Silky, Guilty Pleasures

Chapter 3: Uncertain

An Alternate Universe Detective Rarity Story

The feeling of the bright morning sun shone through the dirty window. Slowly I began to blink awake, uncertain of why my curtains weren’t doing their job, or why my windows had gotten so dusty. Then I felt a familiar, and well sculpted, body behind me. A wing covered me, holding me tightly, and I looked at was going on. Sound was in bed with me, I was nude, my core ached, my hips were sore, and I smelled strongly of sex.

I groaned as I lay there. The Club, Memories flooded my mind with the stench and cacophony of sex, so many bodies intertwined with each other. The moaning and panting, it got to me. I remember blindly walking down Canterlot’s streets, irrespective of where I was heading; bumping into Sound Ray; the glorious rutting. Yes, it all came back, not unlike one’s torrid escapades after a night of drunken debauchery. I wasn’t the kind of mare to do such things, but last night…

Sound stirred as I fought with Celestia’s Sun. He wrapped his chiseled arms even tighter over my form, his wings drew tighter to my frame and I sensed him smelling my neck, dipping his muzzle into my mane. It drew a giggle out of me, He blew a snort into my ear which made me giggle even louder. I never understood how he could bring the little filly in me, but he did so on a regular basis. This is one of the reasons why I valued his friendship and why I wished he wouldn’t have his mother’s harping on about bloodlines and his family obligations.

“Good morning, Rares,” Sound said, “I have to say, last night was- amazing.”

I smiled at Sound Ray, only half convinced last night actually happened, “Well, I have been know to be spontaneous every now and then.”

“Says the mare who walks into a vampyre’s coven without so much as a hair out of place,” Sound retorts, “my family and I may be ledrfladder, but I swear, you have more guts than the entire Night Watch altogether.”

I titter at his words, not really thinking myself the hero he claims I am, “Oh, Sound! Silky Guilty Pleasures is a business one of my friends runs.”

“No. Way.” Sound replies, an incredulous look upon his face, “you mean to tell me you are friends with Pinkamena Diane Pie?!”

“Why yes, of course,” I answer, “I knew her before she became a vampire.”

“Wow,” Sound gasped, “my marefriend is friends with the most powerful vampyre in Canterlot, if not Equestria.”

I felt any words I was going to say get caught in my throat. Marefriend, he called me his marefriend. I’d wanted to be with Sound so badly, I wanted him to reject his mother’s insistence on pure bloodlines, and on his obligations to his family to take his rightful place as a Lunar Guard. I’d wanted that for so long, but I had slowly accepted that while I loved him, deeply, Sound stood by his family and nothing short of death would stop that. I am not sure I could empathize. As much as I love Mother, Father, and Sweetie Belle, I could never put my family above all else. For the ledrfladder, though, family comes before everything, even love.

“Oh, please, Sound,” I deflect, “in case you haven’t forgotten, I have the favor of both Princesses Celestia and Luna; I am also a close, personal friend of Princess Twilight. I have plenty of powerful friends.”

I looked at him, seeing how he looked in the daylight, I didn’t question how I felt. I knew how I felt. I did question if what we did might have been too fast, too soon, and too much. I wanted him, that was absolutely true, but… I leaned my head against his chest. The Club, DJPon3, the magic mixed with everything happening, it had created a primitive lust spell. It wasn’t something that would make a pony do anything they wouldn’t normally do, it wasn’t directed to want or need a certain pony.

It meant that I would have done this with Sound Ray, that I would have given myself to him, and I knew that. He started to say something, and I stopped him with a kiss. A small, simple, but passionate kiss. I loved him, and I hated myself a little for wanting to make him do something that would like cutting an arm or a wing off. I wouldn’t be a mistress, I wouldn’t be a kept mare, and I knew he knew that.

“Wow,” he said.

“I have to go,” I replied.

“Rares? What’s wrong?” he asked.

