Chapter 1
The scent of fine silk and musk tickles your nose as you awake, gently stimulated by the small lines of sunlight caressing your eyelids. Looking around, you seem to be in the bedroom of royalty, judging by the bed you were resting in. The linen itself looks beautiful, with an elaborate floral pattern that gives you an air of antiquity, but it does not compare to how it actually feels to have it touch you. It is reflective of its owner, the white unicorn pony who is sleeping by you, a contented expression on her face as bits of saliva dribble from her mouth, down her lips and onto yours. Not even the luxurious bed could compare to having Rarity rest by you, her coat brushing against your exposed bits of skin, her breaths warming your face and shielding you from the cold morning air.
It was perhaps a mistake to believe you could hold pony alcohol so well. When you heard of the weak constitutions of ponies, you thought perhaps you could impress the beautiful white mare you were with by drinking substantial amounts of the strongest of brews. You barely remember what happened after, but you're now woken up in silken pyjamas you know you never had. For now, you're just content to continue lying with Rarity, watching light slowly grow more brilliant though the curtains, though more brilliant was the light reflecting off her well-maintained coat. What you've been waiting for comes, as the mare by you finally stirs, yawning in a most dainty manner as she rubs her eyes, turning to face you.
"Well, good morning. Did you sleep well?" Her voice is slightly hoarse, a odd derivative of her usual elegance, but even as such it holds a similar grace, somehow more pure in this bare form where she feels no need to put on her usual air of poise. Not to say that she has none, even with her mane messy from bed, eyes unable to open fully as she tries to rub the sleep from them. It was a different sort of grace, one that you alone had the privilege of seeing, of how she was at her barest without anything masking it.
You reply that you did, especially thanks to the pyjamas you were wearing.
"But of course, dear! When I heard you were having trouble I had to help you somehow! I just had a few spares lying around I decided to do something with."
She says she's glad that they helped. It took her some of her best silk to make, but she could spare no expense for your health, since you did say your work has been giving you trouble sleeping.
You see a few unfinished dresses by her workstation with no cloth near them anywhere, but instead of calling her out on her fib, you give her a kiss at the base of her horn. Rarity giggles, a ladylike giggle that combined with the warmer tone the morning gave her voice, would charm the most stoic of stallions into blithering pools of their selves. You fight the weakening of your chest with some success, as you are able to follow up with another on the tip of her horn before Rarity begins fussing over you.
"Are you certain you're fine? After how you were last night, I couldn't let you go home alone, and there was absolutely no way I could let you sleep on my couch" she says, levitating a glass of water from the bedside to your hands. "And it was a good thing I had these pyjamas ready for you, dear, you're not going to be soiling my bed with the clothes you were in." You take a gulp, tasting a faint trace of lemon in the water that helped refresh your parched mouth, though it did disappoint you a little that Rarity's saliva was washed away as well.
Noticing your bed hair, Rarity levitates a comb to your head and does what she does best for you. You would love to do the same for her own messy purple mane, but you know you would never be able to perform up to her standards. You content yourself with listening to Rarity's fussing as she works her own unique brand of magic on you, and at the same time enjoying the sight of her mane that she would allow no one in public to see. Truly, the most exclusive of views, a proof that you were special to her.
Even with Rarity placating you as she made the simple act of combing your hair seem an exclusive art, it is hard for your own growing carnal desires to be suppressed. With every stroke of the comb she set aside for you, you lose a little bit of restraint. The warmth of her magical grip as she straightens out your hair only makes you lose yourself into bliss more and more, while her idle chatter provides a backdrop in which you would love nothing more than to sink into her chest. With nothing much to hold you back anymore, you pick up Rarity's brush and make a most audacious of requests - for her to let you brush her mane. She is shaken out of the content trance she was in as she worked on your hair. Her fussing ceases, but instead of the refusal you expect, she merely smiles.
"Wait until I'm done, dear."
Content with Rarity's response whispered into your ear, you straighten up and let her continue her magic. The mirror provides a good view of her, engrossed in using her special talents for someone she loves. She notices you gazing at her while she works, then smiles and continues. It is not something she gets to experience very often, feeling beautiful without the usual hours spent in polishing herself. She normally felt inadequate if she weren't looking her best if anyone saw her, but you were a very special exception. Somehow, she felt like it was alright to be ragged near you, like it was fine to let herself be caught without the poise and grace she was known for, as long as it was you, and only you.
