Smile

by Furor

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3129

Pinkie Pie helps Rarity with her stress, if she wants it or not.

Rarity is having a particularly stressful day and her bubbly friend is certainly not helping things.

I wasn't sure whether to give this a Teen or Mature rating. While there is no actual explicitness happening, it definitely grazes the line between them.

Published 2012-08-09 21:14:07 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-09 21:14:07 UTC

Smile

“Ah, that’s two done,” the fashion designer chirped and levitated the finished dress from the sewing table over to the cupboard at the other end of the room, folding it while in the air. “Only …” She turned her attention to the list lying next to the machine. “Thirteen more.” Groaning, she slumped down onto the table and pressed her face onto her forelegs.

Rarity was inside her workshop, finishing the last part of an order for Canterlot she had been working on over the course of the week. These dresses were the last part of the collection she had to finish before she could start into a well-deserved weekend. She was already stressed from the previous days of designing and sewing and felt the foreshadowing of a bad hornache in the future if she was to keep up this strain on her magic. It was nearly noon and she still had most of this day’s work ahead of her.

“Ugh, at this rate I’m never going to finish them all today.” Rarity sat back up and released a short, determined breath. “Well,” she said in a resolved tone, “no use in wallowing in self-pity. I have work to do.”

While going over the list once more she reached beside herself to grab the next piece of cloth, but her hooves only hit the hard wood of the shelf next to the workbench. Turning her head she saw an empty space where her roll of Manehattan Magenta Satin should have been.

“Hmm, I could have sworn to have refilled it this morning. Or was that yesterday morning?” Rarity sighed and stood up from her chair. “I definitely need a break.” Her walk into the neighboring room was interrupted by a knock on the boutique’s door. The unicorn stopped, frowning. “Now who in the world could this be?” Changing her course into the building’s main room she grumbled to herself, “ ’Closed’ signs exist for a reason.”

As she arrived at the door she checked her reflection in the glass and gave her mane a short flick. She opened the door. “I’m sorry, but we’re closed. I’m terribly busy with-”

She was cut off by a familiar, high-pitched and cheery voice. “Hi, Rarity!”

The door was now fully open and Rarity’s eyes followed the pink pony as she was jumping up and down in front of the boutique’s entrance. “Pinkie Pie? What are you doing here?” Ponyville’s party pony was wearing a small saddlebag around her waist and looked especially excited at the moment.

“Well, I haven’t seen you all week, which is really long. But then I remembered that you seemed really busy the last time I saw you and I thought I could come over and we could play a little and that would cheer you up.”

Rarity sighed, turned around and began walking back into the shop. “I’m sorry, dear, but I simply have no time to … play right now.”

Pinkie Pie followed her inside and closed the door. Bouncing after the unicorn she said, “Oh, come on. There’s always time to have a little fun. I promise it’ll be fun. And you’ve been in here for days just working. I missed you.”

Rarity arrived in the room she had initially planned to go to. She illuminated it with her horn, took a step forward and began looking up and down the shelves on the walls. “I know. I’ve missed you and everyone else, too. But it is most important that I finish this order in time. I have too much stress right now to allow any distractions. Ah, there it is.” Having found the roll of cloth, she levitated it down from its place and turned to leave. Startled, she lost her grip of the fabric and it fell to the ground.

Now merely a hoof’s with before her stood Pinkie Pie, regarding her with half-closed eyes and a small grin. “Stressed, huh?” the pink pony asked with a low voice and stepped a little closer, staring into the designer’s wide eyes. “Pinkie knows just the thing to … help with stress.”

Suddenly unable to form coherent thoughts, much less sentences, Rarity gulped, eyes darting back and forth between Pinkie Pie’s. “A-and …” she stammered. “And what would that be?”

The pink pony’s grin became impossibly wide. “Follow me,” she proclaimed and jumped backwards, turning in the air and bounced into the previous room.

Rarity blinked. “Pinkie Pie,” she called for her friend to stop, but to no avail. She lifted a hoof and rubbed her forehead. “Ugh, that pony,” she muttered and trotted swiftly after her.

