Author's Note

Rarity/Capper. This one's rated M for interspecies sex, light scratching and biting, and Capper without his coat.

Rarity's a Furry

Rarity was gently placing a hat on a mannequin’s head when she heard the ding of bell over the front door.

“I’ll be right with you!” she called, using her magic to straighten out a feather on the hat. She brushed off the rest of the outfit while she was at it.

“No hurry,” a familiar voice replied.

Rarity turned, ears lifting. Was that who she thought it was? She trotted back out into the showroom, and saw a tall cat-like creature with amber fur and beautiful emerald eyes.

“Capper!” she exclaimed, giving a small skip as she approached him.

“Good afternoon,” he said, giving a little bow. Then he took her hoof, shaking it. “How are you?”

“I’m wonderful, darling, how about you?” she answered.

“I’m doing great. Well, except for one little problem…” Capper showed her his sleeve. “This button you sewed for me so long ago has begun to fall off! I’ve tried fixing it, but I guess my paws just aren’t quite clever enough to thread a needle.”

“Oh, my.” She looked it over, then waved him over to a table. “I should be able to get this fixed up in a jiffy.”

He held out his arm while she sewed the button back into place. It took less than a minute, and Capper admired it.

“You work fast,” he said.

“Years of practice.” Rarity put her needle and thread away.

“So what do I owe you?” Capper asked.

“Oh, I never charge friends for small touch ups like that,” she replied.

“That’s very generous of you.”

“Hm, well…” Rarity trotted over to a mannequin, adjusting its dress. “I am the element of generosity.”

“Ah, right. You certainly embody the spirit of it, and I admire that. Well, if you won’t let me pay for fixing the button…” Capper considered a coat that was hanging on a rack. “Perhaps I could pay you for some new threads?”

She turned. “Oh, would you like to browse my selection?”

“I would love to.” Capper checked out the clothes, but soon stopped, rubbing his chin. “Of course, this is all made for quadrupeds. Pony folk. None of it will fit me.”

Rarity’s eyes lit up. “I could design you an outfit! It’ll be so much fun working with your body type, you’re so tall, and different from a pony!” She grabbed a measuring tape. “Would you like me to make you some clothes?”

Capper smiled. “That would be lovely. Please, take all the measurements you need.” He pulled his coat off. “You’re free to study me.”

Rarity paused as she looked him over, then she blushed and started taking her measurements. Shoulder width, the span of his arms, around his waist and chest.

“I’ll really only need some more coats like this one,” Capper said, gesturing to the maroon coat. “As you’ve probably noticed, I don’t really do pants or shirts.”

“No, but perhaps you should let me make you a tuxedo! You’d look so fetching in a tailcoat, wearing shiny black loafers, a tie…” Rarity sighed as she pictured it.

“I don’t really like formal clothing,” Capper replied.

“What if you get invited to a ceremony? Don’t you want to look your best?”

“Heh, Rarity… you’d be lucky to get me into a suit at my own wedding.”

Rarity took the final measurement and wrote everything down in a notebook. Then she looked back at him. “Are you ever going to marry?”

“I don’t know. I’d have to meet someone real special to even consider it. But they best be someone who can handle me marrying them in my signature coat.” Capper pulled it back on.

Rarity giggled. “It is very nice. Perhaps it is wedding appropriate. It’d be unique, at least. Well, what do you want me to make for you? Styles, colors? Any adornments? I have all sorts of coats for you to pick from, I can recreate any of them to your liking.”

“Hm, let me see.” Capper began picking out coats, and Rarity made notes as he told her what styles he liked, along with his favorite colors. He liked them slimming, with plenty of pockets. He liked lots of buckles and buttons. Along with maroon, he was a fan of indigo and dark grey, along with gold and silver accents.

Rarity had plenty of ideas.

Once they were done looking at the clothes, Rarity invited him over to her work area, saying she wanted to get started on the patterns. Once she had patterns for a cat, she could get started on his coats.

He was very patient throughout, posing as she needed. She began to chat with him about Klugetown to take up the time.

“It’s been wonderful ever since Tempest and Discord’s work,” Capper said. “We’ve built a new airship dock and encouraged more trading with other cities, and there’s now a very productive quarry. We export diamonds now.”

“Oh wonderful!” Rarity set aside a pattern and started on the next. “Diamonds are a bit plain compared to other gems, but they still have a charm to them and they look wonderful with certain fashions.”

“They aren’t just clear diamonds,” Capper said. “They come in all colors.”