I looked at him, hoping that my eyes weren’t betraying me, and I gave him a soft, sad smile, “I’ve got work to do, and I’m in a desperate need of a shower.”

He grinned, slowly letting go of me, “If it’s a shower you’re needing I have one here, I’m even willing to share with such a beautiful mare.”

I felt his wings move, uncovering our naked forms, his arms slowly relaxed, and I began to crawl over him. The movement told me that Sound had rutted me hard and fast. My hips felt like they desperately needed to be stretched and popped, but it was the satisfying soreness between my thighs, in my core, that made me realize how deeply Sound had went inside of me. It felt amazing, and despite my best efforts I was walking a little bowlegged. I knew that Sound was a gentlestallion, and he wouldn’t laugh at my situation, but I could almost feel a confident smirk radiating off of him.

We made it to his bathroom, and I was surprised. I had helped him pick out much of the decor for it, although I had never actually applied any of it to the bathroom itself. It was there, all of it, and I was stunned. The walls were a lovely violet with gold trim, there was a painting of Luna holding a moon, and staring at it with an expression of complacency. The curtains were a royal purple, and then there was his bath towels. They set it off perfect being a softer purple than the curtain.

He’d applied everything I helped him pick out perfectly. I heard the groaning of the old pipes, and the illusion of a perfect Bathroom was lost, but it was still exceptionally beautiful. He started the shower, offered it to me, and before I could close the curtain he stepped in behind me. The warm water cascading from the shower head, dousing myself and Sound. I gathered a loofah from the rack within the shower and poured some body wash on to; Sound had done the same with a similar some shampoo into his hand. While I scrubbed my front, he was massaging a copious amount of the shampoo into my mane.

His attentiveness to my coiffure was so thorough that I did not want to disturb as I washed my legs. So, raising up one so I could scrub it down, I set cleaning my lower half. Even though I did bend a little to reach my lower extremities, Sound was able to move with me, using his very agile fingers to massage my scalp. This was the sort of treatment I expected at the spa, and here I was, getting it from my foalhood friend. A foalhood friend with which I had coitus the night before. That last thought came to me as I was washing around my marehood; I can neither confirm nor deny the loofah was anywhere near my labia.

The fire in my loins that Sound had so masterly put out was starting to set itself ablaze again. Thankfully, unlike the previous evening, it was amuch more manageable flame than before. Still there was a certain intimacy we were sharing, and in a way it felt stronger than what had happened last night. His hands moved, after getting my mane, and I felt him move down to my tail. Once again his powerful, but gentle, hands gripped it. I felt him working in a lather, slowly working it into my tail. I leaned against the wall, My right hand supporting me as I let him work the shampoo into a lather.

He stopped, moved up, and I felt something being worked into my back. I let out a soft moan as he did this. I felt him lean forward, his chest touching my back, the warmth of his breath on my skin.

“I love you Rares,” he said.

It caught me off guard. I did feel the same, I loved him, still love him, but everything inside told me that it wasn’t going to work. Sound’s mother, his clan, everything would work against any kind of future we might ever have. And it didn’t matter, because right now I was here, and even if it was for a short time I couldn’t be dishonest with myself or Sound. Doing so would be selfish, and I’ve never been one to be overly selfish.

“I love you too,” I whispered.

I felt him, his chest, his arms, the way he was hugging me, and how it made me feel so wonderful. Then I felt another part of him that he had used quite wonderfully last night.

I trembled in anticipation as he touched me. His hands moved down my sides, and I felt him kiss my neck. His hands moved up back up, finding my breasts, caressing them, and I moaned softly. I felt the soft kisses, the gentle touches, and unlike last night this was what I wanted. I wanted to be made love to. I wanted him to take the time, and I wanted to take the time. This wasn’t a lust filled sexual experience, it was more than that.

He moved one hand down, finding my netherlips, stroking a finger along them, letting it dip in slightly, just enough to tease, to promise, and to begin cultivating my need into something deeper. I backed against his most wonderful thick shaft. I felt it moving in between my thighs, and dared a look.

