"Faster darling, please!"

With struggled control and clenched teeth, you nod at Rarity's words, eager to comply with her wishes. Sweat pours from your brow as you push with all your might, your breath coming in hurried pants.

"Ah, careful, darling! You're about to-!"

The mare's warning comes too late and you feel a sense of panic as you loose control of your load. The towering stack of luggage topples to the ground, and it's all you can do to catch yourself before you topple with it. Bags and cases of varied colors and styles hit the dirt road with a clatter, more than one springing open in the process, spilling garments and fabrics that the open air is quick to catch in its breeze. You glance up in annoyance at the weather pegasi overhead, strong beats of their wings stirring the wind as they position grey clouds to keep the weather proceeding as scheduled.

"Sorry, Rarity!" you shout quickly to the worried unicorn, running and jumping as you swing your arms through the air, rushing to snatch an elusive silk scarf in one hand and a stray shawl in the other. As you stuff what you've gathered back into one of the bags, their owner's horn begins to emit a soft blue light that grabs hold of several more errant articles of clothing, magically levitating them to a bag as you hold it open. "Sorry!" you repeat as you rush to re-stack the luggage.

The white mare turns towards you, her carefully styled violet mane bouncing as she gives a forgiving but anxious smile. "Oh, think nothing of it! But we really must hurry. Our train for Canterlot will be leaving any minute now!" As though on cue, the high-pitched wail of a steam whistle pierces the air. "Or even this very minute!" Rarity exclaims in panic as her magic lifts the remaining bags. You stand slowly, struggling under the weight of the massive pile of luggage and trying your best to hurry after Rarity as she breaks into a gallop towards the train, her curled tail and magically levitating bags sailing behind her.

By the time you reach Ponyville Station, your lungs are burning and your arms trembling under the luggage's load. Still, you can't believe your luck as you find the train still resting in place. Nearing the platform, you can't help but overhear two voices arguing loudly beside the carriage entrance.

"Look, buddy, I don't care who your friends are! I pride myself on being a punctual pony, and that means getting my passengers where they need to be, and doing it on schedule!"

"Then you should wait, because my friends need to get to Canterlot today!"

"Then they should have arrived on time for the train! I can't hold up everypony else just for them!"

"Just wait five more minutes! One more minute! Just-"

"We're here!" Rarity exclaims, her voice pitched high with panic as she brings her sprint to a halt. Smiling as she catches her breath, Rarity repeats herself with a sigh of relief. "We're here."

Staggering after her with a heavy grunt, you drop the pile of luggage to the ground, resulting in a cacophonous clatter that sends the others jumping. As furious as the breeze had made you while you chased it for clothing, you're now grateful for the soft winds and overcast sky as you wipe the back of your hand over your hot brow.

At the train's open door, the arguing duo face you with surprise. To the door's right is the train's conductor, a cool grey stallion with a coal-colored mane and handlebar mustache, dressed in a navy vest and cap, each adorned with brass pins and buttons. His eyes narrow at the two of you as he lifts a hoof to adjust his glasses, next retrieving a silver pocket watch from his breast pocket, glaring first at its face, and then at yours. Averting your eyes, your gaze falls upon the small pink dragon that had been arguing with the conductor. His expression is every bit as bright as the conductor's was sour, and he waves enthusiastically at you before turning his full attention to the unicorn at your side.

"Phew, I was getting worried that you guys weren't going to make it!" the young dragon grins, his smile widening every moment his gaze lingers on the elegant pony at your side. "W-Wow, you look amazing, Rarity!"

The white unicorn smiles, powdered cheeks blushing faintly as she glances over her attire, a many-layered dress of just as many hues of blue, its already lustrous surface speckled with jewels and golden ribbons. "Ah, yes, well, this gown may be just a speck ostentatious, but I thought it might make a good first impression before the opening of my boutique tomorrow." The fashionista can't help breaking into a giggle at the mention of the next day's events, her face beaming with optimistic excitement. Turning back to her admirer, Rarity's expression quickly turns quizzical. "But, Spike, precious scales, whatever are you doing here?"

"What? Aren't you happy to see me?" he asks, suddenly downtrodden.

"Why of course I am! It's just that... Every time we've spoken of my move to Canterlot, you've seemed rather... sensitive at the subject."

"Yeah, well, it's just that your moving means I won't get to see you much anymore," the young dragon explains quietly, his gaze falling towards the floor. "But, I'd feel even worse if I didn't see you off. After all, opening a shop in Canterlot has always been your dream! I should be happy for you! So, I'm going to be!" Forcing a smile, the dragon straightens his posture, puffing his chest as he struggles to put this best face forward, eyes twinkling with tears all the while.

"Oooooh, my little Spikey-wikey!" Rarity's voice squeaks as she leans down to pull the dragon into an embrace that he returns, both now smiling as tears streak their cheeks.

Feeling awkward overlooking the farewell, you and the conductor both lift your eyes from the pair, your gazes meeting in a moment that snaps him back to the task at hand. "Alright, alright! Enough of that!" the stallion demands as he turns to enter the train. "All aboard for Canterlot!"

Rarity and Spike part their embrace, each wiping their eyes as they smile at one another. "Remember, Spike," Rarity speaks softly, "Canterlot isn't far. We'll see each other soon."

Spike nods, sniffling loudly as he struggles to keeps his tears in check. "Y-You bet! Is there anything else I can do before you go?"

"Hmm, well... It would seem that we could use some help loading these bags," Rarity winks.

"Sure thing!" he beams, rushing to gather them as Rarity enters the train. As you lean over to lift your share of bags, Spike's eyes focus on you. "You... You'll take care of her, right?"

"Huh?" you ask, surprised. Spike had never been on good terms with you, seemingly determined to hold a grudge from the moment you'd begun helping out at Rarity's boutique. It hadn't taken you long to realize that he harbored a not-so-secret crush on Rarity and felt threatened at how well you seemed to get along with her. "Rarity," he continues. "You'll take care of her?"

"Yeah. Of course I will," you answer sincerely. The white unicorn had been the center of your life for some time now, though you down-played your feelings for her in a manner you hoped was more subtle than the tiny dragon's.

