It had been a while since me and Rarity had a chance to see each other personally, of course that distance wasn't much of a problem; her place was only a few buildings or so away from my house; a respectable loft near the outskirts of Ponyville, for what it's worth.
Though, as the quite busy and sought-after tailor she was, the mare barely had any free time to spend with someone like me.
Not that I was an undesirable piece of flesh... No. But I think she definitely had better things to do rather than chewing the fat with another human.
'They are always full of questions, after all'
Since the first wave of otherworldly people were allowed to step in Equestria - and note that it was no easy diplomatic task - many things consequently changed in the two worlds. Some major issues such as the magic decay were still seen as a negative consequence of the human presence in Equestria, but other than that, such different dimensions had more in common than it was thought.
Dogs, were a fantastic example.
While a myriad of researchers worked incessantly in order to minimize the anomalies, the passage between dimensions was said to be 'stable enough to deliver living creatures to the other side' It may not sound that safe, but in almost a decade after the first contact event, only two limbs got severed.
I can tell you that at least one of the victims survived.
One of the first things to be counted in favor of the human creatures, was the fact they all had functional hands. Ponies had many positive aspects too, but they all lacked- well, they all lacked fingers.
Unicorns had no apparent reasons to make such a fuss about our alien appendages, but unicorns were also a small percentage of the real pony population without telekinetic skills.
And all of a sudden, Equestria needed humans, and as so the human race needed much of what the pony planet had to offer - although we are not here to talk about interdimenssional commerce, are we?
I guess not.
Back to the topic, two years or so after the first earthlings crossed the portal, I was chosen by the admittance committee to work in the Ponyville urbanization program. As an architect - with hands - I couldn't be happier with such an opportunity to prove myself not only to my own world, but also to the other world.
To my own luck, one of the first Equestrian residents to stumble against me was nopony else but Rarity. Of course I had heard about the six elements or something like that, but I never expected to find one of then living right around the corner. The Carrousel Boutique was a key piece in the renovation program, listed as a Grade III building, which meant I was forced to do the possible and even the impossible to keep it intact during the city urbanization.
Rarity was always so helpful and kind to me during the several months I stayed in front of the project, changing plans here and there, traveling exhaustively to other cities, consulting the princesses almost every single day, and stopping by the afternoon in her place to have a comforting cinnamon tea before heading back to work.
Rarity always had important things to do; sometimes it was a massive amount of dresses to finish, massive amounts of gemstones to cut, and sometimes it was just a massive problem caused by her little sister.
Still, as the curious mare she was, the white unicorn enjoyed talking to me whenever she wanted to know more about Earth, in special the trending characteristics of the fashion industry. Naturally, I wasn't a stylist, but always remembered to bring a Vogue magazine with me every time I visited my home world.
They seemed incredibly boring to me, but Rarity's eyes gleamed with delight as she saw the human models in their exquisite clothes.
As my project progressed, and the roads leading to Ponyville were slowly setting the two of us apart, my visits to Carousel Boutique became scarce. Officially, I still lived around the corner, but the frequent trips to the capital alongside with many other difficult situations, forced me to spend months in hotels rather than in the cozy neighborhood I loved so much.
Though, things were about to change for good, and when I stepped out of that carriage and stood face to face with the doorway to my house, that beating heart of mine was filled with relief and comfort.
I looked around one more time, just to make sure that I wasn't dreaming, and happily said to myself that my job in Equestria was done.
Two years after my arrival, two years of tireless efforts and hard work, two years of human intervention, and the roads leading to Canterlot looked as good as a German Autobahn.
The urbanization program in Ponyville was completed, and the city was now ready to house new and fantastic projects, just like any other modern human city - that without loosing its traditional charm and architecture - which was my main objective here.
And I... Well, I was now a very well paid citizen, free to rest my head, and enjoy the magnificent city I proudly helped to create.
