It had been a most unremarkable Hearts and Hooves day for the unicorn, which was surprising in and of itself. Ordinarily, Rarity received a minimum of three letters from secret admirers, being as splendid as she was. Attracting such notice was normal for the pony, though it could hardly be said that she went through any trouble for it. It wasn't as if Rarity would have inadvertently led somepony on. Thus her usual claim of idolatry this time of year was missing, though it did not bother her.
As a matter of fact, it was a welcome change.
What tugged at her thought-strings (she had a lovely image of a golden mental harp) was that she had no idea what had changed. Her mane was as gorgeous as ever, hair styled perfectly for any season, chosen specifically to be timeless. Thanks to new innovations in the salon products of recent years, her coat was sleek and her hooficure sparkled like any self-respecting gemstone. Yet the attention was gone.
If only I had someone to hold me... Not someone to fearful of a proper lady that he must send secret gifts and hide his identity. A bold stallion to hold me in his strong embrace!
She chided herself for feeling so foalish because of a mere holiday, though the years of adulthood thus far could not silence the romantic filly inside her hart.
To have a special somepony...
Whiskers twitching, the cat's ear flicked, driving some unseen speck of dust away. It regarded an open window, the soft humming which emanated from within, the smell of freshly-cooked food wafting outdoors. It was a dilemma, that much was certain.
A skittering sound, and the white cat keenly observed a plump body with a long, thin tail scurry out of sight, into a hole in the side of the building.
What cat could resist? The decision was made. It disappeared after the mouse, lofting it's furry body through the hole in the wall.
The notes of the song reverberated brightly out of her voice-box as she hummed to herself, setting her stitching to a comfortable rhythm. Rarity was making good progress on her latest commission, a series of dresses for a wedding in Trottingham.
After she had lounged in bed for a time, reading the latest romance novel by M.L. Porter, she decided she ought to get ready for the day. As she had no plans, she figured she ought to be productive and was finishing the last stitches while she waited for a pumpkin pie to finish baking. She sighed, looking briefly up from her work. A chain of thoughts and emotions tugged at her consciousness, begging for attention.
...I've been so lonely lately, with only my work to keep my mind busy. Everypony needs a break sometimes, everypony needs a strong shoulder to bear their weight for a brief moment. Yet there are few enough decent stallions around, few chances for romance...
She visibly recoiled, her white coat visibly bristling at the momentary weakness of character.
...But who's to say a mare can't go it alone! In this world of opportunity, I'd be a foal to wait around for some man to help me out...
Still, that didn't make it easy.
A crashing sound came from the kitchen, rousing her out of her reverie, propelling her towards the disturbance in a full fury, her former emotions roiling her towards a different situation entirely.
"EEEEEEK!"
The sight before her was absolute horror. There was a mouse for Celestia's sake! A mouse! In her kitchen! And a scraggly cat, to boot!
It gave her a baleful look, as if saying 'who gives a rodent's posterior what you think? Not me'. Promply, it pounced it's quarry, capturing the wriggling rat between two paws.
Her eyes were wide, chest heaving as she uttered, "GET. IT. OUT!"
Her breaths came in gasps as she uttered this pronouncement, eyes bulging.
As if it understood, the cat merely grabbed the thing by the nape of the neck and lofted it out of the window, licking a paw daintily afterwards.
She regarded it's opal eyes.
The cat looked at the party it was soliciting and knew at once that it would stay here. At least, it knew that it would try. Here was a pony who might remedy some parts of the situation. She was kind enough to not throw it out right away. Not like that buttery-cream pony. Her bunny had sensed something right away and refused to allow him entry, her just flustering along. Not only that, but this one was chic, fashionable. And she had a Prench lilt in her voice! Just the type of pony the cat could get along with.
A cat...
It was an interesting thought, one she hadn't really contemplated. And this one responded to voice commands! After calmly asking it to rid her home of vermin, the nasty thing had gone sailing head-over-tail through the window.
A sense of style then, too...
It had been a long time since she had had a cuddle-buddy at night time, not since him, but the thought was a welcome one. She looked down.
"You want to stick around, little buddy?"
"Mew."
"Hungry?"
"Meow."
"Thirsty?"
"Meaw."
She giggled at the conversation. "Well, alright then!" Satisfied with the answers, Rarity bustled away, preparing her home for the addition of one member.
It would be perfect. She was already doting, and by nightfall she would be completely pliable. Then relief, then freedom again and the beginnings of another hunt...
