Deleted Scene - What am I going to do with you?
Rarity’s sweet blue eyes remain glued to your satisfied slumbering face. She lets out a content sigh, snuggling into your chest. Oh…she had needed that. After all, what was the point of starting a new relationship if you couldn’t enjoy the fruits of your labor? And there were fewer fruits sweeter than those born from passionate lovemaking.
Rarity feels you twitch in your sleep, and the hooves you had tenderly wrapped around her grow slightly tighter. She looks up at your face once more, your expression having morphed into one of apparent pain and confusion; it appeared her beloved was in the middle of a horrid nightmare.
“R…Rarity…” The words slide past your lips, they send a worried chill up and down the fashionista’s spine. Why did you sound so afraid?
“Shhh, I’m right here darling…don’t be frightened.” She reaches out with her lithe hooves and hugs you close, cooing to you softly in order to ease your restless slumber. “Shhh…”
Eventually your incessant twitching and mumbling slows to a halt, and you appear to have regained your peace of mind. Rarity places her head back upon your chest, a worried expression taking the place of her previously pleased features. She’d seen you act this way during your comatose time in the hospital, you’d often fidget and cry out in your sleep. Though never during that period had you actively called out for her. Before the accident you’d slept like a newborn foal, but now…she worried that the bookcase had traumatized you somehow.
She sighed, gazing out the window on the far side of the room, the starry night sky and glowing crescent moon filling her with a sense of inner tranquility. She absentmindedly pulls you closer; odds were she wouldn’t be able to sleep at all now, despite the rather taxing activity she’d performed with you only a few short hours ago. She’d probably be much too worried about falling asleep and being unable to comfort you should your nightmares start up again.
“Mmm…” She crosses and uncrosses her hind legs underneath the silk covers of the bed. Suddenly aware of how badly she needed to use the lavatory. She cautiously yet quickly slides out from under your tender embrace, careful to avoid causing you any unnecessary disturbances. You were likely having enough trouble sleeping as is.
Finally freed from your embrace she tiptoes across her bedroom floor, slowly pushing away her discarded ‘sexy’ nurse outfit. A blush crosses her cheeks when her eyes meet with the pink scrubs and matching hat. Roleplay was, well, very unladylike. But she would be lying to say she hadn’t enjoyed the risqué act.
It had provided her with two very unique things, the likes of which she rarely got to experience. The ability to let her more wild side as a fashionista run free, designing this personal outfit had been much more fun than she had originally anticipated. Rarity ran a rather tasteful establishment, or so she liked to think, naturally there was an air of lewdness to a few designs, and she never had any problems with showing a little bit of skin if it helped the outfit. But never before had she even considered making such a smutty piece of attire.
And to be totally honest…she wanted to do it again. There had been something so wonderfully liberating about letting that rampant sexual side of her run free. Normally the unicorn was so caught up in doing what was proper and ladylike that she repressed that side of herself. But now that she was able to let that part of her run free through her most prominent creative outlet she was likely to continue it.
“Oh dear me…” She whispers in the dark as her face comes into full frontal contact with the shut bathroom door, why she’d been so caught up in her own thoughts that she’d forgotten to open the door. “Aha! There we are.” She declares quietly yet proudly, her horn alight as she opened the door and stepped inside.
A few moments after relieving herself she stands before the bathroom mirror. Letting out a displeased sigh as she gazed at her disheveled reflection, why on Equestria had she forgotten to wash off her makeup beforehoof?
“By Luna’s moon I look absolutely horrid…” The unicorn grumbled, reaching up with a hoof to flatten down her unkempt mane, only to realize that she’d forgotten to take off the long black socks she’d worn with her outfit. “Oh, silly me…”
She reaches out and gently grasps the end of the sock with her teeth, struggling to pull off the article of clothing; it was damp with sweat and stuck to her body like a second layer of skin. After five or so minutes of struggling with the difficult cloth she made a mental note to avoid wearing such things the next time the pair of you made love.
“Goodness gracious!” She declares her mouth still wrapped around the now removed sock. She could taste the sweat and feel the dampness on her tongue; needless to say she was quick to remove the clothing from her most prized of orifices. “Oh how positively disgusting!” Her teeth would need a good brushing after this repulsive act.
