Truly, A Treat
A walk throught the old Griffin Ghetto, a crossing of a bridge past the Haybringer River, and soon Rarity found herself in front of an unassuming, if very ornate, copper-and-wood door in an alley inside the Outrehaymaker neighbourhood. She double-checked the civic number she had appointed on her faithful agenda, she checked if the closed window blinds didn't betray any sign of the door being a private home's, and then finally knocked.
With a thud an eyehole was opened, revealing two green eyes staring at her.
"Giton's Cave here. Have you got a reservation?" a male voice said in a strange tone.
"Sure, here it is!" she took out the rhomboidal ticket and held it in front of the eyehole with her magic.
A few seconds of silence passed, and then the door opened up with a creak, revealing a camel brown unicorn stallion wearing a greenish white toga-like garment with a wide grin on his face. Rarity smiled back and stepped in, but she had to force it a little soon after.
It wasn't that she didn't like the ambiance, far from it, as she like the neocolonial style of chairs and tables fused with vintage decorations and fancy chandlers, nor the smell, while definitely strangely musky, wasn't all too bad, mostly resembling a faint scent of rosewater and very fine incense. Thing was, most of the waiters were colts and fillies no older than Sweetie Belle– in fact sometimes younger than her– and their wardrobe seemed to be pretty varied: some of the foals were wearing high-heeled clogs only on their rear hooves, which apparently didn't really seem to embarass them all that much despite their uncomfortably raised rump, while others were going around wearing socks and uniforn together, and others still wore panties in spite of not really having a dress to match them with. Obviously there were adults around, but they didn't seem to do much beyond overseeing and sometimes serving multiple dishes when the foals usually served only one.
Looking around a bit more closely, Rarity noticed that, sometimes, after talking to one of the few adult waiters or to the owner himself, the patrons got up and, gesturing to one of them, brought one of the young waiters inside what it looked like an alley, its black wooden door labeled with "Private Dining Rooms", then they didn't outright went in there alone, and, always without fail, the foals going in the alley kept their tails raised up.
My Celestia, she thought, as she looked at an ice-blue filly with aqa green mane slowly moving towards the room leading to said Private Rooms, her clogs making a ticking noise and her nudities bared to all to see as if the world was her doctor this feels almost... wrong. But I've heard it's one of the finest restaurants in town, and I am not going to let this spoil my whole evening.
"Ah, ma'am Rarity," said a slim and tall light gray bald stallion while he bowed his head a little "it's a pleasure to see you in here."
"The pleasure is... mine?" Rarity said, grinning awkwardly. The owner immediately took Rarity's right hoof, then, while he moved himself and Rarity through tables and servers, he said with a mellow voice "Since it is your first visit here, and since you are quite the name in the upper echelons and in the finery, I shall offer our finest table for free to you!"
"No, no, no, it's fine, really, you can give me any table, it's no trouble!"she said, unsure what that entailed or implied, or maybe not wanting to get it given the clues.
"Oh you," the owner said, opening the door labeled with "Private Dining Rooms", "don't be silly. Everybody here does it every once in a while, so why judge? Besides, we do our best to ensure comfortableness for everyone involved."
Rarity, still unsure about what he was trying to get at or what he desperately was trying to imply, nodded, following the owner walking down the alley with onyx-colored walls and a simple yet elegant designs of green marble veined with gold. The first door was pushed away, and the two trotted down the corridor, the dim lights of repurposed petrol lamps bathing everything in an amber-red light, and the varnished oak doors placed on one side, with the oher occupied by either the bronze flaps of dumbwaiter stops or the red doors labeled with alchemical symbols Rarity did not recall even existed. They stopped in front of a door with a golden five etched on it, then he took a single key hanging from a brass hook nearby and unlocked the door with a soft ckick, opening it inwards.
The room had a pompeian red carpeting, light gray marble boisserie, a smoked yellow wall with ice white fake frames containing troempe d'oeil natural landscapes of a tropical garden with the fauna to match, and a wooden-framed ceiling containing a fake circular opening to a starry sky; the furniture was more limited, with just a long cedar wood table with pumice stone surface and a black and golden triclinium at said table's left side, plus two lion-footed stools with red velvet cushions at each table's end and a small floreal wooden cabinet with frosted glass window doors in the corner opposite to the door.
Interesting kind of seating, I must admit, Rarity thought as she cautiously walked to the triclinium, pondering each step towards it, each time stopping to question the whole idea, and each time deciding that, whatever was going on, it was harmless. I would have never guessed I was going to see it anywhere outside from a psycanalists' studios and peplum movies...
