"Come on Rarity, it'll be fun!" Coco Pomelle said as the named mare and she ate brunch together, brushing her two-tone light-blue mane out of her eyes with her light-amber hoof as she looked to her white-coated friend and fellow business-pony, "This nightclub is the place to be seen in Canterlot, and everypony who is anypony will be there this weekend! You have no idea what I had to do to get these passes for us for tonight..."

Rarity scrunched her muzzle as she looked at the two golden-colored tickets Coco had placed on the table between them, seeing 'The Bass-Ment VIP Pass: Admit One' engraved into it, with Coco Pommel and Rarity's names and Cutie-marks engraved beneath on either. " Not to sound ungrateful but...'The Bass-Ment'? It sounds like a very...uncouth, loud club the likes of which somepony like Vinyl Scratch would own." Rarity said with a bit of huff, looking once more to her friend whilst curling her own curly violet mane around a hoof, seeing a light blush grow on her face.

"Well...uh...a Miss Vinyl Scratch does indeed own it..." Coco said, following it with a chuckle, "...but just think of all of the possibilities for your business there. Just think of all of the well-known ponies who may be interested in some outfits from your Spring collection. Or, dare I say, think of all of the wealthy, handsome, available stallion bachelors who go there? Don't think I haven't seen all of the stallions you've been looking up and down, and I know it's not just because the mating season's coming up in a week or so."

Rarity's white-furred face flushed red as Coco said that, with her not realizing just how obviously she'd been eyeing up some of the most handsome stallions of Canterlot. "Coco!" Rarity reproached, seeing the other mare look away with a light blush of her own.

"What? All I'm saying is that'd be as good a place as any to meet a special somepony." Coco said, still looking away, "Besides, even if you don't find 'the one', maybe you could just find somepony to...have fun...with throughout your estrus when it comes like you've told me you've done in the past?"

Rarity was beet-red at this point in embarrassment, the redness bleeding through her usually white coat. "Coco..." she groaned out, "is this public restaurant really the best place to be discussing my past and future...'sexual exploits' or romantic desires, or our upcoming...estruses? They are most unsavory topics for two upscale fashionistas after all..."

Coco simply smiled. "Well, either way, I think the club would still be a nice time to break loose from the monotony of your dress designing, and dress selling for me...not to sound ungrateful for the job you gave me or insulting of your exuberant inspiration of course. Anyhow, if you'd like to come, I'll be waiting outside at seven PM sharp and will be wearing the wide-brimmed green hat from your new Spring lineup." Coco said, before calling for the check and surprising Rarity as she paid the full amount. "I really hope you come. Now as nice as this brunch and chat with you were, I've got to go take care of some things back at the shop before I go to the club tonight. After all, your business won't run itself!" Coco said as she stood and took her ticket, leaving the other behind as she dismissed herself.

Rarity looked at the pass and sighed softly. She was never one to disappoint a friend's desires after all and wouldn't want to start now. "I'll see you there!" Rarity called out before Coco left and, despite the smile and happy nods it got from her friend, she almost regretted it as she did.

~ ~ ~

Rarity looked up to the nearby clock tower, seeing it was seven-twenty PM. Fashionably late, as she liked to think. She looked around the throng of ponies at the club's entrance but couldn't find Coco anywhere amongst them, quickly establishing that she'd likely gone inside already. Already she could hear the bass music pumping and winced; she was well over ten meters away after all and it sounded like she was sitting right next to the speakers; she'd never much liked club music.

As she bypassed the large, bald, and rather intimidating-looking bouncer-pony, she got a nod of approval from him at the VIP pass around her neck as he escorted her to the door and opened it. As she stepped inside, she was instantly assaulted by very heavy beats of techno music, making her wince slightly at the nearly-overwhelming volume. Once more, she regretted her decision to come.

The musky scents of many sweaty stallions and mares, smoke-machine smoke, spilled alcohol, and even the unmistakable scent of at least a couple of mares in heat were very present as Rarity stepped inside the main room, the strobe light flashing rapidly as the other colors of magical lighting swung around rapidly in the otherwise dim room all in time with the rapid beats of the music. It was all meant to give a very trance-like experience to anypony watching it but in Rarity's case, all it gave her was light nausea. She looked around what must have been at least one hundred ponies for Coco through the moderately-thick smoke and dim lighting, but couldn't seem to find her.

Deciding she could find her later, and knowing Coco knew she'd decided to come and would likely be looking for her too, Rarity decided to go to the most brightly-lit – and least loud – area of the club to be seen most easily: the bar, seeing a small faux fish-tank back-lit and making it like a beacon. She decided she may as well have a few drinks and mingle with the club's clientele since she was here after all. As she slid onto a stool the bartender, a rather handsome-looking younger stallion, smiled to her and asked her order.