Spike stares at you for a long moment before looking aside. "It always made me angry, seeing you help her in ways I never could. I'm just no good with that fashion stuff. But she's come such a long way since you started helping her. She's finally going to get the shop in Canterlot she's always wanted. So I've realized that instead of being jealous... I should just be glad that you're making her happy." Folding his arms, Spike glances at you awkwardly.

You return the awkward stare before smiling with a sigh. "Her happiness is the only thing I care about, so you don't have to worry about that. But if I'm taking care of Rarity, you've got to promise to take care of Twilight back here."

The fire sparks back into Spike's eyes as he extends his clawed hand towards you with a smile. "You've got it!" You clasp your hand in his, each of you grinning as you shake on it.

Landscape races by through the train's window, trees floating past until disappearing behind the carriage's red linen curtains to the tempo of the beating tracks below. Staring out over the fields of flowers, rolling hills, winding brooks, and cloud-piercing mountains, you're struck once more by just how beautiful Equestria is. You've no idea how you came to be in this magical land, but remain thankful every day. Thinking back, you remember when Twilight Sparkle first took you in. She had been determined to solve the mystery of how you came to be here, and how to send you home. It seems silly now to think that there was a time that you wanted to go back. Sillier still that you once thought of anywhere but Equestria as home. But, then, that was before you met Rarity.

"I do apologize for leaving you alone, but I simply had to powder my nose after that exhausting dash to make our train!" Rarity's renewed perfume reaches you before her. You can't help but sigh, breathing in the pleasant aroma of vanilla and jasmine as she settles into the seat beside you. Watching you in the act, the pony curves her lightly glossed lips into a subdued smirk.

"Sorry," you smile. "I love that scent. I think it's my favorite of yours."

"Is it, now?" Rarity asks, smirking wider as she adjusts the elegant curls of her deep violet mane. "Well, I imagine it must be the best then. Your taste is always so impeccable. After all, that's what's allowed us to become successful enough to finally open our store in... in Canterlot!" Rarity exclaims the capital city's name in disbelief, falling back into your lap as she drapes the back of a hoof over her forehead dramatically.

You chuckle at her praise, but can't accept it. "Everything I know about sewing and tailoring, I've learned from you. It's your work that's earned this. All I've really done is describe some outfits to you."

"Yes, but they're all so inspired, darling! Anypony can learn a trade! But you have a talent for artistry!"

You roll your eyes with a smile. You've never felt especially fashion-minded, but having come from a world in which everyone wears clothes all the time, you have a familiarity with a wider variety of styles and fashions than anypony in Equestria. When you dwell on memories of your old world, it's never long before you recall something Rarity can use as inspiration. As a result, clothing had become a lot more common in Ponyville, where previously nearly everypony had stayed in the nude.

When you first arrived in this world, Princess Twilight was utterly perplexed at your insistence that you get some clothes, as they were normally items of leisure or luxury to ponies. But at your insistence, she had introduced you to her fashionista friend Rarity. In your struggle to explain to Rarity how human clothes were supposed to look, she'd become inspired, and a partnership developed in which she routinely provided you with clothing in exchange for fresh inspiration. Before long, you were a regular assistant in her tiny Ponyville boutique, spending almost every moment there. It's difficult now to remember a time when you hadn't known Rarity. As you look down at the daydreaming unicorn reclining in your lap, you wonder at the good fortune that brought you together. Even knowing you can never be with her in the way you would like, it's still a blessing just having her near.

Whatever fantasies of Canterlot are playing out behind Rarity's distant eyes pass as they focus once more, long black lashes blinking over her sapphire eyes as she notices your lingering gaze upon her. With her hoof still draped across her brow, she grins coyly, eyes half-open under their powder blue lids. "What are you thinking about, darling?"

"You," you answer absently, still half in thought. As the wide-eyed mare in your lap blushes, you realize your words suddenly and hold up your hands with careful calmness, struggling not to reveal the panic going off in your mind. "What I mean is, how absolutely lost in Equestria I would have been if I hadn't met you."

Rarity stares a moment longer, contemplating before her hoof takes hold of your arm, using it to pull herself back into her seat beside you. "Well, I assure you, the feeling's mutual." The pony smiles warmly and you smile back, touched by her words. Still, as you feel your heart pounding wildly, you doubt she feels quite the same as you.

"We're finally here!" Rarity exclaims gleefully as she leaps from the train, her mane, tail, and skirt all settling smoothly as her hooves meet the cobbled street. "Canterlot!" The unicorn's bright exclamation is met with a resounding crash of thunder that rumbles through the air and your bones. Your eyes move skyward just as a flood of rain erupts from the evening sky, drenching you and Rarity in an instant.

"Ah! Oh, no! The dresses! We mustn't let them get wet!" Putting her magic to use once more, Rarity floats several bags onto her back and begins to canter through the sudden storm. "Hurry, this way!" Quickly gathering the remaining bags, you break into a jog after the mare, struggling to keep her in sight through the deluge. Your feet splash through running water as you race up the inclined streets. Turning a corner, you find a brief reprieve as towering spires of the castle-like buildings shield you from the storm. All too quickly, however, you're back in the thick of it, following the white unicorn through the roaring downpour.

"It's not far now!" Rarity's voice calls out, muffled by the roaring din of rain. True to her word, the new boutique fades into view through the pouring shower, and you breathe silent gratitude that it lies so blissfully close to the station. Rarity skids to a stop at the door of the vacant shop, sending a curtain of water splashing against the thick oaken door. Feverishly, she searches through one of her smaller bags for the key, every instant of her search allowing the rain to soak your clothes through before racing around your feet. At long last, a small key floats from Rarity's bag amidst a cyan glow that hurriedly thrusts it into the lock.

