Unfortunately for you, Rarity wasn’t ready. So, instead of going right to it you’re forced to wait upstairs in her room while she prepares the meal. You’re hoping that you won’t have to wait too long considering Rarity already went above and beyond for you. A fancy dinner isn’t needed when you’re already sated. Though, the thought of seeing her from across a white clothed dinner table isn’t a bad one. You find yourself smiling at the thought.

However nice that fantasy may be, you’ve got to find a way to entertain yourself until she’s ready. So, instead of sitting on her soft cotton sheets, you decide to be a little nosy. A quick look around her personal space reveals that she likes to work in just about every room. A poniequin sits in the center of the room; various piles of multi-colored fabrics lay around it.

As far as her furniture goes, both her dresser and her nightstand reflect her in both appearance and grace; stark white wood complimented with what appears to be royal lavender trims. When you approach you’re forced to squat in order to be eye level with the mirror. That’s the perfect opportunity for you to give yourself a final check when it comes to appearance.

You weren’t anything special to begin with, and your messy hair did little to enhance your appearance. Though, the fresh scented shampoos from the spa, coupled with the lotions, have done wonders for your smell and appearance. Overall, you’d give yourself a seven out of ten. As you trail your fingers along the smooth skin of your chin the door opens to reveal Rarity.

“Well, what do we have here? I do hope you aren’t too bored.” She snickers before trotting over and standing next to you. Her eyes cast a casual glance over your appearance in her mirror and a small smile graces her features. “I do hope you’re ready for a marvelous meal.”

“That I am Rarity, lead the way,” you say before getting to your feet. As you follow her out of the room you find that the hallway is void of light. The only source of illumination is coming from the flickering flames of a few candles that line her walls.

Silently you follow the little unicorn until you final reach the stairs. It takes a few moments due to the poor lighting, but you manage to make it to her foyer in one piece. The wonderful site before you seems to steal the words from your mouth before your lips have the time to form a proper sentence.

“W-wow.” you finally manage to mutter.

“It’s not too much is it? I assumed you wouldn’t mind a candlelit dinner. As for the meal itself we’ll be having a Celestial Salad and a little red wine.” She trots over to the table and motions for you to follow, which you do in a sort of daze.

Most of the light comes from the centerpiece Rarity's put together for the occasion. Two candles - shaped perfectly like roses - bob gently in a thin glass bowl filled with water. How typical she'd go for something like that. Flowers are too banal; she'd probably state in that impeccable accent, an artiste must always deliver only her best.

"I just thought I'd do something a little special for us." Her sudden intrusion cuts through your thoughts as you become aware you'd been staring.

She's smiling at you, the light from the candles caught in her eyes as she turns to look down at the arrangement. Red and white; is she aware of the significance? Maybe it's just that it's red and white. Passion and a white coat. Red and a beautiful mare. "Sit, please, it won't do to let the evening pass without enjoying it."

And you do move to seat yourself but stop short, caught by the arrangement of candles around the bowl; four in a diamond pattern. And the bowl in the center, reminiscent of the marquis cut those on her flank bear.

Vanity is the one great indulgence of all artists, that's what she'd say. And an artist she is, taking her skills to something as mundane as this. Chic, unique and magnifique; is there another mare whom you could say that about? Who would go to such trouble as this?

Who would go to the expense of having actual red rose petals strewn over the table; their delicate floral scent mingling with the hot wax? It's a strange mix, a little like her; passion and refinement in perfect accord. Even her selection for the plates, glasses, and silverware did more than enough to emphasize how much effort she’s put into this.

“Is everything alright? I do hope you don’t mind eating a vegetarian dish. I know you’re a fan of meat, but I simply do not feel comfortable preparing that sort of meal.”

You shake your head incredulously, “Rarity, its perfect. You don’t have to sweat over such a minute detail. I’ll eat anything you prepare if it looks even half as amazing as this.” She seems to eat up your compliment like a delectable dish.

“Silly me, what was I worried about? Of course you love it, now please take a seat. I’m sure you’ll be able to tell which one is yours.” She accentuates by pointing a hoof to the chair seemingly made for a Minotaur. With a courteous nod you make your way to the table, though you don’t go to your seat.

Instead, you pull open Rarity’s chair and motion for her to take her seat. She did make dinner, and treated you to a day at the spa. It’s only natural that you at least do something in return. Sure, it’s a small gesture, but anything is better than nothing.

