Reality Burns
You hang your raincoat up, sighing as you look at your mess of a living room. The sounds of sewing and frantic running from upstairs hit your ears. You allow yourself to smile, and take to the stairs to pop in on your guest.
The noises get louder as you head to your bedroom where your visitor is working as hard as she can. You notice the door is open just a crack, and you open it silently. Inside, the room is covered in cloths and clothing diagrams.
“Rarity, you wrecked my room!”
Rarity, the guest in question, turns her head to look over at you. “It’s not wrecked, darling, it’s called ‘organized chaos’!”
You don’t know where the white pastel pony had come from. You had been sitting down one evening when there had come a knocking on the door. The poor mare had been out in the rain, carrying her bags of cloth, asking for shelter. Naturally, you obliged, and decided to let her stay.
She had pleaded for you to get a sewing machine, offering to supply the money for it with her works, but you were happy to get it for her anyway. You loved having her around, it filled up the lonely house you lived in. She often gossiped with you about stories from her homeland of Equestria, also apparently filled with pastel ponies.
“Whatever it is, it’s cluttering my room up,” you tell her crossly. She gives you puppy eyes, and you soften a bit, smiling. “Ah, whatever. How was your day?”
Rarity’s eyes sparkle. “It was splendid! I’ve nearly completed the order the little lace a few blocks over asked for, so I can get started on the individual works shortly!” She lifted a marshmallow hoof to her forehead, smiling dreamily. “I cannot thank you enough for your hospitality!”
“Oh please,” you say with an embarrassed smile. “It was nothing!”
“But it’s not nothing!” She insists, staring at you with a look of sincere gratitude. “If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, please, don’t hesitate to ask!”
You look her over, her curled purple tail swishing back and worth, her elegant mane hanging to the side of her face alluringly.
“Nah, it’s a pleasure just having you here!” You look over at the sewing machine. “I’m going to make dinner, alright?”
Rarity nods, and heads back to her work. You leave the room, humming to yourself as you do so.
And nothing sexual happened.
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Nice. First for this chapter
You troll, Reggy.
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You... Bastard.
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2239802 I came here for clop and you gave me THIS!?!?!?!?1
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Sweet with a nice little twist at the end.
And not a single clop was clopped that day.
I lol'd.
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2269127 Say, I'm writing a clopfic about Spike and Big Mac. Care to give me a few pointers? :3
2269156 Read a few good clops by Bronystories or Twilightclopple first, or even darf if you wanna go that rout. Watch a lot of porn and read a lot of porn comics(e621.net is great for them), and that should help you. Join the Clopfics group and check out some of their threads.
That's really all I can tell you.
2269182 I saw the group, but I'm lazy.
I'mma go ahead and WING IT! WING IT LIKE A WING BONER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Too many exclamation marks? NAH! Can't have enough of these!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2329074 Yes, my other story "Reality" has the full thing.
You have a boner, no?