...Or You're Not Rarity
Sombra awoke in a bath of sweat, his black mane sticking to the sides of his cheeks. The silk sheets felt like a net entangling him beneath the sea, forcing him to slide out and roll onto all four hooves. The shutters and curtain were still closed, but glimpses of light could be seen piercing through the gaps. With his magic, he opened the purple curtain, releasing the latch on the shutters. The morning sun was beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as the mare he slept beside. When he looked to the bed he was remiss, the white mare was nowhere to be found.
She was in his dreams all night. He would have liked to say it had been her that made him sweat so profusely, but summer had taken a turn for the worse, leaving every day hotter than the last. As Sombra trotted to the door, a waft of honey and eggs lingered beneath his muzzle. She knows I’m the cook, he begrudged, annoyed that his one function had been taken. There was not much work or need for a blank flank and ex-villain, aside from performing menial tasks. Sombra had long outgrown his egotism, finding pleasure in the aspects of cooking and cleaning, or more physical tasks that the dressmaker might have for him.
As he reached the kitchen, hoping to give a scolding, he found Sweetie Belle sitting at the table coloring. The little filly had been non-stop in her attempts to find a suitable cutie mark for the stallion, and he appreciated her kindness. He took his time to stop and kiss her forehead, greeting her a good morning and complimenting her drawings.
“You’re already awake?” the sensual, sophisticated voice greeted him, and he forgot all about his anger.
She’s perfect, he thought. Her perfect hair, perfect smile, perfect body. The hips that moved ever so slightly when she walked, and the way she would sometimes flick her tail to show him a bit more. There was a piece of him that felt that she was too perfect, that he would never match her perfection. It was true, she was in his dreams last night, but perfection had a cost. There was never a bigger nightmare than that of the most perfect mare leaving him.
He suddenly felt very sad, but only for a moment, before he saw his apron hung around her neck. “Kiss the king,” it said. She had designed it just for him, a white apron with pink lettering. He loved it, a perfect gift from the perfect mare.
“Hello beautiful,” he replied, giving her a kiss on the lips. He wanted a longer kiss, but Sweetie Belle was near. Rarity had gotten a scolding herself, not from him, but from her parents. He had laughed when he heard the details of what the little filly had described to her parents, but Rarity hadn’t found in amusing. Not even playful petting was allowed when the filly was near.
“Hope you don’t mind,” Rarity said, “I know cooking’s your thing. Sweetie Belle has to be off early this morning. She’s staying with my parents overnight.” The beautiful white unicorn lifted a plate and sat it on the table as Sombra took his seat. After pouring some eggs onto his plate, she said, “I do hope you won’t spend all day inside again. I’ve got some customers coming by for measurements and they’re a bit skittish in front of other ponies.”
Always thinking of others, he thought, smiling and staring at her gorgeous blue eyes. How perfect she is. “Very well,” he answered, drifting from her blue eyes to the apron. “I was planning on going out anyway, so it works out.”
Rarity didn’t say anything more about it. They all sat down and ate their breakfast, though Rarity finished first, allowing her time to head up stairs to freshen up. When it was just him and Sweetie Belle, he asked, “What’s the perfect gift, Sweetie?”
The filly looked up from her drawings, a fork in her mouth. “Perfect?” she said, a mouthful of pancakes spilling crumbs on the table as she spoke. “For Rarity?” He gave a nod. Sweetie Belle tapped the table, taking a moment to think. “Jewelry, maybe? She likes flowers, too. I’m not sure what a perfect gift for me would be, much less one for Rarity.” She shrugged, shoveling in another bite of pancake.
That was a funny thought. Perhaps I should find my own perfect gift before I can find Rarity’s. He had no desire to go halfway around the world just to find his own present, especially when it was sitting just upstairs getting ready for the day. But that creeping thought came crawling back, the memory of last night’s dream. She’s my perfect gift. But what if I’m not the perfect gift for her?
A look must have crossed Sombra’s face as Sweetie Belle seemed to notice, and said, “My teacher, Cheerilee, says the perfect gift is something you put a lot of heart into. We learned that lesson one year on Hearts and Hooves day.”
He thanked her for the advice, and the morning continued on like normal. Rarity helped Sweetie Belle prepare for her trip, leaving Sombra to wander out into the town of Ponyville. For a moment, he thought heavily on what he could put all his love into. It has to be perfect, he decided. For once, the summer heat had cooled down, allowing him a pleasant walk from shop to shop, greeting those he knew and meeting those he didn’t. There was no reason to ask around for what other people thought. They didn’t have someone as flawless as Rarity.