“Oh my, what a gentlecolt,” she titters much like a smitten school filly before taking her seat. As soon as you push in her chair you make your way over to yours. As soon as you’re situated you immediately pick up your salad for and try to partake in a single bite of your meal. Unfortunately, your unicorn host clears her throat daintily causing you to stop mid bite.

“Is everything alright?” you ask while setting your fort upon the plate, “I didn’t do anything wrong did I?” you can feel your hair stand up on end when Rarity puffs her cheeks up in frustration.

“I daresay you did. You didn’t initiate a proper toast!” You can’t believe that she’d honestly be mad about that. But, when she turns her head away from you and huffs you fight to swallow the lump growing in your throat. As you stew over what you’re starting to believe to be a major mistake she opens an eye and a sly smile graces her features. “Anonymous I jest, raise your glass I’ll start us off.” A light blue aura wraps itself around her glass, and it lifts into the air not but a few seconds later. You’re eager to meet it in turn with your own glass.

“So what are we toasting to?”

“To broadening our horizons of course; I personally never believed I’d meet a stallion like you,” she clears her throat elegantly before continuing, “only to find you’re no stallion, but an alien of all things. I’m sure you feel the same way about me do you not?”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t,” you shrug, “I never thought I’d be with a pony, but thanks to you that has changed. I have to say I’m quite happy about that. I’d never hope to be with someone like you back where I come from. Women like you are, well, a rarity back on my planet, nonexistent even. Then again I feel that’s the same on this planet as well. I guess you could say you live up to your lovely name.” Your heart is a flutter with bliss when you see the pink tint lining her cheeks. Not even the flickering light as it dances along her features can mask it. Without another word the clink of your class at it taps hers rings out for a moment before the dining begins…

A delicious combination of spinach and tomato graces your taste buds when you finally get a bite. But, there are quite a few flavors you’ve never expected in a salad, such as the slight bitterness that seems to rest on your tongue rather than assault it. Even without any sort of dressing Rarity manages a fine meal that you’d otherwise have to drench in ranch or thousand island.

Rarity’s smile seems to widen at your enthusiasm. After your fourth bite she deems it time to ask how you’re enjoying it. You answer with a nod before swallowing everything you’ve built up, and you’re sure to use a napkin to wipe away whatever bits didn’t happen to make it into your starving gullet.

“It’s delicious, what’d you use? I mean I can see the lettuce, spinach, and even the tomatoes, but there’s a few items here I’m not familiar with.” Using your for, you motion to the bits you’re referring to for emphasis.

“Oh those, I felt it necessary to add a little arugula, and even basil into our dish. I felt that without those it’d be lacking. As you can see I used escarole lettuce for the majority of the meal, in my personal opinion it can be the most substantial without going so far as to clutter the plate.” While you’re no expert or even an intellectual in this particular area, you do no more than nod in agreement.

“Well, thank you for going all out for this. I really appreciate it.” She waves a hoof dismissively in response.

“Oh it was nothing dear I assure you. If you’re pleased, then I guess you could say I am as well.” And with that silence again takes hold of the air as you get back to your meal. Though, it isn’t too long before your plates are emptied and the wine takes precedence.

Yet, despite the fact that you’ve been focusing upon your meal, you can’t help but notice that Rarity’s gaze happens to linger a lot longer than you feel is necessary. It’s as though she’s sizing you up behind that look of hers. Try as you might to pay it no mind, you lock eyes on more than one occasion. What you find seems to make your heart race, looking within those orbs would be compared to looking within her very being, and what you saw shook you.

While she may hold herself in high regard, and while she acts as such, you are starting to see a very different Rarity appear right before your very eyes. With every sip of your wine you can find the subtle changes being to occur. Whether it was her nostrils flaring to take in your scent, or the way she’d quickly lick her lips in anticipation.

But, there was more to it than that, much more. She’d bite upon her bottom lip and stifle a small whimper as she seemingly studied you. Each and every bit you noticed, and you’re sure she realized that.

A few sips here, a bit of meaningless small talk there and soon enough a good portion of the wine ends up inside both you and her. It’s at this point you realize that you may have partook in a bit too much. Despite the warmth that seems to have your body in its embrace, cognitive thoughts and functions still seem to be well within your grasp.

“I think I’ve had enough,” you mutter while setting your cup back in its proper place. You’re about to check yourself over to see if any bits of food happened to land in your lap, but Rarity’s gaze stops you before you can. The fire within seems to have diminished. She doesn’t seem exuberant, or joyful. In fact, you could say she seems disappointed.

