There was a shift in the cosmos. The moon, which had stood as a sentinel against the all-consuming darkness, had begun its slow descent from the sky. It’s brother, the luminescent sun, took its place. The darkness, which had so viciously fought against the moon for supremacy, fled as the sun peeked over the mountaintops. Light, warm and golden, bathed everything that the sun surveyed.
A band of this light found its way through a window and toward a bed, where James found himself sleeping. The young man’s face scrunched up as the sunlight replaced the comforting, quiet darkness. He tried to cover his face to block out the light with a hand but the sun, gentle yet powerful, would not be denied. The light flowed through his fingers and onto his face.
With a sleepy grumble, James tried to cover his face with his covers, but just like his hand the silk covers were a poor barrier. It was time to rise, the sun quietly said, in a language known to only a few. It was time to start the day, to be a creature of life and motion, to seize the day and make it his own. But still he resisted the call, rolling onto his other side with a grumble.
With that moment he found himself once again in the motherly embrace of darkness. Along with that sweet jubilation he also found himself pressing up against something soft, warm, and furry. He took a deep breath, humming in delight as vanilla filled his nostrils. Fur, unspeakably soft, was tickling his cheeks and his nose but he ignored the sensation, burrowing his face deeper to hide away from the almighty sun. In the silence of the room he could hear the steady yet powerful beat of a heart. He pressed his ear against the softness, moving with it as it gently rose and fell, listening to the steady thumping.
He tensed as he felt something lightly gliding up his back. As with the fur against his face it was soft, yet it had this firmness to it that warned of a hidden strength. The something leisurely made its way up his back, up his neck and toward his head, where it stopped right at the top of his head. For a moment it simply lingered, not moving, not applying pressure, but then he could feel it run lengthwise down his head. Though he could feel no protrusions to speak of, the familiar sensation of fingers running through his hair could be felt. He sighed under the gentle ministration, nuzzling his face deeper into the softness and the beating heart.
“James dear,” A voice, as soft and light as a spring wind, wafted through the air. “James, darling, it’s time to rise and shine.”
James’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Blinking blearily, and wondering who would wake him at this ungodly hour, he looked up to see a pair of blue eyes staring down at him.
The owner of said eyes looked tired. Her mane and fur, usually perfectly maintained, was sticking out everywhere. Her eyes, usually so lively and bright, were half-lidded and hazy. On her chin was a line of drool that lead up to her mouth. Rarity, though she looked even more tired than he felt, smiled down at him as she rubbed one of her big, blue beautiful eyes. “Good morning, darling,” she said, yawning.
Exhaling explosively through his nose, James rested his cheek against her chest. “There’s nothing good about this morning,” He grumbled quietly.
The unicorn giggled as he tried to throw the covers over his head. Her horn glowed, and with a flick of her horn it was back down on his lower back. “Now, now, none of that,” she chastised, giving his head a pat. “It’s time to greet the day, dear.”
With another grumble, James reached up and began tugging at the fashionista’s shoulders. He didn’t know what all of this waking up nonsense was about but it was going to be nipped in the bud before anything crazy in mind happened. So, still grumbling, he began to drag the unicorn down his body so that she wouldn’t get any more crazy ideas. Rarity, of course, simply giggled as she found herself as the smaller spoon, leaning up to give him a sweet nuzzle on the cheek.
“I don’t wanna greet the day,” James groaned, pulling Rarity against him and resting his chin on the top of her head. “The day wants to beat me up and steal my lunch money.”
“Oh? Well hiding from it isn’t going help things,” Rarity said teasingly, nuzzling his neck as his arms wrapped around her. “You need to go out and face that mean old day, dear.”
“Well you’ve never gotten a swirly by the day. If you had you wouldn’t want to get out of this bed until noon either.”
A sleepy, amused hum escaped the fashionista’s throat. She rested her horn against his cheek as she laid there, just listening to his quiet breathing. One of her hooves hooked around his middle and began to trace his spine. James sighed as one of his hands reached up and dug his fingers into her mane, gently scratching her scalp.
In the background, the chirping of birds could be heard as the two just took a moment of this brand new morning to lay together. In those few, wonderful seconds everything else went away. There was just silence and warmth and comfort.
“You know, I have been thinking, James dear,” Rarity said, shattering the perfect silence.
“You better watch that, I heard if you think too hard steam starts to come out of your ears.”
Snorting, Rarity playfully shoved him. “James, come on now.”
“I swear that I watched it happen to Bonbon at the market the other day,” James said, complete sincerity in his eyes. “It was crazy. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch. I’m pretty sure that someone even took pictures.”
With another giggle and a shake of her head, the fashionista continued her train of thought. “Now, as I was saying, I have been wondering whether this is out of our control.”
James’s brow furrowed. “What? The steam coming out of our ears when we think too much?”
“No! I was talking about this,” she said, reaching up to boop his nose. “The two of us have been trying so hard to discover why we wake up like this every morning—”
“Not really.”
