//------------------------------// // Rarity // Story: Mane Six Cuddle Simulator // by CategoricalGrant //------------------------------// “Rarity!” “Hm? What was that, darling?” Rarity asks, looking up from her powderpuff compact mirror. Twilight rolls her eyes. “You’re going to share your bedding with him tonight.” “Of course! I’m happy to share.” You weren’t really expecting to share with Rarity. Surprised, you react in kind. “N-no, really, Twilight. I’ll just sleep in my bed upstairs and see you all in the morning. I-“ “Oh, pish posh!” Rarity scoffs, daintily flapping a hoof in your direction. “They don’t call me generosity for nothing, dear. I’ll have none of it.” A slight flush tinging your cheeks, you relent. “Okay, if you’re sure you’re alright with it…” “I am more than alright with it!” she declares, hopping to her hooves and beckoning to you to follow her. “I have plenty of space and am happy to spend more time with you, darling.” You approach Rarity's things and raise an eyebrow as you look at her setup. “You brought an inflatable mattress? Really?” “Do you expect me to sleep on the floor?” she complains. “Of course I brought a mattress, along with a wonderful little ensemble of silk sheets.” “Alright,” you shrug, pulling up a corner of the covers and sliding under them. Rarity trots to the other side of the air mattress and does the same as the others settle down into their own arrangements. As you both lie under the covers, an awkward silence ensues. Rarity lets out a huff and wiggles toward you. “Come now, dear, do you really think that I’d invite you to share my bed and not allow any snuggling?” You’re glad the silence is over, but you furrow your brow as you process her words. “…Snuggling? As in-“ “Yes, darling. Do be careful around the mane, though, you have no idea how long it takes me to get into shape.” You roll on your side to face Rarity, lifting your right arm up. Almost instantly, Rarity slides her alabaster form daintily under it, as if shielding herself from the weather. You curl your arm again, pressing your hand against Rarity’s soft back. Sighing happily, she presses her barrel up against your chest. Humming softly, she rests her head against your other arm, leaving the tip of her muzzle only a half inch away from your nose. “There,” she whispers, being careful not to disturb the others as she wraps her forehooves around your neck. “That’s much better.” You look into Rarity’s soft gaze, framed by lidded but impeccably made-up eyes, and can’t help but smile. Gently, you run your hand lightly down her back, stopping a few inches north of her tail, before running it back up towards her neck. As you do so, you can feel her muscles tense up slightly as she pulls herself tighter against you with her forehooves. “That feels wonderful, darling,” she purrs, nuzzling your nose. Feeling compelled to oblige her, you continue petting her back for several more minutes, smiling as you observe Rarity’s now-closed eyes and happy smile. A change in strategy takes over your thoughts, and carefully, you lift your hand off of her back and place it on her cheek. Rarity gasps softly at the new contact, and her eyes flutter open. As you run your hand up her cheek to her ear, you slowly scrape along the path. As you scratch and pet the side of her pristine visage, you can’t help but notice a bright red blush spread from Rarity’s muzzle to her cheeks, accompanied by a rumbling purr. “D-darling?” Rarity half-chokes, leaning her head into your hand. “Yes, Rarity?” you reply, your smile growing at her cute mannerisms. “Y-you can pet my mane,” she mumbles. “I thought I wasn’t allowed?” “Please pet my mane,” she begs quietly, biting her lip in anticipation and squeezing you with her forehooves again. Reaching out with the hand of your restricted arm, you spread your fingers into her bouncy purple mane like a comb and bring them down, separating the strands gently. On your next pass, your other hand moves from her cheek to her mane as well, doing the same. Rarity buries her head into the junction between your neck and chest, either to make herself more comfortable or to hide her blush. You can feel the gentle rumbling of your chest as she voices low sounds of pleasure. Slowly, the tightly formed curls of her mane unwind and the strands thereof begin to cascade freely down her shoulders, back and barrel. Eventually, Rarity pulls back to place her muzzle against your nose again and nuzzles you. Her beautiful, now unrestricted and messy mane frames her blushing face and affectionate gaze. “You simply must come to our sleepovers more often, dear.” Chuckling, you bring your free arm down to scratch lightly at Rarity’s cutie mark as her eyes flutter closed again for the last time that evening.