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Pasta and Pen(WiP Clop 5/6 update)

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>Oh dear sweet Celestia.
>Your, head, it hurts…
>Your eyes begin to drift open and adjust to the sunlight flowing into your room.
>You feel absolutely horrid. Pinkies parties can occasionally get out of hoof, and if you remember correctly, last night’s party did.
>Or at least they were when you left.
>You absolutely can not believe that you let that vulgar stallion into your house!
>And to think you were so blind!
>HMPH! Silver tonged beast! Pretending to be such a gentlecolt, then filling you with wine and trying to rut you!
>You’re knees are a bit wobbly when you get up from your bed and head into your bathroom.
>Even though you’re hung over you still look amazing. No, bags, no crow’s feet, not even sand in your eyes!
>You wonder if what those doctors from Trottingham said about wine is true.
>Either way, you still need to freshen up for the day.
>A hot towel, cleanser, scrub, toner, foaming cleaner and lotion.
>Hmmm. Makeup? You aren’t going out today, so just a little.
>Two hours later.
>Celestia this house is an absolute mess.
>Last night there was that party for Princess Luna and the night before that was Nightmare Night. Sweetie Belle and her friends must have come back after you chased that stallion away and made a mess of things while you were sleeping.
>Oh, you just don’t have time to clean anymore.
>More hours of your day are spent cleaning your home and making yourself some breakfast.
>At least the shop is closed for today. You really need some time to yourself.
>Some tea and a book on your balcony sounds absolutely divine.
>A copy of “The Last Coltfriend” and some right proper Trottingham tea in tow, you make your way up to the balcony.
>Oh, it’s been so long since you actually had some time to yourself. With Sweetie Belle around, and all the trouble Twilight is getting into, you’ve had almost no peace and quiet.
>You feel your hoof slide, before you stumble and nearly break your fine Shanghay tea set.
>Goodness!
>Looking down you see that it’s the alien costume you made Sweetie Belle for Nightmare Night.
>Oh, you have absolutely lost count of how many times you have told her to not simply leave her clothes on the floor!
>Levitating it along with you, you enter your room and throw the costume on your bead. You’ll have to find a proper place to put it later on.
>But now it’s just you, and you having the whole afternoon to yourself.
>And it begins with you, a cup of tea and your new book.
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>You can actually feel yourself getting nauseous.
>This novel, if that is what you can call it, is absolutely horrid.
>Everything about is so cliché and garish, that it has actually made you physically ill.
>’As he trails his muzzle along my waist, I feel my inner goddess doing the merengue with some salsa moves.’
>You feel yourself begin to gag.
>The best thing now to keep you from vomiting now is to just set the wretched little thing down.
>Which means you should throw the thing as far away from you as possible
>How do these things get published!? They’re simply awful!
>For the love of Celestia even you could write something infinitely better.
>You sip your tea while sitting on the idea.
>Something with substance, something with plot, something new, and something to tug on the heartstrings of all the single mares out there.
>...
Wahahahahaha!!
>Oh how you make yourself laugh sometimes!
>What a ridiculous idea! You, writing a romance novel like some lovesick little filly.
>You take another sip of tea with a content smile on your face.
>You spend a few more minutes sitting on the balcony, sipping tea and enjoying the sunset.
>It’s not long before you hear you sisters clamoring coming from the kitchen.
>You guess you should start making dinner now. Poor filly must be starving after running around town with her friends.
>You get up and head down stairs along with your tea set.
>When you reach the bottom of the stairs you
Sweetie Belle.
>...
Sweetie Belle!?
>You look through the shop before you hear something from Sweetie Belle’s room.
>You give an exasperated sigh and head upstairs.
>As you expected, Sweetie Belle is in her messy room with a duffel bag.
Hem hem.
>”Oh hi Rarity!”
And what are you doing?
>”Well, uh, Apple Bloom is having a sleepover at her house.
Hm.
>Your sister looks nervous.
Don’t you have school tomorrow?
>”I- uh… Yeah...”
Alright then, don’t stay up too late.
>An enormous smile come over her face.
>”Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!!”
Those colts Snips and Snails aren’t going to be there are they?
>”UGH! RArity! Those two are weirdos!”
>You giggle slightly.
Well alright then have fun.
>”What? You’re not going to say anything? “
Of course not, I know for a fact that Applejack will keep you three out of trouble.
>Sweetie Belle resumes packing her things as you head back downstairs.
>You remember when you were her age. Running around with your schoolmates, having sleep overs, talking about colts and gushing over Prince Blueblood.
>The last though makes you shiver in disgust. Now you know better.
>A few minutes later your sister comes skipping down the stairs.
>She hops up next to you and kisses you on the cheek.
>”Thank you so much Rarity!”
Well you three have fun then.
>Sweetie Belle quickly scuttles out the door leaving you in sweet, sweet solitude
>You spend the next few hours cleaning up and making yourself dinner, before you head back upstairs to take a bath with Nadiran bath salts and scented candles.
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>All dry and with your makeup off you saunter over to your bed with Sweetie Belle's alien costume still on it.
>And that romance novel apparently landed on top of it.
>UGH! You can barely stand the sight of the thing!
>You levitate the costume onto you writing desk as you throw your book into the trash.
>You’ll probably have to take out the trash tomorrow.
>Honestly, you’ve never read anything worse! “He then starts on my right foot, repeating the whole, seductive, mind-blowing process.” “He’s going to kiss me there! I know it. And part of me is glowing in the anticipation.”
>You gag yet again.
>...
>Still... A little foreplay would be nice…
>A stallion who could think of something other than his own pleasure… One who knows how to treat a lady...
>But the idea is almost fanciful. The idea of an unselfish stallion is completely alien!
>...
>Alien…
>You glance over at the alien costume on your writing desk.
>Well maybe you could at least entertain the thought…
>You levitate the costume off your desk and take a seat in front of it.
>You sit in contemplation for a few minutes before dipping your quill in ink and bringing it to paper.
>’In small town, on a morning that would appear to be like any other. A beautiful mare stirs in her bed. ‘
>That sounds good.
>’Her luscious deep violet mane cascades over her bedside as her eyes drift open. She shivers as her hooves meet the floor. Surrounding her are fine linens and silks, all for the dresses and suits that she makes.’
>Oh yes this is simply marvelous.
>’Her expression dulls as she looks out her window to find that fog has covered the small town in which she lives. The memory of any mentioning of fog for that day fails her.’
>You really shouldn’t have doubted yourself; it appears that you’re a natural at this.
>’It is only then at that very moment that she feel as if her mind is playing tricks on her. For in the fog she begins to see a shape. It does not look like a pony, and it mystery has her trapped. What could it be? It’s silhouette begins to darken as it draws closer.’
>...
>’Her eyes goes wide as the thing come into sight. It is nothing like she has ever seen before. Though it stood on two legs, it looks nothing like a minotaur. It wore a long jacket and its toned form could be made out clearly. It looked as if it had been chiseled from marble and its eyes gleamed like diamonds. It’s long arms looked as if they were meant for grabbing things and holding onto them tight. But like a Minotaur it had fingers, but instead of four it held one more.’
>Your heart is pounding.
>’The mares heart skips a beat and the figure approaches her door. Her heart almost stops completely when she hears a knock come from her door.’
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>You glance over to your clock on your nightstand. It’s only nine o’clock, you still have time before you have to get you beauty sleep.
>You’ve spent a lot of ink describing how your alien looks. But now comes the problem of what to call him.
Hmmmmm.
>Well maybe you’ll name what he is later, but for now his name will be: Maríous.
>’It was a strange thing; to have him in her living room. He told her that she was too kind many times over. But the fog has turned to rain, and she couldn’t leave him to get soaked out in the cold. The water had boiled, and the tea had been steeped and now it is her duty to keep her guest entertained. As she walked in time seemed to slow as her guest turned his head and gazed into her eyes. She felt her heart skip a beat as he began to smile.’
>Four hours later
>Your breath has become ragged and you can feel your heart pounding.
>’Making clothes was never much of a challenge for her, she had made suits for Minotaur’s before, and Maríous was probably not very different. But what would be a challenge for her, was staying conscious for a few minutes longer as she gazed upon his toned alabaster form. He had the body of a farm stallion, and the poise of a prince. Her pupils turned to pinpricks as he removed his pants, the mystery of what he had under his garment was driving her mad.’
>Your face turns red as you begin to think of what it should look like.
>Wait.
>No, not yet, it’s best to save that sort of thing for later
>’Her heart sank when he finally removed the garment, for another remained leaving his buttocks and stalionhood covered. But there was still so much to marvel at.’
>’Miss Evanescent? Are you alright?’
>’She jumped slightly as his silky voice touched her ears’
>’Oh! Yes, but ofcourse! I was simply examining your style, some outfits are not meant for everyp0ny you know.’
>’He smiles once again.’
>You glance back to your clock.
>Good heavens!
>Oh no, no, no, no, no!
>It has gotten far too late. You have spent far too much time on this little project!
>You quickly put your ink and parchment away before you blow out the candle on your desk. You shouldn’t have let yourself get carried away like that; you need to wake up early so you can open the shop and get to work. Now there will be bags under your eyes in the morning.
>With all the lights out you trot over to your bed and climb in careful to not ruin the sheets.
>Something catches you and it’s in between your hind legs.
>Are you? Are you wet?
>You reach down your nethers and gasp.
>You are!
>You feel tour face flush with blood. You never though writing could get you so… Excited…
>Maybe something to help you sleep…
>You levitate your rabbit from your nightstand and slip it under the sheets.
>Now all that matters is you and him.
>Closing your eyes you begin to work your folds. Then you see him. His bare pale skin, his shining eyes and his long arms supporting him as he hovers over you and locks you in a kiss as he lowers his hand and massages your teats.
>You turn your toy on imagining him lining his stalionhood with you.
>Then it starts. He wastes no time; he’s an animal. Thrust after thrust he hilts and hits you womb.
>You start to squirm as you imagine him pounding you and stretching your womb.
>You gasp and moan as he ravages every inch of you.
>You don’t even care about the sheets anymore. You grab the edge of your bed as he thrusts deep inside you.
>After a few thrusts you begin to wink furiously.
>Your eyes roll back in your head when you finally maregasm. You scream louder than you ever have before leaving your sheets absolutely soaked.
>But he doesn’t even pause. He just keeps going; his thick member just won’t stop.
Marí! Give more! Please rut me harder! Make me your mare!
>He flips you over and pulls out, leaving you winking furiously.
