> Toasted Marshmallow
>  by Art de Triomphe
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> Toasted Marshmallow
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	The steady ticking sound of the sewing machine sounded like a metronome. Under normal circumstances, it would sound more like a jackhammer, but this stitching needed to be precise. And so I bent over the device, concentrating so hard that I almost didn't hear her come in.

"Is that nearly finished, darling," asked the mare in question.

"Just about," I replied, keeping my eye on the ball, so to speak, "About two more lengths to go."

"Excellent," she beamed as I heard her step toward me, "You know, sometimes your precision surprises even me. Even more so than your sewing ability."

"Like I've said before, Rarity, asking me why I know how to sew is about as useful as asking me how I got to Equestria in the first place."

"Be that as it may," she continued, now standing basically right behind me, "I do so appreciate your help. Especially during this time of year."

I shrugged as much as I could while keeping firm hold of the fabric. Rarity was right. It was springtime which meant many more public and social events, particularly for her clientele in Canterlot, "Glad I could be of service."

At that moment, I reached the end of the fabric. Shutting off the sewing machine, I took my handkerchief which sat nearby and dabbed a small amount of sweat from my forehead.

"And how generous you are with it as well," Rarity praised, but I also felt her hoof press into my back right between my shoulder blades, "The small amount I pay you is a fraction of what you could ask."

Now she was moving her hoof in a clockwise motion. It kind of felt like having someone massage the area with their elbow. Slightly painful, but surprisingly relaxing.

"It's fine, really," I countered, now perspiring more than I had been bent over my machine.

"Modest as always," the unicorn mused before stopping her ministrations and returning to all-fours, "Come now, I believe the tea should be ready."

I heard the dainty clip-clop of her hooves as she walked away from me. As I turned around to follow my "boss", I saw her give a toss of her mane, as she was wont to do. However, she followed that with a glance back toward me, and I could have sworn I saw a spark in her eye.

A short while later, the two of us were sitting at her kitchen table, having tea. Between Rarity and my castle-mate Twilight, I had grown quite fond of the hot beverage. It didn't hurt that I got to share it so often with the beautiful unicorn.

Yes, in the few months that I had been in Equestria, I had become quite smitten by the fashion designer. Quite frankly, I didn't know a straight stallion who wasn't. And why shouldn't they be? She was certainly the most beautiful mare in Ponyville, if not the entire country. Couple that with her intelligence, conversational abilities, and general demeanor, and most mares I knew threw her sidelong gazes.

I will admit that at first, admitting to myself that I was attracted to her was a bit odd. Sure, the residents of Ponyville were intelligent, sapient, beings, but they still looked like little ponies. However, I quickly cast that aside. Considering that I was the only human on this planet, and the fact that ponies were quite open to inter-species attraction and relationships, I finally came to terms with my feelings toward the unicorn.

However, that did not mean that there was not a seed of doubt in my mind. Doubt that was mainly concerned with what Rarity thought of me. Obviously we were friends, and she was excited by the challenge afforded by being asked to design clothes for me. This was doubled when I realized that I knew how to sew and knew something of fashion design. This was the beginning of us working together, which of course meant more time in each other's company in general.

I could go on about this for hours in my head. Fortunately, at this moment, Rarity pulled me out of my inner monologue.

"Could I ask you a favor, darling," she asked.

"Sure," I replied with a nod.

"Would you be a dear and go down to the market and get me a bag of carrots? If you don't mind, of course."

Well this was new. Rarity had never asked me to do her shopping before.

"Sure Rarity," I shrugged, which made the unicorn smile.

She then proceeded to exit her chair and walk around the table to my side.

"And there's no need to rush, darling," she continued, placing her right forehoof on my thigh, "Take all the time you need."

This statement was accompanied by another gleam coming to her eye. Removing her hoof, she walked past me, back toward the main foyer of the boutique. After pausing a moment to release a breath I did not know I was holding, I walked the short distance to, and through, the front door.

