Remembering Rarity

by Moon Flame

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Comedy, Rarity, Tragedy, Caramel
Length: 4076

Caremel keeps forgetting things. He forgets his lunch, his tools, the names of his friends and family. Rarity woves to give him something he'll never forget.

Caremel keeps forgetting things. So far his friends and family have made jokes about it no problem, but when his forgetfulness causes him to almost lose his job it finally drives him to the brink of leaving Ponyville for good and never return.

Rarity is looking for a date. She sees Caremel and his struggles. Rarity may not understand how that self absorbed colt can forget his own street name of which he's been living on all his life, but one thing she can understand:

That handsome stallion will never forget about her when she is done with him.

Published 2017-11-05 09:30:07 UTC
Last updated 2017-11-05 09:30:07 UTC

Remembering Rarity

He thought as hard as he could. He knew he shouldn’t do that. By now he knew that the harder he tried to think about this pony’s name the closer he would get to the name of that other pony.

Time was running out, Awkwardness would soon be unavoidable.

The co-worker trotted up. It was unavoidable, least embarrassing course of action initiated.

“Hi there, Caramel!” The co-worker greeted.

“Hi there.” Caramel answered plainly.

There was a moment of silence. The co-worker looked bewildered at the light brown stallion, both of them wearing their clown outfits along with their mandatory clown hats.

“So? When does the show start?” Caramel asked naturally.

The co-workers mouth rose. He continued with an incredulous smile on his face.

“You don’t know that? The time table for the show have been nailed on the billboard since last moon.”

Caremel felt his chest start aching.

“Oh, I guess I forgot.” Caramel said, he then did what always did with his shame, laughed it away.

“Hehehe, I’m so forgetful. At least I remember the routines for the barrel dive.”

“Yea. Me to. It’s always a good idea to prepare for next week’s rodeo gig in advance.”

Caramels smile remained static.

“Next week?”

“Yes, today it was the bungee pull. You did remember to bring your bungee belt, did you?”

Caramel felt his chest start aching again. His cursed brain remembered alright. The belt was lying at the table back home in Ponyville. The co-worker continued.

“You remember, didn’t you? That belt that allow you to get pulled in again after you pull out? You know, in and out, in and out, in and out? You remembered, don’t you?”

“Yes, I remember.” Caramel lied.

“Great. Colt, I can’t describe how lucky I am that I got my working contract renewed until next month. Have you heard anything yet Caramel? This is the end of the month after all.”

It was like Caramels aching chest fell into an abyss and escaped the very fabric of space and time.

“No, not yet. But I’m sure it will be fine.”

The co-worker punched his hoof on Caremel in a colty gesture.

“I know it will.”

Fuck, here we go again. Caremel thought. It had always been this way with him and his forgetfulness. One day he remembers everything, everypony can trust him fine and there is no awkwardness. Then, the next day everything suddenly goes to shit.

Outside the audience ponies had started taking their seats, the rodeo was about to start. It would take a break after the first act. That would be the time when the rodeo clowns would come out and entertain the audience members until the second act. But Caremel had ample time to get back to Ponyville and get that belt before he was expected to do his part. He thought about this as he snuck out the back door.

He took the carriage back to Ponyville, paying for the ride in bits. It was these kinds of trips that he and his family would joke about later when his father and mother came to visit. He couldn’t wait to tell them this story later. As a rodeo clown Caramels purpose was laughter, and it was with laughter that he would brush this of.

“It was so nice of you to take me to this restaurant.” The white unicorn complimented her date, trying to put the energy back in the conversation. The stallion straightened his tie.

“I remember how much you liked these kinds of luxury restaurants.” The stallion smiled and hoof motioned the numerous silverware's on the table.

“Indeed, you remembered. Oh, and is that a diamond?”

“Yes, a sapphire, I remember how much you liked those Rarity.”

“Yes. They are divine.” Rarity said without much energy. The stallion smiled at Rarity like he had just done her taxes. He then went on.

“Oh, by the way. I saw this new clothing line in the magazine today.”

The stallion kept bringing up things that he knew Rarity liked. Eventually Rarity started feeling singled out.

“How about you? What are a stallion like you into?” She asked.

The stallion then went on telling Rarity about his interests, all of them Rarity had already read about in advance. Now and then they matched something that Rarity liked also.

