Got to love that Sparico
It was quiet that evening in the Carousel Boutique, with nothing more than the humming tatters of sewing machines. Rarity was carefully weaving the last couple stitches on the dress she was working on. She was trying to get the gold trimmings evenly across the edge of the dress without tearing into the fabric, like she shamefully did a few times earlier. However, it was looking like this would be her best stitch yet, and when she finally cut off that final strand at the end, looping it cleanly into a knot, she was finished.
“Perfect~!” The white unicorn beamed, levitating her creation to get a better look at it. “Coco, don’t you think that this dress is just darling?”
The young earth pony looked up from behind her own work station and gasped, staring wide-eyed at the dress Rarity had made. “It looks fantastic!” Coco squealed, her cheeks glowing redder as she lingered with her stare. “But of course, everything you make is fantastic, Miss Rarity.”
Rarity gave a little pouty huff. “Coco, we’ve been over this, you don’t have to call me Miss Rarity.” She giggled a little. “It makes me sound like an old mare.”
“What? No!” Coco Pommel gulped, her skin becoming petrifyingly white, and her palms wet and clammy. “I never met to insult you like that! You’re not old! You’re young and beautiful, the pinnacle of health and beauty. Why, you look younger than I am, and I’m barely twenty!” She collapsed down onto her hands and knees and begged for forgiveness. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“Coco… Please stop apologizing, there’s no need for it. You’ve done nothing wrong.” Rarity sighed, mentally face-palming herself. Although she was getting used to this kind of behaviour from her young apprentice. She had learned how terrible Coco’s old employer, Suri had been on her before quitting, and while Rarity had tried her best to tell Coco that she wasn’t nearly that… controlling, the cream-coloured mare had a habit of forgetting and slipping into old defensive measures. At least she had gotten her to stop physically punishing herself and plucking out her own eyebrows.
“So you mean you’re not mad at me?” Coco asked, looking up at Rarity with teary eyes. When Rarity smiled and nodded, Coco was overcome with an immense joy. “Oh thank you! Thank you~!” She leapt up from the spot, wrapping her arms around Rarity’s waist and snuggling herself deep into the white mare’s chest, snuggling into it as her tears of anguish became tears of joy.
Rarity weakly smiled as she laughed a little uncomfortably. This was another one of Coco’s strange habits. When complimented or told she wasn’t in trouble she became very… clingy. In addition to that, she also seemed to hug her at boob level, and it made the fashionista quite uncomfortable, but she didn’t have the heart to tell her to stop. Instead, she would lightly push her away after she had calmed down a little.
“Don’t worry about it, Coco,” Rarity said, straightening out her skirt and blouse. “Besides, don’t you have some work that needs to be finished? Those dresses won’t make themselves you know, so we both best get back to work.”
“Yes Miss Rarity!” Coco saluted, returning back to her own sewing machine.
“I… never mind,” Rarity mumbled. She was hopeless sometimes, but Coco was a whiz with a sewing machine, and thanks to her productivity had gone up fifty percent. She really was quite the little helper. “You’re doing a wonderful job.” She adjusted her work glasses and sat back down at her station to continue to work. In her sewing though, her mind became a little distracted, and she found herself staring up at the clock. It was getting rather late in the evening, and it was about time to call it a day. “Almost time…” she whispered under her breath excitedly.
Ding dong! Rang the doorbell.
“I’ll get it!” Coco eagerly jumped up from her bench and ran to the door, nearly tripping on her own foot as she stumbled across the room and opened the door. “Welcome to the Carousel Boutique, where we make your dreams in pink—“
“And green,” the visitor smiled. “I know the motto quite well, Coco.”
“Oh Spike! It’s you!” Coco stammered. She had met Spike many times before, but for whatever reason, she always forgot that he was a dragon, and it always scared her a little to see those dark purple scales, big green eyes and sharp teeth, but then she’d remember that Spike was quite tamed and gentlemanly, and all her worries would dissipate. “I wasn’t expecting you in today. Are you…” She hesitated a little. “Are you here to see Rarity?”
