Birds could be heard conducting their dawn chorus as James shifted in his bed. The sun had just peeked over the horizon and all was still. Ponies were still asleep in their beds, waiting for their alarms to go off or their parent/significant other to wake them so that they could start their day. Even the early risers, business ponies and farmers and the like, were just opening their eyes.
The bed squeaked as he shifted his weight in an attempt to get himself comfortable so that he could sleep for a few minutes more. There was a delightful softness and warmth against his chest, and the smell of vanilla and myrrh filled his nostrils with every breath he took. He smiled, holding the warmth against his chest as he slowly began to drift off once more.
“Oh horse feathers. It happened again.”
James’s eyes snapped open as his little hamster started its day off at a sprint.
He could see a white horn invading his field of vision. The white, bony appendage was lightly pressed against his jaw. It was short but surprisingly thick, with a swirl that tapered off at the top. Though, at first glance it looked sharp, he knew better. Most unicorns went to great lengths to keep their horns in prime condition, and one aspect of that was dulling the edge so that no one would be accidentally impaled, and as close as he was to this particular horn he could see that it was very well taken care of.
He took a deep breath as the warmth shifted slightly against his bare chest. In between his legs he could feel a silky smooth tail sliding along one of his calves. “Rarity?”
Rarity, squirming slightly as James ran his fingers through her chest tuft, looked up at him. “Yes, James?”
“It looks like we’re in the same bed together again.”
“It does indeed appear that way doesn’t it?”
“Did you lock your doors this time?”
“I locked my doors and set up those surveillance crystals just as I said I would.”
“Well, I made sure to triple-check—”
“James? Would you be a dear a scratch a little higher?” Rarity asked, staring up at him with those big blue eyes of hers. “You see, I have an itch just below my jaw, and while I’m more than capable of seeing to it myself…”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” the young man muttered with a yawn.
The unicorn let out a happy coo as one of his hands traveled up to her neck and began to scratch. Her eyes closed and her back arched slightly. James could see the slightly coarse, boney texture of her horn as she pressed it against his cheek a little more firmly. “Oh you are treasure, James my dear,” she groaned.
James smiled, resting his chin on top of the fashionista’s head. The scent of vanilla and myrrh once again invaded his senses as he took a deep breath, marveling at how warm and soft the little pony in his arms was. “Thank you. Now, where was I?”
“You were triple-checking—”
“I triple-checked my locks last night, right, right.”
Still humming, Rarity grabbed the hand scratching her neck and guided it up toward her chin. “Then I suppose it wasn’t some sort of fluke,” she mused, her back leg kicking slightly from all of the stimulation that she was receiving. “Somepony, for some reason or another, has once again forced you into my bed!”
She wiggled some more. James could feel one of her back legs slide against his thing as an excited giggle escaped her lips. “Oh, this is just like my mystery novels!”
James’s brow furrowed. “You have novels about guys getting kidnapped and being forced into mare’s beds?”
Rarity stiffened against him. Though he couldn’t see it, the fashionista’s eyes were wide and there was a blush on her face that was so fierce that it was working its way down to her chest.
“...No,” she said, her voice small. “I most certainly do not have novels of such a subject. Not a single one.”
“Alright,” James muttered, looking down at the mare. “Are you okay Rare? You feel warm all of the sud—”
“I can assure you that I am alright. Thank you for asking!” she replied just a little too loudly.
“…Well, since you have those surveillance crystals we should be able to see who’s doing this right?” James questioned, deciding to just ignore that little outburst.
“Yes, of course we can, James, my good stallion,” Rarity said quickly, quietly praying to whoever would listen that her blush would be gone when she had to get up. “But first I do believe that I shall freshen myself up.”
James’s stomach growled. “We should also probably get something to eat,” he advised. “We wouldn’t want to solve this mystery on an empty stomach.”
“Yes, of course, darling. Now if you would be so kind as so cease your scratching…”
Though it was with some regret, the two crawled out of bed, Rarity quickly making her way toward her bathroom before James could see her so flustered, and the young man himself making his way toward the kitchen so that he could wait until she had “freshened up”. Twenty minutes later the two of them found themselves sitting at the kitchen table with a small projection crystal sitting in front of them.