It was like all of Sound, beautiful in the way it was formed, desirable in the way it was presented, and powerful in its own right. I longed to have him back inside of me, of feeling so full, but I wanted it coupled with feeling loved. He’d marked me last night, and this morning his fang gently touched the same spot. I didn’t feel him attempting to mark me again, but instead it was almost as if he was enjoying the feeling of the place he had marked. He pulled back his turgid member sliding out from between my thighs. I felt it move, align, and then press against my entrance. He wasn’t rough, but instead he entered gently. His strength was being used to protect me once more, and I leaned against him, my still soapy body sliding along his, my hands on the wall, my tail moved out of the way.

His thrusts were building a tempo, a dance, and one that I was only too happy to match. Last night’s dance had been rough, hard, the dance of a mare and stallion buzzed and needing relief, but this dance, oh, it was the dance of lovers. I felt the tenderness of his hands as he moved them to my cutie marks, I felt his chest leave me, and I didn’t want that. I pulled away, his eyes growing wide, and then I stepped up to him.

“Lift me,” I said.

His eyes shined with understanding, and I felt him lift me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he lowered me onto my prize once more. I pulled myself against him, feeling the bond between us growing. Whatever happened after today, I would be so thankful for this. I would be so blessed that we finally truly found one another. I buried my muzzle into his neck, stifling the moan that threatened to escape me. I was so sensitive, and a little sore, but that soreness was giving away to bliss.

He began to move faster, our bodies meeting each other with each thrust, and I felt his powerful arms around me, the wall of the shower on my back, and I dug my fingernails into his. He grunted as I did this, this thrusting becoming a little harder, a little faster, and I pulled my head back as I let moan escape me.

“You’re my mare,” he said.

I felt myself clench, my orgasm overcoming me, and I felt him empty himself into me. I breathed hard, slowly coming down from the wonderful climax, “And you, you are my stallion.”

I kissed him deeply as the warm water ran down my back, to my tail, and then found his legs. Slowly he pulled me up and off of his turgid member. I found my feet, and for a few moments I was uncertain if I could truly stand. After a few moments we looked at each other. I would certainly be lying if I was to claim that we did saved water. In truth, I’m sure that we drained quite a bit of the water already. We dried off, using those plush light purple towels, and then together we walked back to his bedroom. Part of me wanted to stay here, to be with the stallion I loved, but I did have a job to do, two of them actually, and to be honest I was fairly certain that the two were connected.

I knew Lemon Hearts, but not as well as I would have liked to know her. From my understanding she had worked in the castle doing the event, and party, planning for the Princesses. Being part of Pinkie’s coven, she most likely switched to working for Silky Guilty Pleasures, but I had to figure that she still spent time at the castle. She had been, and still was to my knowledge, a friend of Princess Twilight. Perhaps if Twilight had time I could talk to her and see if Lemon Hearts had said anything to her before she disappeared.

From there I’d have to see where the clues took me. I looked at my dress, realizing that wearing it wasn’t going to happen. It was still a beautiful piece, but it did have several smells on it that I just didn’t want to carry around with me. However, Sound came to my rescue. The clothes were a bit big, but apparently they were his sister’s, and that did explain the backless shirt. I grabbed my coat, and Sound promised to wash my dress for me. I kissed him, thankful for what he was offering to do, thankful that I could trust him, and thankful for the moment we had.

If his mother had any say she’d ensure that our relationship ended. She was a tribalist in the most literal of meanings. I forced myself to not think about it. Regardless of what might happen, of what may come about, I wouldn’t let this bother me. For the moment I would enjoy the feeling of being with Sound. He considered me his marefriend, and Faust help me I believed it as well.