Pinkie had already cut the corner into the main room. Rarity followed her and caught a glimpse of a pink, cotton-candy tail vanishing up the stairs into her bedroom. She called after her again, but still received no response. All this activity was, if anything, only increasing her stress level.

Climbing the stairs and entering her room she found her cheery friend sitting in front of her cupboard mirror next to the bed, giggling and making faces at herself. Pinkie Pie’s saddlebags were lying behind her on the floor at the end of the bed.

“Pinkie Pie, I absolutely have no time to spare right now.” Rarity trotted up to the bags, standing behind the earth pony that was still fascinated by her mirror image. “Perhaps if you come back tomorrow, I promise to make time for you.”

“Nope,” Pinkie simply said and jumped onto the bed. She began rolling from side to side, enjoying the soft and smooth blanket under her coat. She let out a series of happy sighs and appreciative hums and giggles until she came to a rest one her side, facing the still frowning unicorn. “You’re upset now,” she insisted, “which means I have to cheer you up now.”

Rarity attempted a reply, but was interrupted by Pinkie Pie.

“Pleeeeeeaaaase?” The party pony was now giving her friend a seductive look. Her head was resting on one leg while she held her free hoof to her mouth, her tail tucked in front of herself and held in place by her hind legs. She knew this was an irresistible pose for the unicorn.

Rarity bit her lip, attempting to look away in order to think clearly, but found herself unable to. “I … really … cannot …” After a change of Pinkie’s expression into a pleading pout the designer’s willpower eventually faltered. “Fine.” She finally gave in, whereupon the other mare jumped off the bed from her lying position, cheering loudly. “But we’ll have to make it quick, dear.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that, Rarity.” Pinkie Pie picked up her saddlebag, put it on the bed and opened it. “I even brought us a toy.” She slid her hoof into the bag and pulled out an unusual-looking object, presenting it to her friend on one hoof.

“A toy?” Rarity repeated. She picked the object up with her magic and rotated it in the air in front of her, examining it from all sides. “What … How do you use it?”

“Oh, that’s easy. See those things? You just strap them around your haunches.”

“Ah. So that end goes into …”

“Yep.” Pinkie Pie nodded enthusiastically.

“And what’s this end for then? It seems a little uncomfortable.”

“Oh, right. One second.” The pink mare reached up to the floating device and flipped a small switch on its side.

Rarity’s eyes went wide. “Oh … my.” A buzzing sound was now filling the room. The object had begun to vibrate on both ends in addition to rotating one.

“See?” Pinkie Pie was bouncing again. “That way we can both have so much more fun.”

“Well, I must say this is quite a contraption you have here.” The unicorn magically switched off the device. “Where did you find this?”

“Oh, Lyra gave it to me this morning after I asked what she uses to cheer up BonBon. She said they didn’t need it anymore.”

Rarity turned to her friend with an expression of shock and horror. The ‘toy’ fell onto the edge of the bed.

“Oh, don’t worry! Don’t worry.” Pinkie Pie tried to calm her friend down and put a hoof on her shoulder. “It’s new. They never even used it. They both got one of these as a gift for each other for their anniversary. But they only needed one, of course.”

The unicorn released a short, relieved breath and shook her head. “Don’t you scare me like that again. I thought you wanted to alleviate my stress, not add to it.”

Pinkie stepped closer to her friend, wearing a sly grin. “Oh, we’ll get to that part soon enough,” she said and swept Rarity up with one arm around her waist, brought both of them up their hind legs and swung the unicorn around in a half circle. Rarity yelped at the sudden movement and held on to Pinkie Pie’s chest.

Rarity’s muzzle was now mere inches away from Pinkie Pie’s, both wearing wide smiles. Looking into the bright, blue eyes she saw anticipation staring back. She could feel the other pony’s breath on her own muzzle. It smelt as always of caramel and chocolate.

“So,” Rarity said in a low voice and lifted one hoof up the back of the pink neck, into the thick and curly mane. “What did you have planned?”