The dragon nodded. “Yeah, we were supposed to have a date tonight…” he leaned over to the side, past Coco to see Rarity. “Unless of course my princess is working late again.”
The fashionista blushed a little at being called princess. “I know, I know. But you’re early.” She smirked at him as she got up. “In fact you’re exactly ten minutes early.”
“What can I say? I couldn’t wait,” Spike laughed. “That… and Twilight wanted me to clean the entire castle after we tried turning a carrot into a bowl of pudding.” He shuddered a little, remembering that fiasco.
“Anyways…” Rarity trailed off a little, running to her drakefriend and letting herself get scooped up in his arms. He dipped her down, and gave her a little kiss on the nose. “It’s always nice of you to drop by, Spikey. Although next time, perhaps let me know ahead of time.”
“Noted,” Spike said. “But… well, now that I am here…”
Coco coughed a little. Not to be rude of course, but because that little dip she watched Spike give to Rarity made her throat tickle a little. She had never been very comfortable watching other ponies show affection, even though she greatly admired Rarity and Spike, but whenever she saw them hug or kiss… she got a strange feeling inside of her. It was a foreign feeling of excitement and terror that she never understood. However her little cough did catch the attention of the two lovers. “Oh umm… sorry to interrupt, but… umm…”
“Oh yes, right!” Rarity said, getting her balance back. She looked back up at the clock. There date wasn’t that far away, and Coco and she had gotten a lot of work done. Perhaps it would be okay for them to take a little break and get off early. “Coco, perhaps we can call it an early day, and you can go back to your hotel.”
Coco looked confused. “Did I do something wrong?”
“What? No, darling! Quite the opposite, in fact,” Rarity stammered, waving her hands in front of her. “You did such a good job, that I’m allowing you to go home early.”
“I… did a good job?” the blue-mane pony asked wondrously. Her eyes lit up. “I… I did a good job!” She leapt onto Rarity, butting in between her and her dragon and giving the white mare another chest-snuggling hug. “Thank you! Thank you so much! This is the happiest I've ever been in my life!”
As Rarity started to flush a little, Spike raised an eyebrow and a smirk. The fashionista stared daggers at him. “Zip it, dragon boy.”
“Didn’t say anything,” The dragon said innocently. He did, however, take matters into his own hands, and lightly nudged Coco away. “But what I think Rarity means is that you did a good job, and should just spend the rest of the night relaxing. You know, go for a massage or manicure. Do something you enjoy, you know.”
“What I enjoy?” Coco thought aloud. “I don’t know what I like. For the last fifteen years all I’ve done is work. Can that be something that I enjoy?”
“Sure…” The two said slowly.
“Then I’ll go home and work! Would you like that, Rarity?” She asked, staring at her mentor with starry eyes. “I could finish up the rest of these orders for tomorrow morning!”
She really didn’t understand the meaning of downtime, but Rarity really wanted to get her date on the way, so any distraction she could give to the mare would do. Plus, it would save her time tomorrow if she could get the base stitches done for the last few dresses. So she nodded, making the young pony’s day.
“Thank you, Miss Rarity!” She cheered, grabbing not her, but a few rolls of fabric and some thread. “I won’t disappoint you! Just wait!” Coco waved goodbye to the couple before grabbing her purse and slipping through the door.
When they were sure she was gone, Spike and Rarity sighed. “Well… energetic as usual,” Spike sighed. “And she’s still doing that nuzzle thing, huh?”
“Now you know she’s a sweetheart,” Rarity giggled, rolling her eyes a little. “But she can get a little carried away. I personally blame that terrible Suri. She sucked all the free will out of her and left her a broken girl. Poor little thing…”
“You’re a great employer, Rarity,” Spike said. “In fact, you’re so good…” He wrapped her arms around her from behind. “I think you deserve a little reward.”