Her new friend finished the last scraps of the dinner and gazed at her with glowing eyes. Rarity had rushed out to the market, grabbing all sorts of supplies she thought she might need. Pet shampoo, a small brush, catnip, and on and on. All the staples for a cat who was to be her best friend, and just as sophisticated. There was also a large pink ribbon she had gotten for her own amusement, to tie into it's fur after it had been washed.
When she had first met the cat, it had looked a grayish brown, but she had thought that there was a different pelt under all that dirt. The bath had been hard to coax it into, but the promise of a brushing, a meal, and some catnip
...drugs...
had finally won the thing over. Upon washing and further inspection, it was a girl-cat, with fur as white as hers. Rarity named her Opal.
While Opal had been eating, Rarity had stealthed away to her workroom and stitched up a tiny pink drerss, to go with the ribbon. Now the cat gazed at her happily, it's belly full. Rarity clucked her tongue and Opal came closer, sauntering lazily in the way that cats do.
Rarity snatched her up and with a flash of magic, clothed the already bow'd feline. She also went for the collar she had gotten, but it hissed and growled at the sight of it, veritably started screaming! Yet she preened at the cute outfit, biting her lip, ready to fasten it.
Then, something amazing happened.
Celestia's sun dipped below the horizon and her boutique lit up, the inside filled by a dazzling white light. There was nopony outside but if there been, they could have seen through the walls in that moment.
Rarity's reflexes performed well for her and her eyelids closed as she drew a hoof before her face, to block out the light. She was sure it had receded, yet when she peeked, there were still a few spots of brightness before her vision.
She recoiled in shock
A pony was in her sitting room, with a large pink bow in his mane, the shreds of a tiny pink dress at his hooves. A handsome pony.
"Ah. Ha-hah." Rarity glanced around nervously, the sound escaping her throat of it's own volition. "And... Who might you be?"
He didn't answer immediately and this gave the unicorn a few moments to observe her unexpected guest.
His mane was a deep, dark brown, and tumbled across his shoulders attractively. His coat was a complimentary shade lighter, chestnut fur to match hazel eyes. His cheekbones were drawn in, his forehead high. He had the looks of an aristocrat.
Her eyes passed to the bow once again, and she started at the realization.
"I am François-Pierre, of Prance, and nopony owns me, do you understand? What do you think would happen if I had a collar on while I transformed into a pony? I haven't lived this long by letting some fool of a mare put a collar around my neck."
"Oh my, um... Quite honored. I am, ehem. Rarity. I do apologize for that, I had no idea!" She tried to cover her surprise, but hardly expected a pony as obviously cultured as this one to miss it. And she really could sympathize.
"Ah, dear Rarity, you must be wondering at my appearance. Surely I will tell you all you wish to know, but first let me extend my grateful thanks to you as a host. You gave me the benefit of the doubt and took me in, something which few ponies would do, despite the expectations held on them. I am most certainly grateful."
She blushed at the compliment, but said nothing aloud. Inside, she was shrieking.
...A PRENCHPONY? I adopted a cat who turned out to be a PRENCHPONY! And he's handsome and kind and charming and his eyes and that accent and...
"What so unfortunately befell me was a unicorn not half so kind or beautiful as you." He paused, noting the effect of his words. The fashionesta before him was stone-still, showing no outward reaction, but he could see in her eyes that he was winning her over. "I regret to say that we were once lovers, and a fools mistake that was. One night she came home and wrongfully accused me of sneaking around on her. When I denied it, she cast a curse on me, one I have been suffering under since it's... Impetus. By day, I am a cat. By night, I revert to my proper form, as you see before you."
"Why," oh, this is going to be rude... "Why are you a female cat during the day?"
"Oh, just her sense of humour, I suppose. It does show bad taste, I apologize."
Rarity was absolutely blown away. Before her was the stallion of her dreams—mysterious, charming, witty, handsome, PRENCH—and he was in her debt!
...And it was Hearts and Hooves day.
She was suddenly taken with a longing she couldn't comprehend, to hold and be held by this strange and intriguing pony.
It was irresponsible, spontaneous, and out of character, yet Rarity was compelled. She whispered in a silken voice, "So, just how grateful are you?"
He caught the tone and his ears perked up, a slow smile spreading lazily across his face. He knew what she was feeling, what was required of him.
Clop starts here.
The white unicorn leaned in. Near the nape of his neck, she could smell the scents that he had dappled himself with—a touch of cinnamon, a hint of clove, accentuating his natural stallion-musk. The delightful aroma tickled her nostrils, exciting within her a lustful sensation.
"Ahh, Rarity. You are so beautiful." In that moment, he meant it.
She simpered before him, throwing herself to be enfolded in his embrace. Catching her, they leaned lower to the floor as he whispered, "Mon petite amie".