"Well, while I send in some waiters to take your order, you can suit yourself, Ma'am Rarity." The owner walked out slowly, his hoofsteps muffled by the carpeting.
Rarity, still unsure whether keep going or leave, poked the triclinium's padding. It was quite soft and just a little fuzzy. She touched the legs, and found them cold and sturdy at touch. Finally, she shrugged and climbed up, trying to do so at gracefully as possible and then putting herself in a position that could be both comfortable and stylish, as it was proper. She looked around her, watching the frescos and trying to catch herself actually mistaking them for a real window, her only current distraction from the thought of what having fillies and colts dolled up that way implied.
The door opened again, and a colt with yellow fur and orange spiky mane walked in carrying notepad and pencil in his mouth, the menu (a red leatherbound booklet with the logo of a cave impressed on it) tied to his side with a quite elegant strap. He was wearing white briefs over his flanks, and black fake long mustaches were glued to his upper lip, his movement containing a slightly swinging movement that called attention to his rear, which caused Rarity to feel a weird feeliing in her stomach. The colt dropped the notepad and the pencil on the floor.
"You can take the menu ma'am," he said with a wink "and a little more."
Rarity undid the straps and took the menu in her magic's grasp, smiling at the colt because she lacked of any other expression.
Once opened, the menu revealed its contents: grilled feta with rocket salad served with balsamic vinegar and oak honey; ricotta balls with herbs and spicy flatbread; cheese fondue with dried algae crumble; Wheatapone whole grain penne with bell pepper and parmesan sauce; fresh pappardelle with three-years-old cheese and pepper; dumplings in dried tomato and zucchini pesto sauce; Florist's Joy mix on the spit with paprika; oven-cooked hay with she-deer mozzarella and fresh yellow tomato, permesan-style; fine cheeses selection; chickpea and black lentil falafel with Saddle Arabian harissa; the usual side dish trio of salad, roast potatoes, and grilled herbs; salted and dried lucerne seeds; butter-cooked spinach.
When Rarity turned the page, she already found herself in the dessert section: in it, alongside coffee and chocolate profiteroles and Everfree Forest cake; ice cream pumpkin; there was an option called "the Sweetest Dessert."
Wait, what does that mean? Rarity asked to herself, touching her chin in ponderation 'Sweetest Dessert'? So pure sugarcubes? I'd rather not... but then again, it could be just a fancy way to say 'dessert of the day', if I'm luck it could be a lemon sherbet, that's one I definitely never saw anyone in Ponyville do well.
"What do you wish, Miss?" The colt chirped, sounding almost like a mockingjay.
"I will have some grilled feta with salad; the pappardelle with cheese and pper; dandelions on the spit with paprika, with grilled herbs on the side." Rarity quickly said, and the colt, without batting an eye, wrote down.
"To drink? Dessert? He chirped again, now moving his head along with his words in a strange, snake-like fluid dance.
"Well... a bottle of Don Joacquin to drink, still water, and... what does 'The Sweetest Dessert' mean, exactly? Do you have lemon sherbet?" Rarity made sure to say the last item as unsurely as possible. Sadly, the colt simply wrote it down.
"I'm not sure, but I'll check, I'll be back soon!" he said almost singing before leaving, his flanks shaking again as they showed glimpses of his small testicles past the elastics of his briefs, which she, much to her mild disgust, couldn't help but keep but staring at.
That was rude, Rarity, you don't stare at little colt's delicate parts, no matter how much they seem to want you to. she thought as she looked down at the floor, biting her lip a little. With herself properly reprimanded, sighing, she went back to looking at the frescos or the fake starry sky, trying to focus her thoughts on the food while waiting.
Around twenty minutes later, the colt came back with a thick cardboard oval book and set it on the table. She noticed three alchemical symbols interwined together to point in all directions, just below the words "No Evil can Come from Playfully Lusful Love" that were stamped on the cover in golden flowy characters. Rarity felt a chill going down her spine, but she pressed on and opened it: inside, it listed items such as "Cuddles and Kissing", "Motherly Nursing", "Classic & Sweet", "Fearless Fondling", "Tongue Toilette" and other cryptic items.
Part of her was going to hazard an easy guess, but another part of her did not want to believe, and yet another wished it was, indeed, what the first part feared. With cold swear begging to form and the colt's seraphic-luciferinian smile becoming unnverving by the second, she decided to try her luck and see where it would lead.
