Scene One: Eclectic Taste
Scene One: Eclectic Taste
It is often regarded by only the highest and poshest variety of ponies residing in the heart of Equestria, that Class and Elegance are the red ropes of Canterlot; Decorative and fetching in appearance, but more or less a barrier of entry so for only the finest of guests may fancy among the city. That is, unless one contributes to saving the world from multiple monsters, tyrants, and infestations, that any apparent low land country folk might receive a free pass through the ropes. Such a dynamic is to always attract the most puzzling of circumstances. So, as such, this is precisely what makes this visit so exhilarating for a certain couple of Ponyville friends.
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An ecstatic rainbow-maned pegasus jets through the hallways of the Canterlot castle suites, alerting and confusing the guards at the entrance, as if they’d seen a ghost rush past them. At the doors of a nearby dorm where her friend was staying for the weekend, an intense and speedy hoof knocking was all the halls could echo.
“Rarity! Are you almost ready?? The Wonderbolts Garden Dinner started 45 minutes ago! I wanna get there in time before the veggie table is emptied!”, the excited pegasus Rainbow Dash yelled.
“I’ll be out in a few!”, a high-register sing-songy voice replied.
“Yeah…a few what, exactly?”, Rainbow rhetorically asked.
The doors swung open, revealing a white-coated unicorn mare and a particularly stunning white silk dress adorned with a blinding theatrical glow behind her for dramatic effect.
“Seconds, perhaps?”, a coy response was heard from the mare. “One can never be over-presented when attending a dinner in honour of her friend, especially that of a Wonderbolt!”
“I appreciate it Rare”, Dash assured, “but being on time I’d argue is much more valuable than some dress.”
Rarity restrained herself not to address such a dismissive statement on her wardrobe. “Well, Rainbow, it wouldn’t hurt for you to wear something from time to time either.”
A puff and a grin could be heard from the blue pegasus, followed by a shared giggle among the two.
“I really am happy that you decided to share this evening with me, Rarity, and that is certainly a beautiful get-up you have”, Rainbow complimented. “Looking to impress anypony tonight?” She teased.
Rarity giggled as the two made their way near the castle’s ballroom. “Not anypony more than a fellow Shadow Spade connoisseur might recognise”, she retorted. “This dress in particular is an interpretation of the dress described in the banquet scene of Chapter 7 where Miss Spade met…”
The sounds of novel lore and character names soon drifted out of focus from Rainbow’s ears as they entered the ballroom. Rarity herself managed to fall silent for the decor, though it wasn’t completely unlike any event she’s seen. Rainbow immediately flew off to grab a plate of grilled carrots and broccoli, with Rarity following shy a few seconds behind her. Before she could levitate an item of food, however, a particularly pleasing yet familiar fragrance guested her nose. Sniffing the air around her for a better guess, it was clear the scent that had come over her.
“Mmm..Is that Juniper Phoenix I smell?” Rarity questioned to herself but loud enough for anypony around her to respond.
“No, it’s Broccoli!”, her pegasus friend answered.
“Yeah, Juniper Phoenix is one of my favourite stallion colognes”, the deep aged voice of a stallion from her left replied.
Rarity and Rainbow both turned to put a face to the mysterious voice next to them, only to be met with a striking and handsome blue stallion pegasus in a puffy wind jacket and a slip-knot scarf around his neck. Taken by his elegance, Rarity was eager to converse.
“Oh, mine as well! It’s masculine, and yet soft, with the barest hint of floral notes and-” the unicorn was interrupted by an even more excited Rainbow Dash.
“Rarity!” She yelled through a whisper, “Don’t you know who this is??”
“A gentlepony with fabulous taste in colognes and scarves?” the mare both correctly and incorrectly guessed.
“It’s Wind Rider!”, Rainbow yelled, a bit louder this time. “He’s a living legend! He holds the Wonderbolt record in the Mustang Marathon!”
The stallion softly laughed, as a smidge of modesty fell upon him. “Well, that was a long time ago. Honestly, I can’t believe I still hold the record”, he admitted.
“Wind Rider!”, a raspy mare’s voice called out. “I see you met Rainbow Dash! She's one of our most promising Reserves. She just might beat your record!”, Wonderbolt Commander Spitfire suggested.
“Really now?”, Rider intriguingly questioned.
“Oh heh, I’m nowhere as good as you!” Rainbow confessed, rambling a bit further against herself.
“Ah don’t be so modest!” Spitfire responded. “A little practice and you’ll be breaking records in no time!”.
“Heh heh..well, it’s nice to meet you, fillies.”, Rider parted, continuing down the food line.
“I can’t believe I just met Wind Rider!!” Rainbow celebrated!
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Following in a party of his fellow Wonderbolts, a slightly concerned Wind Rider hung near the caboose of the group. It was clear to anyone who may have noticed that he was pondering something.
“Hey Spitfire”, he called out, not too loud as to bring any more attention to himself.
“Yes sir?” she replied in volume.
“You were just humouring that reserve pony back there, right?”, he begrudgingly asked.