“Does that mean you do not intend to stay?” To say that a tidal wave of nervousness didn’t wash over you at that moment would be an utter lie. She sounded genuinely hurt that you were implying otherwise. In all honesty you had assumed that after being exposed to such generosity you’d be doing nothing more than taking advantage of it had you decided to stay. But, that doesn’t seem to be the case. Despite your heart now pounding in your chest, much as it was hours earlier, you manage to place your elbows upon her table, cross your arms, and lean in.

“Rarity, I’ll stay for as long as you wish.” Your answer brings a small smile back to her lips.

“Is that a fact?” As soon as that inquiry leaves her, her eyes drop to a half lidded gaze, and like you she starts to lean in. Despite the butterflies fluttering about in your stomach you press forward. You’re both curious and even wanting to know what would happen.

“It is.”

“So, if I politely request that you remain for the rest of the night, you would?”

“Yes I would.”

“Lovely,” nothing more is said after that. But the atmosphere speaks well enough for the both of you. The way her lovely sapphires eyes seem to bore into yours does nothing more than build the anticipation already starting to rear its head. The air around you seems to thicken with it, yet neither you nor her turn your gaze away from the other.

The scent, the candlelight as it gracefully laps at her pure white fur, and that hypnotic gaze seems to ebb away at what little resistance you have left. While you’ve been interested in her for a while, to say that this moment might evolve into something from your fantasies seems to creep further towards reality…

Then, all at once, the both of you fall to your impulses. The unicorn you held in such high regard as a mare of poise, of grace, had another side to her that has been unleashed. What was once a mere flicker of longing has turned into a raging inferno of desire. Without thinking twice the two of you slide her plates off of the table, not caring as they shatter upon the ground below.

The glasses, the centerpiece, nothing but a few spare petals and a bunched up table cloth remains at the end of your small journey to meet her halfway. There is no subtlety, there is no hesitation as you wrap an arm around her and pull her into your lap. Those warm, velvet like lips that you’ve longed for since the spa are finally within reach and there’s no way you’ll hesitate to claim your prize.

The kiss you share between one another is nothing like the one in the spa. What you expected to be quick lingered and grew into something much more. The force she exerts behind her enthusiastic mouth is almost enough to put you onto your back. It takes a bit to keep you from letting her take the lead. Despite this transformation you’re not going to let her press the advantage.

You stare at her, eyes wide when her moist tongue trails across your mouth, almost pleading for an entrance. As soon as you oblige she worms her way in and runs wild. You gasp as she trails it along the roof of your mouth, your canines, until finally trying to force yours into submission.

As soon as they part for her she invades your mouth. Her muscle runs wild within; it trails along the roof of your mouth, the back of your teeth, until it finally starts to wrestle with yours. It’s almost as if Rarity is trying to force you into submission before you have the chance to fight back against her.

For once, you’re given a firsthand look at just how well she can act to the opposite of her element. While she may be generous to those around her, the way her tongue invades your mouth would say otherwise.

There is nothing here but greed and desire. You don’t know how long she’s waited for this moment, but judging by just how desperately she seems to taste you it has been much longer than she would have liked. While you do your best to keep pace with her, eventually her mettle proves to be stronger than yours.

Your lungs beg for relief, the heat emanating from her body, coupled with the hint of lavender that seems to stick to her silken mane, and the way her soft coat brushes against your exposed arms starts to overpower your senses in their entirety.

It isn’t long before she’s pushed you onto your back, and taken position upon your chest. Thankfully her body seems to be in a similar state to yours, for as soon as she feels she’s won she parts from you. A single strand of spittle connects your tongue to hers before breaking. Neither of you break eye contact from one another as you desperately gasp to fill your aching lungs with sweet air.

“Y-you have no idea,” she said, her chest rising and falling with desperate attempts to fill her own oxygen supply. "How long I've waited," pausing, she rested a hoof against your shoulder, "to do that.”

“We haven’t even,” you gasp while your eyes trail down to her backside, “started yet,” without putting much thought into it you bring your hand back and land an open palmed smack right along her flanks. Her eyes widen in surprise and she lets out a small gasp of shock, and you readily take advantage. If she’s going to throw any semblance of control out of the window, you might as well do the same.

Your harsh tongue meets no resistance, you’re free to do as you please and that’s exactly what you aim to do. One could blame your courage upon the wine, or the atmosphere Rarity created from the way she eyed you, but none of that crosses your thoughts. Your mind is much too busy processing the wine upon her breath, and the way she seemed to moan and whimper as you forcefully explore inside much as she did with you.