"Let's let the owner decide for me. I am entirely in your hooves here." she said a bit dismissively.
The colt nodded, said "if you need me, my name's Condor Tamer", took the menu back in his mouth and gallopped away in the hallway.
As soon as he was out of sight, she started to tap her hoof on the table rhytmically: not only she was hungry, she definitely was curious to know what the owner had in store for her now... even if she feared she could possibly dislike it strongly. She started to look around and bask in the room's finess once more.
Not long after, a lilac filly with short curly purple mane wearing a light pink short skirt, clogs and a matching t-shirt walked in with a plateful of feta on her back.
"Here they come!" she sing-sang as she put the dish on the table with an elegant movement of her back that flashed her fillyhood for a brief second, plus a head bow to drop down the silvery cutlery, which was set inside a red napkin tied close with golden twine. Once she had done so, she asked "Do you want your dessert during or after your meal?" the filly asked mellifluously, wiggling her rear.
Rarity was going to tell her that the answer was obvious, but, once she remembered about what Condor Tamer said to him previously, she said "Bring it whenever it is appropriate, I do not mind."
The filly nodded with a smile, going out of the room while making sure that the skirt did nothing to cover the sight her bare privates by holding her tails up and stopping more than once to pretend-looking to the cabinet or the ceiling.
Rarity's heart was beating a little faster, so she decided to focus on arranging her cutlery correctly, first untying the twine and then placing fork and knife in their correct positions. Once it was done, she set the napkin on her lap, took the knife with her magic and started to slowly and calmly cut portions from the steaming-hot cheese.
Suddenly, the door opened with a strange creaking, which made Rarity look up from her plate: the filly that served her had come back with a black towel, along with a lean torquoise pegasus colt with an orange hair bow in his mane and purple striped panties... and Noi, with clogs and checkered purple-white panties and frills at the hem. All three were winking at Rarity, but Noi was also sticking her tongue out plafully
Why in the world a filly like Noi works in here? Do her parents even know what she does here? How did she get here anyway? she thought in shock, her mouth agape, not even paying much attention to the three going to the table.
However, she soon felt something in her lower body. Something... sinuous, wet, hot, hitting around the walls of her vagina and moving her labias around in a way that put Rarity in a state of primitive harmony. She moaned, looking down and seeing Noi splayed in-between her legs, her mouth set onto the plump labias, with drool falling down on the towel that has been set just under Rarity's lean ass, her tongue going all over the place to expertly polish her clit and stimulate her urethra lightly and barely breach into her vag. Deep down she was having some serious conflict: not only she didn't think herself a lesbian, she definitely didn't feel attraction to foal before... and, yet, there she was, getting serviced by a filly her sister's age, her delicate bits not paying attention or not caring about the difference between a stallion's gigantic tongue and a filly's sleek one. She could tell she was a natural too, because she never settled in a pattern, but chaned things up often, sometimes even giving a light teeth brush to the clit and other times just hovering her nose over her sensitive bit while breathing slowly onto it for max shivering effect.
Her attention was drawn away by something sweet and creamy enering her mouth. Looking at her side, she saw the colt using wing tricks (doubtelessly very complex and impressive ones) to hold the fork and feed her cubes of that deliciously sweet feta with a small fragment of dressed salad on it, a creamy tasty orgy. She chewed calmly, letting the pleasure of the mouth mix with the pleasure of the loins, leaving her in a relaxedly lascive state that, she was sure, only few have ever experienced, and moaning only every once in a while.
Her clitoris started to wink somewhat, as she felt charge building up and as her legs twitched, demanding something more... which was just as well, as the feta's plate was now empty and the purple filly had brought in the pasta.
"S-stop for a second Noi" she panted as she tried to grab the fork "I want to-"
"Oh! Don't you worry, Mistress Rarity," the colt said, as he stretched his wings, while rolling up a wad of pappardelle "I, Buzzard Lover, will be your feeder tongiht and your final piece, if you swing that way!"
Rarity was going to protest the last part, but the arrival of a fork of pasta covered in that spicy and strong sauce made her surrendere and go back to slump on the triclinium. She peeked past her belly, as she saw Noi, her muzzle red and covered in Rarity's own mare juice, climing onto her, sloppily poking her tense thigh as she made her way to her unused tears, giving them a lick, which sent a pleasant chill down Rarity's spine.