With a slight crack, the doors went open, and wasting no more time, I walked into the place I was quite proud to call home. There was a dusty scent in the air, like when you leave a piece of clothing in a wardrobe for so long, and it absorbs the stillness around it.
It had been a few months since I came home for the last time, but I felt as if it was ages ago when I talked to that particular mare in my living room, as she helped me picking the best suit for my meeting with the princesses.
I sighed, resting a considerably heavy suitcase over a side table. Caressing the walls with my fingertips I finally touched the light switch.
Now properly lit, the apartment revealed itself just like I left it half an year ago. The housekeeper surely did a good job in keeping the spider webs away from my bookshelves, and getting rid of those rotten beefs I forgot in the fridge.
'Poor thing...' I said to myself, knowing that ponies are not quite fond of meat-eating people.
"Welcome back, Mr. Atkins!" Said a smiling yellowish pegasus walking out of the kitchen.
"Oh, hello Sunny, I didn't knew you'd be here today, how's it going?" I greeted her, having a seat in my favorite chair.
"Not much, really, I knew you'd be arriving today, so I just wanted to make sure everything was okay." Her cheeks getting a tone nearer to pink, as she sheepishly stroked her contrasting dark mane. "And also to keep your plants- well... As alive as possible." She added. I looked thorough the window and noticed the chunk of dead vines falling over the exterior walls.
"Oh well... I think I forgot to call that gardener again." I chuckled. "Don't worry though, the plants weren't your responsibility after all." I said, eliciting a relief whisper from the Pegasus.
"Say, why don't you have a seat? You look tired Sunny, I can make some tea for us while you tell me about the neighbor's personal life." I Joked. I knew pretty well that Sunny was very professional, although I loved to play with her, and with ponies in general, considering that sarcasm wasn't a well known technique around these parts.
Though she giggled.
"No need for that Mr. At-"
"Just Peter, please. You don't need to call me 'Mr.' every time you speak." Sunny just rolled her eyes.
"As I was trying to say Peter, I was about to leave, so you don't need to worry about tea, cookies, and formalities." She said with a nod.
"Okay then, I'll keep my stupid cookies and formalities for myself." I chuckled, stretching my neck as I leaned against my armchair. "Anything else I should know? Did the mailmare managed to find my mailbox this time?"
Pacing around the room, touching her chin with the tip of her hoof, something seemed to spark inside Sunny's mind.
"Somepony came looking for you a few days ago..."
I turned my head at hearing that.
"Oh yeah?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. That mare, Rarity." She paused. "She had an invitation of sorts, I said I'd give it to you at your arrival, but she denied." Sunny seemed oddly annoyed at that.
"Weird... Why would she do that?"
"I don't know, Peter. I think she wants you to go there and take whatever it is by yourself." If I didn't knew Sunny, I could swear she had a mischievous smile when she finished that sentence. "Anyway... The rest of your mail is over the counter, I see you next week, Mr. Atkins." She said.
"Ah, and I hope you have a good time in Carousel Boutique." With a cold nod, Sunny made her way to the door, and left before I could say a thing.
A little surprised and at the same time puzzled by her answer, I spent a considerable part of that day thinking about what for heaven's sake Rarity wanted to tell me.
I was tired after commanding hordes of workers for that long, as they probably threw more responsibility on my back than I could comfortably handle.
My mind was exhausted, and I must admit that the mysterious letter wasn't at the top of my priority list, though, I couldn't help but keep wondering.
Out there, all around the city, the old gas lamps bathed the streets in a warm yellowish light. The night was quickly falling over Equestria, and I decided to give it a try, and stop by Rarity's place. I wasn't even sure if she would be there, but even the quick walk around the corner was worth it.
Not a minute after I left home - hopefully for the last time that day - I found myself standing at the entrance to Carousel Boutique.
Ponies' architectural styles always fascinated me, maybe because of the initial shock in seeing so many gemstones and precious materials being used so widely in their buildings, apparently, such things were not as valuable here as they are on Earth.