Now that I was alone, to a point, my mind became a flurry of information. Since when was Rarity so touchy? In the space of fifteen minutes, she had rubbed my back and purposely hoofed my thigh. And both times were accompanied by that little sparkle in the corner of her eye which I had no explanation for.

That's not to say I minded, quite the contrary. It was just so out-of-the-blue and, quite frankly, unlike Rarity. Ponies were physical beings, to be sure, but Rarity usually only did so around very close friends.

My head absolutely swam with thought all the way to Golden Harvest's carrot stand. In fact, I was so out of it that I didn't even try to haggle the mare's price of 10 bits for a bag of 10 raw carrots. I simply paid the price, took the carrots, and turned back toward the boutique.

However, about five steps into my return trip, a new thought crossed my laden mind. What if Rarity is flirting with me? That sounded a bit far-fetched at first, but then I gave it some thought. Since I'd been here, at least three mares had actively flirted with me. Among other things, I had been called "fascinating", "exotic", and "scary in a good way".

Then I remembered that Rarity had been acting a bit strange this week. For examples, two days prior she had asked me to get a bolt of red material off the top shelf, even though she could have gotten it with her magic and even though she already had a bolt of that same color sitting on the floor. When I finished retrieving it, I found her staring at me with wide eyes, as if my hair was on fire. I even had to call her name to get her to tell me where to put the material.

The next day Rarity and I bumped hips as we passed between the front foyer and the back storage room. At the time, I had apologized and she told me not to worry. Now that I thought about it, it was possible that she had purposefully initiated the contact.

Either way, as I reached the boutique, I didn't know how to proceed with this information. Most of it was just sheer speculation and perhaps some wishful thinking. On top of that, I could not risk offending Rarity by questioning her about these incidents. Guess I would just have to play it by ear and take note of any further odd behavior.

Upon entering the boutique, a fresh fragrance immediately hit my nostrils. It was very sweet, something like a mix of honey and roses. Of course, the boutique, not to mention Rarity, always smelled nice, but this was far more potent than usual.

"Rarity," I called, as I didn't see the unicorn anywhere, "I'm back."

"Hello darling," her voice replied from upstairs, "would you mind coming up here, please?"

I quickly put the carrots in the fridge and made my way up the stairs. Once there, I noticed that the perfume smell had become a little stronger, and there was another scent mixed in that I could not identify.

My immediate instinct was to check the creation room, but there was no one there. The only other major room on this floor was Rarity's bedroom. Taking a few more steps down the hall, I found the one room whose door wasn't fully closed. I pushed it open and stepped across the threshold.

Now I had never been in Rarity's bedroom before, but I didn't have much time to take in the scenery, as my focus was soon completely held. For on the large, four-post bed, lying with her head on a pillow and her body perpendicular to my field of view, was Rarity.

The pristine white unicorn looked slightly different than how I had left her though. Her back legs were covered in black stockings which were attached to a black garter belt. They were crossed slightly, her left more in front than her right, which pronounced her hips and flanks. From her muscles, I could tell that her back was slightly arched to bring out her backside even more. Around her neck, she wore a black choker which had a few gemstones embedded in it. And her eyes were half-lidded and seemed to be drinking me in just as much as mine were her.

"Hello, Anon," she cooed, running a hoof along the bedspread, "Won't you please come closer?"

My legs basically moved on their own as I crossed the room. Rarity followed me with her eyes. When I reached the bed, I decided to go down to my knees, so as to be at her eye-level.

Rarity wasted little motion, immediately moving her hoof onto my cheek, then gliding it along my jawline and under my chin. This resulted in a blush forming on both our faces.

"Hello Rarity," I said, probably sounding like an idiot, "What's this all about?"

She decided to answer my question with a question, "Anon, tell me, what do you know about mares?"

"Not much, apparently."

"Do not worry," Rarity continued, now running her hoof along the back of my head, "I intend to teach you. But only if you do something for me."

"OK."

"Please run you hand along my back."