You burst into the store showroom, shivering as you let your bags fall where they may. The wide empty room is dark and cold, lit only by the twilight cascading through the street-side windows, a blend of fading sunset and rising moonlight. Still, the room is dry, and you can't help but hopefully eye the lumber waiting in the carved marble fireplace at the room's center as you grasp your shirt in your shivering hands, wringing it dry as water pools at your feet on the lacquered wood floor. Glancing at your companion, you see Rarity's formerly styled mane hanging heavy with rain over her muzzle. Her dress faired no better, ribbons and skirt plastered to her body with raindrops running from them in a steady drizzle. Slowly, she raises a trembling hoof to lift her mane away from one brilliant blue eye that looks you up and down. As you each take in the other's sorry state, you both break into chuckling that soon erupts into hearty laughter that sets your weary lungs ablaze all over again. A bone-rattling crack of thunder cuts your mirth short, leaving you to stare at one another in a silent moment before Rarity clears her throat.

"Well, I suppose we'd best get out of these wet things, haven't we?" Rarity's magic quickly takes hold of a ribbon at the back of her dress, untying it so that she can pull the damp garment free.

Turning away, you begin opening the wet bags you've brought in from the storm. "I'll start getting these unpacked. Maybe the rain hasn't soaked all the way through yet..."

Rarity pauses, turning towards you with wide-eyed concern. "You should tend to yourself first, darling. You don't want to catch a cold!"

"I just want to make sure that your dresses-"

"I care more about you than the dresses, dear! I know you have this peculiar obsession with being clothed at every given moment, but those things are simply soaked, and you must take them off right away." Before you can reply, a warm tingling sensation surrounds your torso. Looking down, you find the hem of your shirt ensnared in the blue glow of Rarity's magic just before the whole of it is pulled over your head and cast aside.

"But, I-" you start futilely before your pants and underwear are stripped down to your ankles.

"No, I simply won't accept you staying in those wet things and getting ill. Really, by wearing them all the time, you're wholly missing the point, anyways."

"Which is?" you ask sheepishly, relieved as she turns away contented, her magic once more focused on unlacing her own attire in segments as she lays them aside.

"By limiting outfits to special occasions, you ensure they catch the eye every time. When you wear them all the time, they begin to lose impact." As she pulls the last article of clothing free from her wet body, she explains, "If worn all the time, then instead, it becomes au natural that is the special occasion that draws the eyes."

You can't refute her words. You had long ago stopped paying any mind to the many unclothed ponies, Rarity included. But as Rarity's dressmaking had become more prolific in recent months, she had taken to wearing them at nearly all times. As such, it only now dawns on you how long it's been since you last saw the whole of the white unicorn's hide bare. With a swallow, your eyes shoot to hers, wondering if they'd caught your lingering gaze. Instead you catch her own gaze darting from your body. Your heart jumps at the premise, but your mind is quick to suggest that you surely imagined her eyes appraising you. You blush, eyes searching for any object of focus that isn't the mare your instincts are driving them towards. You know nudity is nothing special to ponies, and learned long ago that ignoring it yourself is the best way to ensure they do the same. Still, as you feel your body flushing with excitement at her lingering gaze, you're eager for any distraction.

Thankfully, just as you feel the first twitches of activity from your blood flowing below, the white mare finally turns away, her horn lighting as it sends a spark towards the dry tinder of the fire place, starting a small flame that cast a warm glow into the cold room. "Why don't you dry yourself off, hmmm?" the fashionista offers as she turns to trot into the next room, levitating one bag with her as she goes. "I'll see if I can find a blanket or some such for us in these bags."

You watch her go, purple spiral of a tail swaying with each step, and find your eyes following every shift of her thighs and every curve of her rear. Her tail swings as she turns into the next room, and for the briefest instant before she disappears from the doorway, you catch sight of her nethers, glistening moistly in the moonlight. You inhale sharply, whatever hopes you had of not getting any harder lost as your heart races. Surely you had only imagined it. With her coat slicked with rain, a glint of moonlight had simply caught it at a misleading angle. You swallow and sit before the fireplace, hands folded in an effort to cover the growing lust between your legs. Your mind dwells on the mare in the next room, and you can't help but sigh. That you're different species has never mattered to you, but you know that like Spike before you, you're pining for a fantasy out of reach. But even if your mind understands that, you've never been able to convince your body.

You repress your feelings once more as you hear the sound of hooves approaching across the reflective wooden floor. Glancing up, you see Rarity wrapped in a fluffy pink robe for warmth, though in true Rarity fashion, accented with red-violet leggings over her back hooves. Draped across her back are a fleece blanket and cotton towel, the first of which she floats to you in a soft blue glow of magic, and the latter of which she resumes drying her still-moist mane with. You gratefully catch the purple blanket, spreading it across the floor in front of the warming fire and sitting cross-legged over it. As Rarity finishes blotting her mane with her towel, she begins drying your own hair with it as she moves to settle beside you. Your lust grows louder as you smell her scent on the towel, compelling you to quickly draw a corner of the fleece blanket across your lap to cover your stiffening erection.

"My, I had forgotten how much chillier it could be in Canterlot. A little change in elevation makes such a difference!" As Rarity settles next to you, shivering against your side, you jump slightly, surprised at how cold she is despite her white coat and pink robe. Scooting forward slightly, you pull up the back of the blanket so that it drapes snugly over each of your backs, earning a smile from Rarity as she leans closer to you for warmth. "This isn't quite how I imagined our arrival in Canterlot going. I do wish those pegasi had put the word out that they would be causing such a downpour today."

You glance at your companion and the rare sight of her mane unstyled, a frown on her face as the glow of the fire illuminates the lingering moisture in her coat and mane, casting her profile in dancing hues of orange. Never able to stand seeing her spirits down, you search for words of encouragement. "Still, we've made it to Canterlot. To your new boutique." You smile, seeking to brighten the mood. "I'd say that's cause enough for celebration."

Rarity shifts her gaze towards you, her mouth curving into a soft smile. "Yes. I supposes it is, isn't it? Well then, let's celebrate!" The unicorn's horn alights anew, casting a steady blue glow that the fire's oranges flicker against, occasionally crossing to cast warm violets over the two of you. You glance over your shoulder, eyes darting left and right for the target of her spell before finally sighting a box she's opened, from which float a large glass bottle and two wine glasses. Grinning slyly, Rarity settles the objects on the floor before you as her magic coils into the cork of the wine bottle, pulling it free with a sharp pop. "I'd been saving this for a special occasion, and had thought that after we'd set up shop here would be the right moment." Rarity winks one powder-blue eyelid as she pours both glasses high with white wine. "However, since we seem stuck trying to regain our warmth for the time being, why not commemorate the occasion a bit early?" Setting the bottle aside, she settles back onto her haunches, lifting her glass tenderly between two hooves.