"I'd like one gin with tonic and one vodka appletini please." Rarity said, getting a nod from the bartender as his golden magic whipped to the bottles of alcohol and did a rather impressive spinning show with them while he prepared her drinks, Rarity giving a couth applause as he finished and the finished drinks were placed before her. She glanced around once again to see if Coco was nearby and, still not seeing her among the crowds, lit her horn and levitated her glass to her lips, taking a dainty sip of her 'tini.

With her appletini finished and a Carribouean* rum mojito ordered while she nursed her gin, another pony walked to the bar and sat on the stool beside her, with Rarity noticing that the live music had stopped and a clearly pre-recorded mix was playing instead as she saw the DJ stand now unoccupied. Looking to her side to see the newest patron, she saw he was a twenty-somethings, moderate height and build unicorn stallion with a light opalish-gray coat and a dark-grey mane styled in a mohawk. She also noticed that his eyes, mostly hidden behind a large pair of dark sunglasses, were a moderate cerulean-blue, a color quite similar to her own of azure-blue.

"Hey Counter, night going well?" The barkeep responded with a smile and said it was booming as always. "Great to hear they're keeping you busy. Could I get one gin and tonic, a vodka appletini, and a shot of Carribouean rum please?" the newly arrived stallion said to the stallion behind the bar that he clearly knew, getting a nod as the 'keeper prepared his drinks. Rarity very quickly noticed his order was very much like her own.

"I must say, you've got a good taste in drinks," Rarity said, giving a small smile as she also noticed the casual yet fashionable suit-top and white tie he wore, "and a fine sense of fashion as well." The handsome stallion looked over to her, noticing her own glasses on the bar and selections of drinks, and chuckled.

"Hey, you too," he said in his mid-baritone voice as he noticed her drinks, giving a small smile of his own and showing his pearly-white teeth, looking over the casual light-blue evening gown Rarity had chosen to wear, the pinned-up mane-style she had. He lifted his thick shades to get a better look at her and let Rarity see him fully in turn, and as she did, gazing into his beautiful deep-blue eyes. Rarity was almost swooning over him already. To her, he was indeed one of the most handsome stallions she'd seen in a long time!

"So, uh, what brings you here?" Rarity asked, trying to make small talk, watching her compatriot down the shot of rum he'd ordered on the side before sipping at his appletini.

"Well, I was the DJ here tonight. The usual DJ, DJ-Pon3, had to call off sick so they called me, her vice-DJ, in instead. I'm off-hours now." he said, his head slightly bobbing in time to the beat of the music and he finished his drink, "I can't really hold a candle to DJ-Pon3 though. She's, like, the goddess of club music. Matter of fact, this is her stuff playing now."

Rarity wasn't much of one for club music, much preferring classical, but even she had to admit that this song indeed had quite a nice beat. It was a calmer song than the more hardcore tunes this DJ beside her was dishing out earlier, and she had to admit it had a very nice rhythm. "Yes, I suppose it is...rather nice." Rarity said, smiling as they'd found some common grounds beside their choices in alcohol.

"So, where did you get that fine suit-top if I may ask?"

~

An hour later, and with many empty drink glasses in front of her and him both, Rarity had a light blush on her face and was lightly swaying on her stool, now talking to this handsome, still-unnamed DJ stallion about the disastrous Grand Galloping Gala she'd attended those many years past with a few verbal slurs here or there. Coco had still not found her and Rarity decided to give up and just let her do her own thing, figuring Coco had gotten pre-occupied with something, or even somepony given the time of year, and knew she could always talk to her the next day about it. After all, the same had happened to her.

Rarity knew she herself was borderline drunk at this point, the stallion before her also likely at least a little tipsy himself given his own very loose speech and occasional slur, or sway on his stool. Rarity had stopped ordering drinks at that point after her fifth, instead simply talking about this or that with the handsome stallion she'd become quite interested in while the now-calmer music played, the ponies growing tired and the crowd thinning. As Rarity looked up at the clock behind the bar and noticed it was already two AM, she bit her lower lip. Nearly seven hours had passed already, and all she'd done was speak with this stallion and drank with him. Coco still hadn't shown up.

"Well, look at the time..." Rarity said with a hint of disappointment, realizing that the Carousel Boutique back in Ponyville was supposed to be opening at 8 AM, giving a quiet groan as she stood from the stool and stretched her back. A series of quiet pops and cracks came from it and all four legs as she hadn't stood since this stallion had come and sat beside her.

The stallion indeed looked up to the clock himself and chuckled, before looking to Rarity again. "You're not much of a night-owl, are you miss?" he asked just as Rarity swayed hard, nearly falling over as she'd stretched again, "...or much of a drinker?"