“Not quite sure what you mean, sir. But I’m not exactly known to be one to humour anypony”, she joked, though with a genuine demeanor.
“Right..but you don’t honestly believe she’s gonna beat my record, don’t you?”, Rider elaborated, the nervousness in his voice beginning to cut through his attempts at a laugh.
“I don’t know, sir! Not everypony can perform a Sonic Rainboom!”
A surprised and yet infinitely more worried Wind Rider was nearly at a loss for words, as if the feelings of impressiveness and resentment fought over his tongue and couldn’t decide what to say. “I-I uh…I thought that was just an old mare’s tale!”.
“Welp, not anymore! Come to think of it, she’s done it quite a few times now. Downward, upwards, even once as a filly! Heh… It’s a wonder she hasn’t broken all of our records yet.” Spitfire once again joked, though a slight concern fell on her as well.
“Well uh…I’m gonna get a drink”, the now defeated stallion trudged off, with any attempts at hiding his disappointment now ceased.
“Alright, well don’t get too down in the dumps! You’ll need to be sober for tomorrow’s rehearsal!”, Spitfire yelled back before whispering to herself, “Wouldn’t want another hangover ruining this performance too”.
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“Rarity, come on! Soarin and Firestreak are having a cider drink-off out back!” Rainbow eagerly called for her friend to join.
“Erm..uh…you go on ahead, dear! I’ll fix myself a more adult drink at the bar” Rarity responded.
“Eh, suit yourself!”, the pegasus shrugged and bolted out the doors to the garden.
The unicorn made her way to the bar, noticing a familiar face and jacket at the corner stool, his hair a slight mess from before and a couple empty wine glasses to his right.
“I’ll take another Red Ruby”, an even less enthusiastic Wind Rider asked the tender.
“Mmm…an excellent choice of red wine, if I must say!”, Rarity approached. “It seems you’re as tasteful in wine as you are in cologne and scarves”.
A reluctant smile from the stallion, followed by a lack of response prompted a bit of an odd reaction. Rarity had spent much of the day flirting with quite a few male counterparts, most of which were too dumbstruck to last more than a sentence in reply. Even her more genuine conversations with other stallions tended to last just long enough until they’d suspiciously excuse themselves to the restroom. In a sense, she was certainly relieved to finally converse with somepony that didn’t seem too shy and frightened around her, however, this felt more like a mirror opposite, leading to the same awkward silence that had befallen her previous attempts with other stallions of her age.
“I suppose it is a favourite among your generation”, she pursued a tad further in hopes for a response. “Most foals today don’t seem to care for properly aged fermentations”.
“It sure seems the young ones have a knack for rushing the fine arts”, a response finally delivered, laced with a hint of contempt in his voice on the word rushing.
“Oh I concur!” Rarity agreed, “It’s especially troublesome in the art of conversation, where everypony today is so uninventive of their verbal presentation, but they’ll surely be quick to the point…unlike yourself, I must add”. Before he knew it, Rarity had trotted up right next to his side, between himself and the empty stool to his right, placing a hoof over his as he turned to meet her face, only now getting a chance to truly admire the details. “Now, how about you tell me what’s got you so down?”
“Heh heh”, Rider let out a slight chuckle. “You truly can see right through me, can’t you?”, he asked with a nervous but relieved smile.
“Well, you may call me a detective for this evening of course”, Rarity joked, outside of Rider’s understanding of context. “Erhm…Now, go on! Tell me, is retirement not treating you as it should? Perhaps it’s a lady that upsets you? Do spill!” She eagerly pressures in hopes for any amount of gossip.
Wind Rider looked around for potential evesdroppers, whereas the majority of the party found themselves either at the dance floor, finishing off the last of the snacks, or out back witnessing Fleetfoot outdrink Soarin and Firestreak. “Okay…”, he relinquished. “Let’s say… there is this mare…”
“Ooh!! I knew it!!” Rarity nearly jumped with exhilaration. “Do go on!! Is she something special?”, she asked.
“Yeah…I guess you could say”, his smile turned to a disappointed frown. “But…”, he trailed off in silence.
“There’s somepony else, isn’t there?” Rarity concluded.
Rider sighed. He didn’t want to accept the reality of his envy enough to tell her the truth. But the envy was there, and somepony was standing in his way.
“Look, I know how it feels to want something so badly, and yet it just seems so far away-” she was cut off.
“Oh filly, you have no idea how it feels!” Rider bursted with a bit more volume and emotion in his deep, now almost menacing voice. “How can I carry on as the stallion I am if I can’t…” he paused, remembering the surface story he’s disguised under. “If I...”, struggling to come up with a save and settling for a simple exhale to conclude his near self-incrimination.
Though slightly taken aback, Rarity only leaned closer, placing her hoof around his neck. “And she’s somepony you’d do anything for, isn’t she?”
“Oh I surely would do anything”, he admitted.
“Well, I’ll tell you what”, Rarity told “There was a time when a dear friend of mine stood in the way of something I desperately wanted, a fashion show where I was to be the star. I couldn’t bring myself to step in her way, and it ate me alive”.