“Me to!” She exclaimed in that moment. The stallion laughed.

“I figured.” He said with enthusiasm.

“Oh.” Rarity said awkwardly. The stallion looked at her worried.

“Is something wrong? You seem distracted.”

Rarity pulled herself together.

“Oh no. Nothing, I’m just so glad we finally had time to meet in pony. After all, I’ve only read about you in your letters to me.”

“Yea, me to. It is so nice to finally talk about the things that we like rather than simply read about it.”

After the dinner Rarity trotted out with her date.

“Hear from you soon?” He asked.

“Oh, yes.” Rarity coughed. “Hear from you.”

She wouldn’t hear. This was the third colt she had meet via that mail matching service. It was so nice to know that the pony you would be meeting wasn’t a weirdo before you saw him eye to eye, and so far, all of these stallions had been a perfect match.

So why did it always die after their first meeting? Rarity felt like a stone was pushing down inside her as she walked down the main street of Ponyville.

Is there something wrong with me? She wondered.

Now, most ponies might think that for a unicorn as beautiful as Rarity, with her snowy white coat and blue mane pouring down from the sides of her head like water in a creek, finding a stallion to fuck the bejesus out of would be no problem. After all, practically everypony knew who she was. There wasn’t a single pony that didn’t remember…

“Oh.” Rarity gasped when somepony suddenly bumped into her.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!”

Rarity gained her bearings.

“It’s alright darling, I’ll be fine” Rarity immediately recognized her neighbor. She smiled.

“Hi there, Caramel.”

The earth pony looked at the white unicorn like he had just seen a ghost.

“Hi there. Ah… You.”

“Me?” Rarity asked bewildered.

The carriage back to the rodeo town was arriving ahead. Caramel didn’t have time to save this situation.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I know I’ve seen you somewhere but I just keep forgetting things, you know.”

There was a tinge of self-scolding in Caramels voice. He laughed it away. Rarity looked straight into Caramels blue eyes. She knew nothing about this pony, other than that he was a rodeo clown and that he pulled her carriage to the gala once.

“I’m sorry but I have to go, I’m in a hurry!” Caramel exclaimed and galloped away.

Rarity watched him jump into the carriage ahead. She still had his eyes in her mind. His eyes remembered her, but why didn’t he?

Caramel felt the carriage thumping into rocks under him. It thumped, and thumped, and thumped and thumped. He took a gaze out of the window, catching a glimpse of the town that hosted the rodeo show in the distance. If he was lucky the first act would drag out and it wouldn’t be too late. He already had his clown outfit put on, almost. He just had to…

Caramels eyes grew dim. In his memories he could see his mandatory clown hat. It was lying neatly at the table back home in Ponyville. He forgot it while he was fetching his bungee belt, the same damn table that he left that stupid belt on.

“Wait!” He shouted at the pullers. The pullers stopped.

“Yes? What is it? You want to change course?” One of them asked.

Caramel hesitated. He figured he could ask for somepony else’s hat, but then he would have to admit to everypony that he forgot his belt and therefore forgot his hat, only because he forgot that there was no barrel dive and...

What was her name?

Caramel remembered that beautiful white unicorn. He remembered that she was his neighbor and that he pulled her carriage once, but how would he ever know her if he couldn’t remember her name? The blank stare on her face came back to him now. He could never remember, he never remembered anything. He might as well forget his own name.

“I get off here.” Caramel answered weakly.

“Sure son? We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Perfect.” Caramel sulked.

“Sure, you don’t me to come back later friend? You seem a little down.” The dragger asked as he saw Caramel jump out. There was a half irritating answer.

“If you do your job I learn to do mine.”

“OK son, didn’t mean to be clingy.”

The dragger kept galloping his empty carriage toward town. He took a worried glance back at the light brown pony that now seemed to walk straight into the dessert. He hoped he wasn’t planning on doing something stupid.

Rarity heard the boutique bell ringing as she exited it. Around her the ponies of Ponyville was all doing their part for the bolstering community.

One Plumber was pumping his gigantic sucker against the clogged sewer pipe. There was a sucking sound when he pumped it up and down repeatedly. It sucked, and sucked, and sucked, and sucked. The water came spurting out as he removed his sucking tool.