Rarity simply gave a shrill giggle in response, it being much louder than she'd expected it to be, and shook her head 'no'. "N-Nah, I d-don't drink too of'n, an' definitely not this much." Rarity mumbled her eyes lidded now at the very attractive stallion before her, "Well, was nice talkin' to ya," she said before getting a nod from him; "we should totally do this again sometime though."

The stallion nodded again then sighed, scratching his head and mussing his mane as he realized something. "Ugh, this is gonna suck. I've gotta head all the way back across town to get to my flat. Didn't really consider travel for this gig, did I?" he groaned to himself more than her, with Rarity considering how hard it is to get a taxi even during the day-time in Canterlot, let alone on a weekend night after such a huge party...and that's not even considering a hotel or motel room. Plus, Canterlot was a rather large city and would likely take hours to traverse from end to end...

"Well, perhaps you could board with me tonight?" Rarity asked, seeing the stallion's eyes sparkle at the prospect.

"Really, you'd do that for me miss?" he asked, before receiving a nod from Rarity.

"Yes, well, I don't see why not. You seem like a nice enough pony and a gentlecolt to boot, and I'm sure you'll respect me and my home, right?" Rarity asked and received a nod from him. Upon seeing no dishonesty from him, she continued; "Very well. Let us go, shall we?"

Rarity then walked to the curtained door of the club and looked back to her to-be guest, with him then following behind her and out into the cool Spring night, Rarity deeply breathing the fresh night air in then out with a with a happy sigh. "Do follow closely. My place isn't too far and I would hate for you to get lost." Rarity said, leading on, with the stallion noticing her curled, violet tail quickly swishing behind her. Whether it was from excitement, irritation – or something else – he couldn't be sure. After all, mares swished their tails when sexually aroused as well...

~ ~ ~

Rarity and her guest arrived at her hotel room after a little bit of stumbling along the way, with Rarity opening the door with the key from her Bit-pouch and both nearly toppling inside. As he stumbled in, the stallion looked around the room and realized that this was indeed a rather upscale hotel, with many things gold-tinted or made of marble or granite, the beds looking like they were indeed made of clouds that were magically enchanted so non-Pegasi could also enjoy sleeping on clouds as well, with the sheets upon them looking to be a royal-purple silk.

"Wow, I never thought I'd be in a hotel as nice as the Bitz Hotel..." the stallion said, "Wait, isn't this hotel invite only?"

Rarity simply grinned. "Well, yes it is. Though, having connections with Princess Celestia certainly has its charms."

As Rarity said that, the stallion's jaw dropped. "Woah. No way! You know Princess Celestia?!" he asked, literally awestruck.

"Why yes I do. She's indeed a personal friend of mine in fact!" Rarity said, letting out a small laugh at his shocked expression.

"There's no way!" the stallion countered, but couldn't see any dishonesty from her, "Wait, you really are?"

Rarity simply nodded again, "...and I am friends with Princess Luna, Princess Cadence, and Prince Shining Armor as well. In fact, Princess Twilight Sparkle is one of my best friends as well!"

"Wow..." the stallion said, shaking his head to get out of his stupor. Rarity simply grinned at the handsome stallion's attention.

Rarity yawned, once more stretching as she glanced over to her bed, with it looking more inviting than ever as her back and rump ached from sitting for too long on the hard barstool. "Well I don't know about you, but I'm going to lie down. These beds are made from cumulus clouds imported directly from Cloudsdale and designed for sleeping on, so they should be most soft..." Rarity said as she slipped out of her dress and loosed her manestyle to let her mane flow freely, giving a most unladylike moan of relief as she laid upon the cloud-bed now unclothed, rolling around as she felt it contouring to her every bare curve whilst she laid on her back; "Ooooooh yes they are..."

Eyeing his own bed, the stallion approached it and prodded it with a hoof, feeling a gentle electric tingle go through it as he did. "Is the...electricity normal?" he asked, getting a nod from Rarity, her eyes still closed.

"Mmm-yes. You've never slept on a cloud bed, have you?" she asked, getting a head shake 'no' from the stallion. "The electricity comes with the clouds naturally and helps to relax your muscles as you rest, giving you a most magnificent night of sleep; it's almost like you're being massaged all night long, then you wake up feeling wonderful, with all tension gone." Rarity said, before hearing the stallion's own relieved groan as he himself laid down after disrobing himself, enjoying the gentle tingles all over his back as he stretched out and rolled around slightly, happily nickering in contentment.

As she looked at him, Rarity couldn't help but study every inch of his now-uncovered body, noticing at last that his Cutie-mark was indeed three stars arranged much like her own of three diamonds was, his tail spiked like his mane was. This stallion certainly chose to look his best. "That's an interesting Cutie-mark you have. May I ask where you got it?" she asked, knowing that talking about one's Cutie-mark was always an interesting topic when trying to learn about somepony.