The fashionista was squirming excitedly in his lap as she looked at the little crystal. Why she had decided to sit in his lap was beyond him, but, since she had promised to feed him after this was all over and she was adorable wiggling around like an excited puppy, he saw no reason to complain about being used as a cushion.
“Now… Let us see if the crystals picked up anything unusual shall we?” Rarity chirped, her horn glowing.
For a moment, reflective surface of the crystal was dim , but with a bit more magic, courtesy of Miss. Rarity, the crystal sparked to life. They could see Rarity’s living room, where she entertained both friends and customers alike.
“…Huh, I didn’t think that thing was going to do anything,” James muttered, scratching his chin.
“Of course I’m sure, dear. These are the best surveillance crystals that bits can buy.”
“I’m not doubting that your crystals weren’t expensive, Rarity,” James said, looking at the little hunk of rock with a critical eye. “I’m just wondering why a crystal would record and store information.”
Rarity looked up at him, her brow furrowing slightly. “Well, I must admit that I’m not completely familiar with the process, but what I’m lead to believe is that a rather complex spell is cast on the crystals…”
James grunted, looking down at the little mare in his lap. “That reminds me; I should probably get to letting Rockington back into the wild.”
Rarity blinked slowly. “…Pardon?”
“I have a pet rock named Rockington that I keep in my kitchen.”
“Why in Equestria would you have a pet rock?”
James shrugged. “Well, I normally don’t like animal’s all that much but I saw Rockington just sitting out in the middle of the road all by herself—”
“Herself?”
“Yeah, Rockington is a gender neutral name, Anyway, I saw—thmp!”
“Shush!” Rarity said, keeping her hoof firmly pressed against his mouth to stem his nonsense. “There’s something on the screen!” Her horn glowed, slowing down the recording to normal time.
Both the human and unicorn leaned forward to get a slower look. On the screen the two could see what looked remarkably like Rarity, complete with a frilly sleep mask and slippers, making her way through the living room toward the front door.
“…Is that you, Rarity?”
“…I believe so.”
“Are those cat slippers? Those are really—”
“Shush!”
Rarity walked through her living room almost zombie-like. Though the resolution on the crystal wasn’t all that good it almost looked like the mare’s eyes were closed.
“Am I sleeping?”
“I think so…”
Shuffling toward the door, Rarity about a foot away from it. Her horn glowed, and the two watched as the door slowly opened, revealing another figure that was standing just outside.
“Is that… me?” James muttered, looking on with wide eyes.
“That’s you my dear. I’d know that pajama bottoms anywhere,” Rarity replied.
James looked down at said pajama bottoms. “Well, you were the one that made them.”
“Indeed I did, and I think—”
“Shush!”
“…A gentle stallion does not shush a lady, James.”
“Hey, you’ve been shushing me all morning. I think I get to have at least one.”
Both Rarity and James watched as their recordings just stood there for about a minute, both of them swaying back and forth like leaves in a breeze. Suddenly, Rarity turned around and began to make her way back into her living room and toward her stairs. James immediately followed, closing the door behind him as the two of them disappeared up the stairs.
Rarity’s horn glowed, and with a spell the crystal was turned off. There was an awkward, confused tension in the air as both her and James milled over what they had just seen. The fashionista, with a lady-like click of the tongue, leaned back against James.
“Well… that was…”
James scratched his chin as he looked down at the crystal in front of him. “Can we talk about those cat slippers? Because I still want to talk about them.”
With a guffaw, Rarity looked up at the young man. “James! I believe that there are more important things than slippers.”
“They’re really cute slippers!”
With a groan of disgust, Rarity hopped out of James’s lap. “So it appears that my initial assumption was incorrect,” she muttered as she began to pace the kitchen. “No one has been putting us in the same bed as a form of elaborate prank.”
“And you didn’t kidnap me from my house to have your way with me either,” James helpfully added, only to be ignored.
“…Unless some sort of magic has been casted on the two of us, one that forces our bodies to be close to one another when we sleep? Or perhaps it is some other sort of magical anomaly? Could some unknown fiend be doing this to us for some diabolical purpose?”
