Rarity sighed, and stared at the couples walking about in the town square. She had a strong passion within her heart, which is polite talk for being really fucking horny all the goddamn time and no one liked to hang out with her because it was really distracting and awkward. But she couldn't help it, she was that deeply in romantic love with Princess Celestia, her sassy and independent goddess of all pony kind. Yes, it was a love not born out of desire for material wealth, political status, or physical lust, but something deep and heartfelt.

But she felt wrong about her strong passion. First off, she kept making a mess of the sheets. Second, her mother always told her being gay was wrong, and despite the fact that this doesn't make much logical sense as there is no real reason for a stigma against homosexuality to exist as the ruling deity was sitting right there in the capitol. This is what gave the fashion designer her brilliant idea, she would just ask Celestia about the subject. The trip to Canterlot was not that far as she traveled down the highways that were dark, and crowded by other ponies as usual.

Deeper into the underground she traveled her heart beating faster, and faster in anticipation “Of course the princess would accept my feelings! She has always been a gentle and kind ruler who has laid many eggs over the last thousand years.” The thought of Celestia smiling kindly at her, her royal mandibles clicking out of love, gave Rarity renewed strength as she shuffled towards the Royal chamber.

“My

dear

Rarity

what

brings you to my Egg Laying Chamber this evening?” The mighty pulsating abdomen of the princess occasionally spewing forth a new pony, almost caused rarity to lose her will, but she worked up the strength to ask her question.

“what does your majesty think of two mares being together, romantically?” Rarity bit her lip hoping desperately that her question didn’t offend the all powerful ruler. What felt like an eternity passed in that chamber the only sound was worker drones hastily collecting and moving the pupae ponies as they were Birthed. An eternity to the shiny drone pony, but less than a second to an immortal.

“I am accepting of such relationships loyal drone.” Spoke Celestia in a booming voice. “Why would you ask such a question.” The statement was punctuated by the birth of the Toolaroola larva.

“Because the one my carapace craves, is you princess.” Rarity spoke, her feelers pointed at the ground to indicate that this was hard for her to say.

“I have waited for a thousand years birthing pony, after pony in the hopes that one day I would meet one such as yourself.” Tears forming in her compound eyes as she spoke. “I reciprocate your affections my dear.”

Rarity's face began to flush. “Take me please princess!” she ran towards the princess their teeth like protrusions meeting in the best semblance of a kiss they could manage. Just as Celestia had deployed the first 3 of her prehensile penises a strange gas filled the entire colony.

Worker ponies scrambled, in vain, to save as many larvae as they could as the poison overtook them. Rarity being of weak constitution died in Celestias six arms.

The princess weeps openly.

Her love lie dead.

There was no reason to continue anymore.

Nothing.

Death.

“thanks Spike for helping get rid of those pesky ants in my garden.” Said Rarity patting the little purple dragon on the head.

“You are most welcome Miss Rarity.” Spike said giving a little bow.

“I believe you deserve to have a special gem for all your work today.” Rarity and spike walked towards the home and place of business of the light grey unicorn.

“Now if there was only some way I could tell Princess Celestia I am madly in love with her.” Rarity said quietly to herself. Spike was skipping happily back to the library, having received a gem from his most beloved.

As the words left her mouth a white alicorn had burst through the ceiling. Rarity could only stare at the gleaming sun goddess that stood before her.

“I thought i heard that a certain pony was in need of a royal horning.” Celestia said smugly.

“Oh fuck yes!” squealed Rarity.

Yarma looked on from outside the window. The two ponies oblivious to his voyeurism, continued the escapades long into the night.

Author's Note

This is what rarity was doing the night before A Very Pony Story takes place.