathing. This evening was going to be perfect.

She didn’t even notice the time. When she finally came out of the daze of so many new meetings and contacts, she noticed how few of the ponies actually remained in the party area. The band was slowly playing less and less before they stopped completely. The other guests left one by one with chariots or on foot. She realized that apart from some compliments or mild gestures she hadn’t talked with Perle at all. She searched for Fancy Pants on the now almost completely empty pier. She carefully chose her words.
“I guess I wasn’t that interesting in real life.”

The stallion only chuckled before he answered.
“The real event hasn’t started yet. Not until the last of the guests leave. Not us, of course.”

She nodded and decided to visit one of the tables to refresh herself. Some wine would do it. Perle brought some of the finest bottles of red wine she ever tasted. Sweet and yet not overpowering. Lost in the taste and the bliss of alcohol, she at first did not notice the hooves that were touching her clothes. When she realized it, she turned back, alarmed to look directly in the eyes of the slender Perle. Her golden eyes looked into hers as she started smiling.
“I see you are enjoying the wine. Sorry for the poking and the touching, I just wanted to see your clothes up close.”
“Oh dont worry, I’m flattered that you show interest in my modest work. I’m honored...”

Before she could finish the sentence, the foreign unicorn pressed her lips to the hers. She was totally dumbfounded. Perle was smiling with a big grin as she levitated not a glass, but a whole bottle to herself. She refilled Rarity’s glass first before she took an unladylike sip from the bottle. Fancy Pants joined the pair with that all knowing smile.
“Perle my dear I think you broke her.“

The designer danced around the empty pier, her hooves giving off soft thumps as she danced across the boards with utmost joy etched on her face. Her voice still as fine as silk but now filled with emotions of joy and happiness.
“Finally this dreadful night will get better.” She danced to the still petrified Rarity. “Dear I'm sorry about that little kiss, but you looked tense. We are finally alone, you can be open now.”
“I...I don’t really understand.“
“Well after a while you are going to understand. Being Elite prim and proper is fun for a while. Then it starts to get boring. Really boring.”

She shrugged and took another sip. Then she started walking towards the Yacht on the far side of the pier.
“Care to join me for some small talk? My dear Fancy was telling so many good things about you and I soo want to know you better.”

Rarity just nodded and followed the tall unicorn with the still smiling colt. They reached the boat. White as pearls adorned with golden marks and gemstones, that were filled to the brim with protective spells. It looked modern and elegantly designed. On board there was a small pool, probably filled with magically heated water. She was lead into the interior. A little kitchen with a small stove, sink and fridge; on the other side a crescent moon shaped sofa with a table. She was still lead further inside, joined by some more bottles and glasses. The next door led into the bedroom. On the side was a small closet sized shower and inside the dimly lit room was a huge heart shaped bed. At least four ponies could sleep on it. The inner room was filled with several dozen gems embedded into the walls with utmost precision. They all took places on pillows that were laid out on the floor. Fancy Pants took a smaller square ical glass from Perle and poured himself some Lost Pegasus whisky. She still had her own wine and Perle poured herself some from her pet bottle.
“Isn't he lovely? I bought him on my first sea trip.”
“Him?” Asked the fashionista with a quizzical expression. “I thought boats were counted as females.”
“This one is special. Designed for longer trips by the best craftsmen and artisans of Prance. My lovely Calme Orage. But let's not talk about him, I'm more interested in you. This little colt was so excited about finding such a talent.”

And with that the conversations started. Perle was something new to Rarity. So open and yet so educated. Rarity learned so much that day. About Perles and Fancy’s friendship and her travels. And she got stories from Rarity about her adventures and the excitement of creating dresses for the elite of canterlot, the passion of creating clothes. The stallion was mostly silent adding in facts and details, making the conversation flow smoothly. As the night went on and the drinks went down, Rarity knew what Perle reminded her of: A finely spiced brandy.

Hours later she felt more than tipsy. They were standing on the deck of the yacht. The gentle cold breeze clearing their heads. This was a fun night. They watched Fancy Pants walk down the pier to get a cart. Perle watched him and Rarity noticed with a small blush that she was actually watching his rear end. When he was out of sight Perle turned to the fashionista.
“I want your clothes and designs to appear in my collections. Prance is so dreadful nowadays and your designs would bring some fresh ideas.”