I'd define Carousel Boutique as a good example of what I tried to define as Equestrian Baroque. There were just so many details to observe; such as the small dragon by the door glaring at me.
"Ah... Hello Spike. Long time no see, huh?" I said, walking towards the little thing, who hadn't grow an inch since the first time we met. Dragons had such a slow aging process, I believe that must have been quite the frustration of his childhood.
"Yeah..." He grumbled, closing the door behind him with an elbow. "You know, I have fingers too." He frowned as I offered a hand to greet him.
"Eh... I see." I replied awkwardly, as Spike ignored me and walked away.
Dragons...
Shrugging, I knocked the boutique's door. It wasn't long until a little mare pushed them open.
"Jesus Christ, you fillies grow fast!" I stated in awe as Rarity's younger version rolled her eyes at me.
"Hello to you too, Peter." Sweetie Belle said, an ironic tone in her voice. "I'm not a little filly anymore, you know?"
"I know, I know..." I giggled. "So, is your sister at home?" I asked, the young unicorn making way for me to come in.
"Yeah, she's upstairs working on her wedding dress or something." As the door closed, three little bells clanged, each one in a different note. "I'm sure she'll be here in a second." She chuckled.
"Wedding dress?" I muttered to myself, paying little attention as Sweetie Belle tried her best to levitate a mannequin- and consequently failing.
A loud thump echoed through the boutique, and in no time, a hurried Rarity came trotting down the stairs.
"Sweetie Belle, what for Celestia's sake were you-" The mare stopped on her tracks, a hoof frozen in mid air, alongside with an expression of shock or something else I couldn't define in her face.
"Ah... Hello?" I said, an unsure smile on my lips.
"Oh my, Peter!" She exclaimed, pushing the fallen mannequin back to its base, and throwing a fatal glare at her sister. "Darling, I'm so sorry, I wasn't expecting to see you today- I couldn't even make us some tea!"
"Don't worry about that, really... I can come back tomorrow if you want-" I waved dismissively.
"No, no, no. You stay!" She said, pushing me to a couch with her magic. "Sweetie Belle, clean up this mess! I'll come back in a minute."
With that, Rarity disappeared again to god knows where. There were rubies scattered all over the floor, which had detached from the mannequin's dress. I crouched to my knees, and started to pick'em up with the little unicorn.
"Thanks..." Sweetie Belle muttered as I handed her a dozen or so of crimson gemstones.
"No problem dear." I said, leaning back on the silky couch.
Years had passed out there in the world, but here in Carousel Boutique, the only apparent changes were in the clotheslines. A new lace here, more sequins there, nothing relevant in my opinion.
Talking about relevance, the boutique's owner teleported back to the living room, seemingly satisfied in seeing the place clean from the previous mess. Rarity carried a white envelope in her mouth, and as she placed it with delicacy in my lap, I could see it was not only a simple envelope, but some kind of sealed letter.
You see, I used to receive a lot of those things when I worked for the princesses, they are magically sealed in a way, that only the addressee is able to open without ruining the letter. Though, I couldn't know for sure why Rarity had one of those.
"I passed by your house a few days ago, I knew you'd be arriving in a few days, but not exactly when." She said, taking a seat by my side, as I curiously inspected the unknown golden seal of the envelope; a peculiar cutie mark resembling some kind of crown with flourishes coming from both sides. "Although your marefriend politely said she'd-"
"Wait what?" I chuckled.
"What's the matter?" Rarity seemed puzzled by my obvious question. At least, it was obvious for me.
"She's not my marefriend- Sunny just keeps the house clean and fix my meals when I'm busy" I said.
"I heard that before." She giggled. "You're a funny man, Peter, why would Sunny lie to me?"
"Wait- She actually said that? I mean... Sunny really said she was my marefriend, when you stopped by my house?" I was shocked, and Rarity couldn't quite get that.