“—But what if this is just meant to be?” Rarity’s back arched as she sighed dramatically. “What if it is fate that brought us together? What if we are destined to wake up in each other’s arms until the end of our days?” She sighed again as she covered her face. “Just think of it, darling!”
James did as she asked, his nose scrunching up. He wondered if such a thing was feasible and what it could mean. If this was predetermined than did that mean that everything else was preordained in his life? Did he have free will, a say in what he did in the mere moments that spent amongst the living? Or was he just the toy of some higher being, doomed to carry out their whims like he was some sort of puppet on invisible strings?
What even was free will? Were their gods? What purpose did he have in the universe? Was there even such a thing as purpose? Did it matter what he, a tiny insect in the universe, did? Was Nietzsche right in saying that nothing mattered and nothing would ever matter? Was god dead? Did he kill him? Or her? Or it?
His hamster, smelling smoke, shook its head as it broke into a dead sprint.
“Well… I guess it’d be… something,” he lamely uttered.
Rarity tittered softly as she looked down at him. “Well, I suppose it cannot be helped,” she lamented. “I just hope that I can find room in my abode for all of your belongings…”
“…What about my belongings?” James asked.
“A bigger bed might also not be out of the question,” Rarity muttered, scratching her chin. “If we need to I could certainly have somepony come in and add an extension on the boutique. Thank Celestia that my ceilings are high enough so that you don’t have to crouch down. Otherwise harmony only knows how much that’d cost to rectify that...”
James’s brow furrowed in concern. “Um, Rarity? What’s this about extensions and ceilings? Rarity?”
“And of course we’re going to have to come out and tell ponies that we’re together. We wouldn’t want anypony to think that we’re a pair of harlots.” Rarity stared down at him with an appraising eye before she grinned. “Ohhh! I know just the place where we can have our date! It might not be extrémité supérieure but I don’t think we need to flaunt ourselves too extravagantly.”
“A date?” James hesitantly said. “You’re talking about a date, right?”
“Of course, darling,” Rarity said with a nod. “After the two of us go to your house and take stock in everything that we shall need to move then we can—”
“Move? Why the heck are we moving anything out of my house?”
“Because you are moving into my home, dear,” the fashionista said with a playful roll of the eyes. “Weren’t you listening to a thing that I said?”
“…Yes?”
“Excellent!” Leaning down, Rarity touched her nose with his, her big, blue eyes staring expectantly. There was warmth in those eyes; an affection that made his heart flutter in his chest. “Then the two of us shall be together forever more?”
Her tone was soft, hopeful, not at all confident like it had a moment ago. The smile on her face was a nervous, small thing, like a flickering candle that could go out at any moment. For a minute the two just found themselves staring at each other. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were their breathing and the creaking of the bed as Rarity nervously squirmed waiting for an answer.
James found himself smiling at the sight. “If it’s fate then who am I to go against it?” he asked, reaching up to scratch the fashionista’s chest.
The sigh that Rarity let out was a shaky one, relief instantly washing away her anxiety and fear. “I always knew that you were a reasonable stallion, James darling,” she said, trying and failing to keep her voice even. “Tis no longer in our hooves, if it ever was, I’m afraid.”
“I guess we’ll have to just sleep in this bed together until the rest of time huh?”
“I suppose so.”
“We’re going to have to start dating. You’re going to have to tell your parents and I’m going to have to lease an ad in the paper that I’m selling my house.”
“Mother and father are sure to love you, dear, and I’m positive that we can find somepony to buy your house with little effort.”
“After that, if everything goes well, I suppose you’ll be wanting a wedding ring?”
“Not for a few years,” Rarity insisted, though her eyes were shining at the very idea. “But in the future yes.”
“And a few little monsters running around the house?”
“It’s only proper that after you marry a lady you have a family with her, James.”
“And then grandchildren?”
“If our children are lucky enough for find that special somepony yes.”
Sighing dramatically, James threw his hands up. “Well, like you already said, it’s probably out of hands. What with the fates and swimming against the current of destiny and all that.”
Rarity nodded in agreement, rubbing her nose against his before she rested her head on his shoulder. The fashionista felt happy, exceedingly so, she was so happy that she didn’t know what to do with herself. She wanted to run outside and shout to the heavens, she wanted to wrap her hooves around the stallion holding her in those big arms of his and pepper his face with kisses until the sunset, she wanted to do a million different things and she wanted to do it all at once. But a lady controlled herself, no matter how happy or excited or ecstatic she was, so she just found herself smiling softly as she nuzzled James’s shoulder.
“We shall just have to suffer through it, darling,” she told her brand new coltfriend. “Pawns in fate's design as we are…”
So I wonder what pony/human cross breeds would look like?
I guess it's out of my hands. If fate wants me to favorite this story, then who am I to deny it?
Oh for heaven's sake! Just get a room, you two!
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They did. It belongs to Rarity.
7354662 As Discord probably would have said: Interesting.
Loved how Rarity turned this around so fast, he barley had time to think and she showerd him with plans for their future, Rarity is apparently a Pony that never let's a opputunity go to waste.