“And how did that work out for you?” Rider asked with a hint of sarcasm.
“Well, it was quite funny actually”, her tone cheered up a bit. “Her show was sabotaged by another of our friends, heh heh”.
Wind Rider’s ears jolted upwards quickly, like a deer in the meadow. “Sabotaged?”, he pardoned himself.
“Yes, well, it was quite a big misunderstanding”, Rarity laughed, noticing Rider taking a bit more interest now. “It’s not exactly among our proudest moments, but we opened up and resolved our issues. I suppose I say this to show that, though somepony may stand in the way of something, or somepony you want, there is always a way to put your ambitions at the foresight and do what it must take to achieve your destiny!”
Rarity failed to realise, but she was now standing on the stool next to him as if it were a soap box. “Oh…uhm…apologies for that little display”, she laughed while lowering herself back to the floor. “I may get a bit dramatic at times”.
“Well, Rarity”, Rider looked in her eyes “You should never apologise for your brilliance”.
“Oh well, I-I do of course appreciate the compliment”, Rarity stuttered, realising she was on the opposite side of the flirt for once.
Across the room, the musicians near the dance floor broke out into a slow jazz ballad, one familiar to the seamstress.
“Oh! I absolutely adore this number!” Rarity exulted.
“As do I”, Rider agreed. “In fact, I was close friends with the artist in flight school.”
“Is that so?” Rarity reacted with surprise.
“Indeed! Louis Hoovestrong”, he elaborated. “Brilliant Trumpeter! He wanted to be a Wonderbolt, but his dreams didn’t quite work out for him. Though, it seems he was able to settle with a different career path.
“Well if you ask me”, Rarity retorted, “he was certainly born for the path he ultimately chose”. The lights dimmed for the slow dancers on the floor, making the text on the glass bottles behind the counter all but blurry smudges on glass. Rarity inched closer to the stallion. “If…if you…wouldn’t mind”, she hesitated, “...w-would you care to dance?”
Wind Rider got up from his stool, taking more than a few seconds to consider. It surely was a tempting offer and would finally allow him some fun for the night that was already nearing a close. “I appreciate the offer, darling”, he said with an earnest smile, “But it sure is getting a bit late for me, and I have something I need to do”. A slight look of disappointment on her face began to show, managing to tug at his guilt for a split moment even. “But I’ll be sure to give you a raincheck for the next dance”.
A smile upon Rarity’s face returned. “Well then, I’ll certainly have to hold you to that, won’t I?”. She approached, a bit more movement in her trotting than before. She leaned near his ears for a whisper, “And between you and me, whoever this mare is, she’s surely missing quite a lot from a stallion like yourself”. Before parting the inch-width distance between their faces, she planted a quick sensual kiss upon his right cheek before exiting the ballroom through the garden entrance. Every step purposefully accenting herself, knowing the retired stallion was watching every second.
When she finally left the ballroom, Rider finished down the last of his Red Ruby and flew out through the north wing to his room. Eagerly shutting the door behind him, he locked the latch and made his way to the desk across from his bed. Using his teeth, he closed the blinds to the window that hovered behind the desk, and pulled out a sheet of paper with a quill and ink. “I must do whatever it takes”, he mutters to himself.
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End of Scene One
Author's Note
This was my first ever attempt at a real fanfiction. Though I've written a handful before, this is the first one I truly meant in earnesty. I've always been somewhat of a solid writer of commentary and analysis, but I've always looked to make the translation from analytical to artistic in my writing. In terms of romantic and, soon to be revealed, explicit stories, this is the first of its kind from myself. I sincerely hope this one is enjoyed well as I may look to pursue this art a bit more going forward. Thank you greatly for reading! Peace and Love from The Black Queen!
-Queen Out
Scene Two: The Raincheck
The noise from downstairs had dissipated progressively through the night. The sound of neighboring ponies making their way through the hallway outside Wind Rider’s suite became less and less frequent, indicating that most were off to bed for the night, though, as apparent with the noisy couple next door, not all were intending on sleeping just yet. Rider’s quill dropped from his mouth, followed by an audible sigh and a grin upon his chiseled muzzle, satisfied by his writing.
“This oughta do it!”, he exclaimed in an inside voice. “After tomorrow, my reputation as the greatest flier to ever compete in the Mustang Marathon will remain, and that overly enthusiastic pegasus filly will-”,
DONG!
The startled older stallion nearly jumped as the clock hanging near his bed indicated the time was 10:30pm. Panicked, as if he was late for an event that slipped his mind, Rider removed his jacket but placed the note on his desk. “The bakery closes in thirty minutes!” he excitedly mumbled to himself. Rushing through his spare clothes, flinging jackets and shirts on his floor until he found a particularly androgynous cloak. “Perfect!”, he quietly but passionately celebrated. In addition to his cloak, he removed his scarf to instead wrap it around the majority of his head, not unlike a religious garment but with a fashionable appeal. Rider grabbed a pair of sunglasses and a large hat from the closest before opening the lone window of his suite to make his speedy exit.