I immediately placed my right hand on her back. Spreading out my fingers to cover as much ground as possible, I began stroking Rarity from shoulder to hip. When I would reach the valley of her spine, I would resume from the top, assuming she would prefer to keep her coat neat.

"Thank you darling," she hummed in enjoyment, "That feels better than I even imagined. Now, the first thing you must know is that I am in heat. Do you know what that means?"

Hearing the word "heat" almost made me stop petting her, "Uh, i-isn't that when you are sexually active?"

"Not exactly. Ponies can have sex whenever they so desire. But they can only become pregnant when in heat."

"W-Well, I don't think I can accomplish that," I offered with a weak smile.

This caused her to giggle, "I'm not looking to get pregnant, darling. However, the heat does bring upon stronger carnal desires. To put it bluntly, I desire to be rutted. And, more specifically," she moved her muzzle closer to my ear, and whispered, "I desire to be rutted by you."

I moaned simply at the thought, "I would love to fulfill your desires, Rarity."

Rarity smiled and positioned my head so we could look at each other properly, "I knew I could count on you, darling."

She then used her hoof to pull me into a deep kiss. She moaned as her muzzle and my mouth figured out the best way to interlock. Once we did, I brought my free hand around to hold her head in place while adjusting how I was petting her to use more of my fingertips.

We eventually broke the kiss for air, but that only lasted a couple breaths. Soon we were once again liplocked, pushing our tongues into the mix for good measure. Her tongue was bigger, but mine was more dexterous, dancing circles around her mouth as if it was exploring a cavern.

During this, Rarity took initiative, firing up her magic to move my petting hand right onto her flank. Taking the hint, I began squeezing and rolling the fat of her ass, much to Rarity's vocal approval.

Rarity broke our kiss with a moan, "That feels so good," she panted, bringing her hooves together around my neck in order to nuzzle me, "You like kneading my flank, baby?"

"Oh yes," I groaned right into her ear, "Never thought I would be worthy to squeeze your beautiful ass."

"Ooohhh," the unicorn moaned again, "I need you inside me."

I smirked, "I've got an idea."

Almost painfully, I removed myself from Rarity's grasp, and my hand from her flank. Raising to my feet, I took a good look at the mare on the bed before reaching for my shirt collar.

"Let me help you with that, darling," Rarity said, firing up her magic once again. In no time, I was minus my shirt, pants, shoes, and socks, leaving only my boxers behind. Said undergarment was also sporting a noticeable tent.

"Oh, baby," Rarity cooed, moving her muzzle right in front of my groin, "Is this for me?"

"Yes beautiful," I replied, before putting my hand under her chin and angling her head to look at me, "But I think you'll like my idea better."

"What is your idea?"

I smiled, "Lay on your back."

Rarity must have known what I had in mind, because when she got on her back, she spread her back legs to open herself as far as possible. This position allowed me my first look at her pussy and asshole, the former already glistening with desire.

I dropped to my knees again and grabbed her by her thighs. I dove my tongue and face into her honeypot without hesitation, running my tongue wherever I pleased. My efforts were soon rewarded with a cacophony of moans, groans, and yelps. To up the ante, I positioned my mouth slightly higher to focus on her clit while allowing my right hand to join in. At first, I simply squeezed and felt up her ass some more, but then I pushed the envelope by sliding my middle finger into her flower.

Again, Rarity responded, saying over and over again how good it felt and threatening me with physical harm if I left before she finished. Of course, I had no intention of doing such a thing. Instead, I pushed her closer to that peak by adding my ring finger to her love tunnel. At this point, the only coherent thing out of Rarity's mouth were warnings that she was getting close.

Rarity's peak was met with an outright scream as her inner walls clamped down on my fingers and threatened to drown them in juices. Though I did stop my movements, I did not pull my fingers out, letting her use my hand to ride herself out.

When she was finished, I stood upright and looked down at the mess of a mare. She was breathing rapidly and I thought I could see her teats pulsating with her heartbeat. When she finally looked up at me, I put on a show, sticking the two fingers that had been knuckle-deep inside her into my mouth to clean them off. She tasted like marshmallow. Her pussy winked at my display.