“Ooh.” Rarity smiled at that. “I might have to look at them. I’m always on the hunt for new accessories for my designs.”

“They would certainly bring an exotic air to your dresses,” Capper said. “Rarity, seller of dresses with the finest Abyssinian jewels. They’d sell like hotcakes.”

Rarity waved a hoof, laughing. “I don’t know about that.”

“Please, you own what, three different boutiques? Ponies love your fashions, and they’ll love these diamonds too. I invite you to visit some time and see them.”

“I might just have to do that.” Rarity changed the subject, telling him about she’s been up to at the school, and he was glad to talk about it.

He was so charming throughout the conversation, complimenting her on her wit, telling her that she was a fine teacher. She was soon quite red in the cheeks, and went to stand behind him as she worked, not wanting him to see her blushing.

Once the patterns were set, she went over to the cabinets, checking out the fabric. “So, I think I’m going to start with a lovely indigo peacoat. These are double-breasted, very nice… I think it looks better buttoned but you can of course leave it open.” She pulled the necessary fabric down.

“It sounds perfect. And you know, even in the desert, sometimes the nights get cold, so I’ll definitely button it sometimes.”

Rarity got to work. “This will take a while, you should go spend some time in town,” she suggested.

“But I enjoy your company,” Capper replied.

Rarity stared down at her scissors as she cut out the pieces of fabric she needed. “And I enjoy yours, but I really work better in silence. Sorry, but conversation is distracting.”

“I completely understand. Then can I at least watch? I want to see how the magic happens.”

“Most of it’s boring,” Rarity pointed out.

“That’s fine, I’m easily entertained.”

“Alright, you can stay and watch.”

Capper settled into a chair nearby, watching as she cut fabric, shaped it, sewed it together. She worked with a smile, seeming to take great pride in everything she did, and Capper wasn’t bored at all.

Occasionally she asked for his opinion, and each time he said it was coming along perfectly. She worked carefully yet quickly, and he could see in the movements of her hooves that she was experienced. Her magic was steady and precise.

It was only a few hours later when the peacoat was finished, and Capper took off his maroon coat to carefully slide on the new one. It was snug and soft, and he let out a sigh as he turned about, admiring himself in the mirror she brought over.

“It’s gorgeous,” he said.

“Thank you. I think I did rather well, considering I’ve never had a cat for a customer before. And your next orders can only get better.”

Capper took the peacoat off, and Rarity checked the time. “Oh my goodness, it’s getting late. I don’t think I’ll have time to finish the next two today. I need to have dinner and go to bed.”

“Ah, I don’t want to rush genius,” Capper said. “We should definitely stop for the day, I can pick up the rest later.”

“We should.” Rarity saw him start for the door, and realized she didn’t want him to go quite yet. She hastily said, “Would you like to join me for dinner? I was thinking of going out somewhere.”

“Hm, going out to dinner with Rarity,” Capper said, thinking it over. Then he agreed, “Absolutely.”

“There’s a place in Ponyville that sells the absolute best hayburgers,” Rarity said.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go.” Capper put on his old coat and followed her out. He quickly found out just how social the ponies were with each other. Most of them greeted Rarity by name as she passed them, and gave confused but friendly waves to him as well.

The restaurant they went to was crowded but there was still seating available. They were led to a table and provided menus.

Capper and Rarity thanked the server, and once she left, began consulting the menus.

Capper rested his head on his hand as he examined the options. It all involved hay, grass, vegetables… the occasional fruit dish. He turned to the drinks.

When the server returned, he ordered a glass of milk while Rarity got tea.

Capper waited until the server was gone again before asking, “So, is there anything on this menu with meat in it?”

“Of course not, we’re vegetarian,” Rarity replied.

Capper nodded. “Right. Should have known.”

She thought about it for a moment, then her eyes widened in realization. “Oh, you’re a cat. You eat meat.”

“Yes, but it’s no big deal, I can eat vegetarian food every so often.” Capper looked back at the menu. “I guess I’ll have this baked macaroni and cheese. Heh, at least y’all aren’t vegan.” He looked up as their drinks were set down. “Oh, thank you.” The server smiled and went over to check another table.

“Some ponies are, but I could never do it,” Rarity admitted. “I love cake too much. Yes, I know you can use soy milk and so on, but it just doesn’t have the same richness to me. It’s not like the cows mind selling their milk to us.”

Capper picked up his glass. “Yeah, I’m glad for that.” He took a drink.

“What kind of meats do you eat?” Rarity asked curiously.