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It was a mere thirty-five minutes since Wind Rider had initially departed for the bakery, but after selecting a cake to leave for the guards as a distraction, he returned to his room through the window that he left open. He shivered before closing the window behind him, the room now a cold quarter that might as well have been a passage to the outside. He changed back in his normal jacket to grab the note that had blown off the desk and onto the floor. “I mustn't waste time, they should discover the cake any minute.”, he muttered, once again placing the note in his jacket, he quietly exited the window again, this time shutting it behind him.
The halls from the ballroom were near empty, but for a few ponies still cleaning up. The remainder of the party found themselves outside, tidying up the garden, cleaning up the cider-blended vomit from the little Wonderbolts charade that took place an hour prior. The timing seemed perfect, as an obscured Wind Rider was able to witness from behind the drapes, a third guard approaching the two currently guarding the Northwest Wing, which oddly enough led to the East Tower. The Canterlot Castle was a puzzling anomaly for sure, as apparent by the indifferent guards that he noticed celebrating from a distance, galloping out of the room to quickly enjoy their dessert. Now was his time.
As soon as the third guard tripped on out the southern hallway, Rider made his move through the entrance to the wing they no-longer guarded, eagerly searching for a particular room. There were only two suites in the wing, so the search was short-lived. Standing at the door to Spitfire’s dorm, he took out the note which he had slipped below the threshold. Immediately behind him, he heard the rush of heavy hooves coming towards the hallway entrance about twenty yards away. The guard’s must have come back early. In a desperate attempt to obscure himself, he removed the velvet rope from one of the curtains just to the right of Spitfire’s dorm. If he knew anything about the guards, it’s that they didn’t pay much attention to detail. He patiently waited for a clearing, but they stepped inside the hallways to greet the guests as they retired to their rooms for the night. The guards couldn’t have eaten that entire cake in such a short amount of time, so they were bound to sneak out and finish the rest. With only two rooms, it couldn’t be too long a while before-
“That dinner was absolutely divine!” A very familiar mare’s voice was heard approaching, as she made her way through the entrance to the Northwest Wing. “Thanks for inviting me!”, she appeared to be talking with somepony. Though he could not see, he heard only two sets of hoofsteps, and yet heard three voices. Rider immediately recognised Rarity’s voice from the distance, and while it took a while longer, he put together the second voice to be the raspy drill sergeant Spitfire, likely being escorted to her room. Perhaps the third pony was just in his head or he misheard Spitfire’s tone as a separate voice.
The ponies approached Spitfire’s room and were now just inches away from the curtain he hid behind. He heard the sound of wing flapping just above him, which explained the ecstatic third voice he resented so much. She was here, on the verge of ruining his career yet again.
“Ooh! You’re staying in the East Tower?” Rarity excited, as Spitfire was heard placing her hoof on the handle to her dorm. “Those rooms have the best view of Canterlot!”
“How lucky are we?”, Spitfire responded with equal joy in her voice. “Well, we better get some shut-eye before practice”, she continued, entering her room and shutting the door behind her.
“See you tomorrow, Rarity!” Rainbow shouted as she jetted down the hall to her room.
“Goodnight!” Rarity called back, before slowly trotting back to the wing entrance.
That was the last of the ponies that should be staying in the wing, as it was apparent that Rarity was not staying with Rainbow Dash in the East Tower. Certainly Spitfire wouldn’t be staying with anypony either. As it was, Wind Rider peaked out from behind the curtains to see Rarity trotting just outs ide the wing’s entrance, followed by the two guards behind her that switched their positions to just outside the hallways, facing away from him. Despite the seemingly clear path, Rider waited to be sure that the guards would trudge off back to the southern hallway to finish their cake.
The guards muttered to themselves under their breath, loud enough to hear words being spoken, but too quiet to make out much of anything. Rider did, however, manage to pick out the words “...finish the cake”, confirming his theory. A quick synchronised nod from both guards was exchanged, and they bolted from their posts, clearing his path.
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Rarity took her time trotting through the halls of the Canterlot castle, not even bothering to make it to her own dorm. She had been to the castle many times before and seemed to know her way around, thus navigating the maze of hallways with ease.
Looking down an adjacent deadend hallway was more decor that needed to be admired. She stepped a short distance to view the paintings and flower arrangements. Fresh lavender bunches were arranged along the walls, and paintings of royal advisors, military stallions and mares decorated below them. Rarity would have spent a good ten minutes admiring the brush strokes while critiquing the over-reliance on realism, had it not been for a set of moderately fast hoofsteps that echoed in the previously quiet hallway from whence she came.
“Is that Mr. Rider I see?” Rarity called out from the adjacent hallway.
As suspected, the older stallion was seen just passing by her view, stopping in his tracks as soon as her voice made its way to his ears. Could she have just caught him in the act?