You grin as you raise the other glass towards hers. "And to what are we toasting? To Canterlot? The future?"

"To you." Rarity grins at your surprise. "For always being there to give me inspiration and encouragement."

Though you can't help smiling at her praise, you shake your head dismissively. "No, it should be to you! For constantly supporting and guiding me."

Rarity's grin broadens, her cheeks gaining some natural blush as she lightly taps her glass against yours. "Well, to us, then." You smile bittersweet at the toast and join her in a drink. The fruity aroma masks a surprisingly strong taste of alcohol, but the tart sensation is gone almost as quickly as it came, leaving a sweet berry-laced aftertaste as the spirits warm your insides and set your thoughts afloat in the faintest of ways. Still, you need no help putting your head in the clouds tonight. Having this beautiful and refined mare cuddled against you for warmth, your life could never be closer to perfect. Finishing her drink with surprising speed, Rarity sits her foam-lined glass aside, leaning back against you with a wistful sigh that you can feel blow over your bare chest. From beneath the blanket, your quieting arousal stirs anew, and you internally curse yourself for not being able to enjoy this moment in peace from your lust. You wish this moment could last forever, but every instant of it is also such building agony.

Rarity shifts her weight off of you, straightening as she stretches her forelegs skyward. You let out a sigh, both relieved and frustrated, as you feel the air cool against your skin where her warm robes had been a moment ago. "Feeling a bit tired?" you ask. "It's been a busy day."

"No, not tired, darling," the unicorn corrects with a dreamy, tranquil expression. "Just relaxed."

"Ah, good. As long as your spirits are lifted."

Completing her stretch, Rarity smiles warmly as she moves to lay across your lap. You return the smile until you feel the weight of her body settle on the firm bulge under the blanket, stopping your heart in place. The speed with which Rarity's placid expression leaps to one of surprise leaves no doubt that she felt it as well.

"Ah-" you stammer, your mind racing for words to save the situation, but finding none in its panic.

Before even fully settling into your lap, Rarity rises back onto her haunches, staring down at the tent pole illuminated under firelight. Her expression swiftly makes its way from confused to surprised, and then embarrassed as she makes eye contact with you. "Well," she clears her throat, cheeks flushing as she forces a calm smile to her face. "It seems my spirits aren't the only ones that have been... lifted," she jests with an awkward smile, her gaze briefly flashing back to the bulging blanket.

"Rarity, I'm so sorry, I have no control over it, that is, I mean..." your eyes move as frantically as your words, wanting to meet her gaze to communicate sincerity, but flinching away every time your eyes meets hers amidst your stammered apologies. Sensing that you're about to put your foot in your mouth, you instead rush your glass to your lips, finishing your own share of wine.

"No, it's alright, I just didn't know you... felt that way about me..."

You gasp in sharp surprise as you feel her hoof pressing against you through the violet blanket, exploring your shape through the fabric, and ensuring she knows exactly how you feel. You stare in open-mouthed shock, and though her gaze remains locked on you, her expression is unreadable. Her bright blue eyes give away no emotion, and seem entirely concentrated on reevaluating you.

"You're.. not upset?" You swallow, your breath and heart halting as your mind races with doubts and possibilities.

Rarity cocks her head slightly, seemingly perplexed by your question. "Why would I be?"

You breathe in slowly as her hoof continues caressing you, wrapping the fleece around your throbbing shaft. Rarity watches your expression intently before letting her eyes fall down, watching curiously while fabric dampens with precum. As she begins stroking the cloth against you more intently, a groan slips from your lips and you clasp one hand over her hoof to stop her.

"Rarity...," you begin with measured words. "What are you doing? I'm... not a stallion. I'm human."

"Darling, what you are hardly matters compared to whom you are. And you..," Rarity pauses mid-sentence as she resumes running her hoof over the length of your fleece-covered body. "You're hard for me, aren't you? Or were you thinking of somepony else?"

"Don't be ridiculous. You're all I ever think about."

A hasty grin catches Rarity, and she clenches her eyes and turns away, almost flinching at how pleasantly your words strike her. Her cheeks glow radiantly as she turns back with barely bottled excitement, placing her free hoof over your hand lovingly, eyes intent upon you. "So, then, it is me?"

Your eyes lock with hers as you accept that there's no turning back from this while still wondering if this turn of events could possibly be real. "Yes, I'm hard for you."

"For me," she mutters almost possessively. Her manicured hoof moves forward, gradually curling under the end of the blanket over your lap. You catch her swallowing with anticipation, eyes aglow with the excitement of unwrapping a precious gift. Your eyes remain locked on her expression as you feel the purple fleece being pulled from your throbbing sex with a savored slowness, and as you finally feel the cool night air over your hot-blooded cock, you watch her eyes widening and mouth curving into an open smile. A still moment passes as she continues to silently observe your nude form, seemingly entranced as she watches you twitch with need under her gaze. You bite your lip, both struggling to control yourself, and the slightest bit self-conscious as her eyes continue appraising your standing erection.

"It's very generous of you," she says softly, finally averting her eyes from your lap.

A bit taken aback by her praise, you can only think to dumbly mutter, "I'm far from the first to be hard for you."

Rarity giggles a happy but almost patronizing smile as she rises to stand on all four hooves. Turning to face you, she places one hoof on your shoulder and leans close, smelling still faintly of vanilla and jasmine as she whispers, "Yes, others have been hard for me. But all that glitters is not gold, dear."

