Pistachio still felt like this was all a dream. He was just an ordinary farm pony, and not even from a particularly successful farm. His life had never promised much more than a long, tiring, life of farming acorns and then one day he'd die. And yet, here he was. Manehattan, and during Fashion Week no less! Today had only been the first day of a whole week of fashion, and already he felt like he had been whisked away into another world.
Beyond the blitz of lights and style on display for the general public, Pistachio had gotten to experience the full VIP treatment thanks to his host, Rarity. The Rarity! Hanging around with her meant that practically no door was shut to him, letting him meet all his idols and some of the most famous ponies in Equestria. They had discussed the upcoming trends and styles with Hoity Toity and Fedora Felt themselves. He had gotten to meet Sapphire Shores and shake hooves with Songbird Serenade, and Coloratura had even given him an autograph when they met. A couple months ago he wouldn't have believed he'd ever have the opportunity to even be in the same room with any of these ponies, and now he was getting to meet and talk to them face to face.
After the events of the day, Rarity had taken him out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, where he was pretty sure their bill had cost more bits than his parents' farm generated in a month. Their meal had been delicious, though he had found it a little distracting, the way Rarity's hoof had brushed against him throughout dinner. He was a bit confused by the contact, but when he questioned her she just smirked and told him to wait until they got back to their suite.
Now they were here, entering the suite that would house them for the week. Pistachio marveled at the size of their accommodations as they entered. They were staying at the Waldorf Asthorsia, one of the most famously luxurious, and expensive, hotels in the city. And not only that, but Rarity had even reserved a suite for them for the entire week. Pistachio knew she was famous, but now he was beginning to wonder just how rich Rarity had to be for her to get this place during one of the busiest times in the city.
"Here we are Pistachio, the Tower suite, all to ourselves." Rarity spoke as she unlocked the door, "I know it's been a busy day for us both my dear, so let us enjoy our accommodations and unwind together."
"Umm, sure, Miss Rarity, whatever you say," Pistachio replied. Rarity had that strange smirk on her face again.
"Oh darling, how many times must I tell you that just Rarity is fine," she replied as she pushed open the door.
"Wh-whoa," Pistachio's eyes widened as he entered the room, "this is amazing!"
Pistachio was blown away by the extravagance of the room. Wooden tables of cherry oak were surrounded by cushioned chairs and sofas that looked fit for a princess. All the furniture was embroidered with gold lace, woven skillfully through the velvet furnishings. Two doors led to bedrooms that, from the little he could see of them, were equally ornate. The wall directly across from him was a full glass pane window overlooking the city, satin curtains framing the sun setting over the city. Pistachio stepped into the room and walked toward the window, entranced by the view it provided.
"Oh my goodness, look at this Rarity, the view is amazing," he said in awe.
"Mmm, I quite agree," Rarity said from behind, as she watched him.
"I can't believe this room, I'm almost afraid to touch anything. It's all so beautiful," Pistachio stated, figuring that the decor of this suite was probably worth more than the entire acorn farm where he lived.
"Nonsense darling, you make yourself at home and get comfortable," Rarity replied, brushing against him softly, "I'm going to take a quick shower, and then we can enjoy the room together if you like."
Pistachio wanted to ask her what she meant, but when he turned around she was already walking toward one of the adjoining bedrooms. He quickly averted his eyes when he noticed that her tail was flagged slightly to the side, allowing him a peak at her crotch. He blushed furiously and thanked Celestia that she had left the room, trying to calm himself down and redirect the blood currently rushing toward his stallionhood.
He decided to distract himself by exploring the accommodations while he waited for Rarity to finish up. He was examining a particularly intricate and complicated cross-stitch weave on one of the pillows when he heard the shower turn off. Having calmed himself down, he waited patiently for Rarity to return. He wondered if perhaps she's like to discuss some of his opinions on the next season's fashion preview they had seen today, as he had some strong opinions about the overarching trend towards simplicity that seemed to be on display.
He heard the door to the bedroom open and saw Rarity step through, clad in a crimson red satin robe. Pistachio couldn't take his eyes off the older mare as she sauntered to the couch nearest to him and casually reclined on it, eyes locked with his.
"Well darling, I do hope you're enjoying your time so far with me," Rarity said.
"Are you kidding!? Today's been so amazing!" Pistachio stated excitedly, "I can't thank you enough for giving me the opportunity to be here. It's like a dream come true."
"Oh nonsense, a fine young stallion like you with such a discerning eye for fashion is such a rare treat to come across, it's my pleasure to bring you along," she replied. "However, speaking of pleasure, if you insist on finding some way of thanking me, there are one or two things that come to mind."
"What do you mean?" Pistachio asked.