‘No, certainly she couldn’t have seen me exit the Northwest Wing’, he silently told himself. His heart dropped as if it had weighed a hundred pounds, and his sweat ran down onto his scarf, realising he failed to change it with a new one after having stained it from the chocolate cake. He had tied it in a Windsor knot prior to executing his plan. All the possible things that could go wrong were racing through his mind at that instance. ‘Spitfire! What if she discovers the note and exits her room this way, this instant?!’ He composed himself as the unicorn approached.
“Oh, greetings once again, filly! I uh…”, he struggled to come up with an explanation. “I got rather turned around. This castle is so difficult to navigate sometimes”.
Rarity giggled, “Oh certainly so, Celestia sure does love to mess with her subjects with intricate designs! Why, if you think this is too complex, you should see her Royal Labyrinth just outside the castle”, she laughed once more.
“Heh heh”, a quiet but nervous laughter escaped Rider’s mouth. “Well, I’m just looking for my room in the Southeast Wing”.
Rarity smiled, relaxing her eyelids a bit as an idea entered her mind. “Oh well, I know this castle like the back of my hoof! I can show you to your room, if you’d like”, she offered with a tint of relaxation in her voice.
“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly trouble you”, he reassured.
“Nonsense! It’d be my honour!” she insisted. “Now come along! We’ll just go back the way we came and take a right at the ballroom!”.
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The two moderately made their way up the stairs of the Southeast Wing, which of course led to the Southwest Tower. Giggling could be heard between the two, along with talk of scarves and wines echoing through the halls at a volume inconsiderate to the sleeping ponies nearby.
“And honestly, heh heh, I nearly exploded when the caterer managed to mistake a bottle of White Tail Wine for the orders of Everfree Péttilant Cider that I ordered for my 40th”.
“Oh my!” Rarity laughed, no longer hiding behind a modest giggle. “Was he so blind to the difference in colour?”
“It surely didn’t seem like it”, he retorted. “Just another young colt failing to make a good impression as a rookie”, he joked further.
The couple hadn’t realised they arrived at Rider’s suite and nearly trotted past it. “Oh well uh…this is me”, Rider reluctantly indicated towards a nearby door. “Thank you for your escort, Rarity. This is perhaps the most fun I’ve had all night”.
“You surely can’t let one lovely lady get you down”, Rarity replied. “And I certainly can’t let a fine gentlecolt such as yourself succumb to any sort of blues unless properly composed and performed via ensemble!”
“Well…”, he blushed “to be honest..she’s nowhere near as lovely as you”.
A momentary silence fell upon the pair. Any stallion likely would have taken the silence to apologise for making the lady Rarity uncomfortable, but Rider didn’t seem to care. He sincerely meant the compliment. The gaze between their eyes deafened all other outside senses. Not a meteor could crash just outside the dorm to break their attention to each other. An unknown force seemed to pull the two closer together as Rider leaned his head an inch towards hers, to which the unicorn mare eagerly pressed against his muzzle in a passionate display of affection. Though Rider had nearly initiated the pull, he was somehow caught off guard at this sudden move, but quickly relaxed into her, trading a sensual kiss in return. A hoof of Rarity’s found its way to the back of Rider’s head and neck as the two explored each textural detail of each other's lips and tongues.
Rider broke the kiss, offering the two a moment to breathe, still connected at each other's foreheads.
“If I should remind you”, a seductive voice from the mare broke the silence, “you still owe me that dance”.
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The door to the suite swung forward, held open by Rider’s hoof, as he allowed his guest to enter. The room was still mildly chilly from the window having been left open an hour before. Rarity shivered for a moment but appeared delighted to be where she was. Several items of clothing were still clumped up in the corner after having been tossed around the room prior.
Rider closed the door behind him, locking the latch, and navigated to his desk where he had a collection of 45’s that came complimentary with the suite. Using his wing, he flipped through the miniature record collection before one notable sleeve caught his eye. Selecting the disc with his teeth, he placed it upon a nearby phonograph, threading the spindle through the record before cranking the manual wind to the left of the device. As the turntable reached an appropriate 45 RPM, the stylus dropped, allowing a vocal-led Jazz piano ballad to bleed through the horn that protruded from the phonograph.
“Mmm, an enjoyer of Filly Simone, are you not?” Rarity suggested to her stallion host.
“Of course.” the gentlecolt assured. “Her voice is as smooth as the wine she sings about”, he commented, alluding to the song’s lyrics “Night Black Wine is sweet and heady, like my love”.
Taking the lead at the center of the suite, Rider extended his hoof to be joined with hers, to which she accepted and pulled herself in with an earnest smile. The two made way among the floor, two of their hooves joined together at his chest, the other two behind the others’ backs. They swayed to the adagio flow, slowly trading steps back and forth in a rotation, their hind hooves stepping in a perfect seven pointed pattern. Rider initiated a push each twelfth bar, ever so gracefully spinning Rarity outwards before pulling her back in, as she buried her head just below his, feeling the heat beneath his jacket and smelling the fitting cologne of Juniper Phoenix up close.