The mare settles her haunches into your lap, turning her attention back to your eager member as she takes it between her silk-covered thighs. You let out a gasp as you feel her legs, still cold from the air outside, pressing around you, their soft flesh conforming around your hard shaft so tightly that the mare can feel your pulse pounding against her. Rarity sighs warmly, blissfully massaging you with her red-violet leggings. "A stallion's blood rushing to his loins at the sight of a mare doesn't mean a thing..." Rarity moves her forelegs, one hoof gingerly trailing your throbbing shaft, while the other hoof presses to your chest, feeling its own rushing beat. "...unless it comes from his heart."

"So what I have is gold then?" you ask, slightly bemused and dizzyingly aroused.

"Hmm, maybe not gold, you. Something more precious." The unicorn's shimmering cerulean eyes wander in thought before finding their way back to you, her soft smile broadening to an open grin. "Do you know what the hardest thing in the world is?"

"Me?" you manage to chuckle, struggling to keep your voice even as your breath, brain, and blood are driven into a chaotic frenzy by the tailor's tender touch.

Rarity smirks and rolls her eyes at your jest. Focusing back on you with a mischievous gaze, she admonishes you by clenching her thighs tighter still around your throbbing erection, drawing a low and long gasp from you. "Close, but no dear. Diamond." Her hoof begins to trail slowly and softly down your chest, her touch growing more titillating and torturous with every inch lower it grazes. Her eyes lock with yours, intent on capturing every subtle expression that flickers across your face as her hoof settles between your legs, leading you to sigh in pleasure. "Diamond," she breathes lowly, her own lust surfacing, "is the hardest thing in the world." Her hooves join around your rock hard cock, holding you tightly between them as she tests your firmness. You draw a breath in sharply through your teeth at her unexpectedly rough handling, the slight sudden pain overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure, your lust boiling over as pre trickles from your throbbing shaft. "And the most precious," she ends, relaxing her touch to graze her hoof up and down your length lazily and lovingly, clear strands of pre following her hoof.

You let out a long shaking sigh, your every ounce of will slowly slipping as you fight to not ravish the love of your life like an animal. Your wild eyes meet hers, expectant, and between slow and steady breaths you claim, "Well, diamonds are a girl's best friend."

Rarity lets out a giggle that drifts into a sultry moan as she considers your innuendo. Settling her hooves at the base of your shaft, she carefully considers your erection, breathing deep with excitement as she observes your beading precum. "Delightful as the wordplay is, dear, I think it's time we dispense with the words, and simply... play." Smiling softly at you through her powder-blue-lidded bedroom eyes, the mare slowly lowers her muzzle towards your lap. As her lips part, you realize her intent, and swiftly bring a hand to her cheek to halt her. Rarity's eyes widen in surprise as you guide her open mouth from its destination to your own open mouth, locking your lips against hers.

You've long dreamed of sharing a kiss with the argent mare, and aren't about to let the first kiss she gives you be to your cock. Rarity herself seems pleasantly surprised, moaning lightly as your lips lock with hers. Your tongues push one another aside, craving to be deeper within each other, and as they reach their limits, they move across one another, dancing together in ecstasy, tasting the sweet hints of wine fresh on the palate of one another. Every breath and moan the mare gives brings one of your own, and you can't resist pressing towards her more eagerly, bringing a hand to the back of her head to pull her closer as your kiss deepens. Your head is emptied of any thoughts other than the kiss until the mare's hoof caressing your other head forces you to break away with a sensual gasp.

The corners of Rarity's still open mouth curve upwards at her trick, and as she moves to pull away, you reluctantly allow her to slip from between your hands. Her out-stretched tongue leads a trailing strand of saliva from your lips to the base of your cock as her tongue is placed firmly against you. The unicorn's head pivots over your cock until her tongue's length is pressed against the underside of your eager erection. Rarity's lips purse around the head of your cock, and the feel of her lips soft and moist around your body forces a short, staggered moan from you. At the sound, Rarity's eyes turn back to you intently, and as her tongue retreats into her mouth you feel it tracing circles around your crown.

You throw your head back, fingers gripping her tightly as they curl in her mane. Though her mouth remains firmly around you, the smile in Rarity's eyes makes it clear that she's enjoying your reactions. Looking to illicit another, she tightens her mouth around you, pulling back slowly, her lips gripping firmly to you until coming together at your tip, forming a kiss. Her tongue slides forward once more to explore the mouth of your cock, and your grip reflexively tightens, balling her mane in your hand. You let out a low moan, your grip slowly loosening as you grow accustomed to her probing tongue. However, taking your loosening grip as her cue, Rarity removes her hoof from the base of your cock, pulls her tongue back, and instead thrusts her muzzle forward, taking the bulk of you into her mouth in a single, sudden burst of pleasure.

You let out a deep, audible cry, your hips bucking towards the mare's maw of their own accord. Rarity pauses, half-lidded eyes savoring the sight of you as she allows herself a brief moment to grow accustomed to the feeling of you in her mouth, or perhaps allows you a brief moment to gather yourself. Her long lashes blink slowly as she moves a hoof towards you once more, reaching between your legs and delicately lifting your balls, almost seeming to weigh them as her head soon begins to bob slowly up and down, taking your length in and out of her warm, wet mouth, sometimes sucking forcefully, at other times letting her tongue twist around you, her hoof gently caressing your testicles all the while.

Your hand follows, alternating between combing through and grasping at her violet mane as her actions direct you. At times she pauses with only the earliest inches of you between her lips, sucking eagerly at your head for its contents, at other moments simply drawing up and down your length as quickly as possible. The sight of this beautiful mare, this majestic unicorn you've so long admired, sucking eagerly and earnestly at your cock is almost too much for you. Even in this act, her movements are stunningly graceful, and between the sucking slurps of her task, the moans she makes around you are angelic. Her wet mane reflects a blend of moonlight and fire's glow in dancing colors as it sways with every crane of her neck. You feel almost guilty, as though you're tainting something perfect. But, as the white unicorn at last pulls her lips from your pulsing erection to retrieve a gasp of air, the wide, adoring smile she flashes you before rushing back to her task makes your heart sing. It's difficult to say which of you seems happier, making the pleasure all the sweeter.