“Oh really?” Rarity grinned, leaning back into her dragon. “Well, lucky me.”
*****
Coco sat in her hotel room, sewing vigorously on her machine, doing her best to wrap up the last few bits of the fall formal gown she was working on. The steady hums of the motor running rang louder than the apprentice’s moans of frustration. This last stitch was proving to be more troublesome than she had originally anticipated.
“Almost got it…” Coco murmured, eyeing the thread and the fabric, making sure that the stitch went just perfectly into the material, even the slightest mistake would be unacceptable to her mentor and boss, she just knew it.
She was almost at the end of the seam, but then, something terrible happened. When the needle went up to be fed more thread, it was met with nothing. Horrified, Coco quickly stopped sewing and shut off the sewing machine, opening it up to see what the problem was. She thought that maybe it had just jammed up on her, but it was far worse than that.
“I’m out of thread!” The young mare gasped, feeling slightly faint. “It’s okay Coco, think… I’m sure you have more thread in your bag.” She reached down into her spool kit, and looked for a spool of thread of autumn gold, the colour of thread she was using for this dress. However, she soon realized that she was completely out of autumn gold. “No! No! No! This isn’t good!” She kept looking for a spool of thread, but the closest thing to autumn gold she had was mid-summer brass… would that work? She tried to imagine how that would go...
“WHAT? THIS ISN’T AUTUMN GOLD, YOU FOOL!” The gigantic, evil looking Rarity in her mind roared, flames of red fire spewing from her nostrils with rage. “UNACCEPTABLE, COCO! I NEVER SHOULD HAVE TAKEN YOU UNDER MY WING!” The over exaggerated Rarity glared at her, her eyes shooting out beams of lightning at the poor mare.
It was clear as day for Coco… she couldn’t do that.
“Oh, what will Rarity think of me now? She’d probably fire me on the spot and kick me to the curb. I’ll probably have to go live in the soup kitchen or go work of Suri again!” Coco started to get a little teary-eyed, and collapsed into her arms, crying.
She cried for almost ten solid minutes, before her weeping diverted to sniffling, and her eyes became less puffy. She got her thoughts lined back up, and started to think a little more rationally. There was no way that she would EVER go back to Suri, and she was eighty percent sure that Rarity wouldn’t fire her, but she didn’t want to take that chance. She needed to get this dress finished before tomorrow, but to do that, she needed to get her hands on some autumn gold, and the only place she would find some of that in Ponyville would be Rarity’s house.
She looked outside, and saw that the moon was already strong in the sky. Rarity would hopefully be asleep by now. Somepony that beautiful would need her beauty sleep. So it would be a simple matter of getting in and out without waking her up. She would just grab a spool of the thread she needed, leave a note saying how sorry she was to intrude, and get back to her hotel and finish up this dress before tomorrow.
Coco Pommel grabbed her jacket and her purse, before heading out of the room, and down into the quiet streets of Ponyville. Living in Manehatten for so long, it was always strange for her to go out at night and not be met with the screeching of carriage tires, the flashing of lights and the leering eyes of strange ponies in trench coats. Being in a quiet town like Ponyville was so relaxing it put her on edge. It was unsettling to walk down a sidewalk without knowing where and if the danger was lurking down the alleys.
In any case, she practically ran down the streets to get to the Carousel Boutique. The windows were all dark, so Rarity had definitely retired for the evening. Coco reached into her purse and pulled out the spare key Rarity had intrusted to her. Looking down at the brass key, she started to feel a little dirty. Would Rarity freak out if she caught her sneaking around her house, and worse yet, would she be able to explain why she was there? But she needed this thread, so for the sake of her boss, she would be as quiet as a mouse.
She unlocked and opened the door slowly.
In entrance hall and studio were empty, save for a few mannequins wearing half-finished dresses. It was a little creepy having their blank faces staring in all directions. But that didn’t matter, she saw the mater thread shelf across the room, and on the top shelf in the right corner stood a full spool of autumn gold thread. Looking both ways down the hallways to see if the coast was clear, she tip toed across the room, opened the case and got her spool of thread.