“I suppose…” Rarity broke the silence, speaking just below her own muzzle, “that you have quite the experience on the dance floor”. She received a momentary chuckle from above her head. “It almost saddens me that I didn’t get to experience your moves earlier tonight. Tell me, what was it that took you away from me downstairs?”.
The question peaked his ears, the musical dissonance coincidentally syncing with this personal quarrel, though a surprisingly calm demeanor washed over, as he found himself rather quick-witted when answering. “I may have been a bit nervous”, he admitted.
“Oh?”, a quiet surprised reaction from Rarity pronounced
“I’ve danced with many mares in my time, though none I felt were as familiar with the cultures”, Rider elaborated. “While it was fun, it always felt a bit more to me than it did any of my partners. I never needed to stay true to the accuracy of a fine dance because my partner would never know. That is…”, he stammered, “…until I met you”. The deception wasn’t completely untrue. Afterall, being a Wonderbolt, most of the mares that came along were either heavy sports ponies or just an average groupie. None had such admirable tastes in art or fashion as he had.
The comment worked like a brush, painting a streak of red across Rarity’s face, as she, for once, failed to respond anything in contest. The two simply continued trading their steps back and forth, approaching the final chorus of the song. Rarity’s head leaning once again to his chest as they swayed. She could feel his heartbeat, slightly rushed, anticipating something more perhaps? Rider himself was taken aback at the scent of her mane, recognising every bit of conditioner and perfume. Fragrances of Jasmine and Lilac tickled his nose, and the texture of her shiny orange dress on his hooves was as smooth as the very curtains he was hiding behind an hour prior.
The last vibratos of Filly Simone trailed the end of the record before leaving the room completely silent, but for the static of the stylus as it dragged along the blank inner grooves. Rarity lifted her head to meet his face, a vulnerable expression turned with a blink to a determined smile. The blue aura around the unicorn’s horn ignited as she used her magic to shut the blinds of the window behind her and proceeded to push her face against his, knocking him down on the bed behind him.
The two erupted in a fiery sea of moans against each others’ muzzles, allowing all their pent-up tension to release. Their lips at an aggressive attack, almost in a war to establish rhythm. Rarity playfully bit back on Rider’s lip, extorting a slightly painful yet pleasurable groan from underneath her, only urging the stallion to further push his lips into hers, allowing their tongues to tangle. Exploring the depths of her cheeks with his tongue, Rarity felt challenged to do the same, trading the space in her mouth with his, their hooves blindly navigating every inch of the others’ chests, backs and thighs.
The mare traced her hooves down his forelegs and found his hoof at her flank, caressing her cutie mark. He grew slightly agitated at the dress that concealed the region, letting go some audible frustrated grunts into her muzzle as his hoof got tangled in the complex frock. Noticing the struggle, Rarity momentarily broke the kiss. Using her magic, she undid the tie at her chest that held her fabrics together, allowing the entire ensemble to slip off.
Rider used this time to untie his scarf with his wings, accidentally revealing the chocolate stain inside. In a panic, he casually chucked the adornment behind the bed frame in hopes she wouldn’t notice. Rarity, however, was far too enamored at the erect protrusion in front of her. Rider hadn’t yet noticed himself, but the presence of his cock grew stiff and was pitching a tent with the dress that had landed atop it. A grin on the mare’s face found itself moving closer to his member, using her teeth to lift the fabric, revealing the large hefty dark blue stallionhood underneath. Not wasting a second, she moved to land a tongue just below his ring, gliding herself up the shaft, receiving for herself a deep moan from the stallion. As she reached the flowery tip, she began teasing him with her tongue, emitting strong waves of tension from Rider’s hips, as he shifted in impatience. Planting a perfectly-fit kiss at his peak before quickly taking in the entire top portion of his member.
A mountain of pleasure washed over Wind Rider, as the mare worked her tongue within her mouth, vertically and around the first few inches, slowly working her way down. At a certain point, she lifted her head, creating a tight vacuum in her mouth that forced her tongue and lips to rub against his flesh with great friction. Just shy of letting him out from her mouth, she lowered her head again with much more force and speed, providing a familiar sensation through Rider’s body and releasing a louder, more guttural moan. She continued this motion, moving up and down, gliding the roughness of her taste buds against the most sensitive patches on his fully erect cock. The room was filled with only the sounds of saliva sloshing and moans, both from the euphoric Wonderbolt legend and the extremely generous unicorn seamstress.
Rarity finally released him from her mouth, much to his disappointment. Though a facial gesture from the mare may not have been needed, Wind Rider took the hint and grabbed her waist, pulling himself up to trade spots on the bed. As she laid on the warm patch of the mattress that he had previously enjoyed, Rider moved down to Rarity’s position, kicking the dress to the side and out of their view. He landed a kiss on her neck and repeated the action, inching downwards each peck to her stomach. A clear scent of her ladyhood right before him, he felt the bulge of her vulva at his chin. Looking downwards, her pussy lips were winking eagerly for some stimulation. Not wasting a minute, he finally returned the favour and placed his tongue on the bulge, moving with much friction upwards.