“Well,” Pinkie Pie started and tilted her head a little. “I thought we could start with this.” She closed the remaining gap between them and pressed her lips onto Rarity’s.

During the kiss Rarity gave off a few small moans. The pink mare’s lips tasted even more intensely of sweets and sugar than her breath. They slowly separated, though Rarity kept her eyes closed for a moment longer, still enjoying the new taste on her lips.

“Oh, you were right,” she said quietly. “I definitely needed this.”

“See?” Pinkie Pie asked with grin. “You should have a bit more faith in me.” At that Rarity looked off to the side with an embarrassed smile. Unfazed, Pinkie continued. “Moving on …” The earth mare went for Rarity’s exposed neck, nibbling and kissing in all the right places.

Rarity let out several sighs and moans, closing her eyes and enjoying the treat. She was silently thankful for not resisting Pinkie earlier. There were indeed times when the pink mare’s overwhelming nature was not a nuisance.

Even more scents hit her nose as she got closer to Pinkie’s thick mane. A more distinct one was the scent of- “Mmmm, cherries,” Rarity sighed.

“Hm?” That seemed to have gotten Pinkie’s attention, as her ears sprung up and she was now face to face with her again. “Oh, you like cherries? That’s great, because I made a whole batch of cherry cupcakes just this morning. They’re super delicious and I-”

Rarity blinked, still a bit dazed. “Uhm, Pinkie Pie?”

“-but I didn’t know if you liked cherries. Imagine that, I bring you some cupcakes and you don’t like them at all. Talk about an embarrassing situation.”

“P-Pinkie Pie,” Rarity tried to interject, but her friend was still talking and her neck felt very much neglected now. Rarity groaned and pulled Pinkie into a kiss, finally silencing her. Still locking lips, she shifted her weight and pulled Pinkie backwards onto the bed.

~*~

(Nope. No clop for you.)

~*~

“F-F-FROSTING!” Pinkie Pie yelled, hips trembling, before she lost the strength in her hind legs and her belly made contact with the wet bed sheets underneath her. Rarity collapsed onto Pinkie’s back, both ponies now breathing heavily, panting. As a pair they rolled over on their sides and each onto her back, now lying side by side and catching sharp breaths.

Rarity switched off the vibrating toy between her haunches with her hoof. Using magic in her current state was out of the question.

Pinkie soon began giggling quietly. The giggling became louder and eventually she broke into full laughter, the pink legs flailing about somewhat wildly as her laughing intermixed with snorting noises.

The fashionista beside her was familiar with this quirk of hers. She always did that in the afterglow of their ‘play sessions’ as Pinkie sometimes called them. For her the party pony’s laughter had become quite contagious and normally she would have joined in, had she not still had to struggle with her exhaustion. Instead she just watched the other pony with the widest smile she could manage while her chest was still heaving up and down in a fast rhythm.

After a while Pinkie’s laughter died down and Rarity’s breathing settled to its normal pace. She could feel the sweat forming pearls on her forehead and wrinkled her nose as she ran a hoof over her other foreleg, feeling her coat sleek with sweat. Looking over she saw the pink coat also shine from the sunlight entering through the window beyond.

Funneling a small amount of magic through her horn, Rarity opened a window of her bedroom. A gush of air immediately swept through the room, sending cooling shivers over both ponies and gradually sweeping up the moisture from their bodies and the scent of pony excitement out of the air.

Pinkie, along with Rarity, exhaled a deep, satisfied sigh and turned her head to offer the unicorn a bright smile, which Rarity returned. “So?” she asked. “Did you have fun?”

“Oh, yes,” Rarity breathed out. She looked down at the contraption between her haunches. “I must say you’ve made a very good choice with this.” Using her magic she unstrapped the device from herself and placed it onto a nearby table to clean it later.

Pinkie rolled over on her side and folded her foreleg under her head while placing her other hoof on the other pony’s chest, slowly rubbing it up and down over the white coat. “See? Pinkie always knows how to make you feel better.”