>You feel your heart sink slightly, before he prods your knot.
Wha- what?
>You scream as he slides back into you with his member coated in your juices.
>You feel absolutely filthy, but you can’t stop.
>You even being to imagine him using his hands to spank you.
>A stallion has never done this to you before and you'd be lying if you said you didn't love it.
>You maregasm a few more times before your toy slips out of you and you’re passed out on your soaked bed.
>Your head feels extremely light and it takes a few minutes before you stop winking
>In you mind your imagine him wrapping his arms around you as you fall asleep on top of him.
>All the while your lips mouth: “Marí”.
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>You wake up in a haze with the sun shining through your windows.
>One glance over to your clock sends you bolting up from your bed.
>You slept in! Oh this is not good, not good at all.
>You don’t have time to put on makeup and cleanser at all. You need to open the shop; you’re three hours late.
>Outside are a few exasperated mares frantically knocking at your door. You had their dresses done ahead of time, but keeping them waiting is absolutely bad form.
>When you open the door they all angrily trot past you and into the shop. You don’t really have any room to get angry, this is your fault after all.
>Your patrons pay for their things and leave without saying a word.
>Now you need to get to work and work on filling a few more orders ahead of time.
>So far there’s no sign that Sweetie Belle has come home so at least you’ll be able to work in peace.
>You start up your sewing machine and begin the hem on a frock for Rose.
>You can’t get distracted like that anymore, if something like this happen again, you’re already at risk of ruining your image.
>You work for several more hours until it’s just about time to close shop.
>Nothing eventful has happened save for this morning.
>”RAAAAARIITTY!!”
>Why were you not expecting this…
>In through the door Applejack come stumbling in with the smell of alcohol already hitting your nostrils.
>”RARITE-HE-HE-HE!!”
Applejack? What’s wrong dear?
>She comes into the main room of the shop and drops a bottle of cider before throwing herself onto you and starts to cry hysterically.
>A few dozen minutes pass before she starts to settle down.
Care to tell me what happened?
>She starts to sob loudly.
>”yu-yuh remember that s-stalion… ah-ah met at the- the Wonderbolt Academy…
>You perk up at hearing this. You feel bad, but you can’t resist hearing some gossip.
That Sightseer fellow?
>She starts crying again and strains your coat with tears.
>”He-he asked me on a date an *sob*and… HE STOOD ME UP!”
>You can’t help but gasp.
Appljack I-
>”B-ut that’s not the worst part…”
What!?
>”Today after work- a-ah saw him with… WITH ANOTHER MARE!!”
>Your eyes go wide.
That- THAT FIEND!!
>”an-an ah just stood there… And he saw me… and the he KISSED HER RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!”
>You feel your heart break in two.
>This is honestly one of the worst things you’ve heard.
>Applejack absolutely does not deserve this! Not somep0ny like her! Never in a million years!
>She cries her eyes out for several more minutes before you say anything.
Applejack? Dear? Why don’t you and I dig into some vanilla bean ice-cream and watch a movie on my new projector?
>”you- you have a *sniff* a projector?”
Oh did I forget to tell you? The last order I filled for the Winter Ball at Staliongrad a few months ago left me with enough extra money to buy myself one.”
>”That *sniff* does sounds mighty nice.”
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>You and Applejack for the next few hours go through a whole gallon of ice cream and watch Casa Bronco.
>Now she’s passed out on the couch and you’re left feeling drowsy and on the verge of passing out yourself.
>It’s honestly horrible what happened to Applejack.
>She’s one of the sweetest and kindest mares you know. It’s honestly absurd how horrible how cruel stallions can be.
>Sure there nice stallions, like Big Mac, Caramel, and Milky Way, but they’re so few and far between that they’re instantly snatched up and take off the market.
>Your eyes begin to feel heavy and soon enough you feel yourself falling asleep.
>It takes only a few seconds before you're completely out.
>You sleep a deep dreamless sleep all through the night despite sleeping on your couch and Applejacks snoring.
>Sunlight flows in to your living room and hits your face, causing your eyes to drift open.
>You look around to find that Applejack is gone.
>Strange, it’s only sunrise, were it not for this awful couch you’d still be happily asleep.
>Maybe she’s in powder room, you’ll just put on the kettle for some tea. Or would coffee be better? Applejack is one of those “country”mares, maybe she’d prefer coffee over tea.
>Do you even have coffee? Oh well she’ll just have to have tea for once.
>You trot on into the kitchen to find a note on your counter.
>’Rarity, Slept in, Went to back home to get to work. Thanks for helping me out. – AJ’
>Slept in? You look up at your clock to see that it’s around six.
>Oh goodness she really does work hard. She should really come with you and Fluttershy to one of your spa dates. It would really do her some good.
>Once the water is read you pour yourself some tea and sit at the table to take in the morning. The shop doesn’t open for another three hours, so you have some time to yourself.
>It really is horrid. How stallions treat mares, especially mares like Applejack. Filly works her hooves to the bone and then gets bucked in the face by some ruffian.
>You sit on this idea for a while and simply get angrier at the thought of it.
>You swear to Celestia if you see that barbarian or even that little harlot, you’ll throw them right out! The nerve of that stallion to break Applejacks heart!
>Maybe…
>Oh you have plenty of time.
>You set your cup down and gallop upstairs to get a few pieces of parchment to include what you’ve already written and some ink and a quill.
>Now. Where to pick up? Well for the sake of… Oh what’s that word?... Continutiy! Yes! For the sake of continuity you’ll just have to pick up where you left off.
>It may take time, but what you have planned will be worth the work.
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>’ “Oh you don’t have to dear!” He turns and smiles warmly “I can’t just mooch off of you. No, I insist.” “But a gentlecolt shouldn’t do hard labor! Why not work for me! Here in the shop!”
“I’m afraid that I know nothing at all about sewing and stitching.’ He takes his coat from the rack before opening the door and going into the rain.’
>Oh this is taking too long!
>You push the current page you’re working on aside and take a fresh piece of parchment in front of you.
>’They both could smell the alcohol on each other’s breath and it only increased their desire. Her tan freckled cheeks, her glowed in the moonlight. “It’s- Jus- Ah can’t fill this hole in me-“ He places a single finger on her lips “Don’t worry, I’ll make it better” “Marí…”
>Even though it’s a bit early for anything erogenous, you can’t help but feel a deep blush overcome you.
>’The grass tickled his smooth skin as he glided inside her. Their drinks tipped over and soaked into the earth, but neither cared, their shared warmth has them in a trance that could not be broken.’
>Time to describe his…
>You shiver.
>Stallionhood.
>Your pen begins to fly across the parchment as you describe every little detail.
>Not two lines later, you’re disturbed by a knock at the door. Startled to death is more like it.
>Oh who could it be? You still have another hour of leisure.
>You get out of your seat and trot into the shop and to the front.
>Opening the door, you’re not surprised at what you see.
>”Morning Ms. Rarity.”
Again officer?
>”Yes, but this time it’s nothing serious. Just can’t have untrained fillies trying to sweep chimneys.
>Behind him is a soot covered Sweetie Belle.
>You face hoof.
Sweetie Belle. Go wash up, and try not to track too much soot.
>Your sister just gives an apologetic look before shuffling upstairs.
I am terrible sorry for her behavior officer.
>”Don’t think nothing about it, just doin my job, makin sure everp0ny stays safe. Have a nice day Ms. Rarity.”
And you officer.
>After closing the door you trot back into the kitchen to pick up where you left off. You better hurry incase Sweetie Belle catches you.
>Now. Where were you?
>’She had climaxed for the fourth time, and he could feel himself getting close. The wind blew softly through the orchard, kissing their forms. ‘
>And now-
>”What are you doing?”
>You think your heart stopped.
AAAH!!!
>Sweetie Bell is still looking over your shoulder.
>”Watcha writing?... His long ivory rod slips in with ea-
>Your faces go completely red and you can feel your horn vibrating
>You instantly take all of your papers in hoof and stand against the wall.
Sweetie Belle! Why don’t you go take out the trash?
>”Bu-“
Now!
>You gallop upstairs and stuff all the papers into your closet.
>You’ll probably have to reserve all of your… Writing… Session to the night, when your sister is asl-
>What in all of Equestria?
>Something it dangling from your horn and brushing you on the nose, which you pluck off immediately.
>…
>A… Angel hair pasta?
>From the tip of your horn you plucked a single strand of half cooked pasta.
>This makes no sense. You don’t remember casting a spell, or even there being any spell that makes pasta come out of your horn.
>The alarm clock on your table begins to go off, stopping your heart for the second time today.
>You’d better get ready before opening the shop.
>Hopefully Sweetie Belle won’t be too nosey about what little she read.
>Hopefully…
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>”What does any ivory rod look like anyway?”
Like a white rod of ivory normally looks. What do you think?
>”I don’t know, and why would you slide it into anything?”
You’d understand if you read the whole thing.
>”So why won’t you let me?”
BECAUSE, it’s my own private undertaking.
>”What is it about?”
I already told you.
>”You did?”
>You feel as if a blood vessel is going to pop if the goes on any longer. And it won’t any longer when you hear the shop door open.
>Just another customer, but it gives you good reason to hush Sweetie Belle. Poor Stallion looks as if he’s ran here all the way form Canterlot.
>”Y-you *huff* you make costume *huff* right?”
Well of course dear, this IS the Carousel Boutique. Any sort of clothing you want I can make it for you.
>”Good *huff* I’m going to need- several costumes… *huff* for the showing of… All the Kings Stallions- in Manehatten.”
>Your needle drops to the floor.
Wha- what was that?
>”Are you deaf? I said I need you to make several costumes for the showing of All the Kings Stallions in Manehatten. One of the stagehands was playing grab flank with one of the actors, and lo and behold, a spell misfired and torched several of the costumes. Look, if you can get them to me by tomorrow evening, then we’ll pay triple.
I… I… I feel a little- lig- ligh-ligh…
>And that’s when you blacked out.
>It’s now three in the morning.
>You’ve been working tirelessly after you woke up.
>Apparently the stallion who ordered the costumes from you left after you fainted, and left the costume designs for you to go off of.
>Just a little longer…
>…
>’Are you still up?’
Who’s there?
>…
>You feel something start to rub your shoulders.
>’Ah, you’re so tense!’
>You turn to see two shining eyes looking down at you.
Marí…
>’Yes?’
I- I need to get this done.
>’Goodness, you work too hard. You need some rest, why not come with me to the spa?
But… The spa doesn’t open until nine.
>’It opens when I say it opens. I’ve even a reserved us a table at the La Restaurant de Gendarmeríe’
Really?
>’Really, really’
Oh Marí!
>’Your carriage awaits my lady.’
>You look over his shoulder to see a white and gold carriage, pulled by four large…. Sweetibelles?
>One lets out a long whinney.
What!
>Your eyes jerk open.
>A drea… Just a dream…
>You look down at your sewing machine. At least the progress you have made wasn't a dream.
>If you can get this done in time you’ll be able to close the shop for tomorrow so you can recover from this.
