A Realistic Futaquestria Story
Rarity was sitting on her living room couch, her legs crossed – albeit uncomfortably – perusing the latest 'sack-fashion monthly.' There was a delightful menagerie of hemp fashion ware that she absolutely needed to experiment with down the line. As she flipped the page, there was a brief moment when the sunlight from the window disappearing as someone passed on by. She stopped flipping the pages, her finger acting a rudimentary bookmark as she rose to her feet, brow arched and eye directed toward the window. Suddenly, almost immediately after she climbed to her feet, the doorbell rang.
Brrrrring! it chimed, and the corner of Rarity's lip curved upward into a slight smile.
"Visitor?" she remarked pleasantly, placing the open magazine flat on the coffee table, straightening out her blouse; throwing her sights toward the hallway to her home's entrance. "This early?"
Brrrrring! it rang again, hastening Rarity's steps toward the door.
"Coming~" she sang, making her way to the front door, her hand reaching out around the doorknob; ready to greet her impatient company. She opened her purple hardwood door, the dawn sunlight bathing the interior of her home, the warm light pleasant upon her coat. "Oh, Rainbow Dash? What a pleasant surprise. Although I wasn't expecting to play to host to anypony today."
Rainbow Dash was clad in workout attire. She sported the Wonderbolt colours on her apparel, with blue being the primary colour and yellow the secondary on everything from her tight fitting vest to her sporty trainers. "Hey, Rarity," Rainbow greeted, raising her hand up in hello, wearing her trademark cocksure grin. "No need to trouble yourself. I was just wondering if I could borrow a few eggs."
Rarity, who was now leaning casually against the hallway wall, arched a brow. "Eggs? Whatever for? Are you telling me you came here without eating breakfast first? You know that's bad for you?" Rarity was well aware of her nagging, but if her friend didn't care for her own wellbeing then who would?
Rainbow waved her hand, swatting away the questions, grinning. "Nah, nothing like that. I just ran out of protein powder so I thought-"
"You'd improvise?" Rarity smirked, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, since the store isn't open this early." Rainbow nodded, crossing her arms. "So if I could have the carton, I'll pay you back, promise."
Rarity sighed, pushing from the wall. "Certainly. Also, forego the bits. I planned on going grocery shopping today anyway," the seamstress assured, placing up an open palm to add punctuation to her tone. "I'll go fetch them for you now. Be back in just a moment," she spoke over her shoulder as she departed, disappearing into the kitchen.
Rainbow awaited patiently by the door, tapping her foot upon the gravel stone, when suddenly... she got an itch. She creased her brow, trying to will it to disappear, but alas, it was futile. She clenched her teeth, thinking to herself, "Rarity will back soon. I can't do it here. Just need to get my eggs and leave." However, as the seconds passed - which to her seemed an eternity - her mind got back to thinking. "She is taking awhile. Just a quick scratch won't hurt, right?" Finally, after some self assurance, her right hand delved low; her fingers coming to rest over her groin, assuming a talon like shape, and she began to scratch.
"Rainbow!" Rarity exclaimed, aghast, catching the athlete in the act; holding the white egg carton in her hands. Rainbow stared back at her bugeyed and red cheeked, fingers digging into her nuts. "Just what in Celestia's name are you doing!?"
Slowly, itch satiated, Rainbow's hand withdrew back to her chest; tying an embarrased knot with her other arm. "Uh..." she started, blinking and deadpan. "My shorts. They itch in the summer."
"Through your briefs?" Rarity probed, sceptically, the space between her brow creased and her upper lip pulled back in disgust.
Rainbow remained deadpan. "Um..."
Rarity blinked, released a mirthless scoff. "You don't mean to tell me..." Rarity started, before looking to Rainbow's shorts, jeering. "You're not wearing underwear under there."
Rainbow sighed, exasperated and rolling her eyes. "When I run, they chafe me."
It was Rarity's turn to sigh, pointing an accusatory finger to her friend. "I have offered time and time again to make you something to help with that particular problem. But what do you say? 'If Spitfire can run without specially stitched anti-chafing underwear, then so can I!'" Rarity swished her finger about, her tone in mock imitation of Rainbow's own.
"Yeah, yeah," Rainbow accepted her friend's scolding. "Listen, are you gonna give me the eggs or what?"
Rarity exhaled. "Fine. Here," she shoved the cartoon of about a dozen our toward her nut scratching friend, pouting.
Rainbow took them from here, nodding. "Thanks," she said cordially, holding the cartoon under her arm, before looking at Rarity with a skewed smile. "Just, uh... don't tell anyone about this, right?"
"Oh, certainly, darling," Rarity couldn't help but release a quiet giggle, hiding her lips behind the back of her palm. "Just please, on Celestia's name, don't do such a thing in front of me again."
"Eh, sure thing, Rares," Rainbow promised, giving her a thumbs up. "See ya later," she said, before departing.
Rarity closed the door upon her friend's leave, sighing wistfully and shaking her head with a grin at her friend's demeanor. "What can you do?" she asked aloud, rhetorically, before taking her seat again upon the couch. She crossed her legs, as always, shifting at the uncomfortable sensation it produced between her legs. She picked up her magazine once more and opened it, peering at the contents within. As a few minutes passed, she glanced over both of her shoulders, before sighing; putting the magazine to her side and uncrossing her legs. Throwing her eyes to the window once more, she spread her legs wide and undid her belt, releasing a blissful sigh as the burden on her groin was lifted. "Have to let them breathe sometimes..."
The End.
Author's Note
Just fancies a little fun. Might be way past the due date of this being funny but still.
Eggs are slang for balls.