Rarity kept trotting happily toward the spa, hoping to meet up with Apple Jack on the way. She passed the street ahead, catching a glimpse at that carriage again. One of the dragger stallions was now looking at her like he wanted something from her. Rarity trotted up to him.

“Was there anything you needed?”

The dragger looked left and right before replying.

“Do you remember that light brown pony that bumped into you earlier, you remember him guys, don’t you?” The dragger turned to his colt colleagues. They all took turn answering him.

“Oh yes, we remember him bumping into Rarity.”

“Oh, yea. He bumped her alright.”

“Yea, it was like, BANG.”

The dragger looked at Rarity again.

“He bumped you so hard Rarity. Do you remember him?”

Rarity seemed to think for a moment. Her face lit up.

“You mean Caramel? Oh, yea I remember him bumping me, I do. What about him?”

“I know this isn’t really my business, but I think he might need your help. Poor lad asked us to pull over, then he just walked straight into the dessert.”

“Why would he do that?” Rarity asked worried.

“I don’t know, but he didn’t look that great.”

Caramel kicked the sand. He watched it unfold like a wing before laying itself over the ground. Its corns laid tightly over each other, moving back and forth by the blowing wind. At least they had each other. Did he have any real friends, or did they all just feel sorry for him?

No, he had no friends. He had no friends, no mare and soon he would have no job. The question pushed down on him. Should he leave Ponyville for good and start over someplace else? He felt the stone in his tummy grow heavier as the answer came to him:

No, it wouldn’t matter. Even after a couple of moons he would still not remember the names of all the new ponies he would meet.

Caramel stood up. He took of his bungee belt along with his clown costume and tossed it.

“FUUUUUUUUCK!” He roared.

Caramel crumbled down and laid his head against the hot surface. He closed his eyes and let himself rest away his anger. Caramel couldn’t hear the carriage arriving behind him. He had his eyes open now, listening to his self-loathing thoughts. He heard hooves walking up behind him.

“Caramel?” A familiar voice sounded.

It was a cute mare voice filled with worry. Caramel turned around. His eyes widened in wonder at the sight of the beautiful unicorn, her white coat shining brightly against the warming sun.

“Caramel, is everything alright?”

Caramel looked down at the sand.

“No.”

“Forgive me for being personal, but would you mind telling me about it?” Rarity asked.

“If I remember it.” Caramel sulked.

“You don’t remember it?”

There was a short silence.

“Yes, I remember it.” Caramel finally admitted.

Rarity walked closer. Her horned shadow laid itself over the sand in front of him.

“Then what is it?”

“It is… It is…” Caramel cracked. He started crying, his tears dripping down into the sand. “I keep forgetting everything.” He sobbed.

“That’s alright. I forget things to.” Rarity comforted.

Caramel pulled himself together. He answered with a slightly less cracked voice.

“Not like me. I forget my wallet, my clothes, my appointments, everything important. I forget the names of everypony I meet, even my friends, I have even forgotten the name of the street where I grew up. Nopony can trust me, and neither should they.”

Rarity looked down at the crumbled piece of brown coat. She opened her mouth, ready to tell Caramel the truth, but instead she found herself narrowing down her speech. It ended up being one simple phrase.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?”

It was like Caramels sadness had vaporized into thin air. A bewildered appearance festered on his face, out of view from the white pony.

She wants to have dinner, with ME?

Caramel turned to the white unicorn. He looked into her understanding eyes.

“But miss, I don’t remember your name. What was…?”

“Oh no, not now.” Rarity interrupted Caramel. “Just remember to show up tonight at the Fancy Silver Cup and I’ll tell you my name.”

“After everything I just told you, are you sure I will remember to show up?” Caramel asked with an incredulous smile.

Rarity walked up to Caramel, looking at him suggestively while curving her backside.

“You will.”

Rarity turned around, letting her blue tail rise up and streak him over the nose. Caramel felt his heart thump faster than his anger ever could. Behind him a surrogate thought he saw something move. Rapidly he rose is long body until his round head pierced the sky.

It was the evening of the dinner. Caramel was galloping back and forth inside his apartment, trying to get his shit together. The rodeo show had turned up well in the end after a college had borrowed him an old hat. But much like this evening, Caramel had spent the entire rodeo gig thinking about that white unicorn, the one that he now believes were called Rarity.