>Just keep at it.
>Just keep working…
>Well you’ve done it Rarity. You’ve hit a gold mine.
>Ever since you filled that order for All the Kings Stallions, you’ve had more than enough money to pay for rent for the next year. But what happened next, was what astounded you. After the showing of All the Kings Stallions, you began to receive orders for play costumes, which then turned into orders from almost everpony in Manehattan who was looking the hottest thing to wear.
>The orders never seemed to stop, every day you would get an order for Gala dress or a tuxedo from some big name in Equestria. It had gotten to the point where you had to at least hire an assistant.
>With every new order came a new challenge and with every challenge came prestige and bits. Lots and lots of bits.
>You’ve accumulated enough money to renovate and you now have the money to buy finer materials for yourself. Safe to say life was absolutely sublime.
>”Yoohoo! I’m home!”
>…
>Sweetie Belle must be off with her friends again. Well, that perfectly alright, just means you have the house all to yourself.
>All these silks and linens that came into the train station today, oh there’s just so much to do!
>You quickly sprint up the stairs and to you room, to begin work on something you’ve been wanting to make for yourself for a very long time.
>Something for the spring, something airy, but refined.
>Oh you feel giddy just thinking about it. It’s a popular pattern in Canterlot, but you’ve added your own touch to it.
>With everything laid out, you begin work on your new masterpiece.
>Now question is, is if you’re going to wear it around town or on the beach. Candy stripe is always good for a day on the beach, oh but you hardly ever go to the beach, and the lake outside town could hardly be called a beach at all.
>You begin to pin the hem of the dress before fitting it to a ponnequin.
>Hm, almost a perfect fit but you just need to take a little length off the hem and maybe add something for a tighter fit around the waist.
>Now where did you put that spool of white thread?
>You know it’s here somewhere. Maybe in your desk?
>You rummage through every single drawer, only to find that your work desk is mostly empty, except for the occasional receipt and empty spool.
>No, not in your desk.
>Maybe there some in your closet.
>You swing open the doors to your walk in closet and flick on the light.
>You know you keep some extra supplies in here, you just hope that you have the right eggshell white thread.
>Oh you know it has to be here somewhere.
Aha! In the very back, hiding in the corner, naughty.
>Hello what is this?
>You notice that under the single spool of thread is a pile of parchment. Picking it up you begin to bluch immediately after realizing what it is.
Oh… Oh dear…
>It’s those stories you wrote.
Hmmmmm~…
>Well it wouldn’t hurt to read these later, for a quick laugh, yes that it.
>You turn right back around out of your closet and place the stack of papers on your desk before getting back to work.
>Now for that hem.
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>You can’t seem to shake the feeling that you may have rushed that dress.
>No that can’t be. You can get extremely focused when you’re “in the zone”, time does seem to fly by more and more these days.
>You glance over to your desk and back to your new ensemble. There’s a slight light tingling in the tip of your hooves as you stare at the stack of papers.
>Ooooo, maybe you should head and get some lunch. Yes that sounds like a grand idea.
>Your gallop down the stairs and throw on your saddle bags before slamming the door behind you.
>Now, where to go? Oh, maybe the Muffin Table, you can just get a quick morsel and then head back home.
>You feel yourself slowly begin to trot as your anxiety grows.
>What in all of Equestria is going on with you? Why are you so nervous? Did you leave the gas on and something?
>It would probably be best if you just ordered your food and ate at home.
>You round the corner and head down the street leading to the Table.
>”Yo Rarity!”
AHH!!
>The sound for Rainbow Dash’s voice is enough to make your heart shoot out of your chest and into your mouth.
>”Woah, jumpy much?”
Rainbow Dash! You really shouldn’t sneak up on somepony like that!
>”Jeez, sooory.”
>”Well heya Rarity!”
>You don’t jump as much as last time, but you still feel startled.
Good morning, Applejack, Fluttershy
>”Hi Rarity.”
>”Monrin? What do you mean morning? It ain’t morning no more.”
It is still before twelve, so therefore it is still morning.
>”Oh. Anyways, you wanna get some lunch with us?”
Oh well I don’t –
>”Come one AJ gonna treat.”
>”Hey! That ain’t part of the bet!”
Oh I’m sorry girls, but I’m already going to the Muffin Table and head-
>”Well that’s where we’re goin. C’mon Rarity, you’ve been workin harder than me, why not just have a little lunch with us?”
Well I guess I-
>”Great! C’mon I straving.”
>You can feel your anxiety grow as you walk to the Muffin Table.
>It seem like ages before you finally arrive and it only gets worse when Rainbow can’t decide what she wants.
>”Hmm, do I want the black bean wrap, instead of just a salad…”
>”Just hurry an choose already!”
>”Alright, alright, jeez. Just gimmie the wrap aaand some Sweet Apple Acres Reserve.”
>Appljeack gives Rainbow a dirty look.
>”What? It’s your cider, I’m just kicking some money back to you.”
>”Yeah, but it’s outta my pocket.”
>You feel a little better now that, that’s all over.
>All three of you walk outside and over to the table Fluttershy reserved for you.
>As soon as you sit down Rainbow and Applejack start to go off and banter about nothing.
>This goes on until they finally bring out your food. Now the two are bantering with their mouths full, with you and Fluttershy only occasionally giving your input.
>”All ahm saying, is that, the sherrif in Appaloosa was pretty easy on the eyes.”
>”Pffft, what is it with you and old colt? About half the stallions at the academy have him beat.”
>”Well unlike you, Ahd rather have somepony actually take care of me instead of rutting me and taking off.”
>”Yeah whatever, you stick with stallions that can’t get it up and me and Rarity, will keep having orgasms.”
>You roll your eyes at this. You can’t remember the last time a stallion has made you cum.
>”An jus what the hay do you mean by that? You think Rarity jus wants somepony to rut her? Ah think she’s got more class than that. “
>They both look over at you and wait for an answer.
Well, I uhm *ehem* would like a stallion who could, er, take care of m-
>”See!”
But a peaceful life with Ma- FANcy Pants could get boring.
>”Ha!”
>Aj and Rainbow go back to their little… Disscussion, while you stuff your face with what’s left of your salad. It’s very unbecoming, but you just can’t stand it anymore, you need to go home.
>”Um Rarity…”
>You think you can feel a blood vessel straining against your forehead.
Y-yes?
>”Um… Well I was, wondering, if, um, if you know when you’ll have my gown done…”
>Oh, that’s right; you were making a frock for Fluttershy.
Oh, yes! Well, I should have it done by tomorrow, I’ve just had a lot to do you know.
>”Thank you Rarity, I can’t wait to see how it turns out.”
Oh dear, it’ll look simply wonderful on you.
>As soon as you round the corner back to your house, you feel as if a weight has been taken off you shoulders.
>That was it! That’s why you were so nervous; oh you must have been a little stress about forgetting about Fluttershy’s order.
>Well you feel a lot better, and that’s all that really matters.
>Now you just need to finish her dress, and then you can get to more. Leisurely matters.
>You crack open the door to you boutique to make sure the Sweetie Belle isn’t home.
>You’re in luck, usually by now she’d be down the stairs, asking you to help her with something or another.
>Now it’s time to get to work.
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>You spent the next hour finishing Fluttershy’s frock. Not something too difficult, but it would be a crime to not put some effort into it.
>And you should at least compensate her for the delay.
>Hm. Maybe just a hat to go with it.
>Now to just draw up the design an-
>Oh that right. Those papers are still on your deask.
>….
>You really shouldn’t Rarity.
>…
>Oh just this once and then you’ll get back to work.
>’He looked vacantly out the window with the cup of tea in between those hands of his. “Is there something wrong?” She asked. “It’s nothing, really” he replied. She barely knew him, but there was something so alluring about him, he seemed so mysterious and brooding, she could almost feel some sort of energy radiating off of him.’
>You find yourself giggling ocassionally.
>when you finally make your way to where you left off you find yourself feeling a little warm.
>You’re not sure how you feel about all of this.
>You feel silly for having written something like this. It read like something a love sick filly would write.
>But you can’t deny this feeling you have.
>You feel… Sad…
>’Rarity, where have you been… I’ve missed you so much…’
>You can hear his voice in your head.
>Oh what is this feeling.
>It’s like you’ve been neglecting a lover, like you’ve abandoned him.
>Oh you wish you could apologize, somehow. You just want to say sorry…
>You levitate a pencil to a blank piece of parchment and scribble “I’m sorry” onto it.
>What would he look like? What would an alien like him look like?
>The question seems to come from nowhere, but you can’t help but wonder what your description of him would look like
>Well maybe you could…
>You start to trace the outline of his face, like a tear drop sort of shape. From how oyu decided to describe him, you give him slightly small eyes, but not beady like a Minotaur. A small nose and luscious lips can’t go wrong there. Some define check bones and a chiseled jaw. Thick mane at the top of his head and some stubble like some models in Canterlot has.
>…
Ahhh~…
>You’re not sure what you’ve done but…
Oh my~…
>Where’s that passage you wrote. Oh that one passage that describes his… Oh here it is…
>’She gasped as he lined his ivory rod up to her waiting marehood.’
>You feel yourself begin to blush as you read your own work.
>’”P-please…” Her begging was all he needed. With one swift motion he filled her in her most intimate place, she gasped in ecstacy. She felt so complete with him inside her, she knew this would be the night and she didn’t want to drink too much, for fear it would dull her senses.’
>You begin to trail your hoof down your chest and down to your flower.
>’It was absolutely primal. The noises they both made under the stars, their passionate love making had turned into primal sex. Their most ancient of instincts were taking over, even more so when he flipped her onto her stomach.
>You feel yourself running down your hoof and onto your chair.
>You feel so dirty, what a dirty mare you are getting turned on by writing. Your hips start to buck back and forth on their own as you keep reading
> Everything about you hopes that Sweetie Belle hasn’t come in without you hearing. If she saw you like this; rubbing your marehood, leaking all over your chair.
>You’re not even reading anymore, you’re just imaging him. You can feel his tongue caressing you as he lays under you.
Ah!~
>Just looking at his picture is making you wink! How filthy, how dirty you are!
>You can’t take it anymore.
>Your horn glows as you levitate you picture over to you bed. He stares up at you as you line your marehood up with the edge of your matress.
Make me whole~…
>You’re still winking as your start to grind against the bed. The fabric feels so course against your exposed clit, it’s so rough. You can just imagine him having rough sex with you under the stars.
>Like an animal, you can’t help but scream and moan. You’re such a filthy little filly, grinding your little twat against your bed.
>’What a naughty little girl you are~’
AAAAAAH!! ~
>You let yourself lose all over the sheets. The entire corner of you bed is completely soaked; you’ll deal with it later.
>Before you drift off to sleep your crawl to your side of the bed and place the picture on your night stand.
>But not before kissing it.
Bonsoir mon prince sucré.