This was it, Rarity realized. The moment that would launch her career to the heights of fashion.
“Of course I would be more than honored to join your line.”
“I don’t want you to join, my dear. I want to help your line soar. If a small assortment appears in one of my collections you will get more orders than you can handle. Are you up for that?”

Rarity nodded. This was her chance. Yes, the work would be stressful but still so entertaining. Ideas were already popping into her head. The only thing that broke her concentration was the chariot coming to the end of the pier. She looked up to the slender unicorn to say her farewell.
“I guess this is my cue to leave. Thank you for the wonderful evening Perle it was a pleasure to meet you.”
“Leave? Why would you do that my dear, the chariot came for me.”
“What? But you have this wonderful Yacht why would you leave?”
“Dear im giving him to you as a parting gift.”

Her jaw hit the floor. Rarity the fashionista, also the owner of one of the most luxurious yachts in the world? This must be a joke. So many good things happened one after another. She looked at Perle who had a small sad smile as she slowly pulled a hoof across the white railing.
“He and I had so many journeys. So many good memories, but time passes and I found other things I would like to experience. Plus he will be in good hands and don’t you dare say you can’t, the magic built in will keep him running for an eternity.”

Rarity nodded. She had no other choice.
“I accept.”
“Good. Calme Orage your new captain is Miss Rarity right here.”

A light flickered around Perle, that floated over to the fashionista. The light only stayed for a second, then disappeared. Then she noticed a new figure in the corner of her eye. Perle smiled as Rarity inspected the figure. He was a colt. A pearl white colt with a dark blue mane. He had a nice strong build with a gentle smile and infinitely deep blue eyes, his cutie mark the very ship they were standing on. He bowed before her and spoke.
“It's an honour to serve you my lady. I'm Calme Orage, the finest luxury yacht out of the Artisan Harbour. I hope I can serve you as well as i served Ms Perle.”

She looked at the unicorn and back to the colt.
“He is the ship?”
“I told you my dear, that he is special. So much magic went into making him. He was my company on long trips. You can command him with simple mental orders and if you want you can make him show himself. He will sail the ship for you and take care of the tedious parts. Now it's late and i think a made a very patient colt wait too long.”

She trotted down to the pier waving to the still dazed fashionista then she joined Fancy Pants in the chariot. Before they left and the blinds were closed she could actually see the two of them embracing in a passionate kiss. She blushed and turned around. She was alone on her new yacht, that was a gift from the greatest designer of her time. A gift to a new, upcoming designer who would join the most elite collections in the world. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She yelled out in joy and started giggling and prancing on the deck. She was the happiest pony in all of Equestria. She would have continued her happy dance until morning, if a calm voice hadn’t interrupted her.
“Lady Rarity? Is everything alright?”

She noticed the white buck standing next to her and watching her with a worried look.
“Oh yes yes dear I’m more than alright. I'm ecstatic. So how do you actually work?”
“Im a magical image directly projected into your mind. The core gem of the ship houses my personality and my functions. Also I can contact you anytime in a hundred meter vicinity of my actual body.”
“That's lovely, but actually who are you?”
“Your most trusted servant my lady. I’m the copy of the personality, appearance and thoughts of a very special pony who underwent the finest combing process to fit this role.”

As she listened to the explanation she started walking around exploring parts of the yacht. The hot bath was off at the moment and she didn’t feel like dipping in. The projected stallion followed her, as she entered the kitchen, checking the fridge that was mostly full of wines.
“So what are your duties Orage? Can I call you Orage?”
“You can call me any way you like my lady. I sail the ship and keep it in order, by balancing the magical field the gems generate. I can do certain tasks alone and in the inner sanctum i can actually manipulate objects.”

At that Rarity looked up at the colt.
“And what can you do with that?”
“From the simplest thing like covering you in sheets if you accidentally kick them off, to more complex tasks like massages and other services.”

She blinked at the last one.
“Other services? Like what other...You don’t mean? Other services like that?”

It was the projections turn to laugh. It was well mannered and controlled.
“Yes my lady. I was created for long journeys where the passengers might get bored. I was created to be able to please both mares and colts. Miss Perle was very adamant that this feature was included in this model.”