The scent of her tail still lingered on him. The sight of her butt being turned in his direction, needless to say, he wondered if that small cupboard in front of him would fall over if he became ‘acquaintance’ with it, just a small minute to clear his mind?

Caramel made acquaintance with it.

The cupboard couldn’t talk. Caramel wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing, but he should fix that loose leg on it. It was squeaking terribly.

After putting on the finest tux his rodeo clown salary could afford he made his way to the Fancy Silver Cup. He was now standing in line outside the restaurant. His hooves were shaking, by the cold or the tensions he wasn’t sure. Suddenly the white unicorn showed up.

“Hi their Caramel, I see you remembered.”

“Hehehe, yes.” Caramel laughed nervously and gulped.

“Well, let’s have seat then.”

The waiter showed them to their seats. They then placed their orders. Caramel ordered an apple moussaka with salad while Rarity ordered two hay sausages with rice and butter served in a separate cup.

Caramel barely noticed when the food came. Every time he took his eyes of Rarity he was afraid that he would seem anti-social. He now watched Rarity take the small brush that came with her food. She dipped it in the cup filled with butter, it’s thick substance turning inside the cup. She then used it to cover the sausage. It glistened in the light of the candles as Rarity wettened it.

“Pardon me for being curious Caramel, but how did the rodeo show go? I heard you ran late.” Rarity asked.

“It went over fine.” Caramel replied. Caramel didn’t want this mare to know that he might be out of the job soon, seeing he didn’t get to hear about any contract renewals.

“So, what exactly is it that you do?” Rarity asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from Caramel.

“Oh, it’s a bit.” Caramel coughed. “You know, embarrassing. I’m a rodeo clown.”

“Oh, really.” Rarity said enthusiastically.

“Yep, that’s what I do Rarity.”

Rarity gasped.

“You remember my name?”

“Yes.” Caramel said and gazed at Rarity. Rarity studied his face. It seemed like something was releasing inside him, finally letting him go. “Yes, of course I do.”

Caramel then went on talking about his job. He described how making other ponies laugh made him happy, much like Pinkie Pie Rarity thought. He showed Rarity a trick when he spilled over a glass of water in a comical way. Rarity laughed, not just because it was funny but because it was unexpected. She finally started to understand why her earlier dates hadn’t worked out. It was purely the joy of discovery. Those times she had known about what they did through their letters to her. But with Caramel everything, except the fact that he worked as a clown, was new to her. And since it now came from him directly she had the luxury to get to know him while finding out these things, something that the letters simply could not offer her. Rarity was happy to tell Caramel about her own interests.

“As a clothing designer I own several boutiques, one of them is in Canterlot, believe it or not.”

“Canterlot? I’ve been to in Canterlot.” Caramel said.

“You’ve been?” Rarity asked, actually surprised this time.

“Yes. I rented a gallery for my paintings a while back.”

“You paint?!” Rarity exclaimed. She had no idea about this.

“Yes, I do.” Caramel answered. “I’ve been painting since I was a small colt. It faded a bit after I began entertain ponies, but I still do it sometimes.” Caramel now looked dreamily at Rarity. “I always liked to put the beautiful things in life into frame.”

Rarity felt like she was being filled with that hot substance that she fiddled with. Caramel was talking about her, she was the beautiful thing in life. She looked down at the sausage that she had constantly smeared butter on for almost ten minutes. She looked at Caramel and laughed. Caramel laughed back.

After the dinner Rarity and Caramel trotted out of the Restaurant.

“Same time next week?” Caramel asked.

This time Rarity didn’t need to say anything. They both simply smiled at each other before leaving.

A week passed. It turned out that Caramel had his working contract renewed the week before, his boss had merely forgotten to tell him. Despite being the one in the dark Caramel had no problem feeling sympathy for him. Rarity and Caramel had dinner at the same place, to the same joy as before.

One more week passed. Rarity invited Caramel into her boutique. There she showed him all her gowns and decors.

Rarity and Caramel were now sitting inside the restaurant with empty plates in front of them. The waiter came forth with the note. Caramel reached down for his bits bag.

“Oh no, not this again.”