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>Oh dear sweet Celestia.
>Your, head, it hurts…
>Your eyes begin to drift open and adjust to the sunlight flowing into your room.  
>You feel absolutely horrid.  Pinkies parties can occasionally get out of hoof, and if you remember correctly, last night’s party did.
>Or at least they were when you left.
>You absolutely can not believe that you let that vulgar stallion into your house!
>And to think you were so blind!  
>HMPH!  Silver tonged beast!  Pretending to be such a gentlecolt, then filling you with wine and trying to rut you!
>You’re knees are a bit wobbly when you get up from your bed and head into your bathroom.
>Even though you’re hung over you still look amazing.  No, bags, no crow’s feet, not even sand in your eyes!
>You wonder if what those doctors from Trottingham said about wine is true. 
>Either way, you still need to freshen up for the day.
>A hot towel, cleanser, scrub, toner, foaming cleaner and lotion.
>Hmmm.  Makeup?  You aren’t going out today, so just a little.

>Two hours later.
>Celestia this house is an absolute mess.
>Last night there was that party for Princess Luna and the night before that was Nightmare Night.  Sweetie Belle and her friends must have come back after you chased that stallion away and made a mess of things while you were sleeping.
>Oh, you just don’t have time to clean anymore.
>More hours of your day are spent cleaning your home and making yourself some breakfast.  
>At least the shop is closed for today.  You really need some time to yourself.
>Some tea and a book on your balcony sounds absolutely divine.
>A copy of “The Last Coltfriend” and some right proper Trottingham tea in tow, you make your way up to the balcony.
>Oh, it’s been so long since you actually had some time to yourself.  With Sweetie Belle around, and all the trouble Twilight is getting into, you’ve had almost no peace and quiet.
>You feel your hoof slide, before you stumble and nearly break your fine Shanghay tea set.
>Goodness!  
>Looking down you see that it’s the alien costume you made Sweetie Belle for Nightmare Night.
>Oh, you have absolutely lost count of how many times you have told her to not simply leave her clothes on the floor!
>Levitating it along with you, you enter your room and throw the costume on your bead.  You’ll have to find a proper place to put it later on.
>But now it’s just you, and you having the whole afternoon to yourself.
>And it begins with you, a cup of tea and your new book.