Glancing in the window of the sole jewelry store of Ponyville, there was a set of sapphires inlaid in a silver necklace that was almost the perfect gift. So much so that he actually went inside to have a look. It wasn’t nearly as good up close. Not like Rarity. She was perfect from any distance. That’s when the jewelry maker suggested something so off the wall that he was dumbfounded. “If you really loved her, the perfect gift would be your love.” It sounded like it should be written on the inside of a card or perhaps in one of the romance books Rarity keeps on her end table.
Still, it convinced him, and with the perfect gift, he was off to meet Rarity. He had spent all day window shopping and thinking, dusk turned the sky the shade of purple, matching her beautiful mane. As quickly as he could, Sombra rushed back to the Carousel Boutique, hoping the perfect unicorn had finished with her customers for the day. Upon entering, he found the bottom floor was unlit aside from the setting sun’s final rays creeping through the windows. A light upstairs and the echoes of a whirling sewing machine led him up to the bedroom.
Without a second thought, he nuzzled his cheek next to hers, rubbing his sideburns and pecking at the side of her lips. “S-Sombra!” she said, startled. “I’m in the middle of something. It’s nice to see you, though.” She continued her sewing. “My appointments were a complete bust. The amount of work they wanted was at an extraordinary price, something they had no desire to pay. I always hate to turn them away, but a professional must know her-”
Sombra pressed a hoof to her mouth, silencing her. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
Her cheeks reddened, startling her even more. “Well, t-thank you, dear.”
Grabbing her forelegs, he gently coerced her away from the sewing machine. He wasn’t taking another breakfast kiss. This time, he wanted the real thing. His lips pressed hard against hers, lapping at her tongue and taking her neck by a hoof, preventing her from pulling away. She seemed to enjoy it too, rubbing his chest with the back of her hoof and mussing with his hair. When she pulled away for a breath, her eyes turned back to the sewing machine, but Sombra pushed her toward the bed. He wasn’t taking no for an answer, not that she would have declined.
Just from kissing he was already hard, his girth hitting his stomach. He wasn’t prepared to move on, though. Those perfect lips, he desired, licking his own to prepare for another taste. Rarity pressed her rump against the footboard of the bed, the silk sheets had already been changed to satin since the morning. Her eyes were longing for him, and he was more than happy to oblige. She wrapped her forelegs around his neck, keeping herself steady as she fell back, allowing him to climb on top of her. They kissed, breathed, kissed again, and then Sombra nibbled at her neck. She loves that. He could feel her shudder beneath him as he huffed his breath against her ear, kissing down to her chin.
As their sternums touched, he could feel his member rubbing against both him and her. His shaft quaked as he felt the wetness of her, his head brushing between her teats. When she let go, he knew to seize the moment. Collapsing to the floor, his member pressing against the footboard of the bed, he wrapped his mouth against her other lips. She was already wet and willing, there was no need to help aid in her arousal, but he wanted to. He needed to taste the nectar from his perfect mare, the elixir of life that only he could ever taste. His tongue felt hot against her heat, twirling around her pearl so much that she moaned with every twist. Even her cries of pleasure are perfect, he loved. A back leg quivered, then kicked, every cry more sultry than the last.
When her eyes met his, he knew. That was the look she always gave, a wordless message that said, “Enter me. Rut me. Make me yours.” He was more than ready to do so, but he wanted to taste her more. As he held his tongue against her entrance, sliding up between her teats, giving a playful rub as he passed, his tongue pressed on to her stomach. A fluff of fur puffed up on her chest as his tongue went dry. He could feel his shaft brushing against the wood of the bed and the satin sheets. His tongue lapped in his mouth, panting out a few heavy breaths. He could feel the head of his cock become wet and slippery. As he pressed against her, she kissed him, and that sent him spiraling into pleasure.
His flare brushed past her walls, entering her with all his might. He pressed and pressed, filling her all the way to his base. She squeezed him the entire way, finally inhaling once they were complete. A sigh left her lips, and he was happy to see her radiant glow. Then, for all his worrying, she was the one to say it. “We’re the perfect fit.” His eyes went wide after hearing those perfect words, his cock trembled within her, causing her to shudder and squirm.
She climaxed, he realized, the look on her face was shameless. Her stunning blue eyes clamoring for more. He loved that look just as much as he loved her. He pulled his girth back all the way till his head was the only thing inside of her. Like a battering ram, he thrusted, the force sending a wave of passion into both of them. He pulled and pushed again, and with every motion, she tightened.