One way she expresses her gratitude to you, who made her feel beautiful no matter what, is making sure that you looked your best at all times as well. Too often you'd find her asking you to try out a few designs, before finding perfectly fitting new clothes in your home the next day, with a letter expressing hope that you would like them. She fusses over your appearance every time you go out together, straightening out your clothes or taking time off her own schedule just to groom you. All this supposedly because "A lady can't be seen with a scruffy partner, can she?" Even at the lady's own expense, it seemed, when she on occasion took off bits of her clothes or accessories to improve yours. Though Rarity is an embodiment of generosity, what she does for you is of a different level entirely.
You are shaken back to reality when the pleasant feeling of your hair being brushed suddenly stops. Rarity is pleased with her work, evident both by the satisfied smile on her face and the sight of yourself in the mirror. It is magic no other unicorn could work, as you note the fine details in how Rarity has groomed you. You move to give her another hug in thanks, but she seats herself before you and passes the brush to you.
"Do your best, now."
With reverence fitting for the goddess before you, you take the brush and begin stroking her mane. The texture is beyond even the most fanciful of dreams spent pining for this girl for whom you had grown such fondness. You stroke, stroke, and stroke, bringing your face closer to her mane so that you can take in her scent. Her shampoo gives it distinction, one rarely found and rarely sought after, only truly appreciated by those with the most refined of tastes. Rarity had a knack for finding wonderful things where few thought to look, or making choices that few thought to consider that turned out well. You've told her that many times, and her usual response is "Of course, darling! Why do you think I chose you?"
Almost lost in your own musings and indulgence in Rarity's mane, you shake yourself back to take a gaze at Rarity in the mirror facing you. She has her eyes shut with the rest of her face entirely relaxed, facing a little downwards as she allows herself to slacken before you. You feel a little twinge of guilt for getting rather carried away, for her mane is a sacred thing. Her permitting such a treasure to you is another proof her trust, and the meaning you hold for her that deserves it.
The job you do cannot really compare to what Rarity herself is capable of, but you tried your best. It is less curly than it is supposed to be and a little frayed at a few points. Rarity looks at your work while you watch, nervous. She takes the brush and finishes bits here and there, her expression neutral before she turns around and nuzzles your cheek.
"You did well, dear, especially considering that it's your first time." She rubs up against your other cheek, letting your hand caress her neck. "It's something different, and it has you written all over it, so I think I'll keep it this way for a while." You aren't exactly sure how your amateur work had the personality Rarity claimed, but she had a gift for finding such things, and you've done will to trust in her always.
It would now be time for breakfast, if Rarity hadn't been so busy over the past few days that her refrigerator is now completely empty. A morning visit to the market is in order, and she's ready to leave when you are. You do thankfully have some spare clothing stored in her bedroom, or she would have insisted on spending however long it took to make you presentable before you would be allowed to let another but her see you. Never mind that her mane right now looks worse for the wear at the moment, she seems determined to show the world your work.
The boutique that she makes her home in is not too far from the market centre, so your walk will be short. Rarity brings up the project that she'd been talking about for quite a while now as conversation, offering you updates on her progress. It's something she wants your advice on, as your judgment has always worked out for her somehow, so entrusting her dearest project to her dearest can be in no way a wrong move for her. It is cut short when you reach the marketplace, and Rarity swiftly goes to buy as you two need. Her skill in haggling is unparalled, you need only watch as she cuts prices to fractions and loads your basket with more and more goods, but it is little to pay to see such a wonder at work. You must admit, a bit of the pleasure comes from the pining eyes of a substantial number of stallions around, mourning the loss of their affections to you who now occupy Rarity's heart. You stand a little closer to her each time that happens and run your hand somewhere on her, to which she replies some variant of "Later, alright, darling?"
The basket is staggeringly full once she's finished with the last of your needs. You're sweating a little as you walk by her. "Dear, that isn't too heavy for you, is it?" Though you try to insist that your masculinity is unfettered, Rarity cuts you off with "Yes it is, dear! Just leave some of them in my saddlebags, I did being them for a reason, you know." She levitates more than half of what you're carrying into her bags before beckoning for you to lean down a little, then gives you a peck on the cheek. "But thank you for trying so hard, dear. Let's get back, shall we?"
Both of you return home quite quickly, but there is a price to pay. Both you and Rarity have been perspirating, ruining the fine craft each of you have done on the other's appearances. She insists that you go take a bath while she cooks breakfast, so that once you're all clean you can have a good, warm meal right there and then. You object, you can't leave her to work alone while you got to enjoy a bath, but she insists it's of no trouble to her. But she can't just remain sweaty like this, can she? It doesn't matter to her, you come first right now as a guest who wasn't even offered a proper meal in her home. Ah, fine, you admit, you want to take a bath with her.
