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>This land of colorful magic ponies wasn't all that bad once you got used to it.

>You still caught your head on the occasional doorframe, but it's a lot less frequent than when you'd first arrived.

>The ponies were remarkably friendly once they figured out you weren't some horrible monster from the Everfree Forest.

>A bunch of questions from Twilight, a visit from the Princesses to formally welcome you to Equestria, and it's like you were always here.

>No constant stares, just friendly waves.

>The food was the trickiest thing to adjust to.

>Flowers and hay may be fine for the locals, but you needed foodier foods.

>Fluttershy really saved your bacon on that front.

>While Ponyville may not get enough meateaters passing through for the shops and restaurants to carry meat, she kept a stock of it for her less cuddly animal friends, and you were able to work out a deal with her to get some on a regular basis.

>Between that and being careful what you order at restaurants, you were set.

>The closest thing you had to a major issue was clothes.

>"Would you quit fidgeting, if these measurements aren't accurate, your new pants won't fit right."

>Specifically, the fact that you can't make it more than a few days without Rarity making some more clothes for you.

>Which is why you were currently standing in your underwear with tape measurers magicking around you.

>You'd been lucky so far, but you were dreading the day that getting your inseam measured makes you pop a boner, since Rarity is always /right there/ making sure the tape is going where it needs to.

>Her breath on your upper thighs certainly doesn't help matters, but you manage to keep it down long enough for her to finish measuring you, once again delaying the inevitable.

>Though she seemed professional enough when working that she probably wouldn't make any comments.

>At first, anyway.

>She'd probably slyly bring it up during one of her regular "sorry for inconveniencing you all the time to measure you" dinners.

>How she managed to never get your measurements written down was a mystery for the ages.

>The dinners were nice though, it was always some fancy place, so she could dress up in something she'd made to match your latest formal attire.

>Dinner conversation inevitably drifted towards mares, and if any had caught your eye.

>"There must be somepony drifting through your mind by now, Anonymous."

"I've told you before, it's not that simple. You've got griffons and minotaurs and whatever else, your culture is used to the idea of interspecies relationships. We just had humans, so I've got centuries of cultural baggage telling me it's wrong to look at anything other than another human in that way."

>"Surely it can't be--"

"And on top of that, you're all small enough to be children to me, and I'd hope Equestria has similar views on /that/."

>"Err, yes. It does."

"Not to say I'm doomed to be forever alone, but it's gonna take some time for my mind to fully switch over to how things work here."

>"One should hope it won't take too long, you won't be a young stallion forever."

"And I suppose once it does happen, you'll be insisting I tell you everything, in detail."

>Rarity pulls back, her expression shocked.

>"What sort of mare do you think I am?"

"One who can't resist some juicy gossip material."

>"...You know me too well."

"So how about you, still sworn off all romance forever, or have you decided that not all of us are like that Blueblood guy?"

>"Well, I probably shouldn't say anything, but..."

>She leans in close, whispering conspiratorially.

>"There is somepony I'm keeping an eye on. Still too early to say if they're a keeper, but so far it looks promising."

"Out with it, then. Are they local, do I know them?"

>"Now now, even you with your foreign culture should know better than to ask such things. I've already said far too much."

"It's not Big Macintosh, is it?"

>Rarity chokes on her tea, spraying it quite an impressive distance.

>Aside from the portion splattered all over you, anyway.

>"Good heavens Anonymous, warn me before you say something crazy like that. Don't get me wrong, he is certainly a wonderful example of a stallion, he's just, well, too /country/ for my tastes."

"It couldn't be all that bad, some applebucking would probably do wonders for your... uh..."

>If looks could kill, you would be very dead right now, and if you don't figure out how to recover, you may well end up dead anyway.

"Business?"

>"Really. Do go on, I'm /dying/ to hear where you're going with this."

"...You, uh, make a lot of, erm, fancy stuff, but perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to make something practical, and the best way to tell what would work would be to go out and do some of the physical activities ponies engage in."