With the spool tucked away in her purse, she was just about to leave the house, when she heard moaning coming from down the hall. It sounded like Rarity, but it was a sound she had never heard before. Although every inch of her being told her not to investigate, she found her feet heading towards the noise. She guessed it was coming from the room with the dim, orange light coming from a door that was open a crack. As she got closer, the sounds got louder, and more intense.
The young mare nudged the door open slightly and peeked in. She was about to ask if everypony was alright, but the words were caught in her throat as she was met with an unexpected sight. Spike and Rarity were sitting on a large, splayed out blanket next to a roaring red fireplace, though the two were hardly admiring it. The two lovers were intertwined within each other’s bodies, their lips locked and only parting for them to take hasty, rapid breaths of air, before kissing again. Coco watched with awe as their tongues danced with one another, flicking and rubbing against the others, and dragging up their necks. Spike’s hand held Rarity’s face in place, teetering it a little to give her little nips down her neck, and onto her dress. His teeth grabbed the cut of the mare’s dress, and he playfully yanked at it.
“Spike!” Rarity laughed, pushing him away playfully. “If I knew you were going to be so hungry after dinner, I would have worn something more edible. But…” She reached behind her, grabbing the zipper to her dress and pulling it down. “It is getting rather stuffy in here.” She let the straps of her dress fall down her shoulder, and peeled out of the top half of her dress. Her boobs were barely being contained in her black, lacy bra, so that when she unclipped it, it practically popped off of her chest.
Coco had to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from gasping too loudly. Rarity’s naked chest was on display for her to see. Her bra did them no justice, as Rarity’s rack stood firm and perky, with purple nipples that stood erect, and excited. Coco felt the strange urge to nuzzle deep into her mentor’s chest, feeling their softness against her cheeks. It made her own boobs feel tiny and insignificant in the sight of perfection. Still, the young mare found herself strangely titillated. Why was she feeling this way?
Spike was feeling something as well. His claws had a firm grip on both boobs, and Coco envied him for that. He leaned in closer, letting his forked tongue flicker around the tip of Rarity’s tit, teasing a little as her head kicked up, gasping a little as Spike lips engulfed her boob and sucked down. The fashionista pulled him in closer, breathing deeply as her own devious hands began their work. She didn’t bother undoing the buttons on his shirt, and ripped it off.
Coco had never seen Spike shirtless, but she wondered what took her so long. The dragon’s green scales shimmered in the firelight and shadowed his abs; all eight of them. The young mare felt hot under the collar, but she wrote it off, what she couldn’t understand why she hadn’t looked away yet, but her mind was betraying her, too numbed by this captivating sight. She gulped as the two lovers continued. Rarity got up, her boobs bouncing slightly, and began to pull down the rest of her dress and panties. It was such a dirty thing to spy on, and Coco’s eyes widened as Rarity’s most intimate area was secretly exposed to her. Two perfect white folds under a tinged of purple, diamond shaped fur. Rarity looked down at Spike, giving him a little smirk.
“Now darling, earlier you said something about a reward?”
“Yes, milady,” the dragon smiled, grabbing both sides of Rarity’s fine hips for balance, taking a deep breath of her sweet scent, and eased into her folds. His tongue pressed gingerly around her mound, taking small strokes at first, savouring her taste. He had to fight the desires to go all in, but it was more fun to tease his mare, make her writher and squirm.
And squirm she did. Rarity’s shuddered as streams of pleasure jolted up her legs. She had to lean into spike’s head just to keep her balance, taking wave after wave of pleasure as Spike lapped away at her. She moaned aloud, biting her lip, all the while the sexual pleasure building up between her legs. Spike knew to take it to the next level, and without a second thought, he dug deeper between her legs.