"W-well, it was almost implicit." She shrugged. "As I was saying, she'd keep the envelope for you, but I thought it was better to deliver it personally; it's sealed after all, and you know how we mares can be... Well, quite more curious than usual"
Kinda ignoring her comments, and not wanting to throw Sunny in an uncomfortable situation at the same time, I just decided to open the letter, and read what for fuck's sake was written on it.
Rarity stopped for a second, and observed the expressions in my face as I passed my eyes over all those formally unimportant words, finally stopping at the bottom, and looking back at her, dumbfounded.
"You're marrying Blueblood's cousin?" I said, a little more disgusted than I'd like to transpire. "I mean... It's great, congratulations! But-" I paused, closing the letter and resting it on my lap again. "Silver Crown... Isn't he a count?"
"He is." She seemed happy in stating that. "But he's not like Blueblood, if that's what you're trying to say. That prince is buried in the past, I assure you," She nuzzled my arm.
"I'm just surprised, that's all." I smiled, although my inner expressions manifested the contrary.
Everyone from Blueblood's bloodline was a jerk, and Silver Crown was no exception. I can't say we shared good moments together, though I've stumbled against him in Canterlot a couple of times.
"Peter, I want you to design our wedding ceremony"
"Can't do that" Those words came out almost instantly.
"Oh, come on Peter!" She grabbed my arm with her front hooves, pressing her body against mine as she begged for it."You re-designed an entire town, for Celestia's sake!"
"Dear, I'm an architect, not a decorator." I chuckled, shaking my head at the thought.
"I'd do everything!" She leaned her chest a little too much over my lap, and I kinda backed away awkwardly, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Ah... I'll think about it?" I said, still insecure. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her feelings or something, but the truth is that I wasn't quite prepared for planning unicorn marriages.
I don't need to describe how Rarity reacted when I said that, but I can say for sure that when I stepped into my house for the second time that night, I had more questions in mind than I intended to.
Well, for every invitation a consequence...
How To Manipulate Somepony
The early morning sun came lazily and slowly crept into my room through a crack in the blinds. That faint light bathed the carpet under my bed feet, and gradually crawled into the sheets as the minutes passed imperceptibly, for a time, only the entrancing ticking of the clock could be heard.
I saw the light pass through my closed eyelids, but remained under the covers for a little while, just enjoying the warmth of my own body. Although it wasn't long until not only light - but thoughts - filled my mind.
I had a tendency to think a lot before sleeping, and upon awakening. I could be frustrating at times, depending on the topic my mind decided to focus its thinking gears.
Stretching my neck, I uncovered my face and stared at the ceiling - and the mirrors of the ceiling stared back at me like ghost versions of myself. Still tired from my journey, but at the same time satisfied for making it to the very end, I had no big reasons to complain about the world. To be frank with you, I hated when people started complaining about things - and doing absolutely nothing to change them.
The door to my closet was half opened, and from my place in the bed I could catch a glimpse of that heavy suitcase of mine protruding from between the coat hangers and my clothes.
What was inside of that suitcase, mattered only to me and no one else in Equestria. Still, it would matter way more as soon as I decided to cross that portal back to Earth. As Coco Chanel said: 'The best things in life are free, the second best are very expensive.'
Still, given everything, It wasn't on my plans to leave Equestria that soon only to spend my money; I had things I wanted to do here too, I had ideas... Besides, I still had to 'design' the wedding ceremony of two freaking unicorns. My father would be so proud.
I sighed at the thought.
After my quite odd meeting with Ponyville's fashionista, my brain stirred our previous conversation in a loop. It was terrible to not get her point; I was as terrible in understanding mares, as I was with women. They ask you a single question, with two hundred meanings, plus the fact it may not even be a question after all.
Anyway, talking about mares; there was one is special to which I urgently needed to talk, and judging by the sound of hoofsteps downstairs, and the scent of fresh coffee in the air, I could presume she was already waiting for me to show up and say something.
Sunny Heart; a good friend, terrible with plants, good in keeping my folders clean and organized. As presumed by the royal invitation; my new marefriend.
