1# One's Worth (Rarity/Anon)

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One's Worth (Rarity/Anon)

 

>life in equestria has been pretty neat so far. Got your own place in P0nyville, made quite a few friends and don't seem to have to worry much about things.

>well until today that is!

>Twilight, who has been acting as your guide, came up to you and asked you to spend some time with her friend Rarity.

>You never spoke much with the white mare. To be honest, you never fancied her much. She always acted too dramatic for your taste.

>Besides, she is fashion designer. Your personal fashion sense never went beyond jeans, a t-shirt and sometimes a hoody.

>You did fancy a Fedora Hat once but never got around to buy one.

>You shake your head, looking in a window at your reflection.

>Beard stubbles, jeans, shirt and hoodie... no surprises here. You stretch your shirt a little and let your fingers run across your chin. Maybe you should put a little effort into your looks after all. Rarity probably won't stop bitching about your horrible outfit.

I can see that working out.

>You mutter to yourself, not aware that Pinkie stood behind you, watching you amused.

>”Hey whatcha doing!”

>You freeze, interrupted in that rare moment of vanity.

Oh hey Pinkie... I was just... looking through the window.

>”Oh?” She shoves you aside, jumping on her hind legs, pressing her face against the glass.

 

>You hear a little gigglesnort.

What?

>”Nothing~” She chimed, pointing at the window. “I just wasn't aware you liked little fillies toys!”

>It's a toy shop. And you have been looking at some girls puppets. Smooth.

Anyways. Twilight wanted me to talk to Rarity.

>Pinkie's ears drop a little. “She had been pretty down since the incident...”

Incident?

>She shakes her head, giving you a smile. “Uh huh! But I don't think buying her toys will help!”

No. I never intended to buy them for Rarity.

>She grins. “Well I'll remember to buy you a 'My little Monkey' doll for your birthday! It is in a week from now, right?”

>The pink mare licks her lips and you can see her tensing up. Pinkie loved parties, but if there was an actual reason to party she was really, really eager.

My little Monkey? Is that a thing? Really?

>Another nod. “Yes. Many colts seem to like it.” She gasps. “I know! I'll throw a MlM theme party for your birthday. But I need costumes. And bananas. Lots of bananas!”

>You smile as she dashes off, wishing you could spend the day with her. You enjoyed hanging around with Pinkie. It was never boring and she she wasn't judgmental about you or your clothing.

Ugh... let's get this over with.

 

>You approach the boutique. Nopony to be seen. You slowly open the door, a doorbell chiming as you enter.

>Everything is neat and tidy. You look around a little more approaching a worktable. Even her needles and measure tapes are nicely arranged. It doesn't really look as if someone had been working here for quite some time.

>”I am sorry but the boutique is closed at the moment. Please come...” Rarity steps into the room, quite surprised to see you.

“Hey.”

>Your lips form a thin smile.

>”Anon~” Her voice chimed. “I would have never guessed you would come here!”

>Her horn glows as she magically tugs on your hoodie a little. “I have no idea about human clothing, but this just won't do... There all nice.” She finished tugging on your cloth.

“Thanks.”

>And then silence. You were never a very outgoing person, or someone who could keep a conversation running. Not having anything in common with Rarity certainly doesn't help.

>After a few awkward moments Rarity speaks again. “So, what brings you here?

>Good question, you think to yourself.

“I...”

>You blink. 'I have been send here by Twilight. I have no idea what to do now.' wouldn't be a very good answer.

“How has business been going?”

>She makes a discarding motion with her hoof. “Oh same old same old. Ponies come, ponies buy, ponies leave.”

“Ah.”

 

>You nod, scratching the back of your neck. Again uncomfortable silence as her blue eyes trace along your body.

“Any...  new creations?”

>You brace for a long, boring fashion show.

>”No. I am afraid my muse hasn't kissed me in a while.” She said in a surprisingly sober way. You already know about the little dramatic routine with her couch. To be honest, this answer feels somewhat depressing to you.

“Everything all right?”

>She lowers her eyes. “Yes of course. Never been better Anon. Now, what was it you came for again?”

>Ouch.

“Well..”

>You get an idea. Maybe she just needs a change of pace? Always making pony clothing must be awfully boring!

“Maybe... you could make something for me? Kinda boring to always wear the same stuff. He he.”

>That sounded horrible. But it should do the trick. She is happy, you get a -probably pink colored- shirt and she is back in business. Maybe you could catch Pinkie around to spend the rest of the day with her?

>She tilts her head aside, hiding her eyes behind her mane. “I am sorry Anon, but I am afraid I really can't help you.” She sighs. “Maybe next week?” With that she turns, walking back into the room she came from.

>You are left on your own. You did try your best right? Time to head out and do something fun. Rarity will certainly feel better soon.

Well I guess. See you around Rarity!