She was about halfway through peeling off the second sock when a loud crash originating from her room brought her struggling to a halt. She peeks her head out of the door squinting her fatigued blue eyes through the shadowy darkness of the upper floor’s hallway. There was another bang, louder this time, followed by a muffled swear. Had you just…fallen out of bed?
“For Celestia’s sake…” She murmurs grumpily, making her way back towards the bedroom, figuring it’d be best to check on you. After all, you had just been through a serious accident. “Leave him alone for five minutes and he’ll wind up in the hospital again. And I absolutely refuse to spend another moment inside that horrid place.”
The bedraggled unicorn pushes open her bedroom door, unsurprised to find you lying face down in a crumpled heap of blankets on the floor. She represses the urge to giggle as you struggle and kick, trying in vain to free yourself from the velvet confines of her blanket. Eventually your eyes snap onto where she stands, and despite the poor lighting she can practically see the shame behind them.
Without so much as a word she steps forward, her horn lighting up and the blankets slowly untangling.
“What am I going to do with you dear?” She asks, her pearly white teeth cutting through the shadowy darkness of the room as she smiles.
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Well, Im a real clutz
When I fall out of bed, I usually just continue my sleep on the floor
Yes you are
2203975 I'm usually too lazy to move back onto my bed again....
I had a little "Hell yeah!" moment when I saw this had updated, and then my hopes came crashing down when I remembered that you'd mentioned publishing a deleted scene.
...
Regardless, markedly enjoyable. Wait times don't really matter to me anyway, considering that nowadays I leave my readers waiting for a minimum of three weeks for new chapters (And I'm surprised I'm not receiving more complaints that Those Who Came Before hasn't updated in two months).
TL;DR: Party on.
I'VE BEEN DECIEVED!
Well, this was an entertaining interlude, even if it WAS supposed to be cut.
A good chapter. Even if it was a deleted scene I still fully enjoyed it. I look forward to seeing more of what you produce, since I have yet to be disappointed. I expect you to keep up this tradition, or I will come after you with a mob of angry villagers.
... Although I'd need to find a mob of villagers first. And then I'd have to get them riled up....
Ya know, I'll get back to you on the angry mob.
2204715
Uh...ya know...take your time he he...
2204816 Good news for you... Turns out that angry mobs have a union. There are just too many forms for my taste, so you'll have to settle for just me coming after you. Granted, I'll be angry. And I'll have a torch and a pitchfork.
Okay... A lighter and a dinner fork. But I'll still be angry!
Alright, displeased. I'll be grumbling, that's for sure!
2204978
You have my Spork! Together, let us march on gmoneywalker for more chapters and justice!
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2203975>>2204120 hell it doesnt even wake me up
Lovely little snippet here.
Couldn't help but get a little laugh out of her reaction to the sock though, considering she just made love and what, well, other things may have been in her most prized of orifices.
huehuehue
But yes, very enjoyable update here, and I eagerly await the nest full on chapter!
:D
2205215 ... I have a 12 gauge shotgun to lend to the fight...
Who do we viciously kill, burn, rape, touch on the penis first?
2204978 the fork of truth!
2204978.
I represent Mob #35572 and we would like to provide you with your own honorary 14th century rusty pitchfork. With it you may carry a torch and form your own angry mob (which everyone must have their own pitchfork and a torch in every other person's hand)
2208464 Oh boy! Hear that, gmoney? I have the authority to create my own angry mob! I hope that you're ready for it!
2209560static3.fjcdn.com/comments/now+where+did+that+little+pony+go+_b325b166ae68e6f26d9b84a75f626f34.png
Bring it on...
This was a nice chapter, short but sweet.
2203975 sometimes I just sleep on the floor to avoid falling off my bed
ill join your mob! i can bring bring pitchforks for every body and signs if you want to eventually switch to protest mode at some point
2209560 Don't worry. I already have one from Astana heading his way as we speak.
2204198 Deceived, actually, and why?
Also, oh holy hay, I didn't know you read this!