Quickies

Prompt #4: "The first morning of the honeymoon for Rarity and her special somepony."

“Oh, Celestia, yesss....”

She sprawled on the messy bed, the back of her hoof on her overheated white forehead, biting her lip in a way she knew would rouse him from whatever remained of his exhaustion and his hangover. They finally had some time alone, and they had been eagerly putting it to use. Her wedding dress hung on a chair in the hotel, his tuxedo was scattered on the floor.

His hands slid over her body, and he gripped her shoulder as he guided his shaft into her. She was very ready for this – his fingers and lips and tongue knew the spots that drove her wild, that made her melt.

Sensing her desire, his pace increased. He had done such a good job of getting her ready.

She wouldn't need long.

In a manner of minutes, she was panting his name – her new husband's name.

“Chris... Chris... oooohhhhh....”

She had spent so much time imagining her perfect wedding. It had never been easy for her to find that special someone who would be her perfect mate; reality had a way of disappointing her.

Perhaps she should not have been surprised that she would find the right man for her in another universe. With him, reality had finally trumped her romantic dreams.

He was so very good at this, this human she had fallen in love with. A sweet, lapping wave of pleasure took her, and she moaned his name as she climaxed.

They lay together on the unmade bed, enjoying the warm after-glow. As she came back to her senses, she heard his voice whispering in her ear.

“So, why did Dad leave the reception so early? Mom looked really mad.”

Rarity giggled. She loved pillow talk and she loved gossip.

“Well, it was his own fault. I just can't believe what they did...”

“You know what my Dad said when we first started seeing each other? 'Son, she's a horse.'”

Rarity laughed. She still had enough of a hangover that it hurt a little.

“Oh dear. Well, now he certainly knows better.”

He chuckled. “Tell me what you saw.”

The first cross-universe wedding had been a big deal, both for Chris and his family and friends and Rarity's herd of comrades and acquaintances. A good chunk of Ponyville came to the ceremony, and even Princess Luna joined in, helping the pastor bless their union.

All of Rarity's closet friends were there, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie. Twilight had made a wonderful bridesmaid, helping Rarity make it through the preparations and organize their honeymoon. Applejack brought Big Macintosh and Apple Bloom along, and Apple Bloom had roped Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle into serving as flower girls. Pinkie Pie was responsible for the reception, and had invited most of the town to the celebration.

A horde of colorful ponies streamed out of the church after the ceremony. Rarity noted that Twilight caught her bridal bouquet. They had rented out the suite of one of the fanciest hotels in town for the reception, and soon Pinkie Pie and Vinyl Scratch had the mixed crowd of humans and ponies out on the dance-floor.

A few ponies avoided the hustle of the party, and kept themselves a little apart. Princess Luna was alone, but she looked sincerely happy for the bride and groom, and observed the celebration with a broad smile.

Rarity took a brief break from dancing to see to the guests. Her father in law and a familiar green unicorn mare were off in a corner talking amiably while they sipped their drinks.

Lyra Heartstrings was fascinated with the new world, and the strange humans that inhabited it. Rarity was only too happy to give her the chance to get to know it better.

“Oh my, if only I had known...”

“Lyra, huh?”

“Don't be angry at her, she's a darling – and I think she's in enough trouble with Bon Bon.”

Rarity noted the rapport budding between her father-in-law and Lyra, but thought nothing of it. But as the party wore on, she noticed that Lyra and the older human seemed to be spending most of their time together. Was Lyra flirting with him?

A few hours later, Princess Luna needed to leave early, to return to her duties in Canterlot. Rarity graciously offered to fetch her travel cloak from the coat check.

She heard the muffled grunts as she located the Princess' cloak. They certainly sounded like they were having fun. She couldn't resist sneaking a peek.

Lyra's front hooves stretched out in front of her, and her head was down low, eyes half-open and mane mussed, her haunches held high with her tail arching over her green back.

Behind her, Rarity's father-in-law was balls deep in the minty man-loving mare, pants around his knees, thrusting vigorously, his hands firmly grasping her green harp-festooned flanks.

“Oh, God,” Chris couldn't stop laughing. “It hurts to laugh....”

“I know, darling. In case you were wondering why I starting drinking so much.”

“I understand....” Chris had to gasp for breath between fits of laughter. “I understand completely.”

As Rarity hurried away from the sordid scene, carrying the Princess' cloak, she saw Bon Bon and her mother-in-law closing in on the garderobe.

There was nothing to be done. It was only a matter of time. Rarity quickly presented the Princess' cloak with a bow, and was in the middle of wishing the Princess of the Night as safe journey home as the screaming began.

“Are you scandalized?” Chris asked playfully.

“Scandalized, shocked, and appalled,” replied Rarity. “If it weren't so hilarious, I'd be mortified.”

“Well,” purred Chris, “we can't have that.”

And then they began to make the bed even messier.