My name is Rarity and I love….
Chapter 1 - My name is Rarity and I love….
Everypony has their own little secrets, and I guess one could say everypony has two faces they wear. There is of course the everyday face we all wear, the public face that we let everyone see, our friends, our neighbours and our family.
But at night when no one is looking we can lower our masks and just for a few brief hours, enjoy ourselves without fear of judgement of those around us. I have to say for myself personally, after a long hard week at the shop there are but only two things that always help me to relax.
The first is a spa day with my good friend Fluttershy of course. To just sit in the soothing sauna and let my pours breathe, to enjoy a facial and a hoofecure and of course catch up on local gossip. The second form of relaxation always starts when the mailmare arrives with a package for me, just an innocent little package.
These packages have a tendency of arriving twice a month, though when I first started getting them they arrived on a weekly basis. They always arrive in a lovely lavender box and are always filled with so many amazing surprises. It’s a genuine surprise each I open on of these gifts as I never know exactly what kind of item I have been sent.
The most recent package however… arrived yesterday and is currently sitting in my closet hidden away from the prying eyes of my little sister. I would have opened it last night but I did not expect her to be dropped off so early. I had promised mother and father that I would watch Sweetie Belle till the weekend, and I never go back on my word.
I do adore my little sister I really do, but you can love something sometimes a little more when it is not constantly underfoot, so when she asked if she could stay with her friend AppleBloom for the weekend, perhaps I agreed to the arrangement a little too eagerly.
I was finishing up on an order from a new customer when AppleJack and AppleBloom arrived to collect SweetieBelle. I had been in such deep concentration with the order that I had almost not heard the arrival. It had been a very specific order as well as a little unusual request; it was a purple hooded robe with intricate embroidery work on the hem as well as a sapphire pendant to go with the outfit.
“Wow what a beautiful robe” my little sister squeaked as she stopped mid run for the door to greet her friends before dashing outside to greet the Apples, and once I was happy with leaving my work I headed outside to greet our guests and see my sister off.
“Thank you ever so much AppleJack for offering to take care of SweetieBelle this weekend” I smiled at my friend hoping that I wasn’t sounding overly happy about the time I would be having alone this weekend.
“Why it ain’t no big deal, after all we always have room for one more. Why last I checked we were having Scootaloo as well this weekend” the thought of having to watch all three of them made me cringe nervously. Just a month ago my sister had convinced me to let the girls stay the night and they decided to try and get their cutie marks in pet grooming, needless to say Opal is still growling at Sweetie every time she goes near her.
“You will defiantly have your hands full then, I do hope they don’t cause too much trouble.”
“Oh it ain’t nothin’ the Apples can’t handle” smiled Applejack as they got read to leave.
I waved a goodbye to the group as they left and slowly walked back into shop and started to prepare closing up for the day as it was already getting quite late in the afternoon. With a simple cleaning spell I had the work area tidied up pretty quickly, before heading to my kitchen using a levitation spell I brought my package down from upstairs.
If I am going to relax with my hobby I was going to do it right and to start things off right I needed a relaxing cup of tea so I put the kettle on and made myself a cup of tea.
With cup of tea and package in magical field and floating beside me I re-entered the shop and headed towards the last change room (which is mostly used for storage so is never used by clients) and pushed a button hidden behind the mirror. The floor began creak and rumble slightly as the hidden door and stairway below me opens, the passageway below also glows due to crystals in the walls underground that glow a soft turquoise light.
I never had a secret clubhouse as a filly so when I discovered by chance this crystal chamber under the boutique I explored it and made my very own secret base and for a time I used it as extra storage for the rarest of gemstones and fabrics I used in my designs. However when Sweetie almost discovered my hobby three months ago I moved everything down here, it was for the best I think.
I still remember how all this started, it was three months before the almost sister discovering my secret incident. A client who had come for a fitting, they had left a magazine behind in the change room. I didn’t think anything of it at first, it looked like a fashion magazine with a handsome colt all dressed up looking like a prince on the front, that being said I didn’t recognize the title of the magazine ‘Pon /y/ Boy’
Later that evening however after arriving home from a spa visit with Fluttershy I found myself bored of my own gossip and fashion magazines and remembered the mysterious magazine. I headed to my room to relax on my bed and decided to see if I could get any design ideas from the pages within, I didn’t get what I was expecting however as I opened the pages.