Rarity patted the cushion next to her.
"Come sit next to me and make yourself comfortable, my dear," she said as she scooted over to make some room for him. Pistachio thought the sofa was a little cramped for two people, but he didn't want to upset her by suggesting that he could sit on one of the other chairs in the room. He felt a bit awkward as he sat against one armrest of the couch, his biggest crush and idol reclining herself against the other. Rarity's robe draped over her just enough to cover her most private areas, but still exposed quite a bit of her inner thighs. He tried to keep his eyes from wandering too low, desperate to keep himself from being exposed to her and humiliating himself.
"Oh, now this simply won't do, Pistachio," Rarity stated sternly, "you look stiff as a board sitting over there, and not in a good way. You simply must relax, my dear. Perhaps I might be able to make you more comfortable?"
Pistachio was about to ask her what she planned to do, when suddenly he almost jumped straight up through the ceiling in shock. Rarity's rear hoof had landed between his legs, and was rubbing against him in a way that was definitely not intended to be subtle. Unable to form anything resembling coherent words, he simply stared at her wide-eyed and stammered as her hoof coaxed him to hardness. She responded with a sultry look as the soft underside of her hoof ran up and down his rapidly growing erection.
Living on a small farm out in the middle of nowhere, Pistachio didn't have much opportunity with mares. That being said, he was a healthy teenage colt, and had plenty of experience slipping off into the far reaches of the farm where nopony went, carrying with himself a magazine or two and attending to his own needs. There was one issue in particular from a couple yeas ago that featured Rarity modelling alongside a yellow pegasus that had been his favorite masturbation fodder since he had gotten his hooves on it. But never in his wildest fantasies did he imagine he might one day find himself alone with the mare of his dreams like this. He moaned softly as Rarity's hoof coaxed him to full mast.
"Well, well. I must say, you farm stallions never fail to impress," Rarity stated as she removed her hoof from his crotch and repositioned herself so that she was sitting between his rear hooves. "Tell me Pistachio, have you ever been with a mare before?"
"Umm, n-no, I, uh, I haven't," he managed to get out, his brain struggling to catch up with the reality of the situation. His erection was throbbing, and Rarity was making no effort to hide her desire for it as she stared hungrily at him.
"Not to worry," she stated, trying to reassure the colt, "you just lay back and let me take lead. I promise you a truly fabulous evening, darling."
With that, she leaned over and took the young stallion into her mouth. Pistachio's mind went completely blank as he felt the hot, wet confines of her mouth surround his dick. This was it, he was in heaven! As her tongue circled his head and caressed his shaft, his whole body went slack and he shot his load into her. Rarity's eyes went wide for a moment, then she smiled and kept her mouth around him as he emptied himself into her. Once she had suckled every drop of cum out of him, she sat back up and wiped a hoof across her mouth. Pistachio was absolutely mortified.
"I'm so sorry, Rarity," he said quickly, "it just felt so good and I couldn't hold back."
"Quite alright, darling," she reassured him, "most stallions tend to have quick triggers their first time. I must say, you are quite delicious. I might have to start recommending an acorn diet to more of my partners. Who knows, your crop might be the next pineapple when it comes to flavor enhancement."
"Oh, um, that's nice, I guess?" Pistachio was a bit confused what she meant.
"Well, never mind all that for now," Rarity said, brushing past his confusion and continuing to lead the action. "If I know colts your age, you should be ready to go another few rounds soon enough. In the meantime, it's time you learn the first important lesson of being with a mare."
"What's that?" Pistachio asked.
"That a gentlepony always returns the favor," Rarity stated as she shrugged out of her robe and leaned back on the opposite side of the couch. She spread her legs wantonly, giving Pistachio his first, unobstructed view of a mare other than his mother. He wasn't sure what he should do besides stare, but he was certainly not having trouble getting hard again with this view.
"I understand that it's a lovely view," Rarity spoke, a slight hint of impatience in her voice, "but if you don't mind prying your eyes away, I promise that it tastes as good as it looks."
"You want me to lick you there?" Pistachio asked. He wasn't aware that was something a pony could do.
"Yes dear, that is the idea," Rarity was doing her best to stifle a giggle as she instructed him. She'd had virgins before, but never anypony with this little idea of how to go about things. Were all colts and fillies growing up on rural farms this innocent? She tried to imagine Pinkie Pie having such little sexual experience back when she was growing up, but some things were beyond imagining. Rarity swore that girl was born with a cock in her mouth, the way she got around. Oh well, there were more important things to focus on now, as Pistachio leaned down between her legs. Rarity could feel his warm breath teasing her lower lips.