“What is it?” Rarity asked.

“I’ve forgotten my bits bag.”

“Didn’t you leave it in my boutique earlier?”

“I did?” Caramel asked.

“I think you did, in fact I believe I saw it by the mirror. I’ll pay this time and then I’ll let you in.”

After the dinner Rarity followed Caramel to her boutique. The Ponyville night sky sparkled its stars above. She let him in through the front door. Just like she said the purse was lying at the table where she usually worked. Caramel felt the shame creep up on him again.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t know how I manage to forget these things.” Caramel said and walked toward the closed exit behind Rarity. Rarity raised her hoof and put it on his chest.

“And where do you think you’re going?” She asked softly.

“The exit. That is the exit, isn’t it?”.

“I said, ‘where’ do you think you’re going?” She whispered to him.

“I’m going…” Caramels voice dwindled. It then was like they were speaking to each other using only their eyes.

Raritys blue eyes asked.

Go where?

Caramel leaned forward. He rubbed his nose against hers.

Here His eyes answered before he closed them and kissed her.

It started of slowly, felling her lips merely investigate him. Her tongue was now joining the investigation, rubbing itself against his tongue, teasing it to enter her mouth and investigate her.

It was then like the rest of his body joined in on the investigation. Caramel raised his right hoof and laid it over Raritys head, wanting to pull her closer. Rarity answered. She moved in on him and pressed him up against the desk, forcing him to stand on two hooves. She got up and wrapped both her front hooves around him. There she sucked his lips, put her back hoof between his hind legs and let his dick touch it. Slowly, Caramel felt it rise against her leg. Rarity opened her blue eyes.

“Caramel?” She asked.

Caramel looked into her eyes. He understood. Rarity obliged and turned around. She raised her tail and let it touch his nose, leaving herself open. Caramel stepped forward and hurled himself up on her back. He kept hurling until he had his head beside her horn. He felt his dick hit a soft spot behind her, it felt like it could be penetrated. He hurled his backside forward, feeling his dick enter a warm corridor. He heard Rarity gasp while he breathed out his pleasure. His heart thumped up to his head, his reptile brain agreed on the heart. He started thumping her. He thumped her slowly first, feeling his dick move inside a wet confined space. He moaned in pleasure. He thumped her faster. He felt his knees hurt when Rarity started moving forward a little.

“Bite my ears, big stallion there, bite them.” Rarity gasped out.

Caramel did what she said. I turned out to be a good idea. No matter how much he thumped her now they wouldn’t move away from each other. He could now thump her faster.

“Do you remember me now?” Rarity asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you remember me Caramel!?”

“Yes!”

“Remember me!”

“Yes!”

“REMEMBER ME!”

“I REMEMBER YOU!” Caramel roared.

“YOU REMEMBER ME!?”

“YES!”

“REMEMBER MY NAME!”

There were now smacking sounds where his dick entered her.

“REMEMBER ME!” Rarity demanded

“RARITY!

“YES! REMEMBER ME HARDER!”

“RARITY!”

“HARDER!”

“RARITY!”

“HARDER!”

“RARITY!”

“YES! YES! YES!”

Rarity gave out a loud roar of pleasure. Her horn gave a spark. A couple of sewing strings went flying across the room. Caramel opened his mouth and screamed while his sperm spurted inside her. Raritys knees started shaking. They both crumbled down to the floor.

They laid on the floor breathing for over a minute. Caramel had his hoof over her belly.

“Caramel?” Rarity asked in her breath.

“Yes?”

“If you had mixed my name up I would have murdered you.”

Caramel laughed.

“Yes, but it didn’t.”

“No, you didn’t, but do you know why you didn’t?”

There was silence. Rarity answered her own question.

“Because you have your head in the blue Caramel. I was an artist when I was a filly and I had the same problem as you.”

“You had?”

“Yes, I had, until socializing became a necessity in my line of work, that’s when I realized the truth. You need to show interest in other ponies, dare wanting to find out more about them. When you know who they are you are also going to remember their names, along with everything else about them.”

“Wow, I think I know now. Thanks for the lesson.” Caramel said.

Raritys white body bumped with her laughter. They later laughed their way up to the bedroom where they spent the rest of the night together, along with many nights to come.