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>You can actually feel yourself getting nauseous.
>This novel, if that is what you can call it, is absolutely horrid.
>Everything about is so cliché and garish, that it has actually made you physically ill.
>’As he trails his muzzle along my waist, I feel my inner goddess doing the merengue with some salsa moves.’
>You feel yourself begin to gag.
>The best thing now to keep you from vomiting now is to just set the wretched little thing down.
>Which means you should throw the thing as far away from you as possible
>How do these things get published!?  They’re simply awful!
>For the love of Celestia even you could write something infinitely better.
>You sip your tea while sitting on the idea.
>Something with substance, something with plot, something new, and something to tug on the heartstrings of all the single mares out there.
>...
Wahahahahaha!!
>Oh how you make yourself laugh sometimes!
>What a ridiculous idea!  You, writing a romance novel like some lovesick little filly.
>You take another sip of tea with a content smile on your face.

>You spend a few more minutes sitting on the balcony, sipping tea and enjoying the sunset.
>It’s not long before you hear you sisters clamoring coming from the kitchen.  
>You guess you should start making dinner now.  Poor filly must be starving after running around town with her friends.
>You get up and head down stairs along with your tea set.
>When you reach the bottom of the stairs you
Sweetie Belle.
>...
Sweetie Belle!?
>You look through the shop before you hear something from Sweetie Belle’s room.
>You give an exasperated sigh and head upstairs.
>As you expected, Sweetie Belle is in her messy room with a duffel bag.	
Hem hem.
>”Oh hi Rarity!”
And what are you doing?
>”Well, uh, Apple Bloom is having a sleepover at her house.
Hm.
>Your sister looks nervous.
Don’t you have school tomorrow?
>”I- uh… Yeah...”
Alright then, don’t stay up too late.
>An enormous smile come over her face.
>”Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!!”
Those colts Snips and Snails aren’t going to be there are they?
>”UGH!  RArity!  Those two are weirdos!”
>You giggle slightly.
Well alright then have fun.
>”What?  You’re not going to say anything? “
Of course not, I know for a fact that Applejack will keep you three out of trouble.  
>Sweetie Belle resumes packing her things as you head back downstairs.
>You remember when you were her age.  Running around with your schoolmates, having sleep overs, talking about colts and gushing over Prince Blueblood.
>The last though makes you shiver in disgust.  Now you know better.
>A few minutes later your sister comes skipping down the stairs.
>She hops up next to you and kisses you on the cheek.   
>”Thank you so much Rarity!”
Well you three have fun then.
>Sweetie Belle quickly scuttles out the door leaving you in sweet, sweet solitude
>You spend the next few hours cleaning up and making yourself dinner, before you head back upstairs to take a bath with Nadiran bath salts and scented candles.

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>All dry and with your makeup off you saunter over to your bed with Sweetie Belle's alien costume still on it.
>And that romance novel apparently landed on top of it.
>UGH!  You can barely stand the sight of the thing!
>You levitate the costume onto you writing desk as you throw your book into the trash.
>You’ll probably have to take out the trash tomorrow.
>Honestly, you’ve never read anything worse!  “He then starts on my right foot, repeating the whole, seductive, mind-blowing process.” “He’s going to kiss me there! I know it. And part of me is glowing in the anticipation.”
>You gag yet again.
>...
>Still... A little foreplay would be nice…
>A stallion who could think of something other than his own pleasure…  One who knows how to treat a lady...
>But the idea is almost fanciful.  The idea of an unselfish stallion is completely alien!
>...
>Alien…
>You glance over at the alien costume on your writing desk.
>Well maybe you could at least entertain the thought…
>You levitate the costume off your desk and take a seat in front of it.
>You sit in contemplation for a few minutes before dipping your quill in ink and bringing it to paper.

>’In small town, on a morning that would appear to be like any other.  A beautiful mare stirs in her bed. ‘

>That sounds good.

>’Her luscious deep violet mane cascades over her bedside as her eyes drift open.  She shivers as her hooves meet the floor.  Surrounding her are fine linens and silks, all for the dresses and suits that she makes.’

>Oh yes this is simply marvelous.

>’Her expression dulls as she looks out her window to find that fog has covered the small town in which she lives.  The memory of any mentioning of fog for that day fails her.’

>You really shouldn’t have doubted yourself; it appears that you’re a natural at this.

>’It is only then at that very moment that she feel as if her mind is playing tricks on her.  For in the fog she begins to see a shape.  It does not look like a pony, and it mystery has her trapped.  What could it be?  It’s silhouette begins to darken as it draws closer.’

>...

>’Her eyes goes wide as the thing come into sight.  It is nothing like she has ever seen before.  Though it stood on two legs, it looks nothing like a minotaur.  It wore a long jacket and its toned form could be made out clearly.  It looked as if it had been chiseled from marble and its eyes gleamed like diamonds.  It’s long arms looked as if they were meant for grabbing things and holding onto them tight.  But like a Minotaur it had fingers, but instead of four it held one more.’

>Your heart is pounding.

>’The mares heart skips a beat and the figure approaches her door.  Her heart almost stops completely when she hears a knock come from her door.’

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>You glance over to your clock on your nightstand.  It’s only nine o’clock, you still have time before you have to get you beauty sleep.
>You’ve spent a lot of ink describing how your alien looks.  But now comes the problem of what to call him.
Hmmmmm.
>Well maybe you’ll name what he is later, but for now his name will be: Maríous.

>’It was a strange thing; to have him in her living room.  He told her that she was too kind many times over.  But the fog has turned to rain, and she couldn’t leave him to get soaked out in the cold.  The water had boiled, and the tea had been steeped and now it is her duty to keep her guest entertained.  As she walked in time seemed to slow as her guest turned his head and gazed into her eyes.  She felt her heart skip a beat as he began to smile.’

>Four hours later
>Your breath has become ragged and you can feel your heart pounding.

>’Making clothes was never much of a challenge for her, she had made suits for Minotaur’s before, and Maríous was probably not very different.  But what would be a challenge for her, was staying conscious for a few minutes longer as she gazed upon his toned alabaster form.  He had the body of a farm stallion, and the poise of a prince.  Her pupils turned to pinpricks as he removed his pants, the mystery of what he had under his garment was driving her mad.’

