Name: Rarity

Sex: Female

Age: 20

Occupation: Fashion Designer

Appearance: Off-white coat, expertly curled indigo mane, light-blue eyes, typical unicorn build

Session Number: 1

“Hey, Rarity,” I greeted the mass of bags floating at my door.

“Hello, Darling. Could you be a dear and grab those for me?”

“…You’re joking, right?”

“Certainly not. You wouldn’t deny a lady assistance, would you?”

“Actually, I would. I’ll stand out of the way, if that helps.”

“Hmpf, it’s better than nothing,” she huffed before the bags floated past me and sat themselves down, revealing the source of the eloquent voice, “once again, hello Darling.”

“I see you got your shopping out of the way before coming this time.”

“I had to pick up a few things before coming; I hope you don’t mind,” she said as her magic started setting up her workspace.

“I don’t.”

“Good. Now, why don’t you be a dear and prepare us some tea.”

“I’m sorry Your Grace, but we’re out of that.”

“Out of tea? What kind of household is this? Don’t you regularly have guests?”

“Yeah, and they somehow make it an hour without needing something to drink.”

“Well, what do you have?”

“Let’s see,” I said without moving from my spot, “I’ve got water, juice, water, and more water.”

“A hard choice.”

“Well actually, I’ve a bottle of red wine one of my customers gave me, but haven’t drank since I don’t like wine.”

“I suppose I can help and relieve you of your beverage problem.”

“Of course.” A quick trip to the kitchen had me return with the bottle of wine in a bucket of ice and a single glass. After pouring the glass, it floated out of my and towards the fashion pony.

“You know it’s like, five o’clock, right?”

“It’s not like I’m going anywhere after this,” she said before taking a sip and letting out a satisfied sigh.

“…Excuse me?”

“Oh, did I not tell you in my letter?”

“…”

“Well, the hotel I usually frequent is being renovated.”

“…And you couldn’t stay at another?”

“Of course not!”

“…Whatever.”

“It’s the least you could do.”

“Besides pay you,” I said, but she just ignored me, “well, let’s get this over with.” With my consent, Rarity started floated garments around my loft, laying them all over the place. Stripping down to my underwear, I would take each article of clothing, put it on, and let her look me over to make sure they fit and looked alright.

“No, that won’t do,” she muttered to herself as she slipped a shirt off of me.

“I thought it was fine.”

“Of course you did, Dear. That’s why you’re not making your own clothes.”

“Ow. That and I don’t know how to.”

“It’s best to leave it to the professionals.” Two hours passed by relatively slowly before I was released and able to keep some clothes on.

“Thanks,” I said as she floated clothes into my room, “I really appreciate it.”

“Think nothing of it, Darling. I enjoy making these clothes for you as much as you enjoy wearing them,” she replied with a smile, “oh, and don’t forget to hang that suit. I don’t know what I’d do if you ruined it.”

“You won’t have to worry about that; it’s not like I’ll need it,” I said as I finally sat down.

“Aw, don’t say that,” she cooed as she poured herself another glass, “you never know when you’ll meet that special somepony.”

“Rarity, I’ve told you; that’s not going to happen.”

“Not with that attitude it won’t! You need to be more like moi, and never give up hope… is what I would normally say,” she said before downing her glass and refilling it.

“…Come sit down,” I offered, pulling her away from her sewing.

“Have I told you how much I just adore this chaise longue? I just feel so relaxed when I lay on it,” she said as she did just that, being sure to keep her glass close.

“Yep that’s the point, but what did you mean?”

“I meant, it-”

“Rarity,” I interrupted sternly.

“…You always know when something’s on a mare’s mind, don’t you?”

“It’s my job. Now please, tell me.”

“…I had a recent encounter with a stallion I used to know earlier today.”

“Oh? That must have been nice,” I said mindlessly as I started drawing.

“At first, yes. We caught up over lunch at this nice restaurant; he told me how he recently took over his family’s business and how well it’s doing. I didn’t need to tell him how things are for me since it’s in the news practically everyday.”

“You girls are busy.”

“Quite. After lunch, he actually helped with my shopping and escorted me here.”

“I must have just missed him then.”

“…No, I sent him away…”

“Why?”

“…He was making advances on me, strong ones. While I’ve dealt with my fair share of dense stallions, we had went through this before and I know I made it clear we wouldn’t try it again, but…”

“He didn’t take no for an answer.”