Rarity swooned, a hoof going to her forehead. “Oh this is simply a conundrum!
James smacked his lips together as he leaned back into his chair. “We could always go to Twilight to see if she could help us out,” he said. “That mare loves conundrums, and any other words with more than three syllables. I’m sure she could help us in a jiffy.”
Rarity bit her lip. “Perhaps… though I’d much prefer it if we waited another day or two so that I can acquire more data.”
“Alright, if you want,” James chirped. “Maybe the last two nights were just a fluke.”
“Exactly. The last two nights could be nothing more than serendipitous happenstance,” the unicorn agreed, walking back over and hopping back into James’s lap. “Now with that bothersome business is out of the way, what would you like for breakfast, James dear?”
Once again James quietly wondered why Rarity was sitting in his lap but nevertheless found himself wrapping his arms around her barrel. Rarity let out a hum, pressing herself against his chest.
“I can make pancakes like I did last time,” he offered.
Rarity looked up at him with a smile. “That sounds wonderful, darling. Though give it a moment would you? I’m sure you’re as exhausted as I after watching that recording.”
He looked down at her for a few moments, as if pondering something. “…Yeah, I do think I need to sit a little longer to catch my breath. Watching something as shocking as this really takes it out of you”
Rarity’s smile widened just a hair. “There’s a good stallion,” she murmured.
"A Gooder stallion."
"...Hush, dear. You nearly ruined the moment."
Good gravy that is an adorable Rarity Okay I'm tracking this story.
Interesting... Very Interesting...
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Stories like this make me want to come back to Fimfiction
I'm down for this fluff; cute as hell and I was smiling through the chapter, tracked.
While James happens to have to scent of walnuts and blarg. It took me a while to recognize that word, but when I did I thought: hey, y'know, that probably is what Rarity smells like.
Kudos to your obscure but accurate olfactory descriptions. And an interesting mystery story.
I like this story.
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Same...
I love this story. Like, you need to make this with an arc system. XD When the Rarity arc ends, then another pony shall be the victim! I'd love to see James waking up in Vinyl's bed. Just imagining it would be hilarious.
Adorbs, makes me want to cuddle something furry.
seems to be a cute and funny story. for the two chapters so far you can haz like unt fav
It seem just right.
Catpones? I approve, and hope Pudgemuffin reads and gets some inspiration from this fic.
Rarity, your plan seems to be working. Then again, cuddles are always a good idea. Especially with someone as fuzzy and soft as she is. I presume at least
Oooh, I love this one!
So, is this a reversal on Princess Celestia is in Your Bed? Because if so, I approve.
AHHH! This is ADORABLE! You had me at baby nerds but it only got better!
This story is already twelve kinds of adorbs. Anymore and we might just have a HNNNG! epidemic on our hands
Intriguing.
It makes you wonder... if a mystery results in relaxing pone snuggles on a daily basis, does it really need to be solved?
Hey Jon, I found Rocky!!
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keep the cycle goin', yo
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Has nothing to say, but just smiles...
Rarity looks like a cat in the cover. You cannot deny that she looks like a cat. Just as cute as one too.
I was kinda hoping in the second chapter they'd be in James's bed.
not super big on pony x human stories, but this is too cute to pass up! FOLLOW!!
Give us all the fluff. I so totally ship this harder then I should.
7349036 If you like cute cat-like ponies, you should check out CaptainPudgeMuffin on DeviantArt. Fair warning though: high risk of diabetes
cute
not that cute
That moment when there is so much fluff that it almost feels like the rating should be mature.
7349086 me too
If you would, allow me to fine-tooth comb this:
That first comma shouldn't be there.
All of a sudden.
Personal opinion: That full stop should be a comma to make the sentence feel more rushed.
With this many commas, the sentence isn't all that quick. I would remove the second highlighted comma, but again, just an opinion.
I'm sure your typo is meant to be to
That needs to have a comma after adorable, or be changed to adorably.
I feel like a paragraph was left out in the middle here, or James' speech changed and Rarity's wasn't rewritten to match. Either way, the response from Rarity does not match James' statement.
Should be animals, no apostrophe.