She kept watching in an enthralled, desire-filled haze, as another forkful of pasta and cream entered her mouth and as Noi started to nibble on her left nipple, almost as if she was attempting to push out a squirt of actual milk, using her tongue to lap it up slowly. By the time she was at the third forkful, she had started to actually try to suckle on it, which stung but not enough to make Rarity choke on her food or get out of that blissful state, and, in fact, aways left a rush of enjoyment once it passed. The fourth morsel had Noi massage Rarity's teats, an action that was not as effective as the previous ones, but definitely didn't break her concentration. On the fifth, she had started to lick and flick the right nipple and on the sixth she suckled on it, which finally was enough to lead Rarity to let loose some more juice from her snatch with a prolonged, if compassed, moan.
Soon after, the other filly entered in a hurry and swapped the dishes around with incredible ease, thus landing the grilled herbs and the Florist's Joy on a spit, a veritable explosion of colors from the many, many flowers that had been masterfully skwered and grilled without making them lose much of their color, plus some truly juicy bulbs covered in red paprika, all of it ready to be consumed.
Still a bit quivering from the preceding sensations, she opened wide and started to munch on the skwer as it was served to her, a bit disappointed that her twitching lower parts had been liad to rest. She did note that Noi had grabbed a bottle of something from the cabinet, but she paid no heed to that, as she was too busy eating and restraining her lower body to care much.
When she finished it, she saw Buzzard throw the used skwer to Noi, and Noi catching it with her mouth, and them him stretching his wings around without any particular reason. A few strangely awkward seconds passed, but before she could break the silence, she felt something slippery and warm sliding up her delicate rear end, which she instinctlively clenched on while letting out a squeak of surprise. Every little imperfection on the stick, every small shake and movement within her bowels, every warm breath of interest coming from Noi, all of it came together to make for a strangely arousing experience for Rarity, who let herself be fed ocne more, by now her thoughts lost in the idea of a rich, fancy stallion inserting itself into her anus to avoid possible future scandals and keep their lust-filled relationship up as long as possible.
As the herbs were chewed and released their bitterness, which contrasted nice with the spicy sweetness of the flowers, the stick started to go faster and deeper, stimulating Rarity even further and making her pant and moan shamelessly.
"Okay, do you want your dessert now?" Buzzard said, setting down the fork and knife in a cross shape onto the dish, inflating his chest and letting his small clearly first bulge and then climb past the panties' hem to reveal a splendid, precumming dickhead: at this sight, Rarity's rationality and control shut down.
"Y-yes! I want it! Please, hurry, I cannot resist it!" she shouted as she drooled openly. With a jumped flight, Buzzard went on the triclinium and started thrusting his member inside Rarity's sopping wet pussy, his colt cock sliding well and nicely inside, bumping against each and every bump without fail, and hitting them on the way back before another push that tried to get as deep as he could manage inside of Rarity. By now, she was moaning and hissing and producing high notes, and clumsily tried to help Buzzard to get even deeper inside of her, and that was not even considering Noi's continued work on her butt, or the fact that the purple filly was now standing on the table with her tail raised and her wet fillyhood, clearly waiting for the perfect moment... which came soon after, as a well-done push caused Rarity to drop down and breath little breaths, clearly reaching climax, which the filly found a good opportunity as any to shove her underdeveloepd kitty on her muzzle, which Rarity mindlessly started to lick and kiss.
In an orchestra of grunting, moaning, hissing, squishing, squashing and rubbing, there it came the grand finale: Rarity sang an aria's first notes as loudly as her vocal cords could allow while the orgasm coarsed and pulsed throught her body; the colt howled while releasing her clear cum inside the very receptive walls of Rarity's pussy; and the filly squirted right in Rarity face with a giggle-moan.
Rarity then felt her head go fuzzy whiel she came down. But she miled at all the feelings she had gotten: depsite her feals and concerns, it had been a truly enjoyable experience. However her dizziness lead her to feel sleepy and to actually black out a couple of times, during which the foals sluggisly cleaned things up with napkins and towels from the cabinet.
Finally feeling her forces come back to her, Rarity stirred herself and jumped down the triclinium.
"Well, that was very enjoyable, darlings," she said, as she quickly tried to fix her mane "but I must go now. I'll be sure to leave you a good review to the owner and large tip for all of you."
She took her pursue and threw two small sacks of coins on the table, before shabbily walking to the door and leaving for the main hall to pay for it all. The owner was nowhere to be seen now, but she didn't mind: she had the connections to let her opinion about it known...