“…Yes. He-he tried to have his way with me, right on your doorstep.”

“Oh my God, are you alright?” I asked, my full attention on her as I scanned for wounds I might have failed to notice.

“I’m quite alright darling. Twilight has taught me a few defensive spells just in case something like this happened… but it’s made me think…”

“About what?”

“…About all of my past relationships. By the end of them, I came to find that the stallions only wanted me for my looks, and not for who I am. I was nothing more than a trophy!”

“Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true… I’ve just about given up on finding that special somepony,” she said sadly before downing another glass.

“…Maybe you’ve been looking in the wrong place?”

“…I’m sorry?” she said as she turned to look at me.

“I mean, maybe a stallion isn’t what you need. Hell, maybe a pony isn’t what you need. As I’ve recently come to find, there are a lot of creatures out there, so there’s bound to be someone you haven’t met or just plain overlooked.”

“…Perhaps you’re right,” she mused as she stared at me with slightly bleary eyes, “perhaps… what I’ve wanted, has been in front of me all along.”

“Perhaps,” I said as I grabbed the glass that was slowly sinking to the floor, “you’ve been hitting that wine pretty hard. I’ll get you some-” I don’t know if it’s this place or just my luck, but I was again kissed by a pony. Shocked that it was happening a second time, it took me a second to separate myself from the intoxicated mare.

“Why haven’t I seen it before?” she mumbled, “You’re the perfect stallion for me.”

“Rarity, you’re drunk. One: I’m not perfect in any sense of the word, and two: I’m not right for anyone.”

“H-how can you say that?” she stuttered as she slid from the longue and into my lap, “You’re so handsome and well-built. Not to mention the best listener.”

“All that’s flattering, really, but you’re drunk. You don’t mean it.”

“I’ve never meant anything more in my entire life,” she slurred as she kissed me on the cheek, “hmm… I’ve never mentioned it, but you have a nice scent.”

“Rarity,” I said sternly as I held her by the shoulders, “get a grip.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” she said before I felt something grab my crotch. To be honest, I regret what happened next. The second it registered that it was her hoof touching me, I shoved her away, making her tumble over the length of the longue and fall on the floor head first. My heart was beating a mile minute as I tried to process what I just did. Luckily, or unluckily, her groan brought me back to reality and I quickly rushed over to her.

“Oh my God, are you alright?!” I asked as I picked her up and laid her on the longue, “I-I’m sorry! I-I just panicked! Y-you were touching me a-and I-”

“It’s alright, Darling,” she interrupted with a hoof over my mouth, “I may have been a little forceful, but that little bump to the head has straightened me out.”

“No,” I said after moving her hoof, “I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

“Neither should I, but it happened. Please try to forget it did.”

“…I’ll never forget,” I muttered as my trembling hand held her hoof tightly, “and I don’t deserve to be forgiven. I swore…”

“Darling…”

“I’m sorry Rarity,” I said as I kneeled before her, holding onto her hoof, “if you need me for anything, I’ll be at your disposal.”

“Darling, you don’t have to go that far.”

“I do,” I replied as I stood back up and let go of her, “if you don’t need anything, I’ll remove myself from your sight.”

“…Wait,” she said when I reached my bedroom door, “I… I need a cuddle buddy to help me fall asleep.”

“Rarity, I-”

“Usually I have Opal, but since I didn’t bring her with me, I’m left without an alternative.”

“…Of course.” Following me into my room, she made herself comfortable in my bed as I stripped. When I got in, she quickly cuddled up on my right, making me tense up as her soft fur caressed my bare skin. With her head on my chest, my right hand had the intense desire to pet and rub her, and for whatever reason, I gave into to it. Her light sighs of content were enough to tell me I wasn’t doing anything wrong and I kept it up until she fell asleep.

Observations: I… Rarity is just about the only one to ever listen to me. Whether it’s because she really likes gossip or has literally nothing better to do, I don’t know, but… I sorely appreciate it. She’s probably the one who told Twilight where I was… I’ll have to give her an earful in the morning… I can’t believe I did it again.

Author's Note

More character development! It seems our protagonist actually has a few serious problems of his own.
What could they be, and will he ever tell anyone about them? I have no idea, and probably not.