I actually can't quite tell if that was meant to be "closer" or if the "slower" was intentional, referring to the slowing down of the recording. Just thought I'd mention it in case.
I believe the word "stood" is meant to be there.
Should be those.
Technically this should be who, but James' speech is informal enough in nature to let this pass. There are a few pseudo-errors like this around, but this is the only one that really stuck out for me.
Not sure if this is legitimately something that can be called an error, but I feel like "more important things" should be validated, something like "more important things at hoof than slippers."
The extra "s" after the apostrophe on James is unnecessary.
Usually cast IS the past tense of cast. "Casted" is an old form, thus: "has been cast upon the two of us,".
'Nother one.
Either remove is, or change with to that.
Should I PM these to you in the future? I'd be happy to do so and avoid clogging the comments section.
This is adorable and snuggly and I love it so much!
We need more cuddle-glomp stories! Seriously, this is awesome to take part in.
There is quite a bit of adorableness in this story.
The period is not needed when it is written as "Miss", only if it is written as "Ms."
You need a verb. Like "Rarity stopped about"
"those" Someone already pointed this one out, but since bottoms is plural, the adjective should be too.
[quotepUnless some sort of magic has been casted on the two of us,"cast" is both the present and past tense of itself.
Crystals actually have a lot of potential for data storage and crystal based storage devices have already started to appear.
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Though I suppose the recording bit is still the magics.
I am so very amused.
Rarity seems to be channeling Otacon with that statement about romance novels.
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Miss and Ms. are not the same honorific.
"Miss" is for unmarried women, "Mrs." is for married women, and "Ms." (pronounced "Mizz") is a proper equivalent to "Mr." intended to replace Miss and Mrs. because "It's none of our business whether he is married, why should she be any different?"
In Germany, the feminist movement fixed that problem starting in the 70s by encouraging people to retire Fraulein (Miss) and just use Frau (Mrs.) everywhere. I'm told it's now considered belittling to address a woman as Fraulein. (If they used to be doing the same thing the French do, it makes perfect sense. After a certain age, French-speakers address even unmarried women as Madame (Mrs.) instead of Mademoiselle (Miss).)
Also, you only use a period after them in American English. In British English, it's just "Mr", "Mrs", and "Ms".
P.S. Their French origins are lots of fun to read about.
For example, the plural for "Mr" is "Messrs" despite it being pronounced "Misters" because it comes from the French "Messieurs", which literally translates to "My sirs". (See, for example, "Messrs Weasley" in the Harry Potter books.)
However, despite the French honorifics being Monsieur/Messieurs (My sir(s)), Madame/Mesdames (My lady/ladies), and Mademoiselle/Mesdemoiselles (My little lady/ladies), the titles "Mister", "Miss", and "Mrs" (Missus) come from "Master" and "Mistress", which are "Maître" and "Maîtresse" in French. ("Ms" was chosen as "Mister became Mr, so let's contract Mistress the same way")
I uhhhh What does this mean?
7769213 Serendipity is what you call when you find something pleasant that you hadnt been looking for.
IE: Not trying to cuddle with James, but it happening anyway and being a pleasant happenstance.
Investigation aborted on account of scratchies
Ah. For a moment I thought it'd be his place this time.
That answers that question
Ah, more delicious nonsense
They are certainly worthy of further conversation!
Remarks and corrections:
> being forced into mare’s beds
Should be plural possessive: "forced into [mares'] beds"
> who’s doing this right?
comma before "right", or this concerns the matter of "doing it right".
> For a moment, reflective surface
"For a moment, [the] reflective surface"
> of the crystal was dim , but
there's an unnecessary space before that comma.
> courtesy of Miss. Rarity
That "Miss" doesn't need a dot behind it.
> but what I’m lead to believe
"led", not "lead". The only "lead" pronounced as "led" is the metal.
> Rockington is a gender neutral name, Anyway, I saw—thmp!
That should be a period behind "name", not a comma.
> That’s you my dear.
Comma before "my dear"; it is an addressing term.
> I’d know that pajama bottoms anywhere
"[those] pajama bottoms"
> A gentle stallion does not shush a lady
"gentlestallion", one word.
> really takes it out of you”
Missing period at the end of the quote.