Between a rock and a soft place
The sounds of heavy rain falling outside filled the dark rooms of the Carousel Boutique. In the main room of the boutique were three lit candles sitting in front of a soaking wet white mare. The mare sat on the floor, a half empty bottle of cider and a glass of cider beside her. She levitated the glass up to her lips and gulped down its contents before setting it back down. Her day hadn't exactly gone as planned...
It had been such a beautiful day, a cloudless sky and shining sun. Rarity's plans held great promise for her at the start of the day. She'd met a rather handsome stallion earlier that week and the two hit it off instantly. It was like love at first sight. They arranged to meet at a local restaurant for lunch. She spent all morning getting herself ready before heading out to meet him. Two hours she waited at that place, two long hours. Realizing she'd been stood up, the unicorn set off for home, hanging her head low. To make everything worse, a large downpour started before she was even halfway home. Then, once she got home... The power went out.
Now she sat on her floor, her only light being the three candles. She poured herself another glass of cider and began to drink. Her day couldn't get much worse. It was then that there was a strange noise outside her house. She nearly dropped her glass due to the noise startling her. Rising from the floor, she went over and opened her front door. On the other side, she found a large rock. But, this rock was familiar somehow...
"Tom," She muttered the name. The same name she'd given that rock all that time ago when she'd been tricked into thinking it was a diamond. As much as she didn't want to... She had to take it inside. She couldn't risk her friends seeing it and bringing up that rather embarrassing incident. So, with all her magical might, she managed to pull the rock into her home. With a heavy sigh, she plopped back down on the floor, levitating the glass of cider up to her mouth again, before pausing.
"Want some?" She asked the rock, letting out a laugh. Tom sat there, silent. "No? Yeah, didn't think so," She let out another laugh, drinking her cider. Tom simply sat there in silence on account of him being a rock and all. "How'd you get here anyway?" The mare who clearly had a bit too much to drink asked. Tom sat still, not saying a word. "Right, right, you're the silent type," She nodded in understanding, "I'm sure you get all the mares that way."
The night went on, more and more bottles of cider ending up laying around her as she continued to chat with Tom, starting to really open up to him, and he continued being a rock. By her fourth or fifth bottle of cider, she was leaning against him, her cheeks light red with a drunken blush.
"I don't know why I ever got rid of you. You're an amazing listener!" She exclaimed, downing the last of her cider. Leaning on Tom for support, she rose to her hooves. “Well, I think it’s about time for bed,” She said, looking at the rock who remained silent as always. Tom didn’t need to say anything, though. Rarity nodded, lifting the rock up with her magic and setting off for her bedroom. Luckily for her, her bed was quite large, so it managed to fit Tom and her, though they had to hug close together.
Before long, the drunken Rarity couldn’t take it anymore. She shifted around in the bed, pressing herself up against the large rock. She laid her hoof against the rock, signaling he need not say anything, which he wouldn’t have done anyway. She lifted her hind leg up and pushed her lower section against the rock with a small gasp as she felt the cold stone pressing against her hot nethers. With a shudder of pleasure, she began grinding her wet lower lips against the rock hard… Rock.
“Oh, Tom,” Escaped from Rarity’s mouth as she began grinding herself into him more, feeling every groove of the rock sliding against her slit which was wetter than she was from being stuck in the rain. She continued rocking her hips, humping the rock beside her. “Tom, you feel amazing,” She moaned out, to which Tom responded with silence. Each movement of her hips caused shivers of pleasure in her body, more and more until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Her hips bucked frantically against Tom, each one eliciting a moan from her. Tom stayed silent, either because he was in too much pleasure to make a noise or because of the fact that he was a rock. Letting out a loud cry of pleasure, she orgasmed, coating the spot on the rock she was against. With a content sigh, Rarity passed out beside her stone lover. Thoughout their entire sexual encounter, Tom stayed as hard as a rock. Which he was.
The next morning, the sounds of somepony calling her name woke her up. She sat up and let out a groan, resting her hoof against her pounding head. “What happened last night?” She asked herself before noticing the giant rock beside her and the wet spot on it. “Oh… Oh sweet Celestia…” She muttered.
It was then that her bedroom door opened and her friend, Twilight Sparkle poked her head into the room. “Rarity! I’ve been looking for you everywhere! What are… you…” The mare slowly fell silent upon the sight of her friend laying in bed with Tom, her mane a complete mess, clearly indicating what had occurred last night. Slowly, the mare backed up before turning and booking it out of the house, away from her now red faced friend.
Rarity stared at the doorway for a few moments before looking to Tom, then back to the door, and then back to Tom before letting out a sigh, “I’m never going to be able to live this down…”