Your body is hungry with desire, starving even. These seven months that have come and passed weren’t kind to you in this aspect, for too long you’ve gone without the companionship of another, and it seems as though you intend to make up for lost time. You explore the interior of her mouth, wanting to savor the morsel sitting upon you.

Any short-lived thoughts of how harsh you’re being melts away as you continue to give Rarity the attention she craves. You’ll do everything in your power to make sure this night remains in her thoughts for months to come…

For a brief moment you’re lost; lost to the world that Rarity’s being provides. Her intoxicating aroma, the heat from her body, the random strands of her lavender mane tickling your cheeks, and even the way she moans with need while she nibbles upon your lips…

But unfortunately, your humanity rears its ugly head upon you yet again as you’re forced to part. While you didn’t take advantage of the situation to put her onto her back you’re sure she realizes just how much control you’ve taken from your gracious host.

At least you did until she started to rub herself against you. Surprise strikes your features when you finally take the time to look down and see just how much of an impact you’re having upon her. The warmth you’re feeling from your crotch shows that there’s more than your growing erection being stimulated. In fact, the crotch of your jeans has become soaked with Rarity’s longing.

When you fully realize just what you’ve done you look back at her to see that her eyes have glazed over with a primal need, and you’re sure that yours are the same. But, unlike her, you seem to have some bits of control left to stop for a moment; at least you did until Rarity turns her back to you in order to give your crotch her full attention.

“My apologies dearest Anonymous, but I have a moment I must seize,” as soon as her magic pulls away your jeans and tears off your boxers she’s greeted to the site of your throbbing, fully erect penis. She eyes it hungrily before deciding to lie upon your chest rather than digging her hooves into you. But, just before her lips could seal the deal, she stops.

“W-what’s wrong?” you ask, dumbfounded. You can feel yourself starting to come down from your bout of euphoria.

“This doesn’t seem right; one moment.” Rarity makes her way off of you and onto the floor. As soon as her hooves hit you feel a warm sensation cover you like a blanket, a light blue aura is soon to follow. “We’re going to my room for this. I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

“What about the uh, broken plates and such?”

“A minor hiccup I assure you, I will take care of that tomorrow. For now, let us continue our little bout of fun in a more intimate setting.” With that she uses her magic to lift you off of her table and carry you behind her. Up her stairs and into her room you go. As soon as your body is right over her bed she drops you, takes back her position on your chest, and decides to make up for lost time.

A long, throaty groan leaves you when you feel Rarity’s lips wrap around the tip of your member. She takes care to bring back whatever flaccidness just so happened to occur during that brief moment. Her decent is slow, agonizingly slow it seems, though her tongue does more than make up for it. When her mouths consume your head her tongue swirls around your tip causing you to twitch involuntarily.

You gasp; the feeling of the delicate mare's lips against your shaft tickling you in the best of ways. Her tongue would press against your now throbbing organ, trailing like a finger up from the base. You could swear you were seeing colors as her mouth now dominated your attention. All other senses and emotions were on hold; completely over-ridden by the sheer amount of detail your brain devoted to getting more of this incredible pleasure.

The way her tongue expertly dances along your member, the tightened grip of her lips as she finally takes you to the hilt, or even the smell of her sex as her longing drips out onto your shirt; it’s too much for you to handle. Unfortunately, that leaves you to be a slave to the ecstasy Rarity brings.

Your companion doesn’t seem to mind that in the slightest, in fact, with each buck of your hips or throaty growl her efforts seem to become a bit more enthusiastic. She starts to alternate between bobbing her head up and down upon your member, and suckling upon your head like she was angry at it. You could feel the pressure start to build, but there was no way that you’d let her bring you over the edge just yet, especially since you’ve done nothing to return the favor.

You lazily gaze upon her pink entrance, lift your arms up, wrap them around her, and pull her towards you. You hear your member leave the tight grip her lips had with a wet pop. Oddly, Rarity didn’t seem to like that as much as you’d hoped.

“Anonymous why in Tartarus would you sto—“you cut her off by tracing your tongue along her moistened slit. She squeaks when she feels your canines nibble on her folds. Your daring tongue is greeted with a bitter taste of fluids as you dive in and explore her depths. You could feel a small smile creep up from the sensation of her inner walls constricting against your muscle.