The juices were really begin to flow as the white mare was overcome with ecstasy. She practically shoved Spike’s face into her, feeling the tongue of her love digging deeper and deeper into her nether region. She clutched her breast, massaging herself to enhance her own pleasure. Coco watched with astonishment at the act before her. Her soul was on fire, as well as other areas of her body…
To her own amazement, her panties started to feel a little damp and tight. So without taking her eyes off the show, her hands started mimicking Rarity’s, snaking up her shirt, and squeaked a little as her fingers began to fondle her boob. It felt strangely right at the moment but she needed more, and her clothes, they felt so restricting so she started to undress, pulling off her shirt and skirt, leaving her in her underwear. They were white with teddy bears on them, and right now, she felt like sticking her finger in the honeypot.
Masturbation was something she wasn’t very familiar with. She had experimented a few times, but she always felt so dirty afterwards. Tonight though, that’s exactly how she wanted to feel. Her fingers dug deep down inside her, ravishing herself, her other hand never leaving her breasts, or her eyes on the show at hand.
Rarity was putting on quite a show, her moans quickly escalating to sweet, shrill, screams. Eventually she finally gave out to her climax, with her folds clenching around Spike’s tongue, squirting down into his mouth, a tasty reward for a job well done. Spike licked up every last drop thoroughly, it was a craving he deeply desired, and he wasn’t going to waste a single drop.
Once her head had gotten around her orgasm, and her marehood licked clean by her dragon, Rarity looked down at Spike, pushing his head back a little so she could get a good look at those big green eyes of his. He was taking a second to catch his breath.
“Wonderful job as always, darling,” Rarity hummed, getting down on her knees, taking a lone finger and dragging it across his wet cheek and wiping up a little of her cum, and had herself a little taste. Coco eyes widened and nearly squeaked out loud, seeing her employer do something so… daring and filthy. She looked down at her own hands, which were coated with a thick glaze of her own juices. The young mare never wondered if it would taste good, and usually wouldn’t even dare think about something so… courageous. But tonight Coco wasn’t herself, and with a deep breath, she took a little sample of herself.
She cringed slightly, but it wasn’t terrible, although she was honestly thinking of something ten times worse than a slightly salty but mostly bland taste. Perhaps it tasted better when mixed with a lover’s tongue. Rarity and Spike were once again kissing passionately, with Spike slightly taking over the white mare. As he laid Rarity down on the furry blanket, the fashionista was wrestling blindly with Spike’s belt, unhitching the loops and sliding it off his jeans. With them out of the way, Coco got her first good look at Spike’s lower member.
The young mare had never actually seen a penis before, at least, not in real life. Perhaps it was because it was a dragon’s dong, but it was a lot bigger than she thought one would be. Rarity didn’t seem to mind though; her small tender hands gripping on his log, and making the drake give a pleasant little squeal. Soon, the dragon found his back against the ground, and Rarity hovering over him, her hand still grasped tightly around his member. She gave it a little tug, hovering her own twitching nether over it. She madly wanted to thrust it deep inside her, but she knew they’d have more fun this way, and she LOVED having fun with her dragon.
“You’d love for me to go down on you, wouldn’t you, Spikey?” She teased, swaying her hips, letting the tip of his prick brush up against herself. Already she was getting wet again, and she knew that Spike was on the verge of coming as well. With that in mind, she worked her way down Spike’s chest, until the tip of his stiff member bobbed in her face. She stuck her tongue out, flicking the base of his shaft first, and dragging it up his length before engulfing his tip. Rarity’s eyes darted up, and she grinned at the smiling dragon before going down on him. She worked her tongue around the thickness of his shaft, swirling around it with her devilish tongue, working every muscle in her jaw to massage the dragon’s member.