>Your face turns red as you begin to think of what it should look like.
>Wait.
>No, not yet, it’s best to save that sort of thing for later

>’Her heart sank when he finally removed the garment, for another remained leaving his buttocks and stalionhood covered.  But there was still so much to marvel at.’
>’Miss Evanescent?  Are you alright?’
>’She jumped slightly as his silky voice touched her ears’
>’Oh!  Yes, but ofcourse!  I was simply examining your style, some outfits are not meant for everyp0ny you know.’
>’He smiles once again.’

>You glance back to your clock.
>Good heavens! 
>Oh no, no, no, no, no!
>It has gotten far too late.  You have spent far too much time on this little project!
>You quickly put your ink and parchment away before you blow out the candle on your desk.  You shouldn’t have let yourself get carried away like that; you need to wake up early so you can open the shop and get to work.  Now there will be bags under your eyes in the morning.
>With all the lights out you trot over to your bed and climb in careful to not ruin the sheets.
>Something catches you and it’s in between your hind legs.
 >Are you?  Are you wet?
>You reach down your nethers and gasp.  
>You are! 
>You feel tour face flush with blood.  You never though writing could get you so… Excited…
>Maybe something to help you sleep…
>You levitate your rabbit from your nightstand and slip it under the sheets.
>Now all that matters is you and him.
>Closing your eyes you begin to work your folds.  Then you see him.  His bare pale skin, his shining eyes and his long arms supporting him as he hovers over you and locks you in a kiss as he lowers his hand and massages your teats.
>You turn your toy on imagining him lining his stalionhood with you.
>Then it starts.  He wastes no time; he’s an animal.  Thrust after thrust he hilts and hits you womb.
>You start to squirm as you imagine him pounding you and stretching your womb.
>You gasp and moan as he ravages every inch of you.
>You don’t even care about the sheets anymore. You grab the edge of your bed as he thrusts deep inside you.
>After a few thrusts you begin to wink furiously.
>Your eyes roll back in your head when you finally maregasm.  You scream louder than you ever have before leaving your sheets absolutely soaked.
>But he doesn’t even pause.  He just keeps going; his thick member just won’t stop.
Marí! Give more!  Please rut me harder!  Make me your mare!
>He flips you over and pulls out, leaving you winking furiously.
>You feel your heart sink slightly, before he prods your knot.
Wha- what?
>You scream as he slides back into you with his member coated in your juices.
>You feel absolutely filthy, but you can’t stop.
>You even being to imagine him using his hands to spank you.
>A stallion has never done this to you before and you'd be lying if you said you didn't love it.
>You maregasm a few more times before your toy slips out of you and you’re passed out on your soaked bed.
>Your head feels extremely light and it takes a few minutes before you stop winking
>In you mind your imagine him wrapping his arms around you as you fall asleep on top of him.
>All the while your lips mouth: “Marí”.

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>You wake up in a haze with the sun shining through your windows.
>One glance over to your clock sends you bolting up from your bed.
>You slept in!  Oh this is not good, not good at all.
>You don’t have time to put on makeup and cleanser at all.  You need to open the shop; you’re three hours late.
>Outside are a few exasperated mares frantically knocking at your door.  You had their dresses done ahead of time, but keeping them waiting is absolutely bad form.
>When you open the door they all angrily trot past you and into the shop.  You don’t really have any room to get angry, this is your fault after all.

>Your patrons pay for their things and leave without saying a word.
>Now you need to get to work and work on filling a few more orders ahead of time.
>So far there’s no sign that Sweetie Belle has come home so at least you’ll be able to work in peace.
>You start up your sewing machine and begin the hem on a frock for Rose.
>You can’t get distracted like that anymore, if something like this happen again, you’re already at risk of ruining your image.

>You work for several more hours until it’s just about time to close shop.
>Nothing eventful has happened save for this morning.
>”RAAAAARIITTY!!”
>Why were you not expecting this…
>In through the door Applejack come stumbling in with the smell of alcohol already hitting your nostrils.
>”RARITE-HE-HE-HE!!”
Applejack?  What’s wrong dear?
>She comes into the main room of the shop and drops a bottle of cider before throwing herself onto you and starts to cry hysterically.
>A few dozen minutes pass before she starts to settle down.
 Care to tell me what happened?
>She starts to sob loudly.
>”yu-yuh remember that s-stalion… ah-ah met at the- the Wonderbolt Academy…
>You perk up at hearing this.  You feel bad, but you can’t resist hearing some gossip.
That Sightseer fellow?
>She starts crying again and strains your coat with tears.
>”He-he asked me on a date an *sob*and… HE STOOD ME UP!”
>You can’t help but gasp.
Appljack I-
>”B-ut that’s not the worst part…”
What!?
>”Today after work- a-ah saw him with… WITH ANOTHER MARE!!”
>Your eyes go wide.  
That- THAT FIEND!!
>”an-an ah just stood there… And he saw me… and the he KISSED HER RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!”
>You feel your heart break in two.
>This is honestly one of the worst things you’ve heard.  
>Applejack absolutely does not deserve this!  Not somep0ny like her!  Never in a million years!
>She cries her eyes out for several more minutes before you say anything.
Applejack?  Dear?  Why don’t you and I dig into some vanilla bean ice-cream and watch a movie on my new projector?
>”you- you have a *sniff* a projector?”
Oh did I forget to tell you?  The last order I filled for the Winter Ball at Staliongrad a few months ago left me with enough extra money to buy myself one.”
>”That *sniff* does sounds mighty nice.”

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>You and Applejack for the next few hours go through a whole gallon of ice cream and watch Casa Bronco. 
>Now she’s passed out on the couch and you’re left feeling drowsy and on the verge of passing out yourself.
>It’s honestly horrible what happened to Applejack.
>She’s one of the sweetest and kindest mares you know.  It’s honestly absurd how horrible how cruel stallions can be.
>Sure there nice stallions, like Big Mac, Caramel, and Milky Way, but they’re so few and far between that they’re instantly snatched up and take off the market.
>Your eyes begin to feel heavy and soon enough you feel yourself falling asleep.
>It takes only a few seconds before you're completely out.

>You sleep a deep dreamless sleep all through the night despite sleeping on your couch and Applejacks snoring.
>Sunlight flows in to your living room and hits your face, causing your eyes to drift open.
>You look around to find that Applejack is gone.
>Strange, it’s only sunrise, were it not for this awful couch you’d still be happily asleep.
>Maybe she’s in powder room, you’ll just put on the kettle for some tea.  Or would coffee be better?  Applejack is one of those “country”mares, maybe she’d prefer coffee over tea.
>Do you even have coffee?  Oh well she’ll just have to have tea for once.
>You trot on into the kitchen to find a note on your counter.
>’Rarity, Slept in, Went to back home to get to work.  Thanks for helping me out.  – AJ’
>Slept in?  You look up at your clock to see that it’s around six.  
>Oh goodness she really does work hard.  She should really come with you and Fluttershy to one of your spa dates.  It would really do her some good.
>Once the water is read you pour yourself some tea and sit at the table to take in the morning.  The shop doesn’t open for another three hours, so you have some time to yourself.

>It really is horrid.  How stallions treat mares, especially mares like Applejack.  Filly works her hooves to the bone and then gets bucked in the face by some ruffian.
>You sit on this idea for a while and simply get angrier at the thought of it.
>You swear to Celestia if you see that barbarian or even that little harlot, you’ll throw them right out!  The nerve of that stallion to break Applejacks heart!
>Maybe…
>Oh you have plenty of time.  
>You set your cup down and gallop upstairs to get a few pieces of parchment to include what you’ve already written and some ink and a quill.
>Now.  Where to pick up?  Well for the sake of… Oh what’s that word?... Continutiy!  Yes!  For the sake of continuity you’ll just have to pick up where you left off.  
>It may take time, but what you have planned will be worth the work.

