A Look Into The High Life
“Umm... don’t you think you’re being a little too generous...?” asked Rarity, rather dumbfounded at Fancy Pants’s proposal.
“Not at all, Miss Rarity. I’d say you deserve it, especially after how the Canterlot ponies have treated you,” he responded in his trademark calm voice.
Both of them, together with Fleur De Lis, had arrived at the stallion’s living room after a rather short span of time of curious looks from the Canterlot folk.
Rarity was trying to contain herself from squealing like a filly in root of all the excitement she was experiencing: things had gone several levels better than what she had in mind, seeing as how she was now going to receive some dresses “for both inspiration and the lovely lady”, as Fancy Pants himself had explained in the way.
“I just... I don’t want to come off as I’m begging you or anything, it’s just that...” Rarity trailed off, her eyes examining every single detail of the room, her grin starting to get nigh impossible to contain.
“Well, miss, we’ll be right back,” said Fancy Pants with a tone of humbleness that somehow managed to feel rather natural. “I don’t think it would be too considered to waste your time,” he continued, his trademark look of hospitality appearing on his eyes.
“Oh, no no no...” Rarity chuckled nervously. “I don’t mind at all, s-sir.”
With this being said, Fancy Pants and Fleur De Lis began their trip upstairs, leaving Rarity alone with her mind. Needless to say, she was completely ecstatic.
Such beautiful furniture around the place...; I have to admit I know next to nothing about it, but I can most certainly tell what the idea while structuring the room was: to give a feeling of being welcome, to make guests feel well and relax.
...I must say it works like a charm: I completely feel like I'm being treated like a princess here, and I'm doing nothing but to stay here! Oh, how envious am I of the Canterlot society...
Rarity frenziedly rambled on and on, her eyes jumping from one spot in the room towards another. Every time she changed the focus, she found another thing to compliment on; she was starting to sound like Pinkie Pie, as she noted in her own mind.
Just look at this place! It's magnificient! Not a single speckle of dust, not a single... a single... I don't know! But... isn’t it pretty, Rarity?
Slowly, she started to give a few steps around the room, as if to nothing but to bask in the beauty of it all. She was seriously starting to question her coherence, given at how much she was starting to appreciate something as simple as being in a room. ...Well, a pretty room whilst waiting for something to happen. A something that she’d waited years for.
A couple of minutes had passed, and her excitement could do nothing but to grow.
But quiet down, Miss Rarity. Try to keep your attitude, and you shall shine! she assured herself.
Just relax... inhale... exhale... everything is going smoothly... everything shall go just fine...
There was a short silence right after she said that. The sound that broke that silence was a distant chuckle that sounded like it came from the second floor.
Eh...? Who could that be? A foal, maybe? Do they have a foal?
There was another sound right after that, at which she perked her ears up, trying to catch any sound present in the house: a soft thump.
It sounds like a foal... maybe it is having a hard time trying to walk in a straight line and just fell. Awww, he... or maybe she... must be such a pretty little thing! she practically squealed, letting her inner filly take control of her for some seconds; right after it, she proceeded to try to calm herself down once again:
...Am I getting too involved with this place...? Remember, you're here to work, Rarity. Finding new contacts shall come later.
A third sound came, a little louder than the rest: a slap-like sound.
...That isn't a sound a foal would make, at all... Rarity remarked to herself, as her attention was picked completely. What could be going on there...?
A faint “ah, Fleur...” could be heard in the distance, at which Rarity began to go through possibilities even faster.
That's Fancy Pants's voice. Maybe they're having a difficult time finding those dresses he talked about? Yes, probably that... nothing else...
The same chuckle could be heard again, but only a little louder; loud enough to dissipate any kind of doubt: it was clearly Fleur’s voice.
Umm, I don't think that's... she said to herself, rather nervously.
As if to leave things clear, another voice could be heard:
“Ah, Fancy, dear... right there...” spoken in a clearly pleasured female voice. Who else could it be, if not Fleur?
Oh dear... remarked an insecure Rarity, as she tried her best not to think about the situation. This better not be...
A long creak could be heard, not unlike the one a door would make if moved slowly. The possibilities of it not being... ‘it’ were become rather scarce.
This better not... be...
A painfully long patch of silence followed.
For crying out loud, Rarity... nothing like that was happening; why can’t you forget about that for just a week!? I was just overanalyzing things.
For a while, Rarity was just ranting against herself for misinterpreting things... but, to be honest, how could it not be? The signs were clear, clear as a crystal.
But suddenly, Fleur’s voice came from upstairs:
“Ah, Celestia, yes... don’t- don’t stop...”
Rarity stopped dead on her tracks at the instant the voice went through her ears.
Oh, goodness... They are... They are doing it... I'm not sure of how to feel... she stuttered out as she gave a step forward, her inner thoughts telling her to go watch, at which she countered herself rather swiftly, starting a fight between her different stances:
No, Rarity, you're not supposed to spy on ponies...!
But... but... I might never get the chance again! Plus, what could I lose?
Your dignity and your reputation! What if they see you!?
What if they're not doing 'it'?
And what if they are?
Only one way to find out...
She stopped there, once again. She made a good point... but... she also made a good counterpoint...
...Ugh, just be cautious... you might never know with those ponies. But if you ruin it, it’s your fault.
And so, using rather impressively stealthy steps, Rarity managed to get closer and closer to the source of the sounds. There was no excuse: it was all clear: they were doing it, right there and right then.
At the hallway, she could see a door half-open and deducted that it was the place she was looking for, even when she couldn’t tell what is going on inside of it yet.
"Ah, Fleur... she might hear us..." said the stallion in a hoarse whisper.