She was putty in his hooves and he inched his face closer to hers, until they were muzzle to muzzle, for the first glorious time. His lips were roughly textured but not chapped, masculine but not hard, and soon she yielded her mouth to his probing tongue.
He half-led, half-carried her to a long couch, laying her on her back as he tasted her, delighting in the preliminaries.
Her eyes were closed and she could feel his hoof trailing down her back, between her and the couch, and she was sighing into the pressure as his hoof trailed her spine, arching her back at his touch, her every nerve ending screaming pleasure.
His lips left hers and she could feel them travelling slowly downwards. First her chin, then her neck, her left shoulder, then her chest, a light pause on her naval, a playful touch on her teats, and he was connected to her heat, nuzzling away.
His tongue slid around the lips of her marehood, flicking the petals and moving upwards to the hood, sliding over that most sensitive nubbin, each whisper of his breath or the touch of his flesh against her clitoris eliciting the sweet sighs of a beautiful unicorn. Every hint of contact shouted circles of fire through her body, rending her to a mere object of passion, no longer a thinking creature.
He felt within the stirring of his loins as he teased this mare's sex, exciting himself with the anticipated pleasure he would give, and derive, from her. Oh she was ravishing. Her sleek white coat, covering voluptuous curves which accented, in all the right places, her otherwise slim body. Her mane was thrown back beneath her shoulders, but this only marked the noble shape of her face with more prominence.
He pressed his mouth into her softness again before coming up, connecting with Rarity in a long, passionate kiss.
When they separated, Rarity pushed herself up, forcing him onto his back, the roles reversed. An indulging smile flashed across her face before she bent low, her lips tracing around the edge of his girth. She shuddered as she took him in her warm mouth, and he felt himself grow larger, even as she moved down, then up, then down. Rarity took his member as far as she could and he reveled at the sight of her engorged on his phallus.
She sputtered and gasped for air. He spent his seed inside her mouth and she was licking it away, her eyes streaming from the stallionhood formerly occupying her throat.
He kissed her again, tasting himself, and pulled her forward, until their hips were level. His cock throbbed, trapped and rubbing between his belly and her slit, the folded petals under her tail sliding along the side of his shaft.
"Oh yes. Oh right there!"
Slipping it gently in,
"I love you inside me!"
The rod pulsating inside her opening,
"Oh, Celestia!"
Rarity screamed as they were connected, swallowing his bulk with her lower lips.
They did not start slow. The first thrust went full depth and then he was pumping madly, though their bodies were in perfect synchronization. He put his hoof to her clitoris as she wrapped her hind-hooves around him, rubbing it in a circle, feeling his member massaged by her inner muscles as she clenched to his caresses.
He lay on the couch and she mounted him with her shoulders thrown back, forelegs across his chest. Flushed, her face had taken a pretty shade of pink as she exerted herself. He felt her clench hard, not releasing the pressure, and she gushed her juice across his abdomen.
She stepped off and went down to take him in her mouth again, fondling her nethers with her hoof as she did so. Her tongue flared around his cock and she moaned, moving her head side to side, crushing her lips against his mushroom head. She swirled the tip of his member in her mouth, probing the hole with her tongue and pressurizing the sides with her wet lips.
The world was her mouth around him, and he felt semen gush, orgasm riding to his brain as his seed once again exploded into her mouth.
She was to let him have no respite. She pushed him off the couch so that she could lean on it, presenting her flank and looking backwards at him. The rod gliding into her tight tunnels, growing slick with the product of their love, well used but not yet weary.
The continued like this for awhile until they were finally both spent, panting and sweating, but still connected; he still swollen inside her as they just lay, recovering.
"Mmmm...." She moaned, shifting her buttocks around his groin, massaging the trunk enveloped in her soft wetness. He could feel his balls against her outer lips and his head against the inner ones, every distinct fold of her marehood impressed against his shaft.
They sat together in silence, simply connected.
Then the blood was roaring in their heads and they were collapsed together, dizzy with the rush of overwhelming ecstasy.
Fade to black.
Clop ends here.
The next morning, Rarity woke up content, in a blurry haze from last night's expenditure of energy. The bedside was vacant and for a moment she wondered where her fine stallion had wandered off to. Getting up, the kitchen was her destination, for she wanted to prepare breakfast for two.
Arriving, she saw a cat vainly trying to push open the window it had crept in yesterday, the effort being too much. A cloud of anger passed over her face as she realized his motivations. Her magical aura appeared around the scruff of Opal's neck and the cat floated toward the unicorn, looking for all the world like a guilty man on trial.
"So, you thought you could use me?"
She licked her lips. A shimmer appeared around her horn and a collar floated in from the living room.
Fin