Silk Pajamas on a Sunday Morning

by CategoricalGrant

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Rarity, Self Insert, Human
Length: 1303

Rarity invites you over for brunch, and gives you a gift, too. She gives you the opportunity to test it out. HiE cuddlefic.

You're not a morning person, but you need all the help you can get settling into life in Equestria, so you happily accept Rarity's offer of brunch at her Ponyville boutique. Being the generous pony she is, she has a gift for you, too! :raritywink:

A Human in Equestria, 2nd Person Cuddlefic!

Published 2019-06-16 11:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-06-16 11:20:02 UTC

Sunday Morning

“Darling!” Rarity cooes to you as she opens the door. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

It was nice of Rarity to invite you over to her home for Sunday brunch. After all, you are still finding it difficult to adjust to life in Equestria as a human, and you still can’t be sure Twilight would find a way to send you home anytime soon. Still, though, you are a little tired and disheveled from the early hour, and spend a moment gawking at Rarity’s appearance.

She giggles. “Are you alright, dear? You look a little...How do I say...confused, perhaps?”

Your gaze lingers over her mane, which is sporting a different, wavy style that you suppose is how she wears it at home in the morning. She’s wearing a puffy, white and pink robe as well, which you bet she sewed herself. Shaking yourself out of it, you look her in the eyes and smile. “Sorry. I’m not a morning person, is all.”

She hums with understanding, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I understand; I used to be like that too, in the distant past. Not too distant, mind you! I’m still in my youth, after all.” Stepping to the side, she ushers you inside her boutique with a hoof. “I’m just glad you came. I have brunch all ready!”

As you step inside, the smell of cinnamon, mingled with that of fresh fruit, becomes immediately apparent. You dutifully follow Rarity into the kitchen, toward her table. “I wouldn’t miss it. Thank you so much for inviting me.”

“It is my pleasure to have you over, darling!” With a quick flare of periwinkle magic, she pulls out a wooden chair for you. “Please, take a seat!”

You sit down, and bask in the wonderful spread Rarity has prepared for you: hot coffee, orange juice, and brioche french toast topped with a mixed fruit compote. You let out a low whistle.

“Come now,” she answers, taking a seat as well. “It’s not polite to whistle at a lady.”

You babble for a moment. “N-no, I wasn’t- the food is-”

Her smile grows and you can see her suppress a chuckle. “I know, darling. I’m just teasing you. You are so adorably gullible.” Raising her glass of juice with her magic, she prompts you to do the same in a silent toast.

You clink your glass against hers and take a sip. You furrow your brow. “This, uh, this isn’t just orange juice, is it?”

Rarity lets loose her stunning smile once more. “Well, it is brunch, darling.”

Around half an hour later, after taking the last bite of your french toast, Rarity reaches across the table to tap your hand with a hoof. “Now, darling, I have a gift for you upstairs!”

“A gift?” you ask. “You shouldn’t have, Rarity. All this was already so much…”

“Pish posh! Don’t be silly,” she demands, standing up from her chair with a commanding air. “Come upstairs with me and let me show you!”

You follow her up the gently curving staircase to the second floor of her house.

“My bedroom is also my workspace,” she explains with a slight blush. “So, ah, please reserve judgement as to its organizational status.” She opens the door and enters, and you dutifully follow her inside. It’s a large room, complete with a double-bannistered bed and the occasional pair of shears or bolt of fabric dotted about.

Rarity ducks behind a privacy screen set up in the corner, and throws her robe over the top of the screen, letting half of it rest on the outside. “Do you know what the best part of mornings is, dear?”

You cock an eyebrow as the rustling of fabric echoes from behind the screen. “I don’t. Enlighten me.”

Rarity leaps out from behind the screen and strikes a modeling pose, showing off the deep purple pajamas she had put on. “Pajamas, darling! Specifically, those of the silken variety.”

“Very impressive, Rarity. You look beautiful.”

“Oh, you charmer,” she snickers, floating a box over to you and pressing it into your chest. “I made you a pair, too.”

You gently open the lid of the box and find a set of pajamas made in the same color as Rarity’s, albeit with your initials embroidered in golden threat on one side of the chest. “Wow...Rarity, I-”

“Try them on, darling!” Closing the distance between you rapidly, she shoos you behind the screen and turns her back on you.

Sighing, you (carefully) undress and put the new pajamas on, noting their slick, soft feel against your skin. Stepping out from behind the screen, you find Rarity’s tail staring you in the face. You clear your throat, letting her know you’ve finished.

Rarity turns around and gasps, evidently pleased with her work. “Darling, you look dashing! And it’s a perfect fit!”

“I really like them!” you concur, wiggling yourself as you examine every corner of the new ensemble. “They’re so breathable and light!”

“Only the best for my friends!” she cooes. “What say we try them out in action?”

“Hm?” You tilt your head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Rarity’s magic grasps at your hand, pulling you towards her. Giggling, she rushes over to her bed, pulling you along behind her the whole way. Hopping onto the bed and lying on her back, she jerks you over onto the mattress beside her and immediately wraps her hooves around your tensed body.

After a few moments of her nuzzling into the fabric of your pajamas, you relax your muscles and place a tentative hand on Rarity’s back, which makes her purr in delight. “This is the only proper way to test out silk pajamas. We have to make sure that they work, no?” Lighting up her horn, she pulls an ornate comforter over you both.

You can’t help but smile. “You’re the expert! I defer to your experience.”

Rolling from her side onto her back again, she pulls you over to her using her hoof. Gently, you wrap your fingers around it, stroking the soft coat of her legs. Giggling, she nestles her muzzle under her chin and slips a hoof between the buttons of your top to rub your upper chest.

“Hoof sized holes, huh?”

“But of course, dear,” she responds. You can feel the coy smile grow on her face, even though you can’t see it.

Digging your arms under her body, you scoop her up. She lets out a quiet yelp of surprise, but only tightens her grip around your neck as you sit up and lay her down on top of you.

Giggling, she snuggles up against you as you run your hands affectionately across her soft, silk pajamas. Turning her over again a few degrees, you slip your hand through the hole between the buttons, just as she had done to you a moment before. Gently, you run your fingers through her fluffy coat.

Her forelegs grip your arm as you do so, and she lets out a sigh of contentment, letting the side of her head rest on your chest. You bring your other hand up to her mane, and begin to pet it. You close your eyes and focus on the soft, flowing curls of her hair, and the gentle scent of her shampoo that lingers in your nose.

You feel a soft vibration in your chest as Rarity hums. “Darling?”

“Yes?”

“Remember how I told you I used to not like mornings?”

“I do.”

“I still don’t. Can we take a nap?”

Gently, you roll Rarity on her side, and wrap your arms around her from behind in a big hug.

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