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>’ “Oh you don’t have to dear!” He turns and smiles warmly “I can’t just mooch off of you.  No, I insist.”  “But a gentlecolt shouldn’t do hard labor!  Why not work for me!  Here in the shop!” 
 “I’m afraid that I know nothing at all about sewing and stitching.’ He takes his coat from the rack before opening the door and going into the rain.’
>Oh this is taking too long!
>You push the current page you’re working on aside and take a fresh piece of parchment in front of you.
>’They both could smell the alcohol on each other’s breath and it only increased their desire.  Her tan freckled cheeks, her glowed in the moonlight.  “It’s-  Jus-  Ah can’t fill this hole in me-“  He places a single finger on her lips “Don’t worry, I’ll make it better” “Marí…”
>Even though it’s a bit early for anything erogenous, you can’t help but feel a deep blush overcome you.
>’The grass tickled his smooth skin as he glided inside her.  Their drinks tipped over and soaked into the earth, but neither cared, their shared warmth has them in a trance that could not be broken.’
>Time to describe his…
>You shiver.
>Stallionhood.
>Your pen begins to fly across the parchment as you describe every little detail.
>Not two lines later, you’re disturbed by a knock at the door.  Startled to death is more like it.
>Oh who could it be?  You still have another hour of leisure.
>You get out of your seat and trot into the shop and to the front.
>Opening the door, you’re not surprised at what you see.
>”Morning Ms. Rarity.”
Again officer?
>”Yes, but this time it’s nothing serious.  Just can’t have untrained fillies trying to sweep chimneys. 
>Behind him is a soot covered Sweetie Belle.
>You face hoof.
Sweetie Belle.  Go wash up, and try not to track too much soot.
>Your sister just gives an apologetic look before shuffling upstairs.
I am terrible sorry for her behavior officer.
>”Don’t think nothing about it, just doin my job, makin sure everp0ny stays safe.  Have a nice day Ms. Rarity.”
And you officer.
>After closing the door you trot back into the kitchen to pick up where you left off.  You better hurry incase Sweetie Belle catches you.
>Now.  Where were you?
>’She had climaxed for the fourth time, and he could feel himself getting close.  The wind blew softly through the orchard, kissing their forms. ‘
>And now-
>”What are you doing?”
>You think your heart stopped.
AAAH!!!
>Sweetie Bell is still looking over your shoulder.
>”Watcha writing?...  His long ivory rod slips in with ea-
>Your faces go completely red and you can feel your horn vibrating
>You instantly take all of your papers in hoof and stand against the wall.
Sweetie Belle!  Why don’t you go take out the trash?
>”Bu-“
Now!
>You gallop upstairs and stuff all the papers into your closet.
>You’ll probably have to reserve all of your… Writing… Session to the night, when your sister is asl-
>What in all of Equestria?
>Something it dangling from your horn and brushing you on the nose, which you pluck off immediately.
>…
>A… Angel hair pasta?
>From the tip of your horn you plucked a single strand of half cooked pasta.
>This makes no sense.  You don’t remember casting a spell, or even there being any spell that makes pasta come out of your horn.
>The alarm clock on your table begins to go off, stopping your heart for the second time today.
>You’d better get ready before opening the shop.
>Hopefully Sweetie Belle won’t be too nosey about what little she read.
>Hopefully…

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>”What does any ivory rod look like anyway?”
Like a white rod of ivory normally looks.  What do you think?
>”I don’t know, and why would you slide it into anything?”
You’d understand if you read the whole thing.
>”So why won’t you let me?”
BECAUSE, it’s my own private undertaking.
>”What is it about?”
I already told you.
>”You did?”
>You feel as if a blood vessel is going to pop if the goes on any longer. And it won’t any longer when you hear the shop door open.
>Just another customer, but it gives you good reason to hush Sweetie Belle.  Poor Stallion looks as if he’s ran here all the way form Canterlot.
>”Y-you *huff* you make costume *huff* right?”
Well of course dear, this IS the Carousel Boutique.  Any sort of clothing you want I can make it for you.
>”Good *huff*  I’m going to need- several costumes… *huff* for the showing of… All the Kings Stallions- in Manehatten.”
>Your needle drops to the floor.
Wha- what was that?
>”Are you deaf?  I said I need you to make several costumes for the showing of All the Kings Stallions in Manehatten.  One of the stagehands was playing grab flank with one of the actors, and lo and behold, a spell misfired and torched several of the costumes.  Look, if you can get them to me by tomorrow evening, then we’ll pay triple.
I… I… I feel a little- lig- ligh-ligh…
>And that’s when you blacked out.

>It’s now three in the morning.
>You’ve been working tirelessly after you woke up.
>Apparently the stallion who ordered the costumes from you left after you fainted, and left the costume designs for you to go off of.
>Just a little longer…
>…
>’Are you still up?’
Who’s there?
>…
>You feel something start to rub your shoulders.
>’Ah, you’re so tense!’
>You turn to see two shining eyes looking down at you.
Marí…
>’Yes?’
I- I need to get this done.
>’Goodness, you work too hard.  You need some rest, why not come with me to the spa?
But…  The spa doesn’t open until nine.
>’It opens when I say it opens.  I’ve even a reserved us a table at the La Restaurant de Gendarmeríe’
Really?
>’Really, really’
Oh Marí!
>’Your carriage awaits my lady.’
>You look over his shoulder to see a white and gold carriage, pulled by four large…. Sweetibelles?
>One lets out a long whinney.

What!
>Your eyes jerk open.
>A drea… Just a dream…
>You look down at your sewing machine.  At least the progress you have made wasn't a dream.
>If you can get this done in time you’ll be able to close the shop for tomorrow so you can recover from this.
>Just keep at it.  
>Just keep working…


>Well you’ve done it Rarity.  You’ve hit a gold mine.
>Ever since you filled that order for All the Kings Stallions, you’ve had more than enough money to pay for rent for the next year.  But what happened next, was what astounded you.  After the showing of All the Kings Stallions, you began to receive orders for play costumes, which then turned into orders from almost everpony in Manehattan who was looking the hottest thing to wear.
>The orders never seemed to stop, every day you would get an order for Gala dress or a tuxedo from some big name in Equestria.  It had gotten to the point where you had to at least hire an assistant. 
>With every new order came a new challenge and with every challenge came prestige and bits.  Lots and lots of bits.
>You’ve accumulated enough money to renovate and you now have the money to buy finer materials for yourself.  Safe to say life was absolutely sublime.
>”Yoohoo!  I’m home!”
>…
>Sweetie Belle must be off with her friends again.  Well, that perfectly alright, just means you have the house all to yourself.
>All these silks and linens that came into the train station today, oh there’s just so much to do!
>You quickly sprint up the stairs and to you room, to begin work on something you’ve been wanting to make for yourself for a very long time.
>Something for the spring, something airy, but refined.
>Oh you feel giddy just thinking about it.  It’s a popular pattern in Canterlot, but you’ve added your own touch to it.
>With everything laid out, you begin work on your new masterpiece.
>Now question is, is if you’re going to wear it around town or on the beach.  Candy stripe is always good for a day on the beach, oh but you hardly ever go to the beach, and the lake outside town could hardly be called a beach at all.
>You begin to pin the hem of the dress before fitting it to a ponnequin.
>Hm, almost a perfect fit but you just need to take a little length off the hem and maybe add something for a tighter fit around the waist.
>Now where did you put that spool of white thread?
>You know it’s here somewhere.  Maybe in your desk?
>You rummage through every single drawer, only to find that your work desk is mostly empty, except for the occasional receipt and empty spool.
>No, not in your desk.
>Maybe there some in your closet.
>You swing open the doors to your walk in closet and flick on the light.
>You know you keep some extra supplies in here, you just hope that you have the right eggshell white thread.
>Oh you know it has to be here somewhere.
Aha!  In the very back, hiding in the corner, naughty.
>Hello what is this?
>You notice that under the single spool of thread is a pile of parchment.  Picking it up you begin to bluch immediately after realizing what it is.
Oh… Oh dear…
>It’s those stories you wrote.   
Hmmmmm~…
>Well it wouldn’t hurt to read these later, for a quick laugh, yes that it.
>You turn right back around out of your closet and place the stack of papers on your desk before getting back to work.
>Now for that hem.