Rarity was now blushing deeply. She slowly entered the bedroom. Her eyes exploring the huge bed. In her still hazy mind she imagined the slender unicorn in pleasure arching her back and crying out. She shook her head. This wasn’t right, no, no, no. She was a lady, she would not think ideas like this. Yet the seed was planted and her thoughts wandered. How does it work? How does it feel? Her thoughts raced and she found herself on the bed. It was soft and extremely comfortable. The sheets were made from the finest silk that caressed her body. She knew that she couldn’t turn back. Deep down she already decided that this would happen and the alcohol did not help holding back these urges. Her mouth was dry so she sipped from her glass before she spoke again. She wanted to sound calm and well composed but her voice was nervous.
“And how would those services go?”

Orage smiled as he slowly walked towards the mare. Then a light engulfed her. A very faint shimmer that was really hard to notice. He moved next to her, his body not leaving any marks on the sheets. When his hoof reached out and touched her shoulders she actually felt the pressure. Like an actual hoof was pressing down on her. He started moving his hoofs. Slowly exploring her back. Massaging the tender spots. The field around her pressed down on more points then a simple pony could touch. Slowly working out the knots in her muscles. She was melting under his gentle touch. This was good. Realy good. She was sinking into the feeling but then a light touch on her flank brought her back. She looked back and saw the image moving towards her flanks. He had a calm reassuring expression. As he concentrated on her rear. She let out a pleasurable sigh. He was good. Rarity instinctively raised her tail. Her body reacting in so many ways to his gentle touch. Orage smiled as he moved a hoof lower to play with her well kept tail. Then lower avoiding every important bit. She bit her lip and let out a small moan. She needed it. In a low almost silent voice she whispered.
“Please.”

He leaned next to her ear and she felt the pressure of a body pressing next to her even though she knew he wasn’t real.
“I do not understand that order my lady. You have to be clearer.”

He was toying with her, she realized. The thought that it made her even more excited, was the only reason she played along.
“Please Orage. I need it.”
“Need what, my dear lady?“
“I want you. Now.”

He smiled as he raised his hoof from her rump. She almost started yelling at him then her mind went blank with pleasure as the pressure re-appeared at the right spot. She arched her back as her muscles tensed as a small orgasm hit her. She let out a pleased, long moan. He removed the visionary hoof from her flower, then positioned himself behind her. She felt the field imitate the weight of a real pony. Her tail was moved out of place, then she felt the pressure again; different this time. He was slow and gentle as he slowly pushed his magical length inside.

It filled her nicely, giving her a nice feeling of fullness. He let her get used to it before he pulled back to push in again. She was moaning clearly at this point. His pace steadily increasing. She didn’t need to say a word. He knew how she wanted it. Changing pace, movement, power. The sensation was completed with him actually grunting and moaning with the thrusts. Her mind was blank from the pleasure. No coherent words left her mouth just moans, as her tongue lolled out.

Time lost its meaning, all she knew was the fact that she was on the edge for too long. He knew when to slow down, when to change pace to keep her away from that peak. Her mind grunted in annoyance. He changed once again, fast and hard. She let out a moan as there was no turning back. Her muscles tensed as the hardest orgasm of her life wrecked her body. There was nothing else, just the pleasure. It died down slowly as he kept moving slowly and gently to prolong her summit.

Once she calmed down and she could finally relax her muscles he slowly pulled out leaving her with an empty, yet satisfied feeling. The field didn’t leave as the invisible hoofs worked her muscles yet again to soften out the new tension. After a while she was ready to talk again.
“You are really good at this you know?”

He just smiled at that. The field slowly leaving her body and moving something new into sight. It was a big pillow. He levitated it to the tired mare who gratefully hugged it close to herself as the light moved the covers over her.
“Thank you.”
“Its my pleasure, my lady.”

Her eyelids were heavy and sleep was so hard to keep away. Yet one question nagged her in the back of her mind.
“Orage?”
“Yes my Lady?”
“Do you have ... uhm ... other settings?”
“Yes I do. I can satisfy several fetishes, also I can please up to 6 ponies. Besides that I can change form to several different species if necessary.”

She did not answer. She drifted to sleep with a smile on her face and a wicked idea in her head.