Yeah, that we had to sort out somehow...
I jumped out of bed, a cold shiver ran through my overexposed skin, my feet landed on the carpet and almost in automatic mode I picked up the opened letter laying over the nightstand, and stuck it in my pocket.
Thinking about what to say, and how to explain the situation to Sunny - without creating an extremely awkward moment - I felt my way to the kitchen, the pleasurable coffee scent intensifying as I walked down the polished wooden stairs.
I stopped near the corner of the wall, Sunny didn't noticed my presence, as I observed her like a sniper.
In swift pegasus motions, she prepared the breakfast, leaning against the counter to pick up dishes in the cupboard. However, as a pony, she was too short to reach them. Groaning in an almost cute way, she fluttered her wings and floated a few inches over the floor.
"Good morning, Sunny"
*Crash*
And right to the floor went my dishes, smashing into smithereens, the pieces scattered all over the place.
"For Celestia's sake!" Sunny turned around in a hurry, her pupils shrinking as she saw my face. "I- I mean... Mr. Atkins- I'm so sorry sir, I didn't meant to-"
"Sunny, you don't need to-" I chuckled, trying to slow her down.
"It was my fault, I'm so stupid-" She tried to gather the shards together, but quickly drew back as one of the pointy little things almost pierced her hoof.
"Sunny Heart!" I said, a little bit louder. "Relax. It's okay."
I grabbed a squeegee and pushed the shards to the side, making sure there was nothing else capable of ripping my toes off when I stepped into the kitchen area.
"See? It's no big deal, just some..." Ridiculously expensive French porcelain"...just some stupid dishes." I rubbed my face, shaking the thought away. "You could have been hurt, are you nuts?"
"Sorry." She mumbled.
With a sigh, I pulled a chair and sat down next to the table, Sunny was still nervously looking at me, but nonetheless stood quiet.
"Well..." She finally said, letting out a deep breath. "You still want some coffee?" The mare smiled sheepishly.
"Oh, sure, sure." I nodded in agreement. "And by the way... Why don't you pour yourself some coffee too, and sit here with me for a while?" I proposed. "We kinda need to talk."
I wonder why this expression always raises so many mixed reactions. Some people freak out and start to cry, some try to kill you, some just try to serve an overly full cup of coffee, spilling over half of it along the way. Sunny pulled up a chair, but sat at the extreme opposite side of the table, staring down in silence at her beverage, while I slowly sipped mine, my head slightly turned to the right, contemplating the peaceful view of the living room windows.
"So..." I said, trying to break the ice. I placed my cup aside, Sunny still hadn't touched hers anyway, instead, she just looked up at me in an oddly quirky way, her gaze running away from mine as a deer escaping from the lion's grasp. "What's up?"
"Not much... I'm just a little bit tired, that's all. I can be ridiculously clumsy when I'm sleepy." She blushed.
"You know you don't have to come here every day, right? I mean- I don't mind if you come, but you need some rest as well, you've been working hard to keep this place in order." It was not like Sunny was my servant or anything - she just happened to live a few doors away from my home - Sunny needed a stable job, and I needed someone to keep the house intact, so we kinda had a deal.
"It's not like I have much else to do." She weakly smiled.
You could cut the atmosphere with a knife if you wanted, so I decided to cut to the chase..
"You never told me you had a human boyfriend." I said, trying to sound as normal as possible, although some kind of fuse must have blown inside her mind, because Sunny suddenly turned from wine into vinegar.
"What?" She cocked her head to one side. "Wait- what for Luna's sake are you talking about?" She snorted. "I'm a pony! Who would have told you such a thing?" She asked.
"Rarity said." Sunny's eyelid twitched at my response, her teeth audibly gritting inside her mouth. "Actually, she said way more than that..." I let out a sarcastic chuckle.
Eerily silent, she finally finished her coffee, drinking as if it was a shot of whiskey.