“Chicken, fish, turkey,” Capper replied. “Bugs if I can get them. You know those really big grubs? They may taste weird but they’re very nutritious.”

“Bugs, huh? Bleh.” Rarity shuddered. “I don’t think I could stomach those.”

“Probably not. Really, I’d recommend starting with saltwater fish. They’re a bit salty which you ponies like, and they’re so soft and can be flavored any way you like. Of course the meat has its own flavor but if that part is hard to get past, a little pepper or a dash of lemon will go a long way toward making it palatable for a pony.”

Rarity tilted her head. “Oh, sounds delicious. Do you do a lot of cooking?”

“Ma’am, I am probably the best cook in Klugetown,” Capper boasted.

She giggled. “A gentleman and a cook. Tempest had told me you cooked for her while she was there and she always said how good the food was. Of course, she’s a strange one and actually would eat meat.”

“Yeah, she’s got an iron stomach. But I still made her pony food, too much meat really isn’t good for you guys.”

“I’d imagine not.”

When it came time to order their food, Capper got the baked mac n cheese and Rarity got a hayburger and fries.

“It’s funny to think of such a fancy pony enjoying such a common meal,” Capper said.

“Oh, well, to be honest…” Rarity casually prodded her tea around, watching the liquid swirl. “Fancy meals aren’t actually that good most of the time. They’re pretty but completely unsatisfying. I prefer food that will actually fill me up. And Ponyville food, while not served on pretty ceramic and decorated with sauces, is delicious.”

“I’m glad your priorities are straight.” Capper looked out the window, watching ponies go about their day, before looking at Rarity. The sunlight through the window was catching on her mane just right, making it gleam. The blues and purples were beautiful, and he just admired it.

Rarity didn’t notice for a bit, looking through the dessert menu. Then she looked up to ask if Capper would want cake, and realized he was watching her. His eyes went to hers, and when he chuckled, her face heated up.

“You have a beautiful mane,” he said.

Rarity started messing with it. “Oh, I’m sure there are prettier manes out there.”

“Maybe, but I’ve never seen them.” He reached across the table to gently brush his paw along it. “I love how it shimmers in the light.”

Rarity grew noticeably pink, and grabbed for her tea, downing it.

Capper pulled his paw away. “You’re cute when you blush.”

She nearly choked. What was it about this cat that got her so flustered? She managed to swallow and sat back, idly messing with the menu. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He kept watching her, apparently content to just be in her presence without needing to speak.

Rarity began to wonder if Capper was interested in her. Well, of course he was, but could it possibly be a romantic interest? He was flirting with her, but maybe that was just his personality? But if he was into her, did that make this a date? How could she check?

“You look like you have a lot on your mind,” Capper said.

“Heh, just thinking about how I’m going to design the rest of your coats,” she replied.

“I’m sure they’ll be amazing, just like the first. All your clothes look good. I still have that cape and top hat you gave me at Songbird Serenade’s concert. I tend to keep them put away at home so they don’t get covered in sand, but I’m definitely waiting for a chance to wear them again.”

“Perhaps you can come to the next Grand Galloping Gala?” Rarity suggested. “I always get a ticket from Celestia, you can be my plus one!”

“Your plus one, huh?” He scratched his chin. “I would, but oh, surely you have a special somepony that you’d rather take?”

She blushed. “I’m single.”

“No, impossible,” he replied, incredulous. “You? But I don’t understand, how is such a beautiful mare single?”

“I suppose I just haven’t been lucky. I certainly have stallions vying for my attention, but when I get to know them, they’re usually stuck-up, proud… annoying.” She sighed. “They know they’re handsome and just see me as a pretty face, and think that’s all a relationship needs.”

“Oh, that’s awful. Well, I suppose it’s better to be single than with someone who only likes you because you’re hot. Because what’s gonna happen when you get older and inevitably less pretty? They might just leave you.”

“Right.” Rarity sighed. “I just want a nice guy who likes me for me. Of course it’s good if he thinks I’m pretty too but I want us to actually like each other. If we can talk about our interests and bond over things like fashion, or art, or…”

“Or cooking?” Capper suggested.

She stared, then said, “Yeah, like cooking.” He was definitely into her.

Their food arrived then, and Capper rubbed his paws together. “This looks delicious.” He picked up a fork and dug in.

Rarity picked up her burger and took a bite. They ate quietly for a while, but soon slowed down and resumed conversation.

“I would love to attend the Grand Galloping Gala with you,” Capper said.

