Fabulosity in Fact

The soap and water of the shower soothes your aches and pains as it washes away the dry, cracked blood from the attack down the drain, and out of mind. When you feel you’re clean enough, you just stand there, with nothing but the rush of water hitting you and running down the luxury bath.

You don’t know how long you pass the time there. You just stand there and think. You wonder what would’ve happened if you hadn’t walked into the Carousel Boutique that day. Would it still have worked out for you? Would you have learned the true ideology behind fashion, or learned the true extent of your social power as a celebrity to others? Probably not.

She’s been a blessing since you saw her. And she’s leaving soon. She has her own life, as you have yours. Sure, she could visit, but…

Sigh… a pony like Rarity comes along once in a blue moon. You could have any mare with just a wink and a pick-up line, maybe buy them a drink at the very most. But Rarity? No, you’d be hard-pressed to get somepony quite like her. And she’s going to be on a train and out of your grasp soon.

Maybe that just makes you want her even more.

Knock-knock.

Speak of the she-devil.

“It’s open!” you call out. The one-of-a-kind unicorn herself pushes the door open. There she stands for a moment or two, admiring the soap-covered view you’re presenting her with, before she slams the door shut with a swift rear-hoof.

“My work here is done,” she grins, “I think you’ll find those dresses suitable for your employed models.”

“So it’s over?” you ask. It’s a strange thought - you’re happy that she managed to complete her task in only a few days, but saddened by the idea of her moving on with her life.

“My work is, certainly,” she coos, “But my leisure time has only just begun.” To your surprise, she places her fore-hooves over the side of the bath, before hoisting herself into it entirely, joining the cramped, yet cosy space with you.

“You see, I’ve been thinking about the conversation we had,” she coos, stroking your chest delicately as her mulberry mane dampens and falls past her face, complete with the rapid water droplets that trickle down her every feature, “If I’m going back to Ponyville soon, we should make the most of the time we have together right now.”

The warmth of the shower does nothing to stop the shivers of excitement in response to what she says next; “And I think we’ll make the most of our time with a nice. Hot. Steamy. Shower.”

You figure you might as well make her feel… comfortable.

Taking the soap from the side, you lather up your fore-hooves before sliding them sensually up and down Rarity’s velvety soft coat. Your tender caressing is responded by a gentle sigh from her as she embraces you, pulling you that much closer to her glistening, wet body.

Your hooves start to drift a little lower. Her deep, scented breathing can be felt dangerously close to your face. When her own hooves begin to tenderly massage you in return, her body pushed against yours in the most wonderful way, your pounding, primal urges push you that much further onward in the form of a hot, passionate kiss.

You shiver as you take in her taste with your lips, and grasp her smooth, shapely figure with your fore-hooves. She feels as perfect and sexy as you imagined. A soft, muffled giggle vibrates from her, without breaking contact with your lips. You wonder what she’s planning, at least for a moment, until she stops her sensual massage and instead focuses her attention on-

You audibly gasp, detaching your kiss, when one of Rarity’s dripping hooves reach the tender area between your legs, and holds your clearly noticeable - and excited - manhood. Her other one reaches out of the nearby soap, with which she lathers herself from hoof to fetlock.

Before you can even think of what to ask her, you’re hit with a rush of arousal as her slippery, soap-sudded hooves rhythmically slide up and down, up and down your smooth shaft. You aren’t one for lying down in a shower, but in this case you’re happy to lie down, giving her easier access to your whole body. She leans over closer, her hooves feverishly working faster and faster as you take in the pleasure, and the sensation of warm shower flowing over the both of you.

Just as you start to feel the wonderful, mounting pressure in your tip, you pull yourself upwards to Rarity’s level. Your hooves have her sleek, round hips firmly in your grasp. With a sense of dizzy pleasure reaching its highest, you feel obliged to excite her in return, exploring that little bit lower until you reach her tender entrance.

Imagine your sense of bliss when you discover that it’s already wide, quivering in anticipation. Dripping, be it from the water trickling down her perfect body, or her own produce. And ready for far more pleasure than mere hooves can give. No sooner do you touch her marehood, before she falls toward you with an unexpected moan of pleasure, stealing another kiss from your lips.

You try to hold yourself back from the approaching climax, but the whole situation - the water caressing your every inch, the mare’s eager massaging of your shaft, the welcome kiss that accompanies her blissful moan, the desire to be inside her, and her desire to let you in - it’s almost too much. Almost.