Her eyes widen and she blushes briefly before recovering, speaking in barely more than a whisper.
"Goodness.. impatient, aren't we? I suppose I am rather filthy right now..."
She gazes with a look you have no hope of resisting, before turning to the bathroom and, with a single flick of her tail, motioning you to follow with a treat of a faintest, briefest view of her more exclusive sights. Lost to your deepest urges, you go with her into the bathroom, where she already has the bath running with warm water. She climbs in, tail raising as she steps into the water, alerting you to a most uncomfortable pressure somewhere in your pants. Once she's found a suitable position to relax in, she turns her attention to you, watching expectantly.
Time for you to put up a little show of your own. Facing away from her, you first slowly unbutton your shirt, taking your own time as you peek at Rarity in the mirror. She is staring at you, and you notice a hoof reach down within the bathtub as you remove your shirt, exposing your back. She bites down on her lower lip blushing as you unbutton and let your pants drop, and you hear a bit of gasping as you remove your undergarments. The moment you put your used clothing away and turn to join her, though, Rarity is already lazing in the bathtub, with not a hint of any strong urges like those just moments ago.
The warm water soothes you as you join Rarity in the bath, the scent of her favoured salts relaxing the mind even further. You take to watch her as she relaxes opposite you, forelegs spread as she leans against the back of the bathtub. Her mane is now wet, completely undoing the work you've done, but replacing it with a far sleeker look as it hangs. Some of it sticks to her body, accentuating the subtle shapes and features that you've grown to appreciate, even if she used to think of them as imperfections. She seems confident enough showing it all to you now, as she briefly opens one of her shut eyes in a seductive wink. Through the water, you can see her hind legs are clearly spread, though it's obscured enough by the water that you can't really see what you're looking for.
As if on cue, Rarity levitates a bottle of shampoo into your hands and goes right over, sitting just before you.
"Let's start off slowly, shall we?"
She faces away, letting her wet mane fall behind her, a few strands sticking to your body. You recognise this shampoo as the one Rarity liked to use for extra-special occasions, the smell reminds you of times you've been to the most exclusive of events with her, where she would show you off to her high-society contacts as her mate with glimmering pride. Those nights would usually end with your face buried in her mane while you two lay on a expensive hotel bed, sleeping only after poking fun at the stranger sights that inevitably showed at those times. You wonder why Rarity would want this now, she isn't going anywhere important today, but then it occurs to you that she could mean this is just as important as those were, having you be one to handle her beloved mane.
You spread the shampoo on your hands, then begin massaging her mane. She lets loose a deep sigh as your hands run through it, and with how her mane slips between your fingers and caresses, you're hard pressed to not join her in audibly expressing your pleasure. You continue, enjoying the sound of her heavier breathing as you take whatever opportunity you can to rub her back. Once enough is done and you think you've lathered her enough, she turns around.
"Your turn, dear. Turn around, would you?"
She squirts some of that same shampoo into her hooves, and once you're facing away from her, she begins massaging your head. Rarity's hooves are well-maintained, and all that time she's spent fussing over them are paying off in just feeling them run over your head and hair. You close your eyes, and drift off to a world of nothing but you and her, the only thing being sensed as the work of her expert hooves as she shares her shampoo and carefully washes your head. You don't notice exactly when she stops lathering your head and is now rubbing your back, but after long enough you find her lathering your body with her own bath soap.
"Back already? Turn around, would you, dear? And the soap's just over there."
Returned to an equally pleasant reality, you spread soap on your hands and begin lathering Rarity just as she's doing the same to your front. Her coat feels wondrous, its silken quality rubbing under your hands as the run over her forelegs, then her chest as she too begins to lather yours. You find yourself growing closer to her, as the need for both of you to reach various places necessitate making the best of your distance to each other. Rarity, her face now right before yours, notes this.
"Slowly, now. One step at a time."
Her eyes narrow seductively, and with caution thrown to the wind you move in. Her lips gently caress yours, all while her eyes gaze into you. With a wordless agreement, both of you let them shut together, returning you to that one happy place in your mind reserved for nothing but Rarity. Only she exists now, nothing but her legs squeezing your back, chest pressed on yours, lips teasing away at your own while her tongue plays around, gently beckoning for you to keep going. You withdraw a bit to take a peek at her, her eyes are shut and hear breathing is heavy. She seems to be in the same place you are, somewhere in her mind where you are all that is. Not wanting to leave her alone, you rejoin her in bliss.