 

>You push the door open, waiting for a moment. You did what you were supposed to. Why does leaving feel so wrong right now? With a sigh you congratulate yourself for being such a good man and confront Rarity again.

“I don't want to be a pain but...”

>Rarity's backroom is a mess. Fabric, some of it dumb no doubt, laying scattered around the room and across the furniture.

>A bottle of wine rolls against your foot. You bend down and pick it up.

>Rarity herself is on her bed, laying on her back not paying attention to you. She levitates a scissor above her letting it snip every now and then. Slowly turning her head, her sad eyes look at you, the scissor making another snapping sound.

“So, what happened?”

>You sit down at the edge of her bed, as she turns her attention back at the scissor. Carefully you reach out for it, trying to pull it away. You can feel her magic resisting a bit before she lets go.

She doesn't answer, just looking aside of you, hiding her eyes behind these big eyelashes of her.

>It takes you a few moments, but you realize you can not take your eyes off her. Sunlight is falling through the window, giving her white coat an fey shimmer. Her whole body has such a soft, gentle curve. And her face expressing such sadness that it makes you feel miserable as well.

>”Fluttershy.” She finally responds.

>Not really sure what to do you slip your fingers into the bows. Funny that ponies have such tools, blatantly made for humans.

“Did you and her have a fight?”

 

>You can hardly imagine the soft spoken Fluttershy picking a fight with anyone. But who knows.

>Rarity takes a while to answer. You take the time to look at her purple mane. So styled, even know where she obviously is feeling bad. Her locks fall along that white coated neck, covered by her red pillow.

>She turns away from you, taking a breath. “No... yes.” She covers her eyes with her hooves. “It is not her fault. She just said a thing that made me think.”

“What did she say?”

>It is completely quite. Just her breathing. “I don't want to bore you with the whole story Anon.” She looked over her shoulder at you. “It's just.. so dumb.”

“I am sure it is not.”

>She laughs. It is a forced, sad laugh. “Really Anon? That coming from you who thinks I am just a fashion obsessed drama queen?”

>Ouch, she got you.

“I'm sorry.”

>You look away from her, feeling rather bad that she could read you like that. “No dear, don't feel bad.” You could hear her shift on the bed again.

>After a moment she said: “Fluttershy said something very true I believe: My very special talent is worth nothing.”

>Confused you look at her. She was facing you now, her mane covering half of her face.

“Worth nothing?”

>She nods. “It is vanity. It is not needed. Ponies don't wear clothing. It is a nice something, but not needed. I always thought of myself as an artist, as somep0ny who could change the world... but in the end, no one gives two flying feathers about it.

 

>Thinking, you lay the scissor aside. It takes you a few moments to find the right words, but then you turn back, crawl a little closer to Rarity on her bed and cup her face, gently running your thumb across her cheeks. The soft fur was moist from her tears.

“You know... in my world clothing... fashion is absolutely necessary.”

>Her eyes look into yours. “Because otherwise you would freeze. Ponies have coats.” She said, closing her eyes, a tear running down your thumb.

 

You shake your head, your free hand reaching for one of her hoofs. She doesn't resist as you guide it up to your chest, letting her feel the fabric of your hoodie. “I know I am a bad example but... back at home, my people express themselves through clothing. 'Clothes make the man.' they say.” You can feel her hoof slowly wandering across your chest. She gives some gentle pressure and you have to try hard to suppress a shudder. Slowly, delicately she explores the neckline of your hoodie brushing against your bare skin. Since she was remaining silent you continue. “And somep0ny like you, a mare who can craft the most beautiful fashion... can help expressing people. In a certain way you can even guide them to find themselves... What I am trying to say is: For humans, clothing is almost like a cutie mark.” You can feel her nuzzle against your hand, her warm breath washing across your wrists. Rarity's hoof goes further and further downwards, almost as if she was feeling the contours of your body through your clothing.

 

“You are wrong.” She opens her eyes slowly raising up, shifting closer to you. “Anon, you are a wonderful example.” Confused you tilt your head a little. “I am?” She gives a serious nod, sitting in front of you, both hooves now resting on your shoulders. “It feels like ages since I actually touched fabric not using my magic.” Her lips forming a thin line as she starts to flick against your zipper, giving a frustrated squeal -a squeal that makes your heart jump- when it wouldn't move. You don't want to spoil the mood by asking what she wanted to do. Instead you reach up to help her. “No, wait please.” She leans forwards, biting into the zipper, slowly pulling it down. You can smell her mane, putting your hands hesitatingly on her sides, feeling them move with every breath she takes. When the zipper was down, she slides your hoodie down your shoulders, leaving you in your shirt. “Let me see the real you, Anon. No baggy, sleazy clothing. Just you.” She says, her tail slowly swishing behind her. Although you are wearing less, the temperature is raising. You can feel yourself slowly getting more and more aroused. Giving into the moment, your nod, your hands raising along her slender body, all up to her neck. Your fingertips go through her soft coat, gently scratching across the pink skin beneath. You can feel the mare tensing up, wrapping her hooves around your neck, pulling you close and giving an affectionate nuzzle to your own neck. Her warm breath cascades along, making the  hair in your neck stand up. “Rarity...” You whisper.