Despite your best efforts to hold off, a jolt of sexual thrill runs though you, and you let loose a solitary rush of relief. A few droplets of your own fluid trickle forth, mingling with the shower’s stream before disappearing down the drain. Luckily, you have far more left in you than that.

“Bedroom,” your sexually ravenous partner tells you. Not asks you; tells you. “Bedroom, now.”

Last time she demanded that, she had a certain task she had to finish. This time, however, it’s just you, her and the whole night ahead.

The time it took to turn the shower off and scrub yourselves dry felt closer to seconds than minutes. Once you’re both dry enough - no time to dry your manes or tails thoroughly, not while you’re as keen to reach the bedroom as you are - you open the bathroom door to find…

“Whoa.”

The multiple mannequins that were once dotted around the room are now brushed to the side. The lights are dimmed, accompanied only by the warm glow of candles that stand on the various drawers and shelves.

But best of all, the bed beckons you from the centre of the room.

“You were in there for a while before I joined you,” she quickly explains, “not only did I finish the dresses, but I also had time to set up some candles and turn down the lights.”

You say nothing. You only give her a thankful nuzzle, safe in the knowledge that she’s willing to pull out all the stops for you, before leading her to the awaiting bed. You both fall onto it as one, making sure Rarity is under you. Her hind legs part invitingly as you crawl over her, demanding your utmost attention.

With a hoof of yours lifting her head, you kiss her yet again, while your body slowly descends over hers. Your hips brush together, teasing what is to come. Keeping yourself as steady as your trembling nerves will allow, you bring your pulsating tip to her wet, blossoming flower, and slowly push yourself inside, the sensation taking your breath away as you enter.

Rarity squirms from the feeling, as if she’s trying to push herself deeper onto you. All you can do is help; with a calm thrust, you push yourself all the way inside her, until your hips collide with hers. Her pleasurable gasp, followed by a sigh that drips with arousal, is all she responds with.

You like that sound.

You decide to give her another thrust, revelling in her pleasure. And another thrust. And another. Each time getting faster and faster, each time causing Rarity to react - a satisfying twitch, an aroused gasp, a held-back moan - until you both fall into the rhythmic, sexual dance you know and love, pounding away at the rate of your loud, rapid pulse.

It isn’t long before Rarity’s face begins to glow redder and redder; she has long since given up attempting to hide her laboured moaning. By this point, in fact, they are more like the sharp, rising yells of her approaching climax. As for yourself, you are keeping well enough under control - the fun you had back in the shower had prepared you for this in advance - but the warm, wet sensation from each thrust sends one spasm of pleasure after another through you.

A sudden convulsion from the gorgeous mare. Her hooves suddenly reach out and grab you, squeezing you, giving her something to hold on to. She lets out a shuddering cry of relief as she reaches the tip of her climax. A moment later, you feel a rush of hot, slippery fluid flow over your shaft, lubricating it as you quicken your pace, falling into the throes of your own sexual desire.

Sweat rolls down every inch of Rarity’s perfect body, her ragged breathing still taking second fiddle to her moaning as she continues to derive pleasure, despite reaching past her zenith. Your tip is starting to beg for release, the severe temptation of discharging held back simply because you want it to last longer. You want it to build up more.

Yet another spasm of pleasure jolts though you, this time through your entire body. With a final few thrusts, you feel yourself finally breaking as your own produce rushes at full force towards orgasm. No way to stop it.

Finally, you let yourself loose. Burying your shaft deep inside her, you hold yourself still as you feel the wonderful, relieving gush that spurts from you, and mingles with her own fluids of sexual release. Each passing second gives you a climactic shiver as you feel your lust spurting, draining from it.

And then it’s over. There’s nothing but you, Rarity and the warm, sexual afterglow as you dismount her, rolling to the side of her in exhaustion, catching your breath. You hadn’t realised how tired you were during the activity itself; must’ve been too much fun to notice.

Rarity’s delicate eyes flutter shut, be it from the aftermath of pleasure, or the result of fatigue. Either way, she silently nuzzles you, resting her beautiful, weary head on your shoulder. Over time, your eyelids become heavy too. You shut your eyes to the world, letting the gentle sigh of Rarity’s breath become the only sound you hear. The only sound that lulls you into slumber.