Walking out of his apartment building I could see the morning sun. So many ponies were up and about doing their errands. Thanks to going home with Sound I was able to get some much needed sleep, and of course there had been other wonderful benefits as well. Regardless I could see the complete sympathy of life playing out around me. Ponies doing their work, going about their business, and several of them so unaware of the dangers. I strolled past a small bakery and smelled fresh cinno-buns. The hybrid creation of cinnamon rolls and sticky buns was a breakfast fare only sold in one shop.

If I wanted to see Princess Twilight I would need something to help me get in, and it was rare for any of the guards to make it to Sunrise’s Bakery before it closed. I walked in and saw Sunrise working the counter. The older mare had been in business for an exceptionally long time, and I’d cheated, more than once, on a diet or two when I went into her bakery and ordered a few of her Cinno-buns.

This morning I would be ordering a few more, but I had every intention of ensuring that they made it into the hands of the guards, and not my own. As I walked up to the counter I could see something off. Sunrise always had a smile for each of her customers, but today she looked as if she could barely stand. I neared her and watched as she gave me the faintest of smiles.

“Rarity, it’s been a diamond dog’s age, how are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m fine, but Sunrise, you look as if you’re exhausted, was it that much of a rush this morning?”

She shook her head no, and looked toward the corner. I followed her gaze and saw Orange Marmalade, her grandfilly, sitting there. There was a vacant look on her face, and I could see a fang mark on her. Orange was a gifted little spell caster, and I could only guess whatever had happened she had managed to stop it before it got too bad.

“Vampire?” I asked.

She shook her head, “One of ‘em Lunar Pegasus colts. They were playing, being friends and all, and Orange’s estrus came early this year. I didn’t know it, that colt’s mother didn’t know it, and he tried to go savage on her. He was on her, trying to get her clothes off, and she hit him with a spell that knocked him through the wall. I ain’t saying the little so and so didn’t have it coming, but it’s bothering her really bad. I’ve been up with her most of the night.”

I looked at the filly again. I had said vampire because I had wanted to believe that she wouldn’t have been marked by a Lunar Pegasus while she was so young. I grew up with Sound, and I knew that a marking meant that the Stallion had found his intended. Most of the mares in Luna’s guard had a similar marking. It was a line, a small one, normally done with little blood, that would be obvious for a few days, unless hidden, and then much later it would become a sort of line in the fur.

I touched the place under the shirt where Sound had marked me. I’d have that line, forever, it wouldn’t be horrible, most likely it’d barely be noticeable, but it would be there. I was marked, and so was Orange. I walked toward her, knelt down, and looked at her. She barely looked up at me, acknowledging that I was even there.

“I hurt him,” she whispered.

I touched her arm, but she didn’t move away. Instead she leaned toward me until I was holding her in my arms, “I hurt my friend.”

“I know, but he tried to do something to you,” I replied.

She looked at the ground, “I wanted him to. I wanted him to because we wanted to be together. He smelled my granny coming up the stairs, and he said to knock him away, I hurt him bad…”

The Lunar Pegasus hadn’t just attacked her. Instead he’d wanted to protect her image. I slowly got up, bringing her to her feet, “You need to tell Sunrise. She’s a good mare, she’ll understand.”

Orange looked toward her grandmother. I could see her swallow before she walked over to her. This was a private moment, and I didn’t need to be in the middle of it, but a second later I saw Sunrise look surprised. I could see the look she was giving Orange, and I wondered what she had said. She said something to her, and set Orange upstairs.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

Sunrise nodded, “It is, although I’ve got a lot to apologize for, and so does that filly.”

I nodded and looked at the case, “I hate to change the subject, but I do need to order a few things, if that’s okay. If you need to close shop early I’ll understand.”

She shook her head no.

“One dozen cinno-buns please.”

Pulled a tray out, set it on the counter, and I watched as she opened a brown paper bag, taking care to wrap each cinno-bun in a piece of wax paper. When she was finished the bag was twelve cinno-buns heavier.

“That’ll be eight bits,” she said.