Despite having little experience in this area the wild bouts of movements within have Rarity squirming. You’re sure to keep an eye out for those hind legs in case she involuntarily bucks. To think trying to reciprocate such pleasure might leave you with a broken neck if she couldn’t keep herself in check. Though, you’d say the risk is worth the reward in this aspect.

The rising pitch of her moans as you continue to assault her entrance leads you to believe she’s getting close to the breaking point. Admittedly she’s arriving at her peak much sooner than you’d expect, then again you’re not familiar with their biology. Regardless her semi-squeaks of bliss drive you forward, that is until she finally manages to come down from her pleasure high.

“Stop-stop-stop-stop-stop,” she fires out the word rapidly as though her very life depended on your cooperation. Despite wanting to see how she reacts at her breaking point, you comply and reluctantly pull your tongue from her.

“Is everything alright?” She nods, her body shuddering as she does so.

“Y-yes darling, b-but I had a request,” she takes a deep breath before continuing, “I-I was wondering if, if you’d be willing to,” Rarity mutters the last bit, embarrassed by what you’d think.

“Willing to what Rarity?” you tilt your head so you can look around her luscious plot.

“I-I know it isn’t ladylike, but I’d really love it if you gave my other hole some attention dear.”

Needless to say you gulp nervously before looking at her tight, puckered plot hole. To say anal play was a part of your repertoire would be a lie. You’ve never done any sort of stimulation in this way before. Back on Earth if you ever saw pornographic images depicting such an act you’d turn away in disgust.

But now here you are going down on a sentient marshmallow pony. A few of your inhibitions have already gone down the drain so to speak, so why not throw caution to the wind?

“I assume you’ve wash—“she cuts you off before you can continue.

“Yes of course I have. I took care of it when we were at the spa. I am not some dirty, disgusting pony. I would never request such an indecent act otherwise.” With your fears seemingly put to rest you sit up slightly, lean in, and give her anus a cautious lick.

What you expected to be a bitter, terrible taste was met with nothing more than skin. In order to be sure that it wasn’t your mind playing any tricks you trace circles around her anus before prodding it with the tip of your tongue. As soon as you feel her start to part for you her whimpering picks right back up.

This must have been something she’d been wanting for quite a while. As soon as your tongue crosses the threshold into her interior her entire body seems to tense up. You can feel her heartbeat pounding rapidly from your stomach. Despite being distracted with pleasing the mare on top of you, you can hear her breathing through her teeth as plain as day.

As far as you’re concerned, this does nothing more than excite you. You’ve taken a plunge into something you never thought you’d be doing, and you have to say you’re enjoying the reactions you’re getting from Rarity. As the once skin-like taste turns a bit salty you roughly grab hold of her luscious plot in hopes of keeping her still. As your grip tightens you grunt in satisfaction when fingers sink into her pudgy flesh.

You’ve completely forgotten your own erection; the thought of pleasing Rarity has done its job in becoming your top priority. There’s much more that can be done then just letting your muscle alternate between swirling around her rim and lightly lapping within her.

With a free hand you trail your index and middle along her now soaking slit until you reach her hardened nub of a clit. A slight pinch between your index and thumb is all it takes for her to bite down upon her hoof in order to stifle a scream. Getting such a nice reaction only prompts you to go even further. While one hand squeezes and massages her rump, the other hand continues its teasing.

“S-so,” she tries to say. You cause her to stop mid-sentence and shriek when you bring a hand back and smack her flank. You watch with hunger as her plump cheeks jiggle from the contact. “Anonymous!” she screams as her entire body starts to shiver from the sudden sensation.

Your task is quickly rewarded with a steady stream pouring from her. Her body spasms until each and every bit of her pent up frustrations start to run down your chest, soaking your shirt in the process.

“Well, that was uh,” you try to find the right words to say, but unfortunately none come to mind. “New?” She looks between you and the mess she made in a sheepish manner.

“Terribly sorry darling,” she smiles, her exhaustion apparent, “I couldn’t help it, you were so-so,” she takes a shuddering breath before her eyes roll back, “amazing.” You can feel heat rising to your cheeks from being complimented in such a way.

“I-I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you grin in turn, “but uh, I’m still ready to go.” You point to your throbbing erection. Rarity turns to where you’re pointing and gasps in abject horror.

“Oh my, how could I forget to tend to you? I am such a horrible host, here,” you’re about to voice otherwise, but watching her jump off the bed silences you. You’re curious to say the least, at least until you watch her rummage about her drawers until producing a bottle of lube from within.

Author's Note

Here's a work in progress.... please be gentle...