Your hand combs through Rarity's mane, petting her lovingly as she works to please you. Her azure eyes are intent on her task, staring down her muzzle as she lowers it towards the base of your shaft, tilting her head as she works to swallow every inch of you, her throat gulping and making muffled moans while it swallows your cock. As your lover's lips at last press against your stomach, she breathes a long moaning sigh of both relief and satisfaction, the measured, heavy breathe of her muzzle warm on you. As she swallows, you feel her throat tense tightly around you, making you cry out and grip her tight against your crotch.

"Ah! God, Rarity!" you cry out, illiciting a high-pitched wavering noise from the mare that you suspect may be a giggle. Perhaps so encouraged, you feel the pony's lips and throat working in tandem, caressing the whole of your cock as she lets out a sultry moan of satisfaction.

Your hand moves from her mane, caressing her ears briefly before running down her neck and over the soft fleece of her robe. You groan with pleasure as your cock twitches in the mouth of your beloved, while your arm stretches as far down the pony's body as able, reaching its limits just as your fingertips graze the dock of her tail. Detouring, your hand glides over her haunches and finally down the scarce inch of bare thigh between her robe and leggings. Rarity shivers under your touch, letting out a light whine around your throbbing cock. She pauses briefly in her act, blue eyes glancing towards your wandering hand, then meeting your gaze with blue-lidded bedroom eyes as she resumes her task more slowly and lovingly.

You let out another slow groan as your palm glides up her thigh and under her robe, caressing the point on her coat where you know the robe conceals her cutie mark, three cut diamonds representing the whole of the fashionista's singular passion, generosity, and beauty of both body and spirit. Your fingernails graze lightly across Rarity's haunches as your palms press firmly towards her soft hips, and you can't help emitting a fresh groan caused not by her actions between your legs, but from your building lust to be between hers.

Clearly distracted by your wandering hand, Rarity falters in her task, letting out a soft moan that makes her throat tremble around your throbbing shaft. As your hand curves around her ass, eager to encompass every precious inch, your fingertips unexpectedly brush against the lace lining of her panties. Your eyes widen with surprise as your hand surveys its findings, outstretched fingers moving slowly and appraisingly across the panties' intricately textured surface stretched tightly over the mare's softly rounded rear. As intoxicating as the feeling is, it can't divert your thinking that ponies, a species that wears clothes not for modesty, but only to make an impression, have only one reason to ever wear panties, let alone a pair that feels like little more than frill and lace.

As you look once more at Rarity, wondering, you find her eyes intently on you, clearly studying your reactions as you appraise her undergarment. Catching your questioning gaze, she cranes her neck back, guiding your cock up from her throat, parting from it in a kiss as she flashes you a coy smirk through her glossed lips. "Well? I do hope my coquettish couture is to your liking? I did my best to replicate a design you once recounted to me while the tiniest bit tipsy." You stare, dumb-founded as you realize that she had taken time to craft negligee catered to your tastes, with no possible goal but to rile you further. However, the more staggering realization was that she'd made sure to wear it tonight, and what that implied.

"You planned this," you murmur in amazement.

Rarity giggles shrilly, one hoof brushing her mane over her shoulder as she raises her head from your lap, blushing proudly. "Oh, no dear, I certainly didn't plan on it! Though, I did hope for it. I have for some time, actually." You stare in shock, suddenly recalling how much more frequently she'd been wearing her robes around the boutique at night, and wondering if each had barely concealed a lingerie and a lust. You swallow slowly, taking in Rarity with new eyes, suddenly knowing that she had wanted you as much as you had longed for her. As your eyes linger, Rarity seems to realize what she's admitted, her brow furrowing as her lips curve into a sheepish smile and her cheeks flush through her powder. "I've dreamed my whole life of having my shop in Canterlot," she whispers, her voice soft but heavy with importance. "And, thanks in no small part to you, now I do." Soft-blue lids close slowly over the unicorn's sparkling sapphire eyes as she composes herself, smiling contently. After a long moment, her long lashes lift over her eyes, blue and wet as the ocean as they stare into yours. She speaks softer still, her words a whisper, but the only thing you can hear. "I want to ask you to make another of my dreams come true tonight."

Your heart beats so rapidly that you take a moment to notice you've stopped breathing. As you force your lungs to life, you're certain you've never breathed happier. Your face mirrors hers, smile broad and eyes brimming with emotion. You whole of you is humbled with gratitude for everything that Rarity is to you, and your spirit sings, overjoyed that you can be the same to her. You want to say something poetic, something profound, something never said before, and though your mind races with a million thoughts, every one of them is the same as the last, and the only thing you're able to say. "I love you."

Ignited by the words, you rush to one another, lips meeting fiercely, parting only to clasp together at another angle, each kiss a fleeting taste of lipstick and wine, every moment between a gasp of heated breath or a lustful moan. Tongues dance together as lips move frantically, every kiss more perfect than the last and making you more eager for the next. As Rarity's warm body presses close against yours, you reach under her robe and grip her ass firmly in both hands, making her moan all the louder and your heart beat all the wilder, the rush of blood setting your cock to throbbing with ache and need. You struggle to remain delicate with the mare as your hands clench her soft rear, gripping her flesh wantingly through the thin fabric of her panties, barely restraining yourself from tearing them off her. Your tight grasp illicits a brief cry from Rarity, but clearly more of pleasure than pain, as evidenced by the flurry of kisses she gives you in return, running them up your neck with growing intensity, each one less a kiss and more a bite.

You breathe in sharply through your teeth as you feel the pony's teeth ride up your neck, her whines hot and heavy in your ear. You raise one hand back to her mane, pulling the panting mare back just as her bites grow harsh. Your other hand circles back down her bare thigh, only to drift back up it, this time working your fingers through the leg of her panties until you're able to cup her bare ass in your palm, setting Rarity to a fresh shiver of anticipation. The unicorn eyes you intently as your hand curves around her rear, her breath trembling heavy. The rest of the world begins to fall away as your hand slowly makes its way to the spot where her legs come together, every moment seeming more unreal than the last. You can already feel the warmth radiating from the mare's nethers, her breath and body shuddering with every movement you make towards the humid heat. As your fingers trail lightly over soft, dewy flesh, Rarity whimpers and whines, her hips twitching and jerking in tiny spasms of eager excitement.