“Eeep-!..”, a surprised shriek from Rarity broke the silence and echoed the room, followed by an embarrassed covering of her mouth by her hooves. Rider didn’t mind, as it was a common reaction from previous dates. Using his teeth, he delicately nibbled at the winking flesh, sending bolts of pleasure up Rarity’s body. “Oh!...oh my, Wind!”, an exclamation from Rarity broke through. “You really have q-quite the…”, she stuttered, struggling to even remember her own vocabulary, “...the tongue”, she concluded. He considered this his signature move and was always popular with the mares that would frequent the Wonderbolts green rooms and locker rooms, and from the looks of it, Rarity was just as thrilled by his precision and delicacy.
After a few seconds, he laid his tongue at the lower region of her pussy and dug a series of deep licks that penetrated well past her lips. The taste of her juices was, expectedly, quite pleasant and well-maintained, compared to previous partners. Rider enjoyed himself and more-so did the seamstress who was currently reveling in a cloud of intense stimulation of her marehood. His tongue continued to dig through her walls, occasionally pulling out to give a quick tickle to her vulva before plunging back as deep as he could go, all the while Rarity’s moans grew louder and less contained.
Rarity pulled back, releasing Rider’s tongue from her vagina, desperate for more. She took charge of their positions, motioning him to lay down on the bed in her place. Climbing over-top of the stallion, she leaned down to his ear, giving a soft whisper to the canal; “You entertained me with a wonderful dance, now it’s time I return the gesture”.
A pleased look fell upon the Wonderbolt’s face as the mare positioned her rump above his groin, rubbing herself upon his length, the friction igniting both of them in a euphoric ecstasy. With the assistance of her magic glow, Rider felt an aura permeate around him, providing a slight warmth and tingling feel to his stallionhood. Rarity lifted herself up and positioned his shaft right at the entrance of her pussy, only just barely poking through her lips. While his cock had already absorbed the saliva from the prior fellatio, as well as some juices accumulated from her short ride a moment prior, her pussy was still drenched in secretions and his saliva, allowing for a slick and near friction-less penetration. She began to lower herself, engulfing his member inside her. A restrained catch in her voice became audible as the intrusion made its way further down her passageway. One thing she had noticed prior was the sheer size of his package, having outed many stallions in her experience. The thought of reaching her cervix was not only possible, but-... the thought of what was to come caught the mare off guard as she failed to realise that a lone piece of fabric from her silk dress was still hanging on the bed and under her left hind hoof. The smooth material caused her slip, losing her balance, completely slamming the rest of her weight onto his groin, sealing his entire cock inside of her.
“AAAaah!!...”, a scream of pain erupted from the unicorn, certainly waking up any sleeping neighbours. She could feel his presence all the way at the gates of her cervix, pressing into it with enough force to create a noticeable bulge near her stomach. The feeling nearly sent the two in shock.
“Are…are you alright, darling?”, Rider asked, catching his breath after the sudden shift in momentum. Rarity took a minute to respond, gasping from the shock. The room had become noticeably humid, drastically changing the temperature from the formerly night-cold chill they had wandered into. The mare eventually regained a smile before a silent nod, as she shifted her weight back to her hind hooves with one hoof on a nearby pillow for balance, raising her body up wards before sinking back down, sending shivers through both ponies.
Rider pulled his marefriend closer to him, both to allow her more mobility and to share a kiss as she moved. He grabbed a hold of her waist, occasionally assisting in her motions, while also exploring the feel of the fur on her back. The room was filled with quiet moans from the couple, not enough to penetrate the walls of the suite, but enough to fuel their drive. When possible, Rider assisted in moving in rhythm, pushing her slightly higher thus to meet near the middle of his shaft. This created a loud slapping sound between the two, as the secretions, sweat and saliva collided at a harder and wetter surface, echoing the room. Their moans grew louder, only muffled by each other’s mouths.
The older stallion decided to reposition themselves, rolling the mare to the side and onto her back, positioning himself over her for an equal trade off, not letting himself slip out from her lips. Neither needed to speak a word, at least not one found in any dictionary. Their moans and near screams of pleasure were all that were needed to fill any silences. At this new angle, Wind Rider took full charge of the action and proceeded to speed up the push and pull, in and out of the mare, being rewarded with louder cries and a tightening grasp on his cock. Before they knew it, Rarity had contracted herself around his member with a growing intensity building up inside her, like a tight belt constricting around him. This only made his thrusts more difficult, requiring additional force to penetrate her womb.
The bed’s movement was all but slamming against the walls of the suite, certainly disturbing the ponies next door as the gentle nudges from the bedframe against the interior of the bedroom were enough to shake the frames of Princess Luna to the left. What may have been the angered hoof-knocking from a hypocritically annoyed couple trying to sleep could have very well just been the sound of the impacts on the wall.