"Don't be nervous dear," Rarity coached him, "just do whatever feels natural, avoid biting anything down there, and you'll do fine. I have complete faith in you."
Pistachio wished he was as confident about himself as Rarity seemed to be, but he supposed he might as well try his best and rely on her to guide him if he did anything wrong. The sight of her vagina on full display for him, along with the intoxicating aroma emanating from her, had gotten him rock solid again. He'd really have preferred sticking his dick into the hole in front of him rather than his tongue, but at this point he was willing to do whatever Rarity asked him to do if it meant this dream continued.
He leaned in and parted her lips with his tongue. He gave a quizzical lick along her cleft, trying to get an idea of what sort of taste he would encounter. To his pleasant surprise, he quite enjoyed the flavor on his tongue. He began to lick her with more enthusiasm, lapping at her like a thirsty dog. He heard her moan as one of her hooves began to stroke his mane.
"That's good Pistachio," she panted, "try to get a little deeper in there, and move your tongue around more. Don't be afraid to explore down there."
Pistachio did his best to follow her directions, burying his snout against her as he tried to get reach deeper inside. Her juices were flowing heavy now, and he happily drank down what he could she soaked the fur around his muzzle. He began to draw his tongue along her inner walls, letting the appendage run along her and trying his best to taste every square inch of her insides. Her breathing was getting louder and faster now, and the hoof tangled in his mane started to apply more pressure, pushing him further inside of her.
Needing to pull back a bit to breath, Pistachio began to explore the outer areas of Rarity's treasure. He ran his tongue around her lips, and then noticed a small, hard protrusion at the top. Curious, he ran his tongue across her clit. This earned him a cute squeak from the mare. He figured that he should maybe focus on the new button he found. He rolled his tongue around her button, then sucked on it briefly before pushing on it with his tongue. At this, her whole body tensed and she wrapped her hind legs around him as she screamed and squirted all over his face. Once his surprise wore off, he smiled happily though his soaked fur, figuring he must have done something right to earn all that.
"My goodness, Pistachio, you do that better than some mares I know. You truly are a natural talent, a diamond in the rough," Rarity praised him once she calmed down. "Now come up here and let me clean you up a bit. You certainly earned it."
Pistashcio raised his face to meet hers, and suddenly found himself engaged in a passionate kiss with the mare of his dreams. Rarity and his tongue danced across each others mouths as she embraced him. When they broke apart, Rarity began to lick his face clean, lapping up the fluids that she had just soaked him with and greedily drinking it down. Once she was satisfied with her work she released him and hopped daintily off of the couch.
"Now then, I think it's best for us to move into the bedroom before we continue. This couch simply won't do as a stage for our main event," she said, leaving her tail raised high as she walked to the bedroom, leaving no part of her hidden to her young lover.
"Main event?" Pistachio asked as he started to follow her.
"Why, losing your virginity of course," she stated simply. "Just think what it would do to my reputation if ponies heard I let a handsome young stud like you share a room with me all night and didn't let you fuck me," she teased, "It would be an absolute scandal!"
Pistachio was only half listening as he followed Rarity to the bed. He was trying to process the fact that he was about to lose his virginity to one of the most attractive mares in Equestria. Just the thought of feeling himself inside of her was almost enough to make him cum again, but he knew he had to calm down if he wanted to make the most of this opportunity. Still, when he saw Rarity leaning over the bed and presenting herself to him, he wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to last.
He walked behind her and attempted to mount her, but the difference in height made it a little awkward.
"Oh, my mistake dear, so sorry," Rarity apologized as her horn began to glow. She lifted an ottoman from the other room with her telepathy and floated it into position behind her. Standing atop it, Pistachio found it much easier to line himself up with the promised land before him. He leaned his weight on top of her, lined up his cock with her hole, and with one quick motion he entered her.
If Pistachio thought her mouth had felt like heaven, then this was heaven, nirvana, elysium, and valhalla all wrapped within the confines of a single hot, wet, tight, perfect tunnel of pure pony bliss. His hips began to move on their own as primal instinct took over and the only thought consuming his mind was the need to fuck and breed this mare beneath him. Five thrusts later, he was cumming again, splashing his seed inside of her and coating her walls with himself. He let out a moan and collapsed atop her.
"We are going to have to do something about that endurance of yours," Rarity said as Pistachio tried to recover his senses.
"Sorry," he manged to say as he blushed at her comment.
"Not to worry," she said with a chipper tone, "the talent is there and that's what's important. Any stallion can learn to last with practice, but the skill to make a mare cum as hard as you made me earlier can be elusive amongst even the most experienced lovers. Even that rutting was feeling quite nice while it lasted."
"Thanks," Pistachio said, feeling a little better.
