Hoity Toity was, no is, a big name in fashion. His acceptance got your clothing line out there and granted instant fame. His disapproval killed your career, never allowing your clothes to ever see the light of day. He often wore what he approved of and shifting between new and old clothes he liked to make his own personal look. Yet right now, he stood on top of his balcony of his apartment, overlooking Manehattan. All he wore was his purple robe, it covering his naked body underneath it.
His home was near the fiftieth floor, not fully remembering whether or not if he was higher than that or not. It had been so long since he even looked at the buttons anymore, it now simply engrained into his muscles to press it.
In the end, it didn't matter. The view was amazing. Simply looking out towards the windows, he could see the city. It was a sight to see the people walking by like ants while the cars on the road seemed like colorful ladybugs that shined their elegant colors during the night. The lights of the little bugs mixed in with their hives that they called buildings, shining their brilliant colors through the lunar princess' gift to them called the night. It did pain him that he needed to go out onto see the stars of the night or the disc of the day. His condo just being low enough to miss the celestial bodies. The windows in his home were practically the walls for his living room and had been designed for it to be comfortable, not to get blinded by the Sun for one's silly desires.
In the end, it was a little pet peeve. Just being in elements to indulge himself wasn't so bad, actually seeming to enrich things.
Like this night, he could feel the wind blowing softly around him. The sounds of the city and its disorganized warm lights clashing against the calm, cold stars placed carefully in the quiet night sky. He couldn't help, but smirk to himself.
"The Ultimate Contrast." He muttered to himself before giving a snicker at himself. "291 times now?" The stallion said to himself before shaking his head. "I've lost count again. Each night is beautiful, but yet it insists I repeat myself every other night." He sighed before walking back into his apartment.
It was large and cost more than most ponies made in a year per month. The lights had been dimmed for the night as he wasn't expecting guests, the large screen TV he had mainly for show was off like usual. In the kitchen, a couple strides away from the living room, meaning several from the entrance of the balcony, his phone lighted up. A little ding was made to notify him it was an email rather than his twitter or text.
Which was odd as most didn't have his email. Only clients and those he sponsored had his email, but most simply used his number. It had to be last minute and important as it wasn't a text. He picked it up and noticed it was from...
"Miss Rarity?" He said in shock, reading over the subject of the email before he swiped to confirm it. While he typed in the six digit passcode, he pondered about the title she had put in. One that he never expected to get from her.
"Need Trained." A title that meant nothing to those who had his phone and lacked the knowledge he held. The knowledge of the sexfighting league. A place where he was as well known as he was amongst fashion. It was something he got into shortly after his own fashion line had been approved and shown on the run way. His sexual skills had been realized after spending some personal time with a few of the nobles that sponsored him. After that, he quickly gained the rank of "Incubus", which was the third highest out of ten, and was feared by most competitors, as he would leave most unconscious, numb, or the in between phase of the two.
He had gone towards becoming a mentor, having gotten bored by most of the members of the league. Those he looked into faced the same risk as the designers he criticized. Only a hand full of the dozens he saw over the years had been successful, Rarity being one of them.
The email was brought up and quickly read the instructions disguised as suggestions. She had stumbled across a sexfighter who had just come into town and the other mare wasn't able to walk without help of a cane. A few questions were asked, but it lead to a stallion named Big Mac. A stallion that had become an official member of the league due to his destruction of past members, but the letter of acceptance never got to him for some reason. So, now he was apart of it and no one ever told him about it. Rarity asked him how many he met that wanted to fuck him with the last month, in much less blunt terms, and his answer was five. He also claimed to have won all of his 'matches' and was confused by why they were trying to be so rough despite it being called 'casual'. It was obviously an attempt to get an easy win, but it seemed to fail each and every time.
Then, Rarity tested him. The proof of it was displayed by an amateur video of the farm pony plowing the league's greatest members into her very own bed. The video was edited, showing off each cumshot. All were large and thick, but most shocking part was Rarity moaning. Not many could make Rarity do that. The fact he could see the Sun set and the light faded into the white rays of the Moon meant he had tremendous stamina. At the very least, he lasted for an hour or more inside of a mare that could drain most in ten minutes.
He was two tiers below her in terms of pure sexual ability, the demigod rank. Rarity, on the other hand, was that of Queen Succubi, a rank above Hoity himself. She put no attempt into defeating him and simply enjoyed herself, not something sexfighters could do due to how most are. In the end of the video, she rode him to one last orgasm in the cowgirl position where he finally fell asleep underneath her and with suddenly going black.
He had tickets that fashionista had bought for him, a time to come down, and where to meet up. He groaned as she gave him a few days to change his schedule, but knew he couldn't pass on a chance like this. It had been far too long since he had seen his star pupil and maybe there could another good stallion in the league. There were too many hot heads with no stamina and relying on size alone.
He gave out a small yawn. "Time to get some sleep and get ready for my trip." He muttered to himself before heading towards his bedroom. His mind began to ponder how rare it was for someone to naturally be at demigod. Rarity was at imp when they first started and while that was only a tier down, but that difference was vast. It might as well be comparing a sea to an ocean.
She also was very busy for her newfound status, many wished to knock a queen and others sought to claim her to be their queen. While Hoity Toity was an incubus, he was in the middle ground of being feared by weaker members while not be deemed worth it by those on his level or above. So, he had few opponents and that gave him time to train the young stallion with more attention than Rarity, who needed to balance her sexfighter life alongside her regular one.
While wandered into his room, he could see the river shining from the Moon's light. It was quite and he could never see the depths of such a river. "Will he be like this dark river? Are we only seeing only the surface of your power, when I dive in will I see so much more." He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Though you will only be used as her buffer, something Rarity will use to make her life be so hectic."
He paused for a moment, undoing the knot around his waist that kept the robe onto his body. "I doubt that's main reason for it. More like preparing you for her possible rivals, but I know the thought has crossed her mind." His gaze shifted to his bed. "Well, it doesn't matter at the end of the day. Either you are worth the effort or you are not. If you're not, I will break you." He then headed off to bed.