 

You tilt your head down, brushing your lips against her horn. It was hard, about as hard as certain parts of your body right now, but had a almost silk like texture. She shudders. You grow more and more bold, giving the horn a kiss, earning another of her cute squeals. Then you extend your tongue, giving a slow lick to it. “Anon... ah~” Showing a surprising amount of strength she pushed you backwards, resting fully atop of you. She looks at you for just a moment before pressing her lips onto yours. Gently, careful at first. So soft... they brush against your lips and you return the gesture tilting your head aside. She pulls back. You open your eyes. “Real me, huh?” You hush before pulling her head back down, letting your tongue slide into her maw. She immediately responds, letting hers wrestle against yours. You feel her, smell her, taste her. And you want more, exploring the pony's mouth deeper and deeper.

 

It was wrong. So wrong. A pastel colored horse, one you imagined having nothing in common with to boot, but you were past any point to stop. One hand firmly keeping her head down, the other slowly sliding down her body, letting it rest across her cutie mark. If you were honest, those marks always had a certain sex appeal to you... something so personal, so forbidden. Your palm resting on the blue diamonds, your fingertips slowly creeping up to her rump. Breaking the kiss caused Rarity to open her eyes, biting her underlip. “Let's get rid of this darling.” Her hooves scurried down your chest, pushing your shirt up, revealing your stomach. Your raise your arms, and she pulls your shirt up... just to stop when the fabric was right above your head. “Leave it there.” She said. You smile beneath your shirt. Your vision taken you have to rely on your other senses. Her weight shifting downwards. Hooves left and right of you. Breath tingling the little hair on your chest's skin. And suddenly, the warm and wet sensation of her tongue lapping across. Her magic held the shirt down and your arms up. Deeper and deeper she went, leaving a thin film of her saliva wherever her tongue was.

 

“You look so strange Anon.. with such a beautiful frame beneath your clothing.” You could hear her say, her lips passing across your belly button. “Then again I suspect you have the same every colt has down here?” You laugh. Laugh because of the silly situation, laugh because she was apparently trying to open your jeans button with her teeth and laugh because you can hear that little bit of... Rarity back in her voice again.  “Why in Equestria do you humans wear clothing down here as well?” She had your zipper down. She was probably staring down at your erection, pushing painfully against your boxers. “Oh well, as a Lady I shall unwrap this present in a delicate, ladylike manner.” Your breath was going faster and faster. Her tongue was lapping once across the bulge, almost as if she was feeling the contours of your shaft through the fabric. You could feel her spit slowly soaking into your underwear. You could...

 

>The door chimes.

>”Sis, sis!” You could hear. “Where are you?! Applebloom thinks she has a way for us to find our Cutie Marks! ”

>”S-sweetie Belle?”

>Everything goes quick now: Rarity jumping in panic from the bed, you pulling your shirt back down.

>You look at each other, a bright red blush can be seen on the mares cheeks.

>”Are you back In here?”

>When Sweetie entered the room she could see you, who barely managed to tug his erection away and his zipper up, in front of a big mirror, with Rarity behind you, hastily wrapping a measurement tape around your hips.

>”Oh! Hey Anon!” Sweetie chimed, excited to see the strange human.

“H... hello Sweetie Belle.“

>”Sweetie Belle~” Rarity said, barely able to keep her voice from cracking. “You are early today. I was just... helping dear Anon here. He is in need of some new clothing.”

 

>Sweetie hops onto the bed, tossing her saddlebag open. She pulls a picture out with a crude drawing of the Ponyville dam. “Cute Mark Crusaders Dam Repair Crew!” She exclaimed. “We just need some glue! You have glue around here, right?”

>”Upstairs dearie...” You both give a sigh when the filly bolts out of the room.

>Silence. You stare at Rarity.

“I... I guess I better get going.”

>You turn, taking your hoodie back again.

>You look over your shoulder, Rarity still looking at herself in the mirror. She seems to be...

>”Idea!” She suddenly exclaims, turning to you with a grin. “Visit me in two days Anon. In the evening. I'll make sure Sweetie is back at our parents.”

>You want to say something but she already bolts towards a heap of fabric, her tools magically levitating behind her.

“Okay.”jpg

>Still, as you leave the boutique, with blue balls of hell, you can't help but smile. Smile at the image of Rarity in front of the mirror, smile at Rarity back at creating things... and smile at Rarity's hind legs and the rather telling stain of juices running down her inner thighs.