The unicorn's mouth opens wide, gasping a plaintive moan as your finger finally reaches where her lips meet, clouding your mind so fully with lust that you feel certain this must be a fantasy. You can feel the panties wet against the back of your hand as your fingertip gingerly traces the mare's moist slit, feeling it eager to embrace you. Rarity waits in a breathless moment, mouth agape and eyes closed as you run your finger back down her lips, only barely parting them as your finger slides smoothly between their wet folds. As your finger slides slowly into the radiant mare, she buries her face into your bare shoulder, muffling a long whine of pleasure. Cradling her head against you, you breathe in the scent of her mane as you move your finger slowly and firmly within her, rubbing her warm inner walls attentively, learning your lover's body before carefully adding a second finger as you begin to move them rhythmically in and out of her. Rarity gives a long, sultry moan, placing both hooves on your shoulders as she throws her head back, the light of the fireplace flickering through her cascading mane. Her hips rock back against your fingers as you stroke her body with them, feeling her wet insides clinging tight to your probing fingers. As her hips continue to bound lightly, riding your fingers, Rarity's eyes finally open faintly, lustful fire burning behind her cool blue eyes.

"Darling, I can't take it!" Rarity groans seductively, violet mane clinging to sweat-slicked forehead as she pants to catch her breath. "Don't make me wait anymore...," the mare pleads, giving encouragement you scarcely need.

"Rarity..," you murmur in reverent wonder, love and lust overwhelming you as you stare into the eyes of your true love. Your free hand unties the pink robe covering Rarity's exquisite body, and she takes her hooves from your shoulders to hold the robe open in response, giving a blushing smile as your eyes are riveted to her body. The nubile beauty's bare breasts shimmer with sweat under the dancing glow of the fire, nipples firm at their peaks. Her equine bosom rises and falls with her heaving breaths, inciting a fresh pulse of longing from your eager erection. The mare's perked breasts hover just over her embroidered lace lingerie panties, their black fabric contrasting with the red-violet leggings. Though you had already felt the detailed textures woven into the fabric, finally seeing them, even warped around your hand buried beneath them, you're able to grasp the complexity of detail stitched into every inch of the wet, sheer fabric, each effort of attention a conscious decision from Rarity designed solely to excite you. The sight of Rarity's waiting body accented in lingerie would already be enough to ignite your lust, but knowing the garment is hand-made by her transforms it from a mere erotic accessory to a true extension of her. Clothed in her own art, the designer and the dress harmonize into a beauty beyond words that captures you completely, body and soul.

Rarity smiles to see your eyes lingering on her, hooves now reaching down to the sides of her panties. You swallow and slide your fingers out of her, pulling your hand out the leg of her panties as sticky strings trail behind. Leaning back, the unicorn raises her porcelain legs skyward with poise as she pulls her black panties up their length. Your aching cock throbs as you see the thin fabric clinging to her wet pussy, strings of sex dripping from the lace negligee as she peels it away. Your breathing speeds and heart pumps wildly as you stare at her wholly exposed nethers, wet and ripe and longing for you. Tossing the panties aside, Rarity pushes you onto your back suddenly, biting her lip as she brushes her mane back with one hoof.

"I need you. Now."

The pony crawls over you, pressing her lips fiercely against you as she lays her body over yours, her tail dancing over your cock. Your lips press back against hers as you feel her body hot and heaving against yours, her heart beating against your chest, her breasts soft against your stomach, and her loins wet and warm against the side of your rigid shaft. You run your hands down her body until you grasp her haunches in your hands, each of you shifting your hips in tandem, mouths clasping wildly together as you feel the head of your cock against her wet folds, parting them. It's all happening so quickly, and not quickly enough. Your kiss at last breaks in a shared gasp of ecstasy as you slide into her velvet heaven. Eyes lock as bodies intertwine, Rarity shuddering as she feels you throbbing inside her, you tensing as you feel her insides twitching tightly around you. A spasm of erotic pleasure coarses through every inch of you, and for a brief moment, you feel you might cum. Terrified you might have let the foreplay go on too long, you pause inside the mare, holding her hips steady to ensure she doesn't make any movement that might excite you further. Still, even resting still inside her, the feel of Rarity's inner walls warm and wet around your shaft as it throbs against her tight embrace leaves you shuddering and clenching your teeth as you barely hold back the explosion of lust inside you. As you pull yourself back from the brink, your breathing steadies, and you stare into the face of the mare that almost brought you there, and means to yet.

"Is it everything you hoped, dear?" Rarity smiles softly, seeming content to savor the feeling of you inside her at long last.

You smile back, your lust already building back to a frenzy. "You're always more than I could ever hope for."

Rarity blushes and moves for another kiss until interrupted by a sultry moan as she feels you beginning to move inside her. You slowly delve into the depths of the mare's body, every inch an eternity and yet all too brief. As you finally bury your full length inside her, she lets out a long moan that reverberates through the empty room, every inch of your hard cock held tight in her warm, wet, wondrous embrace.

"And am I everything you'd hoped for?" you ask in a groan as you begin softly sliding yourself in and out of the debutante dressmaker's private pocket.

"Oh, darling!" Rarity exclaims, eyes rolling back as she bucks her hips against you for emphasis, her breasts sliding against your stomach with each movement. "You're simply divine! But, if I may, you needn't be so gentle when it's clear how deeply you want to ravish me."

You pause, surprised. "I thought I should be delicate with a lady such as yourself."

The unicorn smirks, riding her pussy to the tip of your cock before spearing herself swiftly with the whole of you, drawing like moans from each of you. "You're sweet as ever, precious. But, while I may be a lady, I am also a mare with a mare's needs. I know how deeply you love me darling, so you needn't worry about offending by being too crude or savage. I want what you want. There's no need to hold back."