Pushing his hooves to hers, he held her in place as he started to gain speed. Every smack he could feel his big black balls touching the satin sheets, slapping her perfect white cheeks. Every hit resonated and echoed within the room. He was loud in all forms of sex except for grunts. For that, he wanted to hear her moans, not his own. She wasn’t holding back. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed before biting her lip. Another tighten around his stallionhood and he knew she came. He couldn’t stop either, the grip she held with every push caused him to release. For that he did grunt, feeling his hot load shoot out into her. She gasped at that, her own climax heightening, which caused him to release even more of his seed.
When he was finished, he didn’t pull out, taking a moment to lie on top of her and enjoy the bliss. His face sunk into the satin sheets, feeling every breath she took, though his own were far more. “Did you just…? Inside?” she asked between her adorable pants. When he opened his eyes he expected a scornful scolding, but her face was almost happy. It was a hesitant happy, as if she was asking herself for reassurance that it was alright.
“Yes, I did,” he replied, refusing to hear the backlash, instead, pressing his lips to hers. She was having none of it though, which meant she was very angry.
With a rough shove, he was flung out of her and onto his back. Suddenly staring at the ceiling, feeling the dripping semen from his cock, he wondered how much trouble he was in. A perfect amount of trouble, he moped and grimaced. But then something amazing happened. A tongue brushed his balls, a hoof wrapped around his shaft. He pushed himself up only to see her beautiful blue eyes and his cock pressed between them.
The smile she had as she ran her tongue from base, past his ring, and around his head was something to die for. She wrapped her mouth around his flare, barely fitting it all and forcing most of it against the inside of her cheek. Her tongue lapped up whatever seed was left over. He hadn’t stopped being hard since he had left her, and she wanted him to stay that way. A pop echoed out as she released his flare from her mouth, a string of his juices holding tight to her lips. He watched as she lowered her head, still rubbing his shaft with a hoof.
Her tongue unraveled from her mouth, sinking to the bottom of his balls. She wrapped her mouth around one, pulling and suckling on it. He wanted to release right then and there to show how much he loved that. She’s perfect in everything she does. She wasn’t satisfied at just one ball, though. That’s when she let go of his throbbing cock, allowing it to slap against his belly. She had moved both hooves around his sack, grabbing and rubbing with a rough strength that was almost unpleasant. She stretched them away from his shaft, giving a nice lick between them as if they were a pair of juicy apples. Her tongue brushed his backsack as she allowed them to fill her mouth.
He let out a gasp, feeling the tight grip of her suckling mouth. Her teeth grated against them gently, giving a sensation of fear and pleasure that made him want to explode. She had started to rub her hoof up and down his shaft, almost feeling like a feather. His cock was already leaking again, somehow ready to fire another spray of his seed. That’s when she released him from her grasp, gasping for air. He flung himself forward, grabbing at her face with both hooves and smashing his mouth to hers. When he let go, she said, “Rut me.”
That wasn’t a suggestion or a request. It was a demand, and he was at full attention. As she climbed onto the bed she kept her back legs on the floor, presenting her cheeks and precious flower. She was somehow wetter than before, but that’s when he noticed one of her hooves was covered with her nectar. She had been playing with herself while she played with him. That made him even hungrier for her body. He didn’t hesitate to mount her, pressing into her slit and ramming his cockhead deep all the way to her womb. His belly slapped against her rump, echoing into the room louder than anything else. Every slap made her moan and groan. “Fuck, yes!” she exclaimed, one of the few times she let an unsophisticated word leave her lips.
Thrusting over and over, every hit smacking against her womb, every rut tensing her body more and more. She would end her climax just to start another one. The rougher he became, biting her ear tenderly, holding her neck and pressing down on her back, or slapping her ass with his hoof, she loved every bit of it, though hair stuff was completely out of the question. And though she might scold him later or complain, in the moment she loved the red marks left on her cheeks. And he loved seeing it, groping it, holding it.
Grabbing two hooffuls of ass, he pulled almost all the way out and watched as he thrusted back in. He did it slowly at first, then quickly, feeling the heat rise. The bed’ll be sweaty again, he remarked with another set of quick ruts. He was starting to feel close again, and the imagery of her mouth full with his balls was a good way to reach his breaking point. We’ve got all night, he remembered, not wanting to release just yet.
