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Prompt #4: ”The first morning of the honeymoon for Rarity and her special somepony.”

The sunlight coming in through the window fell upon Rarity’s eyes, stirring her awake. She yawned and opened her eyes, letting the most wonderful smile grace her face. The previous 24 hours had been some of the most stressful and happiest moments of her life. As she remember where she was, she knew that more of those moments were still to come, her reason lying mere inches from her right now.

She looked behind her and smiled at her husband. It was a rare moment where she could see him without his vest and stetson hat. Instead, Braeburn lied naked as she was and looked just as content. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to see a pony without clothes on, but it warmed Rarity’s heart to see him sleeping peacefully, no doubt sharing many of the same happy and intimate dreams she did.

It wasn’t until Rarity caught a sniff of some of the… evidence left behind of their activities last night that she broke away from her staring. As much as she loved her husband, Rarity also had a love for looking and smelling divine. Her unwashed, sweaty body - as appealing as it was to base desires - simply would not do. She needed a good shower before she could even think of doing anything else today.

As carefully as she could, Rarity crept out of the bed, leaving her spouse to doze quietly by himself. She walked into the suite’s luxurious bathroom and shut the door behind her. After dealing with another pressing need of hers (one she would never admit to having to do if she could avoid it), she opened the door to the shower and stepped inside.

Warm water soon fell onto Rarity’s face. Her mane fell in long strands on either side of her head. Taking a minute to let the warm water run through her body and soothe her muscles, Rarity went to work on getting herself presentable for the day. She levitated a bar of soap, made of only the finest and freshest ingredients, and began lathering up her body. White suds mixed in with white coat, doing its part to remove any undesirable odors.

Rarity hummed tunelessly while she cleansed her body. She always did enjoy a nice long bath back home, and while this stall was not built for such a thing, a good shower was the next best thing. Perhaps one day, she could even share it with-

“Mind if I hop in there with ya?”

“Wha-huh!?” Rarity snapped her head towards the shower door. She could make out the well-toned figure of her husband through the purposely-cloudy shower door. It had just occurred to her that though she shut the door, she had neglected to lock it.

“Sorry about that,” said Braeburn. “Didn’t mean t’ startle ya like that. Just thought we could both clean ourselves up at the same time and save some water.”

Rarity had an inkling there was another motive to Braeburn’s idea. A motive that she shared herself, but she wasn’t about to let him so easily.

“You do know there’s a thing called knocking, right?”

“I know,” said Braeburn with the same tone as a child being scolded by a parent. “I just heard the shower runnin’, and thought ya weren’t doin’ anything too embarrasin’.”

“That’s not always a guarantee,” replied Rarity.

“I know. I’ll just let ya be, then.”

Braeburn lowered his head, sighed, and turned towards the door. He took a single step before hearing the shower door slide open. He turned his head toward the shower and saw Rarity’s gentle face, her mane falling close to her hooves.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like your idea, honey.”

Braeburn felt his heart tingling and his blood rushing towards a certain place. “So does this mean…”

“Get in here, you silly stallion.”

Braeburn did not to be told twice. As soon as Rarity allowed him the room, he resisted the urge to yell out a “Yee-haw!” and stepped inside.

In addition to guaranteed warm water and high-quality soaps, the shower served another, less obvious purpose. It was built to allow more than enough room for two ponies to squeeze into and clean up. The walls and floors were also enchanted so that any liquid, whether it be water, soap, or anything of a bodily nature, would make its way to the drain without leaving anything behind. These pieces of information were not told to Rarity or Braeburn; the hotel staff didn’t encourage the kind of behavior that warranted these precautions, but they did not discourage it, either.

For now, however, the two were merely content in getting themselves lathered up, each using a different bar of soap out of convenience. Aside from a couple stolen glances at each other, they quietly tended to themselves.

“Braeburn, could you be a dear and scrub my back for me?”

At least, they did at first.

Braeburn’s ears perked right up at the suggestion. “Ya sure about that? I mean, my hoof ain’t as smooth as your magic.”

Rarity turned and winked. “True, but I find that that a different set of eyes can help make sure every spot is spick and span, don’t you think?”

Braeburn smiled. “Sure is some smart thinkin’, babe.”

Taking his bar into his hoof, Braeburn slowly reached out and touched the top of his wife’s withers. He started off as tender as he could be, working in small circles and making sure not to press down too hard.

His methods were soon rewarded by a small moan from Rarity. “That feels quite nice, Braeburn, but, ah, don’t be afraid to be a little rougher. I prefer not to have even a shred of unclean fur on me.”

“Sure thing, babe,” replied Braeburn as he did just that. He pressed down harder and started rubbing in a back-and-forth motion. As he went to work on cleaning his beauty, his hoof traveled away from her withers and more to the center of her back. With each new inch, he worried that he may be traveling too far, but Rarity sighed in pleasure time and time again.

“Hmm, you’re doing a wonderful job,” cooed Rarity as Braeburn neared her tail. “Would you mind getting my flanks, too?”

“Yer flanks?” Braeburn asked with a raised eyebrow.

Rarity turned and gave him an innocent stare. “Just in case I missed a spot or two.” She gave her backside a little shake to further convince him.

Braeburn felt his body growing tingly again. He knew that someone as dedicated to beauty as Rarity would never “miss a spot,” but if this truly was a lapse in her judgment, then he wasn’t complaining.

Going back to his more tender approach, Braeburn worked at Rarity’s flank with care. He returned to his simple circular motion as he scrubbed at her cutie mark, making sure that not even a speck of a speck of dirt remaining.

Even with his slower movements, Rarity still cooed and moaned with each rub, even more so than when he worked on her back. Around the tenth “Mmm!” or so, Braeburn began to formulate that this particular spot on Rarity’s body was a little more sensitive than others. If this theory was true, then it did raise the question of why she was allowing him to touch her there, even if under the pretense of getting her cleaned up. With more blood flowing steadily flowing to places other than brain, Braeburn could only come to one conclusion.

“Oh, I do think that’s enough,” said Rarity, causing her lover to withdraw his hoof at once. She turned around and met him face-to-face. “I’m quite clean there right now, but I would like to start cleaning you up if that’s all right.

Braeburn grinned. “Sure thing. My back, right?”

Rarity’s smile took on a different side as her eyelids lowered. “Actually,” she said as her horn started to glow, “I think I have another place in mind I’d like to scrub.”

“So where are ya think-yah!”

Braeburn yelped as he felt something wet and smooth come into contact with him in a very personal and very excited place. The soap moved up and down this portion in a motion not too different from one Rarity had performed just last night.

“You know, Braeburn,” said Rarity as she continued to go to work, “I hear the key to a healthy marriage is a good amount of variety. What do you say we take that advice to heart… right here?”

Through his gasps and unconscious thrusting, Braeburn forced a smile. “It… would be… my pleasure.”

END NOTE:

I may or may not have cheated on this story. During the writing, I had to leave my computer a couple times to take care of a few things. I kept a watch with a timer on me so I knew exactly how much time I had spent while working on the story. The total time runs about 60 minutes, with a minute or two of quick spellchecking and writing this note.

I’m quite happy with how this turned out, honestly. I didn’t make it to the actual sex part, but at least it’s now more of something you’d find on Ponychan’s Sensual Fiction General rather than a straight-up clopfic. Hey, it could’ve been worse. It could’ve involved somepony using the shower as a toilet. Now who would write something like that?