I thanked her, walked, out and headed toward the castle. I hoped that Orange and Sunrise was able to get through this, and if it was meant to be perhaps Orange and her Coltfriend would become something of an item. It couldn’t hurt. If anything maybe it could start a trend. I tittered at my moment of silliness and walked into the castle.

At the moment there was two courts happening. Celestia was holding the Day court, which meant the nobility was crying out about one unfair thing or another that was giving the common ponies a chance to equalize things between them. And then there was Twilight’s court.

I stopped at the doors where I knew Twilight’s court would be insession. As I walked toward them I could see Twilight’s consort standing guard. Flash Sentry smiled at me, his charming and disarming personality was perfectly suited for being a guard pony of a princess. He greeted me, as any normal pony would, and I opened the bag of cinno-buns from Sunrise’s Bakery.

“Oh wow, um, thanks!” he said as he fished one out.

“You’re more than welcome darling, and wouldn’t some of your fellow guard ponies enjoy some sweets as well?”

Soon there was a small collection of about four guards, all who were to oversee those who went in to speak to Twilight, were enjoying the delightful cinno-buns I had brought to them.

“Is there any chance that I might have a word with Princess Twilight gentlestallions?”

Flash looked at me, then at the pastry in his hand, “Sure, we’re between cases, and I think that Twilight would be glad to see you.”

I thanked him, walked in, and saw my friend. Twilight sat in a judge’s chair, not a throne, and before her was several books ranging from spells to criminal law. She seemed to be completely engrossed on what she was doing. I looked off to the side and saw evidence Spike had been there. The drake had harbored a crush on me for a while, but I believe he had moved on to some other pony.

“Twilight?”

“Hmm?” she asked before she looked up, “Oh Rarity! It’s so good to see you!”

I walked toward her and she offered me a chair, “It’s been a few months! How’s business going?”

“I’m busy enough, actually I’m on a case now, and Twilight, I have to ask… Have you seen Lemon Hearts?”

She rubbed her chin for a moment, “I did, about two or three days ago she came by and said she was asked to look after somepony, and if I wouldn’t mind to check up on her cat, and make sure that Minuette was feeling okay.”

I thought about that. Lemon Hearts had been seen, specifically she had been seen at the Royal Palace. Once she left there’s a chance she could have been followed, but for several blocks she would have been watched, to ensure that everything was fine. It didn’t sit right, something was off, something wasn’t matching.

“Rarity, are you okay?”

I looked at my friend and smiled, “Of course darling, I’m fine, I’m just trying to put the pieces together as it were.”

She got up, and looked at me, “Rarity, I’m sorry, but my next case is getting ready to happen, “ she said as she walked around and hugged me.

“It’s fine, darling, thank you for your time.”

She nodded, “Lemon Hearts is missing isn’t she?”

I nodded, uncertain of what to say, “Find her, please?”

I sensed something in Twilight’s voice. It wasn’t just a concerned friend asking me to search for another friend. I saw it in her eyes, the worry was there, and it spoke volumes. I wasn’t going to say a thing, but if what I saw was true then Twilight, one of my dearest friends, was sleeping around on Flash Sentry. I wasn’t going to pass moral judgement, not on such a dear friend of mine, but it made me wonder if there was something wrong in her and Flash’s relationship. I gave her another hug, feeling her relaxed state of being before she’d be forced to become a more regal and rigid.

I turned and walked out, seeing the guards smile, and wave to me. Once I was out I took a look at the hall again. It wasn’t large, and there was at least four guards that stayed with Twilight during her court. I knew from experience that tradition maintained that those same guards followed the Princess until she was in her chambers.

I looked back at the guards. I didn’t want to even consider it, but it was possible one of them may have said something to somepony.

Author's Note

(AN: Well, color me surprised. I really wasn't intending to get another chapter out this quick, but it just started coming to me, so here it is. I honestly hope that you all enjoy it, and I would love to thank L0rd0f7hun3r for looking it over, and of course for his contributions to it. That said, yeah, things are about to start to get really interesting.)