>Silence reigns as Rarity considers your words.

>"I've tried practical attire before, there's simply not enough interest. Still, it was an admirable recovery. You don't need to worry about paying for dinner, but I /do/ expect some assistance with a little errand tomorrow."

"What sort of errand?"

>"The old castle in the Everfree is positively filled with ancient tapestries, and they're practically falling apart from neglect. I've been bringing some back to my boutique for restoration, but they're frightfully heavy, so a big strong stallion such as yourself would be perfect to to have along."

"Lovely. When do I need to be ready?"

>"Hmm. Let's say around 8, gives us plenty of daytime to work with."

"Sounds reasonable. Shall you settle the bill, that I might escort you home, m'lady?"

>A familiar smile creeps across Rarity's face at your words.

>"The damage is already done, darling, false flattery will get you nowhere."

"It got you to lighten up a bit, that's not nothing."

>"I suppose not. Perhaps you are smarter than you look after all."

>You weren't quite sure why, but all of your dinners managed to end with throwing verbal jabs back and forth.

>She probably used it as a way to let off steam.

"I should hope so, otherwise you're right there in the moron bin next to me for putting up with me like this."

>Goodness knows you did.

>"Does it have to be /right/ next to you? There tends to be a bit of an odor if nopony has reminded you to bathe."

"That's just a defense mechanism against that awful stuff you ponies call perfume."

>"I'll have you know that I had this special-ordered all the way from Saddle Arabia."

"Is it too late you get your money back?"

>"Hmph! Well if you're going to be such an uncultured simpleton, then I will be seeing myself home. Good evening, Anonymous, do make sure you are on time for that errand."

>And dinner was finally over.

>Rarity was a bit of a sore loser, but if there was any lasting negative effect on your friendship over it, she hasn't let on.

>It certainly hasn't stopped her from making clothes for you every other day.

>You say your goodbyes and leave, with no response from the stubborn mare.

>The walk home was uneventful, and once you got home, you made sure some of your emergency bacon was ready for breakfast.

>Picking out a set of suitable clothes from your overly crowded closet, you set it aside for wearing tomorrow, then set your alarm and went to bed.

 

>Morning came with a vague sense of dread, though you knew the worst that would happen would be having to carry a bunch of old tapestries.

>The smell and sound of cooking bacon did wonders to improve your mood.

>After breakfast, you took a nice shower, got dressed, and headed out to Rarity's.

>She'd said 8, but knowing her, showing up early would be best, so she can't try and complain that you were late.

>Unsurprisingly, you find her outside her door, saddlebags across her back and a smile on her face.

>"Ah, there you are Anonymous, I was starting to wonder if you'd forgotten."

"I'm 10 minutes early, Rarity."

>"Yes, well when I said 8, I meant we would be leaving at 8, not that you should get here at 8."

"Judging by your saddlebags, you ought to be ready to go already, and I'm ready to go, so unless you'd like to sit and chat for a few minutes, I'd say we're doing good so far."

>"And I'm sure you'd love to just loaf around instead of getting work done, but that won't be happening on my watch. Come along, the castle awaits."

>The journey through the Everfree was boring, with nothing to distract you from Rarity explaining more about the castle and her trips to it.

>"When I'd first come out here to restore some of the tapestries, I had a dreadful time. It'd turned out that my friends had shown up for their own reasons, and we ended up giving each other such a fright before we figured out what was going on."

"Mhmm."

>"That's unlikely to happen again, obviously, but we'd also figured out that the castle was positively full of secret passages and trapdoors and the like, so do be careful once we get there, I'd hate for you to get stuck in some dark hole with no way out."

"Mmm, yeah, I can see how that'd be bad. How much farther is it, anyway?"

>"Nearly there, we should be able to see it once we're around this bend."

>Sure enough, there was the old castle, in all its crumbling glory.

>"Now, I've already been through the main hall on previous visits, so we'll be exploring the side passages today."