“That you do,” the unicorn said and took Pinkie’s hoof between her own, giving it a kiss and lowering it back onto her chest, her own hooves on top of it. “You always seem to know when I need some distraction, even if I don’t.”

Pinkie returned a wide grin. “That’s what I’m here for. I love making you happy.”

“I have to ask one thing, though,” Rarity said and turned onto her side as well, now facing Pinkie Pie directly and still holding the hoof between her own. The thick front lock of Pinkie’s mane was lying on the pillow between them, obstructing the view for one of Rarity’s eyes. Her other one, however, stared into the wide, cheery eyes of the party pony, seeing her faint reflection in the pupil surrounded by bright blue.

“And what’s that?” Pinkie asked.

Rarity was silent for a short moment before responding. “In all these weeks we’ve been … well, together … I’ve always wondered one thing. Why me?”

“Why you?” the pink pony repeated, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Yes. Why me? What makes you always come back to me?”

Pinkie laughed shortly. “Silly,” she said and bumped Rarity’s nose with her hoof, receiving a soft giggle from the unicorn. “You’re my friend. Why wouldn’t I?”

Rarity’s muzzle formed a small pout. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

Pinkie sighed softly, but her smile remained. “You know how I love making ponies happy?” The other mare nodded silently. “I just love seeing ponies smile. I smile at them and they smile back and every time it makes me even happier. And when some pony is really sad and I can make them smile again then that’s even better,” she ended in a high tone. “I know I haven’t wasted my day when I can just make one pony smile.”

Pinkie paused for a short moment, in which she smiled brightly at the unicorn. “But with you it’s something different,” she continued. “Every time somepony else smiles at me my heart beats a little faster, but when I make you smile my heart goes ba-dum, ba-dum. Just like right now. Feel it!” She wrapped her hoof around one of Rarity’s legs and guided the white hoof swiftly to her chest, just above her heart.

Rarity could feel the pink pony’s heartbeat, a steady rhythm not unlike her own. She looked up at Pinkie’s face again and saw her smile at her. Almost reflexively she returned it and suddenly she felt the drumming under her hoof increase in speed and strength.

“Do you feel it?” Pinkie asked quietly. “Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.” Rarity nodded with wide eyes. “I don’t really know why it does that. I just know that I don’t want it to stop. It’s like … there’s a party inside of me and everypony is invited.” The earth pony performed a wide arc in the air with her free hoof before gently placing it back on the white hoof that was still on her chest. “But you’re the special guest.”

Rarity could feel her eyes water. “Oh, Pinkie Pie,” she said with trembling lips. “That’s the sweetest thing anypony has ever said to me.” After seeing the earth pony’s smile only widen her hoof darted to the back of Pinkie’s head, pressing the pink lips onto her own. The cheery mare yelped, but quickly returned the kiss. Rarity ran her hoof through the thick curls of Pinkie Pie’s mane and could feel the front lock of pink hair brush against her horn. Both ponies’ bellies rubbed against each other and pressed the hooves closer together that were still wrapped around one another between their chests.

Eventually the kiss ended and they rested their heads back on the pillow, grinning and their noses nearly touching. Rarity released a long breath. “I think I should get back to work soon. All these dresses won’t make themselves after all.”

“Aww,” Pinkie Pie exclaimed and looked at Rarity with pleading eyes. “I thought we could cuddle a bit more.”

“Well …” Rarity slowly gave in. “I suppose I could always make time for that.” She rolled over onto her back and invited the other mare with widely spread forelegs.

Pinkie gave off an excited squeal and wrapped her legs around the unicorn while rubbing her cheek against the soft fur of Rarity’s chest. The fashionista laughed shortly before closing her own legs around Pinkie Pie and releasing a deep, content sigh. She lowered her head slightly and noticed the party pony’s thick curls brush up against her chin. Indulging in the feeling of the bouncy and soft mane under her muzzle, she closed her eyes and pulled the other pony higher up, receiving another short giggle in return.

Love, she thought, you are so random.