He pulled his shaft all the way out, slapping it between her cheeks. He slowly rubbed, feeling her tail tickle his head. She didn’t stop him, instead, she warranted it. She pulled her back legs onto the bed, pressing her head and shoulders down while keeping her rump up, she allowed him to continue rubbing, letting out quiet moans to keep him going. When he felt himself cool, he knew he was ready to re-enter. Rubbing once more, he pressed his tip against her asshole, and she let out a squeak. He smiled at that but continued back down to her slit. She was tighter, having clenched a second before, and it felt good to have her wrap around him like that.
Lifting his back right leg, he pressed both forelegs into her shoulders, wrapping the leg around hers. With one big swing, he lifted his other leg onto the bed, standing over her with his cock still inside. He then began slamming into her. “FFFFUCK!” she let out a scream, biting down on the satin sheets and grabbing at the pillows. He could feel her tighten to the point that he could barely move. Seconds passed before he could start thrusting quicker, her longest climax passing. That didn’t stop her screams of pleasure, though. At one point she had to bury her face into the bed just to keep herself from shattering the windows.
He didn’t stop, though. “Rut me, rut me, rut me, rut me,” was all he could hear as he pumped her over and over, slapping his balls against her. Every thrust pulled his rump so far into the air that he felt as if he would topple over her, but he didn’t. His desire kept him steady as he ploughed her pussy. In that position he felt as though he was truly carnal, all words and thoughts left him. The only thing that mattered was their bodies connecting.
A loud scream echoed from the sheets as he went as fast as he could, reaching his own euphoria and losing himself inside her. Then, as his cockhead kissed her womb, he released deep inside her, pulling back and thrusting forward just in time for another shot to fill her. When he was finished, he continued to rut her for a few seconds, making sure he was finally going soft. He had released so much that it had begun to pour onto the bed, but he didn’t notice or care.
Once he did pull out, a pop echoed that imitated Rarity’s mouth. He fell face forward next to her, leaving both their rumps in the air. His glazed cock wetted the satin sheets, and he knew he would get reprimanded for that. When he glanced over, Rarity’s face was still buried in the sheets. He pulled his forelegs out from under him, cupping her face in his hooves. He pulled her head forward and her body fell limp against the bed – she was passed out. “I guess I was pretty perfect,” he said and chuckled, kissing her passed out lips.
She awoke a second later, her tired eyes glossed over. “Sombra…” was all she said. He rolled on his side to face her, his softened cock tucked between his legs.
“How’s my perfect mare fairing?” he asked.
“Perfect,” she replied, slightly lisping.
“Y’know, I spent all day trying to figure out what I should get you,” he said. “I’d been having doubts recently, nightmares even, that I wasn’t perfect for you. That someone else might come along and steal you.” When she attempted to correct him, he shushed her and caressed her cheek. “I eventually realized what I could get you that would be perfect. Me. A caring, loving stallion.”
She smiled, half of it still buried in the sheets. “I must say, it was a very, very lovely gift.”
“Oh, that?” he scoffed, waving his hoof at the sex. “No, no. This is the gift.” From the side of the bed came a box the size of Rarity’s eye, Sombra had hidden it when he entered. He lifted the top open with his hoof and inside sat a golden ring with white crystals inlaid along the outside.
Rarity pushed herself up, gaping wide eyed at the horn ring inside. She tried to speak but it came out as nothing more than inaudible squealing. “Rarity,” Sombra said, “Will you make me perfect?” Her eyes teared up, all she could do was nod speechlessly.
The next morning Sombra awoke stiff, his hard-on pushing the sheets up. Rarity hadn’t managed to change them before they slept, and so he felt his hoof stick to the bed. He wasn’t sweating, though, to which he had to smile. As he rolled onto the floor, his cock slapping his belly, he didn’t bother to open the window. He could already smell the eggs and honey wafting up the stairs. For once, he was happy to be the second out of bed.
He kept his eyes closed the entire trip down to the kitchen, reminiscing about the night before. He was stiff the entire way down. As he rounded the kitchen, he opened his eyes to see the beautiful white mare with her purple hair prim and proper. On her horn sat a golden ring.
With a quick mount, he said, “Good morning, my perfect fiancée.” His throbbing member brushed between her legs, stroking against her core.
She let out a squeak, throwing her head back to look at him. “Um, d-dear,” she stuttered, “We h-have company.”
When he looked, he saw two very angry unicorns covering Sweetie Belle’s eyes. Sarcastically, Sombra said, “Well this is just perfect.”