“Wonderful! It’s not for a few months, but once I get my ticket, I’ll let you know. We could coordinate our outfits! I think we’d both look good in scarlet.”

“Scarlet, hm? That’ll look striking paired with your purple mane.”

“I certainly hope so. It’ll be a bold choice but I can make it work.” Rarity finished her burger and picked at her fries.

Meanwhile, Capper set aside his empty plate. “I know you can. I doubt you’ve ever made a bad fashion choice.”

“Oh trust me, I have,” she assured him. “I just don’t usually show the mistakes to the public.”

“Heh, makes sense. Mind if I have a fry?”

Rarity pushed the plate over. “Help yourself, I’m full.”

“The food here is pretty good,” Capper said as he popped a fry into his mouth. “But, I think I could make better.”

“Do you?” Rarity got out her coin purse, counting out bits.

“I can pay my share,” Capper said, but she shook her head.

“You just placed a decent-sized order at my shop, I can cover your meal,” she replied. “I insist.”

“Alright then.” He let her pay for both of them. After a moment, he said, “I would like to cook for you sometime then. As thanks for what you’ve done for me.”

She nodded, getting up. “Sounds good.” She began to feel bold, and decided to see if he really was attracted to her like she suspected he was. “Perhaps you could cook me breakfast tomorrow morning?” she said with a wink.

Capper’s ears perked up, his whiskers twitching. She made sure he understood with a sly smile. His expression relaxed, and he said, “I would love to make you breakfast.”

“Do you have a hotel room? If not, you can stay with me tonight,” Rarity said, leading the way out. Capper followed, subtly tracing a claw down her back, and she shivered. Once they were back inside Carousel Boutique, Rarity put up the closed sign and locked the door. Then she turned to Capper. “Why don’t I show you where you’ll be staying?”

“Please.” He followed her upstairs.

They entered the bedroom, leaving the lights off. Rarity climbed onto the bed, and patted the covers. Capper hopped up with her, and she moved close to him, resting her forelegs around his neck.

“You’re even more beautiful up close,” he said, tilting his head and leaning in. Rarity’s heart raced, and she met him, pressing their lips together.

She’s been kissed before, but this was passionate and electric. He was firm, but respectful, and she sighed blissfully as she kissed him.

He had very soft fur, she noticed now as she ran a hoof against his cheek. It was so much thicker than a pony’s too.

They separated for breath, and Rarity nearly gasped. Her blood was racing, and she stared into Capper’s bright eyes. He looked right back, petting her mane.

“Your eyes glitter like diamonds,” he whispered.

She threw herself onto him, and he laughed as he fell back, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her again. She tugged his coat down from his shoulders, and he let go of her just long enough to take it off completely and toss it aside. Then he was pulling her against his chest.

Rarity has had her fair share of intimate encounters, but this felt different. It was like her first time all over again, exciting and nerve-wracking.

One of Capper’s paws slid down behind her thigh, rubbing it and easing her over to straddle him. He was so warm, and she moaned when he ran his paw back over her flank, playing with her tail.

He lifted his head a bit, kissing along her cheek. “So how far are we taking this?” he breathed into her ear.

“As far as you want,” she replied, shaking a little with anticipation.

He licked his lips, and ducked his head down under her chin, suckling on her throat. She groaned, hips rocking to rub herself against his stomach. She never knew bites could be so arousing.

Capper slipped his paw around to her front, exploring down between her hind legs. “Is this okay?” he asked when she flinched.

“F-fine,” she assured him. “I was just a little surprised.” She rested her legs apart for him.

He carefully felt along her folds, spreading them apart. She began breathing more deeply, eyes falling shut.

“There you go,” Capper said soothingly. “Does that feel good?”

“Mm, yes…” Rarity shuddered with pleasure as he felt over her clit, rubbing his thumb around it. “Ohh, your paw feels… so much better than a hoof…”

“I’d imagine so,” he replied. “Can I go inside?”

“Of course.”

He did so, fingers slipping inside and stroking until she relaxed. He slowly worked them in and out, going deeper with each motion and massaging her.

“A-ah, Capper!” Rarity moaned, leaning in to kiss him.

“Mm, Rarity,” he whispered back, his already low voice dropping lower.

“Please, call me Miss Rarity… or even Mistress Rarity,” she pleaded.

He smiled. “My pleasure, Mistress Rarity.”

She shuddered, and he eased her over onto her back, laying along her as he gave long, soft strokes inside her. His thumb brushed ever so slightly against her clit as he worked, and she was soon clenching her thighs against his paw.