"Lead on, fearless leader."

>"That's quite enough of that, dear, if you want to flatter me, you need to sound like you mean it."

>It didn't take long to find the first tapestries in need of work.

>"Hmm, these ones are actually in fairly good condition, I can just take a few minutes and have them done right here. Feel free to look around a bit for more, but don't go too far, remember what I'd said about the traps and such."

>There was a whole lot of not much within earshot of Rarity chattering away to herself as she worked, so you came back and lounged against a wall, watching her fix a small tear.

>As you shifted to scratch an itch, the brick your shoulder was leaning against pushed in with an audible click, and the whole wall started to rumble.

>You pull away from the moving wall as Rarity looks up, the noise distracting her from her work.

>"I thought I told you to be careful, Anonymous, goodness knows what's going to be on the other side of that..."

>Her admonishment trails off as her gaze shifts from you to the opening behind you, and you turn to see what she sees.

>Tapestries.

>A /lot/ of tapestries.

>"WahaHA~! I knew bringing you along was a good idea, just LOOK at all these tapestries! So exquisitely designed, and they're practically untouched! This must be some kind of sealed storeroom, for them to be so well-preserved. Oh, we simply must bring some back to Ponyville so I can take proper notes on the techniques."

>As she babbles on about fashion nonsense, you take in the room.

>It wasn't set up like a storeroom, the tapestries were positioned and angled so you could see them all from a central point.

>And the tapestries themselves...

"Rarity?"

>She doesn't respond, still lost in her frenzy of inspiration.

"Rarity!"

>"Anonymous, it is /rude/ to interrupt a lady like that, what is so important that you need to shout like some sort of ruffian?"

"Have you looked at these tapestries?"

>"Of course I have, haven't you been liste--"

"No, have you looked at what's ON the tapestries?"

>"What do you mean?"

>She looks over at the closest selection. "It's probably just some mundane points of history that weren't important enough... to..."

>Her tail slowly rises as she realizes what she's looking at.

>"Oh. Oh, my."

>She slowly starts to turn about, taking in the rest of the tapestries around her.

>"Oh /my/."

>Finally, she comes to a stop, facing you.

>"I think I see what you mean, Anonymous. It wouldn't be at all proper having these in my boutique."

"Oh come on, it can't be that much worse than those books you read all the time."

>"Those books happen to be tasteful romance novels, this is... LEWD!"

>She stomps her hoof for emphasis on the word.

"If you say so, I don't really know anything about how you ponies, uh, 'do things', to be able to judge for myself. Is that one even physically possible?"

>You point to a depiction of two alicorns, the stallion reared up on his hind legs, supporting the mare by her flanks as he fellates her horn, her hind legs spread wide to show off everything that's going on down there.

>Rarity gapes at you for a few moments, then her mind completely snaps, based on how her expressions changes from a mixture of shock and disgust to a simple smile.

>She moves in closer, her horn lighting up.

>"I don't see why it wouldn't be, though a certain degree of flexibility would be required. The mare having wings certainly makes it easier, it means she can support her own weight to a degree. Anyway, you'd simply need to have your grip properly on her flanks, otherwise you risk dropping her, which would be quite unfortunate if you happen to be inside her at the time..."

>As she talks, she grabs your hands with her telekinesis, spinning around so she can place them on her warm, smooth flank.

"Rarity, what are you doing?"

>"Whatever do you mean?"

"If I tried doing this, you'd have knocked me across the room."

>"That would be because if /you/ did it, you would be some monstrous brute trying to take advantage of a poor helpless mare like myself."

"That still doesn't explain why you're putting my hands on your flank."

>"Quite simply, darling, I want you. I have been polite enough to not approach you about it, given the cultural issues you've mentioned, but if stumbling across the Royal Porn Stash isn't enough to get it in your head that we're just as much intelligent creatures with needs as you, then you are a lost cause."

"And you don't think this is all a bit sudden?"