A few pages in however, I came to realize that all the colts in these pages weren’t in many pictures with the outfits on, even the princely looking unicorn on the cover seemed to lose the silk threads very quickly, and the pages showed other things as well.
It showed parts of a stallion that I had never seen on pages so clearly before. The prince from the cover especially was so tempting to me, all sprawled out on light fluffy pillows his front hooves seeming to gently stroke himself.
A part of me knew I should have been shocked by what I was seeing on those pages, to think some mare had been reading clop material in my boutique, or worse what if she had been… I didn’t want to think about it.
And yet something at the back of my mind told me to keep looking through the magazine and I began to read the story printed with the pictures. It told the story of a prince who was to be married the next day, but did not love the bride for his heart belonged to another. A childhood friend who had always been by his side, who had a kind and gentle heart, I sat there thinking to myself ‘why she must be such a lucky filly, this one he loves so dearly’
What I saw as I turned the page however, changed my view on the world from that day forward.
I arrive at the end of the corridor and reach my destination, a large locked door and as I unlock the candles within automatically light bathing the hidden room in there glow. The walls of the small room are covered with posters of various colts and stallions and there is a large bookshelf half filled with books and magazines.
I sit on a large soft cushion I have waiting for myself and place my cup of tea and package on a small table in the center of room. I cannot help myself as I look up at the most recent before this package gift I had received. On the poster was the prince from the story I had read in the magazine, lying on his back and resting on his chest was a beautiful slender grey earth pony colt cuddled up to the prince, their lips meeting in a tender kiss.
My name is Rarity and I’m a yaoi Fangirl.
Author's Note
re-edited version of the first chapter, i hope the grammar in this doesn't make too many of you cringe, that to those who let me know of the mistakes, if i have missed anything in your opinion please feel free to message me. I love to write so anything that can lead to self improvement is always a plus
Chapter 2 – World Shattered
Their eyes locked with molten passion before he nuzzled into his lovers neck, the sensation sending shivers of anticipation through the stallion’s body all the way down to his colthood. Moments of total privacy like this, no prying or hateful eyes watching.
Where the two could be alone to enjoy one another were the most precious of all to both of them.
Social standards would never even let them speak a kind word to one another, with one being the next in line for the crown his royal highness and the other to many a nameless servant to the crown. But there was so much more between the two, as a child the prince had not been allowed to leave the castle grounds for his own protection from the outside. He was a sheltered and lonely colt who in his loneliness turned to the only constant companion in his life. A colt slightly younger than he who was charged with keeping the prince’s quarters clean and tidy and to be at his beck and call always.
The minutes quickly turned to hours as I sat there in my tiny sanctuary under the shop, lost in a world of a charming prince and his loyal lover. There had been many tales within the pages of that first volume of Pon/Y/Boy I had stumbled across all those months ago…
A tale of a young Pegasus stallion falling for his noble minded and handsome flight instructor at the academy, one of what could only be compared to Royal Guards doing naughty things on those lonely quiet nights at the castle they guard. There was even a slightly disturbing story of two twin brothers experimenting with each other while their parents were away.
But the story that drew me in the most, it was defiantly the one with the handsome prince and his loyal servant. I had a sent a letter a couple of months ago anonymously to the magazine on how much I adored this story and how much I wished real prince’s we so charming, I suppose I still find myself feeling bitter and disheartened by the whole Blueblood controversy at the Grand Galloping Gala.
It would seem a few ponies on staff felt the same way about the real his royal highness and my letter ended up being printed in last month’s issue. With this issue of the magazine however I had also received another little gift which had me very excited when I first opened my package.
Inside had been the magazine which this month had a handsome black Pegasus on the cover with red bedroom eyes, and a special gift to me was a small figurine of the prince from the story I loved so much. The little pastel blue unicorn figurine now sat upon one of the shelves in the room. The craftsmanship on the figure was truly amazing and as a fellow creative soul I most defiantly could see the level of effort that had been hand painted into every minute detail.