Time passes, and she is the first to withdraw. It is a little jarring, but when you awake she is staring right in your face. She gives your loins a teasing prod before whispering a "You've been waiting, haven't you? How patient of you, darling." She returns to her side of the bathtub and relaxes, with a look whose beckoning you cannot hope to refuse. Though her upper torso is well lathered, her lower body is yet untouched. You can't have that.
You scratch her belly a little, eliciting a slight giggle in that wondrous voice of Rarity's. You begin rubbing your hands over it, spreading soap over the slight mound. Rarity would never live down letting something so scandalous be in public view, but you have an exclusive privilege. Her head hangs backwards and her tongue lolls slightly out as you rub, with the occasional "A little lower, please" whispered. When you're confident that you can't spread much more soap on her belly, she says once more, "Lower, dear."
The cute, pink dots that make up her nipples lie below, and Rarity is likely centimetres away from begging that they be rubbed. You use only a finger from each hand, slowly trailing circles around them, each round closer and closer to your, and Rarity's goal. She gasps slightly before biting her lip, and when finally your fingers gently brush against them, she contorts her face and scrunches. Her legs are now open, and it's far easier to see a faint line of pink further below while you rub her teats. Rarity relaxes a little, and she gathers enough of herself to speak a bit.
"Ahh.. you could work around too, you know."
Indeed, you'd been ignoring one of her better assets all this time. Confident in your ability to soap up her teats, you lift her up slightly and begin lather her magnificent bottom. You squeeze them every now and then, having Rarity loose a squeal or moan here and then, savouring the slightly softer hair around her brand of diamonds on each cheek whenever you are not. You then give a slight spank, forcing Rarity to lose control for a moment with a loud yelp, before she softly speaks.
"Surely, you can do better than that, can't you?"
Be it a challenge or request, you had no reason to refuse. In between rounds rubbing and squeezing, you give a good, hard spank, enough to produce an odd noise from within the water that only makes you want to work off the stress in your loins even harder. Rarity's oohs decorating each loud smack does much to please you as much as you're pleasing Rarity, now in another state of mind.
Time passes, with Rarity's rump now surely quite raw if the redness visible was anything to look at. She lays back, and at last spreads her legs, letting her pink line blossom a little.
"All for your hard work, darling. Gently, please."
You give the tip of her horn a kiss, as you slowly guide yourself in. Her interior is warm, even when compared to the bath water, and she moans a little more as you go deeper within and spread her legs out even further. Her fluids let you slip in almost effortlessly, and her face contorts slightly as she hangs onto your back while you lean on her. You reach your full length, as much of you as possible is now within her, and she's doing her best to savour each and every bit of it. Rarity exhales as you pull out, only to gasp as you push in again, doing what you can to have this woman who you love, and loves you in return, have a good time.
You pace yourself more quickly, adding to the cacophony of Rarity's vocalisations with your own. As if in response, she moans louder, freed from her reservations by your giving in slightly to your urges to yell out and rush into her. But no, you're a gentleman, as Rarity always says. You know how to treat a lady like her, and so you bide your time, determined to maintain control until Rarity lost hers by even the tiniest amounts, be it a change in pace of breathing, an increase in her volume, or her using the precious moments she regained control to say "H-harder, dear!"
Rarity is squeezing you tighter than ever before, both your torso and lower, and you know it's almost time. Quickly you lock your mouth over hers, holding her in a deep, long kiss, daring her to break it while she struggles to hold on, what with the many sensations overtaking her body. At last, she's done, she gives in and breaks off, yelling as her muscles contract on you, fluids flowing out and coating you slightly. You no longer had any reason to hold on, anyway, as you finally give in to what seems like hours of buildup and let loose within her, while she sighs as her orifice greedily laps up what you can offer as you continue pumping your own fluids into her. Spent, you collapse onto her, head resting on her shoulder while she nuzzles you in the afterglow.
"You did fantastically, darling."
But of course. She deserves only the best. She picks you up and lets you lie on her, positioning you so that your face is right in front of hers.
"And so do you, hmm? I love you, so let's keep doing our best for each other, alright?"
Staying in the bath, laying in each other's warm embrace would have been lovely if neither of you had realised how hungry you were. A quick finish to washing up later, Rarity and you are both in her kitchen making the day's breakfast. You chide each other slightly on your choices of food, but give in and have a little compromise. Mealtime would come after, and for after that, Rarity had no plans yet.
Either way, it was a whole day to spend with Rarity, and you and her both want to have it last.