7354602 And in this case, he represents the only of his species and culture in said world. Thus, human humor. I rest my case
7354662 My avatar .
Why sell his house? Move in with him and save on all that needed construction to fit him to the boutique.
And Twilight's still in a corner, furiously writing notes.
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"Subject One seems to be accepting of his fate, while Subject Two seems excited about the idea of Subject One moving in."
"TWILIGHT!!!"
So cute, dangit!
I needed this in my life.
In this world, is the destiny of ponies bound by some transcendental entity or law?
Is it like the hoof of Celestia hovering above?
... Who cares, shit's cute as hell y'all.
7354699 they're working on it. Haven't you been paying attention?
You accidentally a few words in this chapter and there were a couple mistaken there/their/they'res, but either way I really liked this chapter.
They more or less stopped pretending but are still using the pretense of "fate" as a kind of tongue in cheek way to hold up the facade that this all wasn't by choice.
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My interpretation is that they wanted this all along, but have been using the "mystery" of all these happenings as a sort of facade. "We're not really together... it's kind of just happening to us."
In this chapter they give up the acting and start going along with the thought of being together officially, but as a bit of tongue in cheek humor, as well as a bit of theatrics, Rarity plays it off as the dictums of fate. Takes him a minute but James starts to play along, continuing to play the game, but at the same time letting Rarity know he wants it just as much as she does.
UniqueSKD wants a hug.
You must be 20 years of age to hug.
7355156 Oh ok.
7355427 How dare you say there's an age limit on a hug! *Hugs*
Lucky bastard, being fated to be Rarity's lover.
Wow, this story is a life lesson.
7355230 RT
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I dunno why, but I like this story, especially the part where Twilight is inside her "silly pony" box and trying to observe and see why James and Rarity are cuddling with each other.
Ah so cute I could just die. But I'm not. Why? Cause I want to finish this story and a lot more stories as well. I'm back logged at least 35 stories in my read it later shelves. Plus I am backed up and trying to catch up to two stories. So I have too much to read to die just yet.
Later-BFBL
Why can't this happen to me in real life
7355393 I mostly just saw all the fate talk as a chance to spoof the opening narration of Berserk, so i jumped all over it.
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I'm beginning to wonder if Discord isn't the reason these two keep waking up in a shared bed.
Although the big clue is sleepwalking. That points the Finger of Blame squarely at Luna.
Curiously, I have no problem with the dark princess shipping these two. Lord knows I'd be scritching and petting ponies at every excuse, and I'm fairly certain they wouldn't mind at all (because hands are human magic-- Lyra will back me up on this).
You seem to be very confused as to what constitutes spooning. It doesn't involve facing each other. People don't bend that way.
You know I am just loving this fic and the interactions between everpony along with the humor as well.
P.S. compared to some of the heavy stuff I've read before this is a nice change in pace.
7355790 (points at you) Silly bastard, forgetting he can just write his own fanfic where he becomes fated to be Rarity's lover.
7356349 Ha! Bend! Like a spoon!
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GRIIIFFFFIIIIITH
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That would require me to have Windows Word on my computer. Sadly, I have it not.
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Of course she is! She's... Twilight...
That bit about mornings was gold. I'm gonna have to use that at some point.
"'Tis" You need an aprostrophe for contractions.
[quotepIf our children are lucky enough for find that special somepony yes."to"?
[quotepWell, like you already said, it’s probably out of hands."of our hands"
7354662 Uh, small centaurs?
Best line for waking up ever!
Fingers...?
7355017 ... The hybrids would look like anthro hookers?
.....and that's how centaurs were made.
Imagine it was Pony Body Pillow.
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So long as they aren't mantaurs everything will be fine (and no not the wrestler)
7373199 who says it doesn't?
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The police do. . .
And the government. . .
And her parents.
Let's just say that this is the theme song for this fic:
[youtube=youtube.com/watch?v=2ixvsV-ahI0]
Another great chapter bud. I shall read the rest later.
Running gags keep on running
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He just doesn't want to get up
Freaky magic-conceived hybrids? I can already hear Twilight Sparkle fire up her bunsen burner, digging up her goggles and lab coat, and practicing her mad scientist cackle
Remarks and corrections:
> It’s brother, the luminescent sun
Aiiie! "Its"!
> “James dear,”
Comma after "James". Also, can't end this on a comma since it's not a "s/he said" construction. I think you need an ellipsis (...) there.
> “There’s nothing good about this morning,” He grumbled quietly.
There should either be no capital letter on "he", or no comma at the end of the quote.
> as she laid there
"as she [lay] there". Again, "laid" is from "laying", which means "putting somthing down".
> a moment of this brand new morning to lay together
"to [lie] together". Yes, those two verbs are a mess
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I'd guess that's a play on the trope that ponies are using their hooves in ways that should only possible with fingers.
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I'll just leave this here.
https://youtu.be/01Al93sSfxI
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*Does the Mr. Burns fingers thing*
"Eeeeexcellent!"