You nod at Rarity's words, gripping her haunches tightly as you lift her from your lap and firmly slam her tight cunt around your cock, her resulting cry of satisfaction broken by the next as you pull her pussy towards your thrusting hips with building speed and vigor. Her resounding whines of pleasure begin to come in a flurry, punctuating every instance of your dick driving into her depths, the echoing wails of ecstasy soon losing any semblance of her normal genteel inflections. You hold her steady with one hand as your hips continue pumping wildly, each clash of hips emitting a lewd smack of flesh on flesh matched by the the sound of your thick shaft plunging into the mare's overflowing opening. Your free hand firmly slaps against the unicorn's ass, making her cries rise in pitch and her cunt clench tighter around you, urging you more frantically inside her. Your hand moves up Rarity's slender neck to her cheek, caressing it lovingly as you thrust feverishly inside her, each of you panting fast and heavy between moans, so heated with passion that the warmth from the fireplace is well-past needed. You halt upon hilting yourself in the mare, allowing yourself another moment to enjoy feeling your entire erection enveloped in Rarity's warm silken sex.

Rarity cradles her cheek against your hand, gasping feverishly, "S-Sweet Celestia! Don't..! Don't stop!"

Obediently, you resume hammering hectically into the couturière like one of her sewing machines, building her rising cries of lustful rapture in pitch until they fade into nearly inaudible whining gasps. Placing her forehooves to your shoulders once more, the mare braces against you tightly as she bounds her hips in your lap, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as she rides your length in increasingly uneven movements before the whole of her spasms, her insides over-flowing with wet lust as they clench tight around your throbbing cock. Her silent scream trails into a small trickle of whines as light-blue flares spark from her horn, their flickering glow dancing over the dim orange of dying embers. You groan in pleasure, speeding your movements in Rarity through the duration of her orgasm, each tremer bringing you closer to your own.

"Nnngh! R-Rarity! I'm almost there!"

Rarity eyes you with a dazed expression, panting heavily as she raises herself off of you. Her horn once more emits a cerulean glow, and you gasp in surprise as you feel her magic warm and electric around your pulsing cock, urging you on with swirling sensations. The unicorn's hooves slide down to your stomach as she sits over your lap, surprising you further as she takes you into her yet again, riding you as rapidly as she's able. You grit your teeth, your climax becoming a certainty as the dual sensation of of flesh and spell flow around your cock.

"Rarity! I'm-"

"Do it! Darling!" Rarity pants, mane and breasts bouncing, chest heaving, and her robe falling from her shoulders as she bounds in your lap. "Cum for me!"

You grasp Rarity's thighs through her silk leggings, fucking her wildly before finally burying yourself in her with a groan. Your cock pulses with waves of pleasure as it pumps your hot seed into Rarity in waves, your hips slamming against hers as pleasure spreads through the whole of you. Rarity moans softly as her magic continues swirling inside her, milking your cock in gradually slowing movements as the final aftershocks of ecstasy fade from you. As your grasp on her thighs lightens, she lifts herself from you, her magic hovering calm around your cock all the while. As Rarity pulls free of you, her magic finally drifts from your shaft, the whole of your load suspended in its grasp.

Your eyes widen at the discovery of the unicorn's profalactive spell, and widen further as she levitates the batch of milky cream to her open mouth, freeing it on her outstretched tongue as she curls it around your thick seed, swaying her mane as she swallows in a motion that makes the act far classier than it should be. Rarity smirks sleepily as she catches your reaction, giving a wink before letting herself fall beside you on the blankets.

"I suppose that wasn't very ladylike, but I'm sure you'll excuse some coitus debauchery."

"That was perfect," you smile, running your hand through her tussled mane as you lean forward to kiss her cheek. "Just like everything about you."

"Oooh!" Rarity giggles, blushing as she hooks a hoof around your arm. "You are quite the sweet talker! I can scarcely believe that I have you all to myself!"

You smile warmly as Rarity speaks your own heart, resting your hands over her hoof as you both lay in afterglow, catching your breath as weariness begins to overtake you. As your joyous heart begins to steady its beat, you suddenly take notice of how frigid the open air is against your sweat-slicked skin. Glancing towards the fire, you find it died down to nothing during your final moments, unnoticed amidst the inferno of humid heat between the two of you. The realization sets your eyes searching for the source of the dim light illuminating the room, which they finally find at the faint glow of dawn filtering through the curtained window.

"Oh no, Rarity!" you exclaim, sitting up suddenly. "It's already morning!"

Rarity's barely open eyes drift to the window briefly before closing completely as she hugs your arm tighter. "Not to worry, dear. I'd say we already did our share of seizing the day."

You reluctantly give a gentle shake to your lover, urging her to stay awake. "But, we're supposed to open your boutique today, remember? That lifelong dream of yours we moved here for?"

The loving mare opens one powder blue lid to meet your concerned gaze, smiling softly as she lifts your hand to her lips, kissing it gently. "The boutique has always been a dream of mine, certainly. But I've already had my favorite dream come true today. I'd hate to be greedy."

You hesitate before laying back beside the mare, wrapping your arms around her white coat as she cuddles tightly tightly against your chest for warmth. "Are you sure?" you ask as you reach to the blanket's edge, pulling half of it over your intertwined bodies as the pull of sleep begins to grip you once more.

Rarity nods sleepily, her soft smile widening. "The boutique can wait until tomorrow. Right now, the only thing I want is to wake in your arms."

Your fingers draw aimless circles on your true love's back as you allow your eyes to close, letting slumber slowly approach. Feeling Rarity breathing softly in your arms, you're certain that there's nothing in this world or any other that you could want any more than just that.

Author's Note

For Rarity's chapter, my focus was on three elements: foreplay, romance, and elegance. More than any of the other Mane 6, I wanted making love with her to seem like a dance, with each participant being precise and subtle in the way they pleased the other. Still, Rarity is prone to her outbursts, so it seemed fitting to let her go wild a bit in the end. A surprising amount of her chapter ended up on the cutting room floor, with just over 1,000 words removed. Critiques are always welcome, and feel free to suggest which character's chapter you'd like to see next! Left to my own devices, I'd say you can expect Applejack or Fluttershy next, though I may get derailed by a darker clop I'm working on focused on Trixie.