"Now, what do you say?" Rarity asked, "Do you think you have another round in you or should we call it a night?"
"Umm, I think I could probably get hard again," Pistachio stated, not wanting to risk throwing away the opportunity to have more sex with Rarity.
"Excellent, that's what I love about colts your age," Rarity said, smiling. "Now pull out of me and lay down on the bed. I think you'll like this next part, it's a little trick I learned from a friend of mine named Starlight."
Pistachio was almost reluctant pull out of Rarity, even if he was pretty flaccid at this point and just getting soaked in his own cum. He decided that it was best to continue letting Rarity lead, and clambered up onto the bed. He lay on his back, head on one of the half dozen pillows provided, and took a moment to appreciate how plush and soft the bed was. Even in his lust induced haze, a small part of his brain marveled at how different all this was to the cramped, hay-stuffed cushion he slept on at home.
Rarity stood at the foot of the bed, taking a moment to appreciate the view of her young colt lover. Pistachio saw her horn glow again, and suddenly a light blue aura surrounded his dick and balls. He gasped at the strange sensation of magic playing over his most sensitive bits. The magic rolled over and caressed everywhere it touched at once, with a tingling, almost electrical sensation following it. Rarity hummed to herself as her magic intensified, and the spell around his dick became even more sensational. Within minutes of this treatment, Pistachio was back at full attention. He whimpered a bit when Rarity released the spell, but looked on in eager anticipation as she climbed up onto the bed with him.
Rarity positioned herself over him, looking down at the young colt as she lined herself up with the stiff mast beneath her. He could feel his own cum dripping out of her and down onto his erection as she hovered over him. She gave him a sultry smile as she leaned down and kissed him again. He parted his mouth and let her tongue enter him as she lowered her waist and impaled herself on his cock. The two moaned into their kiss as she began to ride him, lifting her hips up and slamming them down over and over. Having already cum twice tonight, Pistachio was convinced that he could make himself last longer this time. He focused on the kiss instead of the wonderful warmth surrounding his dick, wrestling Rarity's tongue with his own and trying to fight his way into her mouth. This battle taking place within their kiss was enough to distract him long enough for Rarity to really work her self up as she rode him. At last, Rarity broke the kiss and leaned back, sitting straight up atop his dick as she bounced up and down.
"Yes, that's it Pistachio, fuck me hard!" she screamed, "Fuck me and shoot another load inside of me. Make me your mare!"
Hearing this, and reaching his limits, Pistachio began to pump his own hips to match the mare above him. Soon enough he was cumming again, shooting up into her as her walls tightened inside of her, seizing his cock like a vice as she came along with him. She fell on top of him, the two struggling to catch their breath as they panted together in the afterglow.
"Should we, uh, clean up?" Pistachio asked at last, doubting he had enough energy to even move, but not wanting to make some breach of etiquette on his first time.
"Such a gentleman to the end," Rarity smiled, stroking a hoof though his mane as she rolled off and lay beside him, "but no, we can shower in the morning, and the hotel maids will clean up the linens tomorrow. For now, I think we both need to get some rest, we have a busy day tomorrow. I hope that you haven't forgotten that we are still in the midst of Manehatten Fashion Week." She gently poked his nose in a friendly manner as she said this, teasing the young colt.
"Of course not Rarity, but all of this, especially tonight, just seems so unbelievable. I'm almost afraid that if I go to sleep now, I'm going to wake back up on the acorn farm and realize that his was all just a dream."
"It's not a dream darling, I promise," she reassured him, wrapping her body around his and letting him snuggle up agaisnt her chest, "so instead of worrying about waking up at home, instead you should look forward to everything we're going to do for the rest of the week. There's ponies to meet, fashion to see, and, most importantly, there's your endurance to work on. I promise, we'll be practicing that every night we're together this week, so make sure you get plenty of rest."
"Thank you, Rarity. For everything."
With that, the two ponies, soaked in each other's fluids and exhausted from a busy day and evening of pleasure, drifted off to sleep entwined in one another's hooves.
Author's Note
Poor Pistachio doesn't get any love for how cute he is in Best Gift Ever. Searching him on this site returns only two fics, and none of them are clop. Not only does he not get a tag here, he wasn't even in the background photos during "The Magic of Friendship Grows". Spoon Clothes girl got to be in that mural! Pocahontas-stand-in buffalo girl got to be in that mural! I had to reminded that the goddamn Breezies existed during that mural! But no cute teen acorn farmer with an obvious crush on Rarity. The injustice is maddening.
Also maddening is the number of times I had to correct my spelling of Manehatten because I kept spelling it like the actual city. That 'e' is really sneaky.
Anyhow, enjoy the read and spread the Pistachio love.