>"I don't see why it would be, we've gone on plenty of dates, and you've been the perfect gentlecolt. Most of the time. So do I need to deal with the urges this... smut chamber has given me by myself, or are you going to be a gentlecolt and help?"

>You take a few moments to survey the situation.

>Rarity's flushed form, head turned back to face you as your hands remain securely on her flank where she'd placed them.

>A look farther down reveals a small puddle from her leaking juices.

>The tapestries around you, full of all sorts of exotic positions to try out, assuming they can be translated to a human participant easily enough.

>And your boner, straining against the clothes holding it back.

>You go ahead and undo your pants, kicking your shoes off as you remove your underwear, leaving Rarity transfixed at the sight of your exposed erection.

"So, can we start with you handling yourself for a bit?"

>"No!"

"Fair enough."

>Before she has a chance to react, you bring your hands back down to Rarity's flank, then hoist her up so you're more or less in the position from the section of tapestry you'd picked out.

>You are rewarded with a squeak of surprise as she vainly kicks about with her hind legs, your hold on her keeping them well off to the sides.

>"Now look here, Anonymous, just because I said yoummmmm!"

>Whatever she was about to say is lost as you reach down and give her a deep kiss.

>With her struggling at a temporary end, you manage to shift your hold on her so you can balance her with one hand, leaving the other free to guide yourself towards her entrance.

>She shudders as you first brush across it, and you repeat the gesture a few times, causing her to squirm as she attempts to lower herself onto you.

>"Improper... to t-tease... lady..." is all she can manage in between her heavy panting.

>Giving her another kiss to get her to hold still again, you finally give her what she wants, her whole body tensing up in your arms as you penetrate her.

>Her head pushes back against your chest, eyes squeezed shut as you move deeper and deeper into her depths.

>Finally, when her hips meet yours and you can go no deeper, she opens her eyes and looks up at you, her eyes filled with lust.

>She stretches her neck up towards you as you begin to lift her back off of you, and you meet her halfway with a kiss.

>At first you can barely reach, but as you continue to pull her up, the kiss increases in intensity.

>Back at the top, you finally break away, Rarity fighting to keep the kiss going.

>For a few moments, you simply stare into each others' eyes.

>And then you lowered her back down.

>"Ooh AnonnnnnnNNN..."

>She clenched her eyes shut for a moment, but when they reopened, they were still locked onto yours.

>Bringing her back up, you give her another kiss, followed by a sudden thrust.

>It was an awkward motion, and you nearly dropped her in the process, but the sensation of her moaning into your mouth was well worth it.

>The cycle of pressed on, though it didn't take long before you slowed down enough to carefully spin Rarity around, allowing you to more properly look at each other as you brought her up for a kiss on the lips, then back down for a more intimate kiss on her other lips.

>Feeling your end approaching, you adjusted your hold on Rarity, dropping down to a kneeling stance, then slowed your motions, looking for her decision.

>Too overcome for words, a weak smile and a nod was her only response.

>Your pace increases, reducing what was previously deep, passionate kisses into quick, lust-filled pecks, before there wasn't time for them at all.

>Then the final thrust arrived, and you pulled her head up into a kiss as you erupted deep within her loins.

>The rest of her body went limp, but even lost in the throes of ecstasy, she returned the kiss with the same vigor she'd shown from the start.

>As the seconds ticked past, your own legs finally gave out, and you rolled backwards, pulling Rarity up onto your chest as the kiss continues.

>After an eternity, Rarity finally pulls away from the kiss, her eyes still fixed on yours.

>She leans back in, bringing her mouth next to your ear, and whispers the words you already knew.

>"I love you."

>Then she rests her head on your chest and looks at you with those beautiful eyes, until they slowly drift shut as her breathing slows down.

>Not wanting to interrupt her well-earned rest, you carefully reach over to your discarded pants and ball them up as an impromptu pillow, then watch your sleeping love until you join her.