“Who, that pony? She's on the first floor. I doubt her hearing is so sharp,” answered the pink-haired mare.
Little does she know... remarked Rarity, a smug grin on her face.
The walls were the only thing that separated Rarity from the gaze of the ponies inside of the room, as the sounds of their lovemaking started to get a little too loud. They don’t know “quiet”, do they...?
Due to pure luck, the door managed to be in that magical position that allowed Rarity a view of the contents inside and also managed to leave her out of sight. Despite hating herself for doing so, Rarity just sat on the floor of the hallway, her eyes fixed on that little opening.
Fancy Pants seemed to be giving his tongue a workout in that very moment, as Fleur tried to just bite into the bed and not to make any sound: needless to say, she was failing.
Dear Celestia, that sounds so pleasuring... He seems to know a lot about this... Who would have thought a high society pony would have so much knowledge about something of this style? ...That sounds heavenly, it sure does... started Rarity, in her mind.
I say "sounds" because I can barely see what going on: I can only see what has to be Fleur's legs at the sides of what clearly is Fancy Pants's head, which is practically pasted to her crotch. What I wouldn’t give to be...
Fleur, by herself, was doing all kinds of sounds, even some that would be considered far too strange, but they all managed to spark some interest, maybe too much interest in the fashionista. Her arousal was starting to get uncomfortable in that moment, but she was too taken away by her interest to even bother with her comfort.
A short while passed before Fleur spoke up again:
“Ah, I'm ready, dear...” she said while Fancy Pants separated his muzzle from her labia, a clear trail of saliva and her arousal fluids hanging from his mouth.
He stood up, their eyes meeting eachother’s. Luckily enough, none of them bothered to look at the door.
Hold on... is that... Is that Fancy's--!? she asked nopony in particular as she catches a glimpse of the stallion’s rather large package.
Oh Celestia, it completely is! He's got a foal's leg down there... And Fleur is... she continued, feeling herself moistening at an alarming rate.
"Let's try to keep it down, shall we...?" he whispered hoarsely while aligning their bodies.
Sweet merciful Celestia, his voice is so... so enticing... when he whispers... remarked Rarity to herself, drawing a hoof near towards her nether regions. I wouldn’t mind, sir...
“Gently, gently...” Fleur moaned as Fancy began to push inside of her. He slid in rather easily, and it seems that neither of them expected that.
His gasps... what wouldn’t I give to be the one feeling that long, hard, throbbing, thick, juicy, warm... she began, losing herself in the middle of the phrase. She softly rubbed a hoof against her labia, biting her lip to avoid leaving out any kind of moan that could betray her and reveal her position. Rarity didn’t seem to mind the fact that they were supposed to be helping her, given the fact that she was enjoying herself like never before.
With a rather privileged sight, Rarity saw their intimate moments, leaving behind her feelings of shame, engulfed in a profound bliss.
The sound of their bodies slapping together, even when quiet, did an echo against the hallway’s walls, sounding maybe even louder than in reality. Fleur De Lis was completely lost in ecstasy, voicing a rather large assort of phrases while Fancy Pants impelled himself in and out of her at a rapid-fire pace, managing to keep his voice rather low. The wet sound of their pre-seminal juices being pushed around as his member was pushed inside of her was always present of the background, complementing and harmonizing their hushed exclamations as they began to lose themselves in a haze of pleasure.
“It just—ah, right there... it just feels better every time we do it...” moaned Fleur, her voice jumping up a few tones from her typical way of speech.
Rarity herself was imagining herself it that position, beneath the force of his thrusts. Her breathing was starting to become a little too loud, but, at the same time, she didn’t really care about it. She was completely lost in delight, and everything else seemed to take place at a second plane. Slowly, she passed her hoof between her folds, rather surprised at how wet she was.
All three of them lost track of time, their minds bombarded with the pressure and incommensurable ecstatic excitement of the possibility of being caught.
For how long all of it had went on? Nopony even cared to keep it down anymore: Fleur’s moans were well over the volume of normal speech, Fancy Pants had come out of his whispers and started to get a little more vocal, and Rarity couldn’t or just didn’t want to hold to hold her gasps inside anymore. Whether they heard eachother or not seemed to not be of importance any longer, seeing as the bed creaking would be an easy guess.
“F-Fleur, dear... ah, heavens, I’m going to—” barely managed to say Fancy Pants before succumbing to his inner voice: in the last moment, he pushed with all his might, slamming his entire member into Fleur, leaving out a raspy little shout as his legs spasmed just a little.
Fleur, in root of the sudden deep penetration and from the fact that she was, indeed, close, also hit her orgasm, biting her right hoof just in time to muffle part of the agonizing shout.
Both of them embraced eachother in a loving hug, sealing the moment.
A while passed before they moved again, with Rarity still sitting in the hallway, albeit with both of her forehooves free. She stood up, in silence, not thinking of anything. The trip downstairs was entirely silent, which was something that she couldn’t have liked more.
Fast, try to make like you're doing something elegant, something worthy of Canterlot! she said to herself as she got down. Wait, how are you supposed to mask that YOU are moist and dripping?
She started to look at every single spot on the room again, except for the fact that, this time, she couldn’t find anything to hide her little condition.
Seeing the situation, she started to sketch out a plan.
Play along to anything they say, say you've got to go home because you're really inspired, grab fabric they provided you and levitate it as you go...
Remember, you can hide somewhere, make something nice out of the fabric they gave you and just run away from there towards home.
She could hear hoofsteps going down the stairs, so she braced herself not to come off as awkward.
...Oh, Aloe and Lotus are going to DIE when they hear about this!