She had started off slow, not wanting to overwhelm Spike, but she quickly picked up the pace, taking more and more of him into her mouth, and Spike was enjoying every moment of it. He felt the heat from her breath, heating up his already raging fire, kindled by the gentle touch of her mouth, and the slight grazing of her teeth. The dragon could hardly keep himself down, with his hip thrusting involuntary up, shoving himself deeper into Rarity. She didn’t mind however, many sessions of practice had trained her to take it. If anything, it proved to excite her more. It wasn’t long before he started to feel a burning sensation in his nose, and thin trickles of black smoke started to spew out.
Rarity knew this was a sign that he was close, so she got her hands involved as well, rubbing down the base of his member, massaging his tender groin, rutting his rutter to push him to the brink of climax, and releasing her mouth from his rod, allowing him to erupt all over her, the gunky white sperm hardly visible among her cheeks. She sat up, a little annoyed that it had gotten all over her face, but that’s what magic was for. With a small flicker of her horn, all the dragon’s gunk had evaporated from her face, leaving her perfectly clean.
Coco was also losing herself as well, hands jammed deep between her legs, leaving only for a second to unclip her bra, which had become itchy and uncomfortable. Her own breast compared to Rarity’s were miniscule at best, and staring at her naked beauty made her envious. And watching her mentor take a shot to the face it was so… enthralling! She had to work her panties down her legs, getting them caught by her knees as they stretched out, but they were off enough. The young mare, finally felt the deep sensation of ecstasy that she had been craving all night. Stumbling upon Spike and Rarity in the act, pleasuring herself while she watched, getting completely naked while doing so. If Rarity found out about this… Coco’s little heart would positively explode. But her mind was already beaten down by waves of self-pleasure, and even she could tell that Rarity and Spike were getting ready for the grand finale. So she got to her knees, and daringly pressed her face closer to the door crack.
Rarity turned herself around on top of her dragon, letting her back rest down on top of his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her shoulder in his snout. Her twitching twat was balanced above Spike’s member, cuddling up against the tip. The white mare leered back to Spike, biting her lip in anticipation. Her wide, blue eyes begging for him to start the ravishing, and who was he to not comply?
The dragon reached down and adjusted himself a little, and grabbed both of Rarity’s legs, pulling them up so her hung in the air, and letting Coco get a front row view of the unicorn’s honeypot. He spread her legs wide and took his first plunge in, with Rarity gasping hard, pulling his head closer to her neck. The dragon gave began licking her neck as he continued to thrust into her, his mind retracting to something much more… primal, where he acted only out of desire and greed for the perfect white diamond he had in his possession.
Rarity did her best to compose herself, but it was a failed effort. Within a few seconds she went from an elegant, well composed lady to a moaning, screaming mare that loved to be fucked by her dragon. She could feel her hair getting messy, but with every thrust Spike drove into her, the less she cared about things like looks. She loved the feeling of Spike’s big, dragon cock squeezing into her, a feeling of absolute euphoria.
Watching the panting couple left Coco stunned, frozen in place with her fingers up her snatch. She couldn’t help but stare intensely at them. It was wonderful how those two found love with one another, and that they could share such moments like this all the time. It made her a little sad, staring into Rarity’s teary, but blissful eyes that she may never experience this sort of happiness, this sort of love… but she was shaken off that thought from the breathy pants of the unicorn, her legs riling and twitching on top of Spike. Coco resumed her own twitching, matching her panting with her mentor’s. All three of them were getting close, and with one final push, they call came simultaneously.
Spike was milked hard, with a thick, steamy mix of Rarity’s and his cum pouring out of her overflowed mound and down his thighs. Rarity collapsed on top of him, utterly exhausted. Coco gave a high pitch squeal as she was overcome with her own orgasm, rolling onto her back as she squirted all over her legs, and left a dark moist puddle on the hallway carpet. She laid there for a few minutes, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were like jelly, so she couldn’t get up even if she wanted to.
The young mare held a hand over her mouth to try and stifle her breathing as she tried to listen in to her employer and her lover were doing.