“Oh why couldn’t that real life prince be as charming as I once thought he was handsome?” I thought to myself out loud to no one in particular as I finished reading the latest chapter before using my magic to place the magazine on the shelf next to last month’s issue.
I took one last look around my little sanctuary before I left for bed and I have to say I have become quite proud of my collection of magazines, books and posters. Now my collection had its own crowning gem in the figure of the prince sitting atop the shelf seemingly watching over my own personal kingdom of paradise and yaoi love.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of Opal’s purrs in my ear, as her paws seem to march in place right in my ear. It was her own subtle way of telling me it was time to get up; it seems pets don’t understand the meaning of a Saturday sleep in all she knew was that she got fed every morning at the same time.
“Ok darling I get the point I’m up I’m up” I grumble at her as I walk over to my on suite bathroom and wash my face as well as brush my mane to make myself somewhat decent.
As I make my way down stairs I hear the papercolt drop off the morning paper and collect my copies of the Ponyville Express as well as The Canterlot Times, something I also have delivered to my home because it’s a good way to up with what’s on trend in Canterlot and has the juiciest of gossip columns.
As I float the two newspapers from my doorstep I notice two ‘friends’ from Canterlot on the front page of the times, Uppercrust and Jetset obviously posing for the camera. An annoyed meow behind me however stops me from reading as two why the two snobs are on the front cover.
I prepare Opal’s breakfast after placing the papers on the kitchen table. Her breakfast always consists of the finest cat food and a small saucer of milk as I begin to make my own breakfast. I don’t feel like anything too heavy this morning so I fix myself a warm cup of Canterlot Breakfast tea with lemon and some multigrain toast with my favourite berry jam on it.
As I sat down at the table to eat my toast and drink my tea I hovered the Canterlot Times into my view, wondering why in Celestia those two were on the cover. The picture showed the two of them not looking too happy, with what looked to be a petition; the title of the article was ‘Equestrian Morality Fading’
I had to scoff at the thought of those two talking about morals, after the way they had treated both me and my friends at their Garden Party I just found it hard to believe they had any kind of moral standing other than staying within the good books of others within high class pony society.
I slowly began to read the article as I drank my tea, the article spoke of ‘dangerous reading material that put the morals and ethics of young colts and fillies down a slippery slope of lust and other carnal sins’. This line in particular reminded me of the love potion spell SweetieBelle and her friends had found and used on their teacher and Applejack’s brother BigMac on Hearts and Hooves Day, truth be told I had to agree that such a dangerous delusion of love and lust could never end well for those involve, false love just seemed from the outside extremely unsatisfying and downright depressing.
“I certainly would not want such spells or potions falling into my sister or other foals hooves again” I mutter to myself causing Opal to look up from her milk before wandering out of the room, no doubt for her first of many morning naps.
As I continued reading however I soon discovered the issue at hand was not dangerous spells or mind altering potions, it was something much closer to home for myself, this partition to save the morality of ponies was against the sale of yaoi and other kind of adult magazines, books, stories and other media.
In the sheer shock of reading this I lost control of my magic and my cup of tea smashed on the ground below me and my innocent thoughts of my hobby with it.
Was like Yaoi a bad thing?
I mean I knew that there were things in those stories that I would never want my sister to see, or my family and friends to know I read and enjoyed, and there was also a moral issues with the subject matter of some stories. The whole brother incest thing I’ll admit was not my thing and of course as moral issue I knew incest was wrong, and if I thought about it was it really ethical for a flight instructor with many years of seniority…realistically it wasn’t exactly right for them to have a relationship with a student.
Then I thought back to my favourite story with the prince and the only thing I could really think wrong with that story was the whole him having to lie to others of who he really was. The whole not loving his fiancé thing didn’t exactly bother me, but her character was obviously written to be hated by the reader so it was supposed to be that way right?
“Am I a bad pony for liking this?” I look up and stare at Opal who is sitting on the table nibbling at my forgotten toast and I then stare down at the mess on the floor, I need to clean up.
Author's Note
A complete re-write of the second chapter, done i am so much happier with this now