“You’re such a gentlecolt,” she said dreamily. Then her eyes opened and she said, “Oh, apologies, you’re not a colt, but…”

“I’m a gentleman,” he purred.

“Mm, yes…” She eased his face back toward hers, kissing him again.

Capper shifted to straddle one of her legs while he pleasured her, rubbing himself slightly against her soft fur.

Rarity noticed after a few moments, and said, “Darling, are you wanting to move on?”

“Heh, I would like to, Mistress,” he replied. His tone was so warm and dulcet that she groaned just hearing it.

“Then let’s.” She gave his lower back a tug, and he climbed more properly over her. She briefly rubbed her chin, glancing down. “So um, are you… like a housecat?” She hoped he didn’t get offended.

To her relief, he just chuckled. “While I may resemble your Equestrian housecats, the toms of my species do not have barbs. Thankfully.”

“Oh, thank goodness. I was a little worried.”

“Heh, I wouldn’t blame you. No, I am perfectly smooth, and I hope I’m to your liking.”

“I’m sure you will be,” she said.

Capper reached down to hold her hips, lining himself up as he looked down at her. “The view from here is beautiful, Miss Rarity.”

She blushed. “And the view from here is rather handsome.”

He pressed inside, and she moaned, head falling back and eyes shutting. Capper lifted a paw, leaning over her and bracing on the bed. Her body hugged him perfectly, warm and soft as silk, and his hips trembled with arousal.

Once he was in, Rarity wrapped her hind legs around him, and her front hooves came up to hold his shoulders, as she bit her lip and sighed out.

“Doing alright?” he asked.

“Of course,” she breathed. “You feel… quite different from a stallion, but… good, so good…”

“I’m glad. You feel good too.” He couldn’t help but think how much taller than her he was, but no matter. He was still able to reach her lips if he bent down a bit.

After giving her a moment to adjust, he eased into a rhythm. She took it easily, and began tugging on him, encouraging him to go faster. He gladly did so.

Rarity was delightfully vocal, letting out little gasps and whimpers, kissing him more passionately if something felt especially good. Capper adored it. He loved when a partner was bold about what they wanted in bed.

Their lips hardly separated, and Capper began feeling along her sides, before finally settling on holding her thighs, giving her some support so she could roll her hips to meet him.

It was Rarity’s unreserved personality that encouraged Capper to also let himself make noise, and he moaned for her, whispering her name, and sometimes just purring as her hooves kneaded against his shoulders.

She ended up pulling him down, wrapping her forelegs around his neck to feel him closer, and his heart thudded. She wanted to be physically close to him in every way, not just sexually. He wasn’t sure he’s ever been so strongly desired, but it definitely added to his enthusiasm.

“Mm, need anything, Mistress?” he murmured in her ear.

Her back legs gave a small twitch, her hips thrusting hard against him. “Just for you to keep going, darling… aah, but could you make it just a little harder?”

“Harder, hm? You got it. Let me know if it’s too much.” He moved more firmly, making the bed creak slightly, but was rewarded with an ecstatic cry of his name. He kept going at that intensity, and she kissed him hard. Capper groaned with pleasure, as the feeling shot up his spine like electricity. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

Rarity was close as well, bucking to meet his thrusts, wanting to feel him deep inside her. She’s been needing this, and he was attentive and focused on giving her what she wanted. It got her so hot to have someone who wanted her to feel good too, instead of just doing it for themselves. She pressed herself just a little closer to him, arching her back, beginning to pant with effort.

As she felt his body start to tense, a question occurred to her. “Mm, Capper, dear?”

“Hm?” His ears flicked toward her, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke. “What is it?”

“I was just wondering… ah… can your people… have children with ponies?”

It took Capper a few moments to process the question. Then he said, “No, love. We can only get other cats pregnant. A pony is just far too distant from us.”

“Mm, okay, just wanted to make sure… in that case, ah, you don’t have to pull out.”

“Why, Miss Rarity, that’s so dirty.”

She giggled. “I know, I can be quite a naughty pony.”

“I may have to punish you sometime then.”

She shivered. “Ohh, please do.”

Capper licked his lips. Gorgeous and kinky? He could get down with that. He kissed her, and let his claws slip out, raking up her thighs. Not hard enough to tear out fur, but just hard enough to scratch, and she moaned. He lifted a paw, giving her a little slap.

“You naughty mare,” he said.

“Ooh, that’s right, teach me a lesson!”