"That- That filthy bitch, I'll kill her! What the hell she's been saying about me??" I have to admit I wasn't expecting to hear that. Under her light yellowish coat, Sunny's skin lit up as red as an apple, her chest heaving in anger. "Come on Peter, spill the beans! Or I'll get that hunting knife you hide in your underwear drawer and split Carousel Boutique in a half." She hissed.
"Woah, woah, woah- calm down miss, I don't want you splitting anything in a half because of me-" I stopped. "Oh crap..."
"Because of you? She raised an eyebrow. "It's about you?"
"Fuck this!" I threw my hands in the air. "Yeah Sunny, It's because of the human right in front of you, because you told Rarity you was my marefriend when she came here last week - and because there's a fucking royal letter, saying we are invited as a couple to Rarity's fucking marriage with Blueblood's fucking cousin."
"This is nonsense!" She exclaimed.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you check it out by yourself?" I slid the unfolded paper across the table, she just stared at it doubtfully. "Go ahead, read it. Rarity gave me this thing yesterday, I couldn't believe when I saw it for the first time too."
As the pegasus grabbed the letter, the anger in her face started to gradually disappear as she started reading line after line of the invitation, probably rereading again and again only to make sure her name was there.
"Wait a second, I'm invited to a royal marriage in Canterlot Castle?" Her jaw dropped despite her attempts to keep it in place. "I- I don't even... I don't even have a proper dress for such an event-"
"Oh, you don't have a proper dress?" I face-palmed. "You're not even my marefriend! And that's the point, Sunny!" I stated, taking back the letter. "Now, care to explain?"
"I can't, I swear Peter!" She started to pace around the room. "I never told Rarity anything about us!"
"Ah, so now she's not a filthy bitch anymore?" I asked. "Why would she lie to me?"
"I have no idea! Have you stopped to ask yourself why would I lie to you?" She pointed at me. I couldn't help but feel bad for doing that. "I was invited to a royal marriage, do you have any idea of how amazing that is? Do you think I give a damn about why she'd make up this lie?" Sunny laughed, lying on the couch and spreading her wings over the pillows. "Oh my gosh, I'm going to meet the princesses!"
"No, you're not. I hate to ruin your plans, but technically speaking, you're not invited anymore. I'm not making up any rules here, it's just that you no longer fit the basic requirements." I faked a disappointed sigh.
"Basic requirements? What are you talking about? My name is on that letter, it's probably on the list as well!" She presumed.
"Yes, but we are not engaged! As yourself stated; you are a pony, and I am a human. Who would date a human? You are not my marefriend." Oh, that was evil, but priceless! "I'm sorry, Sunny."
I took a seat by her side, grabbing the newspaper and pretending not to care anymore.
Yanking the newspaper away from my hands, Sunny climbed on top of me and wrapped her hooves around my neck. "Honey, for a chance of being up there in that castle, I'm whatever you want me to be."
God... I'm such a bastard.
Author's Note
Ever heard of Architecture of Choice?
Eh... Kinda 'evil' subject.
"You want to make a deal? What kind of deal?"
The pegasus frowned upon hearing my suggestion, her front hooves resting on each side of my shoulders as she talked.
Sunny stared at me with an ambiguous expression in her face. I couldn't say for sure if she was pondering my words, or just waiting for the right opportunity to strike me.
"Hey don't look at me like that- you're the one wriggling on my lap." I said, eliciting a sarcastic snort from the mare.
"I'm not wriggling on your lap!"
"Yes, yes you are, Sunny." I rolled my eyes. "Look, I'm proposing a deal, not a marriage" Oh, the irony...
"Then go ahead, for Celestia's sake, I thought we already had a 'deal', if that's how you call it." Sunny rolled away from me, sitting by my side.
"No we don't- At least no yet." I stated. "You just jumped on top of me and started to ramble about princesses and castles and being whatever I wanted you to be" I held an incoming laugh.
Sunny was cute and all - she truly was - however, I had better plans for her.
