//------------------------------// // Chapter 5 - Waking up // Story: The Calling Night // by Derpator //------------------------------// Rarity’s eyelids shot wide open. A few blood vessels could be seen on her eyeballs. She hadn’t gotten a huge amount of sleep, given how late it was when she fell asleep. But she didn’t know when that was. The last thing she remembered was kissing Pinkie Pie. Blurs of the night were coming to her, but her memory was a little foggy. It would likely clear up in time, but some events she flat out couldn’t remember. She didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. When she attempted to move, she quickly came to the conclusion that it was the latter. Her body lacked the physical strength to budge, and her head stung with the slightest movement. She groaned from the pain burst, wiping her head with her hoof. There was no counteractive spell to rid the effects of a hangover. She was alone in her bed, left to her suffering. She grumbled as she attempted to move around. She didn’t get very far, but she gave up, lying on it. She needed some time to do nothing. She kissed Pinkie Pie. She was sure of that. She was also glad of it. She knew the alcohol taunted her mind and put her in situations she wouldn’t usually enter, but kissing Pinkie wasn’t bad. She remembered how much Pinkie had done for her, and what she meant to her. The taste of Pinkie’s kiss still lingered in her mouth, the aftermath of their session residing in her gums. But where was the mare? Rarity looked around. The purse had disappeared from the side, but no trace of Pinkie Pie was evident in her bedroom. She frowned at the apparent abandonment. Why didn’t Pinkie leave a message or stay? At least she still had her integrity, as well as an almost-splitting headache. Rarity eased back into the comfortable haven that was her bed. She didn’t want to leave the confines of it. Give her an hour or two, and then she would be fine. She closed her eyes, entering her void of meditation. She didn’t want to face the negatives of the hangover. She didn’t count how long she was mentally counting stars, but her trail of thought lingered on a bit long. It was cut off when her bedroom door creaked open. Her eyes lazily opened up, her irises tracing towards the doorway. There stood Pinkie Pie, balancing a large tray on her head. It wobbled a bit for its weight. She didn’t mind the spillage if any occurred. She was more focused on the mare holding it. Pinkie looked a little rotten, likely having similar effects from the alcohol, but she wore that graceful smile as usual. “Good morning,” she said calmly after she saw Rarity awake. “I made breakfast.” Carefully, she tiptoed over towards the side of the bed. She took the tray in her hooves, lowering it so it rested on the bed. Rarity let the aroma of the tea linger through her nostrils. It’s what she needed. The breakfast itself looked delicious just from looking at it. Pinkie Pie went to such extreme measures to make her comfortable. But that’s only one of the reasons she loved her. “Morning Pinkie,” Rarity replied in a raspy voice. “Good morning to you too.” Pinkie Pie took her cue to slide into the bed. She cuddled up next to Rarity without hesitation. Rarity didn’t mind. “Thank you for making breakfast.” “I couldn’t not make you breakfast now, could I?” Rarity took her own hoof and brushed it along Pinkie’s forehead. “How long have you been up?” Pinkie Pie grinned. “A lot longer than you have sleepyhead.” Rarity felt a blush coming over her. She likely slept in late. “Well thank you anyway. I appreciate it.” “Of course!” Pinkie replied like it was a mandatory gesture. “I had to make breakfast for my marefriend didn’t I?” Rarity froze up. “M-marefriend?” Her lips trembled a bit. “Pinkie... what happened last night? Specifically. What did I say?” Pinkie Pie nudged Rarity a little. “Aww, you don’t remember? Well, we were going at it a lot. You were kissing me and I was kissing you and then all of a sudden you stopped. And then you asked out of nowhere if I would be your marefriend.” Rarity’s first thought was “Oh Celestia, why?” But it was only a flash. The kissing she was alright with; she had already felt the remains of Pinkie’s mouth in hers. But asking for Pinkie to be her marefriend? She didn’t remember that, or strangely, anything afterwards. “I-I... did?” She whimpered. Pinkie Pie giggled, before snuggling in closer to Rarity. “Yeah! And guess what I said!” She lifted herself up, planting a meaningful kiss on Rarity’s cheek. The unicorn flushed. “I take it you’re happy about this? I mean, we don’t have to be marefriends if you don’t want to...” Rarity, in one fell swoop, and without thinking, turned and kissed Pinkie Pie on the lips. She heard Pinkie Pie gasp as their lips touched, but she pressed forward anyway. The feelings she felt the night before came crashing back to her. It didn’t last long, but she loved every second of it. She could get used to that. “Does that answer your query?” she asked Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie gently nodded her head, her smile one of the biggest Rarity had ever seen. “But...” Rarity trailed, thinking of another problem. “We didn’t, uh, do it, did we?” she asked, squinting her eyes. Pinkie Pie was still for a few seconds, a little blush coming over her, before she chuckled. “Of course not. I wouldn’t pressure you into that straight away. And neither would you.” Rarity sighed mentally. Not that it was bad or anything... given enough time and patience, she would be happy to oblige, but on the first night on their technical ‘hooking up’? “Besides,” Pinkie continued, “You passed out as soon as you asked me if I wanted to be your marefriend.” “Oh,” was all Rarity replied with. She sniggered a little at her own foolishness. “Also,” Pinkie added. Rarity was curious. Pinkie had so many things to go through. “Twilight came by this morning with a letter.” She pulled out a letter from the tray. Rarity hadn’t noticed it. She presented it to Rarity. “It’s the response from your client.” Rarity’s mouth fell agape. She didn’t know if she could read that! What if her client was scorning her and demanded even more from her? Would she be ruined? It was horrible to think about! The consequences could be dire! ...But then, the deed had already been done. It would only make her situation worse if she didn’t at least have a look of it. With a bit of regret, she took the letter and unfolded it. She mouthed the words as she skimmed it with her eyes. There was a loud sigh of relief as well as a shout of, “Yes!” once Rarity finished reading it. In her slightly euphoric phase, she leaned in and planted a peck on Pinkie Pie’s lips. “Oh this is wonderful!” she shouted. “She’s giving me a four month extension!” Pinkie Pie felt chuffed for Rarity. Her first thought was to through her a party. Would it go well together with a ‘Rarity-And-Pinkie-Are-Going-Out!’ party? That was two parties to organise now, but if she could condense them together... Pinkie Pie read the letter. The client didn’t use any fancy words that she gathered from Rarity’s perspective that she would imagine would have been written. She also wrote that Rarity should have just asked for one in the first place if she was so stressed out. Pinkie Pie smiled. Thanks to her, Rarity was out of her stupor. There was going to be no more vulgar behaviour from her, and in the end, she wound up with an amazing marefriend. And she couldn't have been more happy. It was the best girls night out ever!