Capper smirked, and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her lower body firmly against his as he moved more roughly in and out of her. She scrambled to hold onto his neck, her stomach muscles tensing, and then she was finishing. She practically whinnied as her body clenched around Capper’s length, and he let out a soft mewl as he was pushed over the edge by the wave of pleasure.

He came with a few strong thrusts, and slowed, letting her body milk him for a few more seconds before finally stopping.

They panted together, and Capper nuzzled Rarity’s nose, opening his eyes and waiting for her to do the same. It took a bit, but finally those beautiful blue eyes opened, blinking before focusing on him.

“Ohh, darling,” she said sweetly, reaching up to gently run her hoof behind his ear.

He smiled and slid out of her, letting her rest back down. He laid next to her. “Heh, how was that?”

Her chest was heaving, fur coated in sweat and face flushed. “Delightful!” she exclaimed. She struggled over onto her stomach, and cuddled up with him. “You were so passionate, it was very… hm.”

“Sexy?” Capper suggested.

“I was going to say sensual but yes, it was sexy.”

He laughed and rested his arms around her, kissing her cheeks. “I aim to please, Miss Rarity. And if you’re ever feeling lonely, well… I’m at your service.”

She slid her head up under his chin. “So kind of you to offer. My, we certainly worked up a sweat.”

“That we did. Would you like me to draw you a warm bath?”

“Only if there’s bubbles.”

“Of course.” Capper stood, holding out a paw to help her down from the bed.

“And wine,” she added. “I have some in the kitchen.”

“Hah, very well. Anything else?”

She stretched up to kiss him. “And you, of course.”

He bowed. “Of course. Then let’s get to it.” He got the bath running and poured in soap, watching it bubble up. Then he headed downstairs and to the kitchen to grab the wine. It was a sweet strawberry wine. He picked out two glasses and took them upstairs.

The tub wasn’t even halfway full, but they climbed in anyway, settling back and setting the wine on the nearby shelf Rarity had installed for exactly this.

Capper first poured a cup for her, and she took it with her magic, taking a sip. He poured his own glass and then sank into the water with a sigh.

“This is nice,” he said, drinking some wine. The glass was fairly small for him, meant for ponies to use. But he didn’t mind, they had a whole bottle nearby.

“Very,” she replied, lowering the cup and smiling at him.

Capper examined her mane, how it was frazzled from being rubbed against the bed. The water was starting to reach the bottom of it, straightening it out. He thought it looked cute that way.

“It’s funny, seeing a cat in the bath,” Rarity commented.

“I like baths,” Capper replied. “I don’t like rain, but baths are fine. They’re relaxing. I only have a shower at home, so this is nice.”

“Oh, I see. I don’t care much for showers either. I like to get all relaxed and pamper myself.” She daintily took another drink of wine.

“Heh, I can see that.” Capper finished his drink, and set it aside. He took some time to rinse out his fur, washing his face off, but was soon done. He instead watched Rarity, who had put her drink down and was casually filing one of her hooves.

“So, got any other stories about the school?” Capper asked to make conversation.

“Oh, do I ever! It's been delightful, the students are so eager to learn and we seem to learn plenty from them as well.” She set the file down. “Gallus the griffin struggles a bit with generosity but he’s learning more every day. Oh but Sandbar, one of our pony students, is so good at it! He’s such a kind young colt.”

“That’s good to hear.” Capper yawned, fairly worn out. He laid back against the side of the tub, submerging as much of himself as he could. The bubbles rose up around his face.

“I’m gonna turn off the water,” Rarity said.

“Sounds good.”

She used her magic to turn it off, and laid back too. She drank the rest of her wine, then put it down and dunked her head back underwater. Capper watched as she came back up, her mane hanging around her head. Suds stuck to her fur, and he smiled, sitting up.

“Here, let me get that.” He carefully wiped it away from her eyes, and brushed her mane out of her face. She nuzzled his wrist, before kissing it. “You’re so sweet.”

“Thank you, but so are you,” she replied.

“I try.” Capper lifted one of her hooves, kissing the back of it. She blushed.

They only spent a few more minutes in the tub before deciding to get out. They drained it, rinsed the soap from themselves, and climbed out. Capper collected the wine bottle and glasses while Rarity retrieved two towels.

They dried off, and Capper returned the wine to the kitchen and cleaned the glasses. But finally he was returning to the bedroom, climbing under the covers with Rarity.

She snuggled up with him, and he stroked her back as he closed his eyes.

“Goodnight,” she said.

“Goodnight,” he replied, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time they said it to each other.

But judging by the way her hoof rubbed against his side, holding him close, it wouldn’t be.