"How was that," I asked almost rhetorically.

"That...was...amazing...baby," Rarity panted and then continued with a little more breath, "But we are not done yet."

I smirked, "Then what's next?"

Rarity's eyes fell to my still-covered groin, "Could you take those off?"

"Of course," I replied, wasting little time in dropping my boxers, "I just hope I measure up."

My answer came in the form of her eyes widening and her pussy winking. Rarity then rolled over and walked to a spot on the bed. Pulling over a pillow with a hoof, she plopped her face down on it facing me and stuck her ass high in the air.

"As much as I would love to suck that big cock, baby," she cooed as she batted her eyelashes and shook her ass, "I really want to get to the main event."

Taking no issue with that course of action, I got up onto the bed myself. A few knee-steps later had me behind the mare, my hands holding her flanks and my dick rubbing against her pussy lips.

"Ready," I asked, just to make sure.

"Yes, please."

She didn't need to ask twice, as I pushed my shaft into her. Her immediate response was another moan, followed by a cooing sound as her pussy adjusted to the penetration.

"Oh, baby, your pussy feels so good," I moaned myself as her walls shifted and rippled against me.

I took a deep breath and began working in and out of her pussy, going slowly until I could easily push myself all the way in. The first time I was balls deep, I held myself there, trying to find just how deep into Rarity's core I could go.

With that accomplished, I began thrusting more strongly, and more quickly, holding the points of her hips for leverage. Every time I bottomed out, I heard Rarity give out a little squeal, accompanied by the very sexy sound of my hips smacking her ass. Feeling confident, and enjoying every second of this, I began running my mouth.

"Oh yeah baby," I groaned over the sounds of sex, "are you enjoying your rutting?"

"Y-Yes...darling. I-I...ah...love it...mhm."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want...ugh...you to...AH...cum inside me...mhmm. T-That's the...only way...to really...ah...beat...the heat."

"I really want you to have another orgasm, baby," I taunted, fucking her just a bit harder, "When your pussy squeezes down on my big cock, I'll have no choice but to fill you up."

"Yes baby," Rarity started screaming, "AH! Make me cum! I'm gonna cum so hard on your cock! Don't slow down!"

Again, a request I was more than happy to oblige. I could tell Rarity was getting close, as her whole face was blushed red and her tongue was threatening to fall out of her mouth. It was a good thing I was rapidly moving toward my own peak.

"Oh shit Rarity," I was screaming now as the churning in my loins became stronger, "I'm so fucking close! Right on the fucking edge!"

"Yes darling! Just a bit more! I'm...right...there...AHHH!"

Rarity came with a scream as she let loose a torrent of mare honey that soaked not just my cock, but my groin as well. As soon as her climax hit, I buried my cock as deep inside her as possible, and as soon as I got there, my seed was released in large bursts. We both continued to moan all the way through our connected climax, with Rarity's voice hitching higher each time my cock throbbed in her depths.

When we were both finished, I collapsed onto my right side, pulling Rarity down with me. I slipped my arms around the mare, rubbing her chest with my hand and feeling her heart pound against her ribcage.

As our breathing and heart rates slowed to a more reasonable rate, Rarity turned around to face me. She gave me a quick peck on the lips before pressing her muzzle into my neck.

"How was it," I asked as I rubbed her back.

"That was incredible," Rarity answered, giving my neck a kiss or two.

Then the question that I didn't want to think about rushed through my brain and out my mouth, "Now what?"

"Now we rest," she promptly answered, though she must have felt my soft sigh as she looked back up into my eyes, "Darling, my head is not fully clear right now and this is not the time to make life-altering decisions. But believe me when I say that you are not just some random stud. If you weren't special to me, we wouldn't have done all this. So no, I don't know what's next," she smiled, "but if you think this is the last time you're going to hold me while I sleep, you are sadly mistaken."

Rarity reached behind my head to pull me into a tired kiss. Then she cuddled up against me once more and I continued to stroke her back until we both fell asleep.