The stallion smiled, always happy to tell his Cutie-mark story and not knowing of a pony who wasn't. "Well, back when I was a little foal, I really liked to be the center of attention and craved the spotlight, wanting everypony to know who I was and to become somepony. I also idolized DJs and practiced endlessly with my keyboard whenever I could. So one day there was a DJ competition here in Canterlot and I finally got the courage to try out for it. When I got up there and showed them the mixes I'd been practicing I felt like a colt possessed, my hooves doing things I'd not even practiced yet! When my beats finished, I was awarded to two tens and one nine from the judges, then I saw a bright flash from behind me....and that's when my Mark appeared." the stallion said as he gestured to his Mark. "I still haven't learned what the stars mean yet, but I know it has to do with my music." he said before looking over to Rarity.

The stallion was subconsciously looking over Rarity's own unclothed form, his eyes trailing down her body as she lay on her back, from her face, chest, belly, then all the way to her plump, nubile teats, them being just visible as her up-curved tail hid the rest of her modesty, and finally down to her plush-looking, rounded flank. He quickly learned that what he knew already was only more true as he saw more of her now uncovered; that she was a very sexy mare. With a blush, the young stallion looked away, giving the mare her deserved privacy. It wouldn't do him much good popping a boner in front of such a beautiful, important mare that he'd only just met after all, he thought; that it would only lead to an awkward situation, his embarrassment, and probably being kicked out of his graciously offered room for the night. None of which he wanted.

"So, um, good-night?" the stallion said, getting a muffled 'mmhm' from Rarity, who now lay on her belly with her face buried in the pillow, her tail resting to the side away from him. As he noticed that, and the stallion found that she still wasn't looking at him, he decided to see more of this beautiful mare. As he shifted slightly, he could just see through a curve in her tail, revealing to him what his stallion instincts called his eyes to; her pert vulva, a neat crevice between two plump-looking lips, ever-so-slightly spread as she was relaxed and revealing to him a small sliver of her pink entrance through them. It was then that he realized he'd never actually been alone with a mare in her bedroom at night like this before besides his mother and sister; that it was just the two of them alone.

As he felt that distinct feeling of somepony looking at him, he looked up – and saw the mare's large blue eyes meeting his own. Instantly he gasped softly and looked away, feeling a heavy blush forming on his face at being caught leaning and staring at her spmewhere most inappropriate. He anticipated hearing her calling him a pervert, screaming at him to get out of the room, his muscles already tensed and ready for a hasty retreat. What he did not expect, however, was for her tail to remain unmoved despite a small swish of its tip, nor the lidded eyes she met his with as he dared to glance back.

"Darling, it's rather chilly tonight. Would a big, sexy, warm gentlecolt such as you mind accompanying me? I'm afraid that this little old blanket won't be enough to warm me up." Rarity said as she kicked the thin blanket off of herself, her eyes still lidded as she looked at the stallion, her tail starting to swish more as she gave a gentle shiver. "You wouldn't want a mare to be all cold and alone all night, would you? I assure you this bed is large enough for two."

The stallion had stood from his bed and looked over at her, seeing Rarity's tail had stopped its movements and sat to the side furthest from him as she'd noticed him looking at her, exposing her slit once more to any casual observers; she wasn't quite fully flagging to him, but her tail's position left nothing under her tail to the imagination should he want to look, nor her seeming intentions. As he saw that seemingly provocative gesture mixed with her clearly provocative gaze, the stallion took a few subtle sniffs in her direction, trying to find the tale-tell scent of a mare being in heat but not finding it; all he smelled was a gently-sweet scent of an aroused mare, but not the unmistakable, musky scent of estrus.

"Don't think I don't see you sniffing around there handsome. No, no you sexy stud I'm not in my estrus and won't be for two more weeks, though honestly..." Rarity said, before looking over the stallion now standing beside her bed from the tip of his muzzle all the way down to his Cutie-mark, taking in the details of the fairly muscular unicorn stallion, "though honestly, you wouldn't be the worst stud I could choose if I were wanting a foal..."

The stallion simply blinked, unsure how exactly was he supposed to respond to that. "Um...thanks?" he offered, getting a flutter of the eyelashes from Rarity.

"Oh come now, must I spell it out for you? You're an attractive stallion and I offered you to share my bed with me..." Rarity said, patting the bed beside her, "...and want to share my body with you too."

The stallion's jaw dropped.

Author's Note

* - The Carribouean islands are where the deer of the Carribou tribes originated, the islands well known for their high-quality rum and rasta music.

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Rarity you're not being very subtle, are you?