Both the dragon and the unicorn were on their backs, staring up into the ceiling. Rarity held her hands over her head, relaxing into the fur rug they were laying on. That’s when she noticed that during their fun, they hand accidently kicked over their wine. “Oh shoot…” She mumbled, rolling over. “We spilt the wine.”
“I’ll get something to clean it up,” Spike yawned, slowly getting up from the floor. “Cleaner’s in the kitchen right?”
Coco’s mind, while hazy from lust, did manage to shock back to normal once she heard the impending footsteps approaching the door. “Crap!” She said in a hushed whispered, scrambling up herself. In a mad dash, she blindly grabbed all of her clothes and her purse and ran down the hallway, exiting the house, and locking it behind her before she went sprinting home.
Thankfully no pony was awake that night, or else they would have seen a naked mare running to her hotel.
*****
Coco was dreading the idea of going back to work the next morning, and it wasn’t just because what she did last night in secret. No, despite peeping into the private affairs of Rarity’s love life, and breaking into her house, the young apprentice was still worried that Rarity would get mad at her for not finishing the order last night like she promised, and she didn’t have an excuse she could use.
“It’s going to be fine, Coco…” the cream-coloured earth pony told herself, standing outside of the Boutique’s door. “I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.” She held her breath as she pushed open the doors. “Good morning, Rarity!” She said with a big, insanely nervous smile on her face. “I-I’m sorry, but I didn’t get all the dresses done last night like I said…”
Rarity was sitting at her desk, working on another dress commission. “Oh Coco I never expected you to finish it. So no worries, and I mean it.” She looked up to her and smiled. “I’m sure you were busy with other things.”
“Yes Mi- Rarity, just Rarity…” Coco nervously laughed.
“So what did you get up to last night?” Rarity asked nonchalantly, resuming her own work.
“N-n-nothing!” the young pony stammered. “I didn’t do anything last night! I swear! Just trying to get the dresses done.”
“Well I hardly believe that, darling,” the white unicorn said, her horn glowing as she opened a door and pulled out a pair of scissor. “I’m sure you did something.”
“Nope…” Coco gulped, pausing for a moment before running to her desk. When she got settled in, or as settled as she could, she noticed a little box on her desk with a bow and her name on it. “Umm, what’s this?” She asked worryingly.
“Hmm? Oh that. That’s just a little something for you, dear. Go ahead and open it.”
With great curiosity, Coco undid the bow and the wrapping and opened up the box, eager to see what was inside. Her smile dropped when she saw what was actually in this little ‘present’, and solemnly pulled out a teddy bear adorned, still-damp panty's with great horror.
Only one word came to the poor mare’s mouth. “Shit...”
Rarity put her tools down, an unamused look on her face. “Spike found them laying in a rather moist puddle in the hallway. I have to say I’m quite surprised that you would do something like this Coco, it seems so unlike you.”
The young mare was in tears, her heart seconds from giving out. Maybe the sweet embrace of death would ease her inner turmoil. She waited for Rarity to unleash on her and breathe fire… but that didn’t happen.
Rarity was smiling, trying to stifle her laughter.
“You know I should be mad at you…” she started. “But I’m glad to see you do something impulsive and out of your comfort zone. However, next time may I suggest going to a dance club or something instead of spying on me and Spike.”
She waited for a response, but Coco had gone pale, her mind unable to compute what the hell just happened.
“At least we put on a good show, right Coco?” The fashionista winked. “And if you wouldn’t mind, I do have something to ask you.”
Again, Coco was stiffer than a board.
“Do you think it’d be possible for you to tell me where you got this adorable looking underwear? The teddybears on it are simply too cute for me not to have.”
Coco slowly nodded her head. “I-I got them at Pony Mart… they were on sale. So you’re not mad at me?”
“Heaven’s no, dear,” Rarity beamed. “It’s not like this is the first time something like this has happened. Fluttershy has a bad streak of luck in that department… In any case, it’s all water under the bridge. Now…” she picked up her needle and thread. “Have you seen my last spool of Autumn Gold?"