"Look dear, this may become a win-win situation if we set things up properly, instead of just playing doctor with each other"
"Playing what?-" She gasped.
"Listen; Rarity asked me to plan her wedding ceremony - unfortunately, I'm not in a position to say 'no' and walk away. Silver Crown is a jerk, even though she won't ever admit that." The idea of doing something for him - even if indirectly - was kinda disturbing.
"I still don't get your point." She sighed, staring at me with a bored face.
"That's because I haven't finished yet." I said, resuming my line of thought. "Look, let's just say that things were said - and things happened - yesterday in Carousel Boutique... I can't say I'm feeling bad for letting the 'thing' happen - but the point is; I'm a dead man if it ever happen again, and Silver Shithead happen to find out."
"You know Peter, I'm starting to ask myself why haven't I punched your face yet..." She smiled creepily at me. "You better give me a very good reason to keep your teeth in their right places."
"It wasn't even my fault!" I chuckled dismissively.
"No one stumbles in a pussy, honey."
"I- I'm not even- not even talking about that!" Sunny just shook her head. "Okay, you want reasons, I'll give you reasons; I am your ticket to that marriage - and even though I don't know what you're planning yet - I know you have something in mind..." A mischievous smile formed on my lips. "There are more than just castles and princesses in your thinking head, that's for sure."
"You know nothing about my thoughts, Peter." She raised an eyebrow at me.
"That's what you think." I pointed at her. "I like you, Sunny, and I'm willing to take you to Rarity's marriage. You just need to keep me away from her."
"How's that even possible?" She giggled.
"I don't know- you're my marefriend, you should know how to keep your man away from other mares."
"That's so ridiculous." Sunny laughed, rolling on her back.
"Not being able to accomplish your goals is ridiculous." I noted. "So, what do you say?"
"Ugh... Alright, alright." Sunny groaned. "But I'm not kissi-"
Before she could finish whatever she was about to say, I pulled her to a kiss. Sunny tried to wriggle away from my grasp, turning her head to the side.
"W-what the hell are you doing?" She said, her cheeks in a shade of pink and red.
"You said you accepted the deal..." I shrugged "I was trying to kiss you, but you seem to be a terrible kisser anyway."
"I am not!" She frowned, not noticing my puppeteer skills. First step; negative feedback.
"Then prove it!" Second step; create a challenge.
I was about to apply the third step, but it was utterly unnecessary. Sunny fell into my arms, pressing her lips against mine, the smell of coffee still in her hair.
"Still- not a good- kiss" I whispered between pauses for breathing. I was just trying to poke the fire with a stick.
I completely lost balance as I tried to move towards Sunny, falling on my back on the carpeted floor. The pegasus not helping at all as she landed on top of me.
"Now..." She smiled mischievously, standing up, but pinning me down with her front hooves.
She lowered her head slowly, slightly turning her muzzle to the side, kissing me again, this time deeper.
It was a matter of being in power, I presumed, but to hell with behavioral psychology, I just enjoyed the good time.
I opened my eyelids just a little bit, Sunny held her wings opened and stiff, as a war plane about to take off and drop some bombs in a terrorist facility. I mentally giggled at my stupid metaphor.
I explored her embracing mouth with my tongue, tasting the sheer pegasus energy.
As we finally parted, Sunny bit my lower lip, nuzzling my cheek in the cutest imaginable way.
"God, you are perfect." I said, my breath still puffy.
"And you are a bastard." She chuckled. Flying away from me.
I kept myself on the floor, staring at the ceiling with a stupid smile stamped on my face.
That's how you make a deal.
"Oh, and just for you to know" Sunny opened the front door, not looking at me as she spoke. "I'm taking your credit card with me. As the fantastic boyfriend you are, I presume you'll not mind."
"You're taking what??" I rolled around.
"My new dress is not buying itself alone." With a sadistic smile, she waved goodbye. "I see you later honey."
Author's Note
Short chapter, starting to work on this story again!
