The Date

by GorisTheDeathclaw

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Rarity, Other, Sex, Romance
Length: 979

You try to overcome your social anxiety to ask Rarity on a date. You get more than you bargained for

2nd Person fic with Rarity.

You are a socially awkward, quiet, unremarkable resident of Ponyville. Will you be able to overcome this to ask the most beautiful mare in Ponyville on a date? Some sexual content towards the end ;)

Published 2012-07-20 18:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-20 18:34:01 UTC

The Date

The Carousel Boutique stands before you. Normally it would be a beautiful marvel of architecture; however today it seems to more like a dark, foreboding tower straight out of a fantasy movie.

You try to calm your fragile, shattered nerves. "Okay... It's all good. You can do this. You can do it. Just focus."

Today is the day you ask your crush on a date. Rarity. Just saying her name in your head makes your heart melt. You desperately try to ignore the vice grip social anxiety has on your stomach, and approach the door. After standing at the door for a while, you finally get the courage to knock. The urge to run away and forget the whole idea right there is overwhelming, but you must persevere. You hear hoofsteps getting closer to the door, before it finally opens. Before you now stands Rarity, and she looks more beautiful than ever. Her luscious purple perfectly-groomed mane cascades down her shoulders. Her sparkling blue eyes stare up at you. Her pristine white fur seems to glitter in the early morning sun. She is still wearing her fluffy pink dressing gown.

“Hello, darling” she coos. “It’s very early… my shop isn’t open yet, I’m afraid.”
You stutter hopelessly for a moment before gathering your thoughts.
“Um… Rarity, I… I… was wondering if you wanted to go on a date?” You manage to force the sentence it took you hours to prepare out at last, and immediately regret it. She would probably hate you forever. She’d probably tell all her friends about the idiot who tried to date her, and they’d all laugh about you. She’d probably…

Your wildly anxious train of thought is broken when Rarity seems to sense your nervousness and puts a comforting hoof on your shoulder. She stares into your eyes, her eyes radiating understanding and comfort. “Why, I’d be honoured to spend the day with you!” She smiles at you softly.

Your date with Rarity has been absolutely the best day of your life. You’re about to bid her goodnight and head for home, when she takes your hoof in hers and leads you to her bedroom.

“Haa…” she slurs, slightly tipsy on wine. “Come on… you can’t end the night that early!”

You weakly and half-heartedly protest the sudden turn in events, before giving up and following her into her bedroom. She lets out a drunken cackle before falling back onto her bed, giving you the bedroom eyes. She holds out her arms, and you fall into her embrace. You begin kissing her and softly stroking her mane. She puts more force behind the kiss, forcing your lips open with her tongue and deeply tongue-kissing you. Your heart rate has probably quadrupled by now. Still she deepens the kiss further. You can smell her mane. It’s a weird combination of flowers and vanilla – probably some type of shampoo, you reason.

Rarity eventually breaks the kiss, much to your disappointment. After you both finish gasping for breath, she stares at you with an even more seductive gaze than before. She smiles and mutters the two words you've been waiting for.

“Take me.”
You eagerly oblige, taking your cock into your hands.

Your flaccid cock.

“Uhh… Rarity… uh…”
“Yes, darling? What is it?”
Suddenly a look of horror crosses her face.
“Oh god… I haven’t gone too far, have I? Please say I haven’t scared you off…”
You immediately put her fears to rest. “No.. no. I’m seriously eager to, uh, ‘do you’, but…we have a slight issue, here...”
Rarity chuckles softly. “Haha… oh, are you worried about the size of your penis? Trust me, it’s not the size that-“
“NO!” you interject. “It’s just that… I can’t get an erection.”
She looks at you in confusion. “…what?”
You sigh. “I can’t get my penis up.”
She just looks even more confused.
“MY COCK ISN’T FUCKING WORKING!” you scream.
She looks vaguely frightened, and still confused. “It’s alright… if you aren’t in the mood now, we can do this another time…”
“NO!!” You scream once more. “I WANT TO BANG YOU BUT IT WON’T. GET. UP.”
You scream before grabbing your soft, floppy wang and chaotically rolling it around in your hand like some kind of gruesome Atari joystick. “WHY WON’T IT START? WHY WON’T IT FUCKING WORK?!”

Your cries of anguish appear to have caused Rarity to withdraw to the opposite end of the bed from you. She is shaking with fear and looking at you with the most horrified expression you have ever seen.
“Look… we can just…” she sputters out before you interrupt her with another bout of screaming.
“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHY WON’T IT JUST WORK?!? This is so RIDICULOUS! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!" You begin to get a burning headache. "Whenever I get called out in class to give a presentation, suddenly I get some kind of frigging TURBO-BONER but now I actually NEED a turbo-boner there's just no movement! WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?!"

Rarity, still shivering with fear, begins to back out of the room.
“No! Rarity! Wait! Can’t we just try anyway? It might not be as good, but I still won’t have to be a virgin anymore!”

She bolts from the room, sobbing. You hear her charge down the stairs.
"Rarity! Wait!" you whine.
You hear her talking into the telephone. "H-hello... police? Th-there's a... man in my house who... I don't know what happened... he just... please.. send someone over.. p-please..." Then you hear the front door slam and see her through the window, sprinting into the distance, leaving you and your lame-ass schlong far behind her.

This causes rage to overtake your senses and you begin violently tugging on your cock, screaming a torrent of obscene abuse at it.

That’s the last thing you remember before waking up in a straight-jacket.