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>You can’t seem to shake the feeling that you may have rushed that dress.
>No that can’t be.  You can get extremely focused when you’re “in the zone”, time does seem to fly by more and more these days.
>You glance over to your desk and back to your new ensemble.  There’s a slight light tingling in the tip of your hooves as you stare at the stack of papers.
>Ooooo, maybe you should head and get some lunch.  Yes that sounds like a grand idea.
>Your gallop down the stairs and throw on your saddle bags before slamming the door behind you.
>Now, where to go?  Oh, maybe the Muffin Table, you can just get a quick morsel and then head back home.
>You feel yourself slowly begin to trot as your anxiety grows.  
>What in all of Equestria is going on with you?  Why are you so nervous?  Did you leave the gas on and something?
>It would probably be best if you just ordered your food and ate at home.
>You round the corner and head down the street leading to the Table.
>”Yo Rarity!”
AHH!!
>The sound for Rainbow Dash’s voice is enough to make your heart shoot out of your chest and into your mouth.
>”Woah, jumpy much?”
Rainbow Dash!  You really shouldn’t sneak up on somepony like that!
>”Jeez, sooory.”
>”Well heya Rarity!”
>You don’t jump as much as last time, but you still feel startled.
Good morning, Applejack, Fluttershy
>”Hi Rarity.”
>”Monrin?  What do you mean morning?  It ain’t morning no more.”
It is still before twelve, so therefore it is still morning.
>”Oh.  Anyways, you wanna get some lunch with us?”
Oh well I don’t –
>”Come one AJ gonna treat.”
>”Hey!  That ain’t part of the bet!”
Oh I’m sorry girls, but I’m already going to the Muffin Table and head-
>”Well that’s where we’re goin.  C’mon Rarity, you’ve been workin harder than me, why not just have a little lunch with us?”
Well I guess I-
>”Great!  C’mon I straving.”
>You can feel your anxiety grow as you walk to the Muffin Table.
>It seem like ages before you finally arrive and it only gets worse when Rainbow can’t decide what she wants.
>”Hmm, do I want the black bean wrap, instead of just a salad…”
>”Just hurry an choose already!”
>”Alright, alright, jeez.  Just gimmie the wrap aaand some Sweet Apple Acres Reserve.”
>Appljeack gives Rainbow a dirty look.
>”What?  It’s your cider, I’m just kicking some money back to you.”
>”Yeah, but it’s outta my pocket.”
>You feel a little better now that, that’s all over.
>All three of you walk outside and over to the table Fluttershy reserved for you.
>As soon as you sit down Rainbow and Applejack start to go off and banter about nothing.
>This goes on until they finally bring out your food.  Now the two are bantering with their mouths full, with you and Fluttershy only occasionally giving your input.
>”All ahm saying, is that, the sherrif in Appaloosa was pretty easy on the eyes.”
>”Pffft, what is it with you and old colt?  About half the stallions at the academy have him beat.”
>”Well unlike you, Ahd rather have somepony actually take care of me instead of rutting me and taking off.”
>”Yeah whatever, you stick with stallions that can’t get it up and me and Rarity, will keep having orgasms.”
>You roll your eyes at this.  You can’t remember the last time a stallion has made you cum.
>”An jus what the hay do you mean by that?  You think Rarity jus wants somepony to rut her?  Ah think she’s got more class than that. “
>They both look over at you and wait for an answer.
Well, I uhm *ehem* would like a stallion who could, er, take care of m-
>”See!”
But a peaceful life with Ma- FANcy Pants could get boring.
>”Ha!”
>Aj and Rainbow go back to their little… Disscussion, while you stuff your face with what’s left of your salad.   It’s very unbecoming, but you just can’t stand it anymore, you need to go home.
>”Um Rarity…”
>You think you can feel a blood vessel straining against your forehead.
Y-yes?
>”Um… Well I was, wondering, if, um, if you know when you’ll have my gown done…”
>Oh, that’s right; you were making a frock for Fluttershy.
Oh, yes!  Well, I should have it done by tomorrow, I’ve just had a lot to do you know.
>”Thank you Rarity, I can’t wait to see how it turns out.”
Oh dear, it’ll look simply wonderful on you.
>As soon as you round the corner back to your house, you feel as if a weight has been taken off you shoulders.
>That was it!  That’s why you were so nervous; oh you must have been a little stress about forgetting about Fluttershy’s order.
>Well you feel a lot better, and that’s all that really matters.
>Now you just need to finish her dress, and then you can get to more.  Leisurely matters.
>You crack open the door to you boutique to make sure the Sweetie Belle isn’t home.  
>You’re in luck, usually by now she’d be down the stairs, asking you to help her with something or another.
>Now it’s time to get to work.

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>You spent the next hour finishing Fluttershy’s frock.  Not something too difficult, but it would be a crime to not put some effort into it.
>And you should at least compensate her for the delay.
>Hm.  Maybe just a hat to go with it.
>Now to just draw up the design an-
>Oh that right.  Those papers are still on your deask.
>….
>You really shouldn’t Rarity.
>…
>Oh just this once and then you’ll get back to work.
>’He looked vacantly out the window with the cup of tea in between those hands of his.  “Is there something wrong?” She asked.  “It’s nothing, really” he replied.  She barely knew him, but there was something so alluring about him, he seemed so mysterious and brooding, she could almost feel some sort of energy radiating off of him.’
>You find yourself giggling ocassionally.
>when you finally make your way to where you left off you find yourself feeling a little warm.
>You’re not sure how you feel about all of this.
>You feel silly for having written something like this.  It read like something a love sick filly would write.
>But you can’t deny this feeling you have.
>You feel…  Sad…
>’Rarity, where have you been… I’ve missed you so much…’
>You can hear his voice in your head.
>Oh what is this feeling.
>It’s like you’ve been neglecting a lover, like you’ve abandoned him.
>Oh you wish you could apologize, somehow.  You just want to say sorry…
>You levitate a pencil to a blank piece of parchment and scribble “I’m sorry” onto it.
>What would he look like?  What would an alien like him look like?
>The question seems to come from nowhere, but you can’t help but wonder what your description of him would look like
>Well maybe you could…
>You start to trace the outline of his face, like a tear drop sort of shape.  From how oyu decided to describe him, you give him slightly small eyes, but not beady like a Minotaur.  A small nose and luscious lips can’t go wrong there.  Some define check bones and a chiseled jaw.  Thick mane at the top of his head and some stubble like some models in Canterlot has.
>…
Ahhh~…
>You’re not sure what you’ve done but…
Oh my~…
>Where’s that passage you wrote.  Oh that one passage that describes his… Oh here it is…
>’She gasped as he lined his ivory rod up to her waiting marehood.’
>You feel yourself begin to blush as you read your own work.
>’”P-please…” Her begging was all he needed.  With one swift motion he filled her in her most intimate place, she gasped in ecstacy.  She felt so complete with him inside her, she knew this would be the night and she didn’t want to drink too much, for fear it would dull her senses.’
>You begin to trail your hoof down your chest and down to your flower.
>’It was absolutely primal.  The noises they both made under the stars, their passionate love making had turned into primal sex.  Their most ancient of instincts were taking over, even more so when he flipped her onto her stomach.
>You feel yourself running down your hoof and onto your chair.
>You feel so dirty, what a dirty mare you are getting turned on by writing.  Your hips start to buck back and forth on their own as you keep reading
> Everything about you hopes that Sweetie Belle hasn’t come in without you hearing.  If she saw you like this; rubbing your marehood, leaking all over your chair.
>You’re not even reading anymore, you’re just imaging him.  You can feel his tongue caressing you as he lays under you.
Ah!~
>Just looking at his picture is making you wink!  How filthy, how dirty you are!
>You can’t take it anymore.
>Your horn glows as you levitate you picture over to you bed.  He stares up at you as you line your marehood up with the edge of your matress.
Make me whole~…
>You’re still winking as your start to grind against the bed.  The fabric feels so course against your exposed clit, it’s so rough.  You can just imagine him having rough sex with you under the stars.
>Like an animal, you can’t help but scream and moan.  You’re such a filthy little filly, grinding your little twat against your bed.
>’What a naughty little girl you are~’
AAAAAAH!! ~
>You let yourself lose all over the sheets.  The entire corner of you bed is completely soaked; you’ll deal with it later.
>Before you drift off to sleep your crawl to your side of the bed and place the picture on your night stand.
>But not before kissing it.
Bonsoir mon prince sucré.

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