Rider pulled her waist towards himself for more force, garnering heavy cries from his partner. Her high-pitched moans at each thrust only did more to entice the stallion, ringing the perfect pitch in his ear to satisfy his sex drive and only silencing when the Wonderbolt would periodically lean down for a kiss, though she would still manage to continue her ecstatic moans into his muzzle. Her voice had this smooth but powerful essence to it, comforting him with her presence in sharing this intimate moment.
“Rah... .R-Rider!”, she called out his name, receiving no response from the stallion who was hard at work, hammering away at an increasing tempo. “I’m…”, she stuttered. “I’m almos-....I’m almost..”, the feeling was too much to keep in, every thrust only pushing her closer to her climax. The charming face of the stallion that she was allowing to have his way with her looked up with a grin. “OH WIND!!!”, a cry of the stallion’s first name for a change signaled she was at her brink, as his momentum grew faster than prior, living up to his Wonderbolt reputation. A series of squirts and streams from the mare’s pussy, covering the base of the stallion’s cock as it continued to pound away.
“AA-AAa-ahh!!..”, a broken and high-pitched yell from the mare filled the room, nearly shattering the mirror by the bed. Rider wasn’t too far behind, the increase in speed to achieve her orgasm did the same for him, as the pressure inside was already ramping up to his own climax. The added lubrication from Rarity’s ejaculate in addition to her softening grip on his cock allowed for a faster penetration
“R-..Rarity…I’m about to..”, he stuttered as well, “I’m cumming…”
Not worried of any incidents, Rarity guided him to stay inside. “Do it!”, she shouted. “I wanna feel you light me up! Make me your mare!!”. Her rather articulate demand nearly caught the stallion off guard, not wanting to cause an accident, he attempted to release himself from her vaginal grip against her request before her hind legs closed right behind him, preventing his escape. “Trust me, Darling!”, she assured, “It’ll be safe, just give it to me!”. There was nothing the stallion could do, but he strangely trusted her words, despite only having known her one night. He relaxed his attempts to pull out and focused his movements to reach his peak
“I’m…I’M…!”, an unconcluded exclamation was shouted as his cock began unleashing a hot steamy load of cum deep within Rarity’s womb, almost certain to cause an incident they hadn’t planned for. The intensity of not wanting to knock up the mare conflicting with his natural desire to stay inside was oddly a turn-on for him, as he would rarely finish inside any of his past partners. His pumps of hot semen continued for half a minute, his groans growing quieter and his tempo reduced before he was completely still and submerged within her womb. The two spent several minutes breathing into each other, face to face, not wanting to move from each other’s company.
“You were… incredible, filly!”, he complimented, struggling to even manage his words between breaths. He simply stared at the frizzy-haired mare below him as she smiled back, exhaling and inhaling with her mouth slightly open and a bright red blush across her face.
“I should be the one…telling you!”, she admitted, a bit more relaxation in her voice after some time.
The heat of the moment may have driven the two past their more practical inhibitions, and the realisation began to dawn over the older Wonderbolt. The clarity settled in, with multiple thoughts beginning to run through his head, from the schemes he had been executing prior to now the possibility of having to deal with the consequences of this unprotected night. The look of worry and a slight bit of fear crept onto his face. “Hey uhm…”, the stallion attempted to ask. “We’re not going to… get into any trouble…are we?”.
Rarity of course knew what he was referring to, but she seemed not phased in the slightest. “I can assure you, Sir Rider, that while I may not be the most talented unicorn, I’ve learned underneath one of the best”, she retorted. “Anti-pregnancy spells are very easy and I’ve used them plenty before”, her assurance pronounced. A look of relief immediately fell upon Rider’s face, possibly a bit too enthusiastic.
“Oh good! Heh…”, he chuckled.
“Buuut”, the mare interrupted in that more recognisable sing-songy voice from before, “issues with our friend Rainbow Dash may not be so easily fixed if she finds out I slept with her long-time idol”, she finished, showing a bit more consideration in her voice for her friend.
Rider had to prevent himself from letting out a scowl at the mere mention of the pegasus, though the alibi would have been perfect. “Don’t worry, filly, I can promise you that I won’t tell a soul, especially your friend”. He assured the mare, honest in his words, but holding ulterior reasons. However, the thought of bragging to the pegasus that he had scored a one-timer with her closest friend did seem appealing to his devious and envy-fueled mind. For now, perhaps it’s best to be kept a secret.
“You’ll of course write to me after the performance, won’t you?”, the seamstress asked.
The stallion’s eyes widened a bit, like he had just been caught in something much worse than a scheme of sabotage. Almost by coincidence, the stallion’s flaccid cock quickly slid out of her marehood, as if the mere motion answered that question quite clearly.
End of Scene Two
Author's Note
Apologies for the wait on the 2nd chapter. I initially meant to have this out in July but all of my friends and I that had planned to convene for peer reviewing just happened to fall ill at the same time. That's all over and done with now, so I can go ahead and submit the saucier portion of my story. Hope you all enjoy(d) this one! Again, this is my first real fanfic that was made with any amount of passion and vision. Don't have to much to add for this note, but expect some more fics in the future if you liked this one! Until then, Peace and Love from The Black Queen!
~Queen Out
