"That is one amazing stallion," Rarity mumbled to herself as she looked at the pony.
As she walked into the spa for her usual appointment, she noticed somepony sitting down who could only be summed up in one word...
He was quite amazing, with an amazing build, amazing mane, just radiating amazing. Most amazing of all, however, had to be his glasses, with their amazing frames and lenses.
Amazing.
Rarity just could not stop looking. As she stared, the thought that was in the back of her mind became the focus of her concentration. "I simply must talk to him."
She approached with a little bit of apprehension, some excitement, and 100% arousal. Oh, the things she could, should, and would do to him.
Ah! We're getting ahead! Just one step at a time. Introductions first and foremost, then-
But Rarity noticed something peculiar. Something unspeakable. The stallion was not looking at her. At all. He did not notice her. He paid no attention. He. Was. Not. Looking! That was just unacceptable on so many levels...
That stallion just had to be hers. At any cost.
"Excuse me. Do you mind if I sit next to you, darling???" She inquired, referring to the open spot on the couch. The mystery stallion did nothing. His ears didn't even flinch. Neither did his body. Neither did that sweet ass of his.
She coughed softly to get his attention, and repeated herself, "Do you mind if I sit next to you, darling?"
That got a reaction out of him. The stallion looked at her, moving only his eyes like a creepy-as-hell painting.
He took his time to respond, choosing exactly what to say. "...Sure."
That voice exponentially amplified Rarity's body heat and anime blush from 100% to OVER 9000%!!! All of that heat went to one certain place, and it was her face, you damn pervert. Get your mind out of the gutter!
"Thank you, darling." Rarity said as she moved to sit down next to him. Step one, approach the stallion, complete. Step two, seduce- I mean, make friends with him. Yeah. That's it.
The silence between the two ponies was awkward enough, and someone needed an ax to break the ice. "I don't think I have seen you around. Are you passing through right now?" Rarity asked. As much as she wanted to pounce on him like Opal on a toy, these things take time to make work. Time she didn't want to spare, but alas.
"No, I actually reside here in Ponyville. I frequent this place quite a bit." Celestia, he could do ASMR for a living with that voice! Or Life Alert commercials. Just a thought.
"Really? I come here frequently, and have never seen you here. When do you usually come in?" She could almost taste the bar representing the progress she had so far. 5% is SHIT. Got to aim big and get further along!
"I try to do this weekly, but it just depends on my schedule."
"What does your schedule consist of to work around?" Progress bar is at 10%.
"Work, hobbies, thoughts, shit like that." Wow. Cussing around a lady? The heat only got more intense as her squishy marshmallow-like face turned a deeper shade of red.
"What do you do for work?" This was it. The make-or-break point.
"I'm an architect. Anything from gazebos or buildings to furniture, I revise everything like the math and materials. I basically give everything the go ahead to be built."
"Oh, darling, considering that, I would recommend the spa every HOUR. I can only IMAGINE the stress of THAT career! Wrinkles ARE NOT GOOD!" She changed the topic to hide her fluster. She knows how much architects make. She knows that means he has a nice place, probably a mansion. "I am curious, though, where exactly do you reside in Ponyville?"
"On the outskirts of Ponyville. Just a small, humble abode."
Okay. Not a mansion, but this can still work! "Well, that sounds nice, darling. Is that something you approved, being an architect?"
"Yes. I actually did the entire process myself; planning, building, testing, all the fun stuff. And the sore stuff." With that last sentence, he smiled slightly. Oh no. THAT SMILE! It melted every female's heart within a five-inch radius!
"Where are you from, whatever-your-name-is?" He asked the question with such forwardness, such honesty. Applejack would probably like this pony. Actually, fuck that bitch (heh), he is Rarity's and only Rarity's!
With mock offense, she scoffed, "How dare you not properly ask me my name!" Of course, such disregard only got more of a blush from her.
He deadpanned, "You have not asked MY name during this conversation thus far. Double standard much? But answer the question."
Getting back on course, she composed herself with a deep breath. Here she goes. "I am Rarity, designer and fashion extraordinaire at Canterlot Boutique."
A smile formed on his face. "It is quite a RARITY to meet such a celebrity."
"..."
"..."
...
(I'm sorry. Please kill me.)
He was quick to get things going again. "But still, where are you FROM? THAT is what I asked, after all."
"Oh hush, I was just getting to that part. I was born here in Ponyville."
"That is curious. Why do you have the accent, then?"
"This is how proper mares speak, darling!" Rarity's voice got a bit louder, as if to emphasize just how proper a proper mare properly speaks.
"I have never heard any other pony speak the way you do, and I have traveled all of Equestria."
The moisture returned. (To Rarity's face, you pervert.) "ALL of Equestria?"
"Yes, ALL of Equestria. I didn't stutter."
Time for a speed round. "What do you think of Manehattan?"
"Too high-tech for me."
"Baltimare?"
"A bunch of ravens there."
"Vanhoover?"
"That has one amazing strip club."
"Apple- whAT???!!! Strip clubs?! How do those work?!"
"You should know, Rarity. You design clothes, but ponies normally do not wear clothes, so they put on lingerie and take THAT off." With a sigh, he lamented, "Oh Celestia, though. Some of those clothes were so sexy taken off, piece by piece."
"Well, maybe we could go back to my place and we can take clothes off there." Rarity winked. Hook, line, and sinker! She surely would get some tonight! VICTORY!!! SHE DID IT! PROGRESS BAR 100%!
But that progress bar shattered into many pieces when the stallion's glasses turned into sunglasses, covering his amazing eyes with black. (Like Rarity's stallions.) Then, pure white erupted from him. Not like that, but like a light shining from inside him.
"BEEEEEEE!" His arm cocked back.
"GOOOOOOONE!" His arm reached maximum backage.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOORSE!!!"
Rarity will remember forever what happened next.
She was punched squarely on the nose and got knocked the fuck out!
She was airborne for a matter of seconds, then landed a few yards away.
Blood spurted from her nose violently. Her pure ivory coat was ruined, and her mane, defiled!
The stallion got up and started walking to the door, but not before leaning down and whispering to Rarity, "That is not how proper mares speak, but thots. Be gone, thot."
With that, he left.