>"Hello Anonymous."
>Her voice cuts through the steady murmur of the crowded party.  You thought you had found a somewhat solitary place, but apparently not.  Sometimes its hard being the odd ball in a crowd.
>You turn your head, suddenly snapping to attention at the mention of your name.  The white unicorn is getting comfortable on the wrap-around couch, on the side perpendicular to yours.  She's tugging at her dress, concerned with appearances as always.  You sit up straight on the couch before responding.
"Oh, hey Rarity.  How's it going?"
>She turns askew a little to face you, still meddling with her dress.  "I'm quite well, thank you!"  She smiles as you says those final two words.  "And yourself?"
>Dodging her glance, you reply, nodding for emphasis.
"Good, I've been good."
>"Glad to hear it!"  Her voice is enthusiastic, genuinely happy for you.
>A waiter comes by, and Rarity levitates a glass of wine off of his tray, without a word from either party.  Turning her attention back to you, she continues.  "And how is your job treating you?"
>You turn your head to see her taking a long sip from the glass.  Her eyes are mostly closed as she drinks.
"I reckon its been alright.  It's work, I guess."
>She swallows the wine and snickers.  "'Reckon', ohhhh, come now Anonymous.  I think you've been spending entirely too much time with those farm ponies."  She's almost smirking at you now.
>What the hell do you say to that?  Not really knowing, you just shrug and give a half-grin.
>She shakes her head.  "I'm sorry, I shouldn't judge.  Applejack is my friend and she's a very hard worker."  She nods to emphasize her point before continuing.  "I'm sure you are too, and that's why she hired you."
"Heh, yeah I r... guess."
>You hang your head a little.  You never were good at small talk, much less with ponies.  You swirl your drink in your glass.  Equestrian wine is too sweet for you anyway.
>Your idle thoughts are interrupted by a soft tapping sound.  "Anonymous."  Her voice is softer now and she's staring a hole in you while tapping a cigarette on a thin metal case.  "Is everything alright?"
>Her eyes still fixed on you, she lights the cigarette, awaiting your response.
"Yeah, things are fine."
>Her expression is unchanged as she blows a puff of smoke aside, tossing out her match.  You continue.
"Really, I'm fine.  Just... kinda nervous around... all these ponies."
>For a moment you were afraid she would misinterpret the words 'these ponies', but she just dons a sympathetic look.  "Oh, this has to be so hard for you!  Such a big busy party, and you hardly know any pony here!"
>She takes a deep drag from her cigarette before standing up, once again straightening her dress.  She walks a few steps towards you, taking a new seat a foot or two away.
>She leans over and pats you on the leg.  "Well, you know me!  I'll keep you company."  Still looking sympathetic, she gives you a little smile.
>Finally exhaling the smoke, she pats your thigh twice before leaning back on the couch again.  She studies the burning cigarette for a moment.
>You're both quiet for a while, your mind wandering a bit.  You didn't even know ponies smoked.  Wine was a natural thing after seeing the amount of fruit they eat, though.  Parties, well, everyone likes a get-together.  But there's a shitload of ponies here.  You're actually thankful to Rarity for keeping you distracted from the teeming, yammering crowd.
>You can't help but chuckle a little at the situation, still studying your now-warm glass of wine.
>Rarity's voice snaps you from your reverie.  "Anonymous..."  You can't help but notice how she always uses your first name, not 'Anon' like everyone else.  You turn your head to see her leaning towards you a little.
>"Has anyone ever told you what a handsome gentleman you are?"
>Her words cut through your slight alcohol buzz like a butter knife.  You blink incredulously for a full couple of seconds, not quite believing what you heard.
>Your head flies back and a hearty belly laugh bursts from your chest.  You point at her with an "oh you" expression as your laughter tapers off.
>She's blushing a little, her brow furling at your reaction.  "I'm serious Anonymous!"  She jabs your thigh with a hoof.  "Don't laugh, I mean it!  Any mare would be lucky to have you!"
>Her face droops a short moment after.  "Or any human girl," she utters.  She turns her attention back to her cigarette, which has developed a long ash.  She flicks the ash into the ashtray nearby before putting it to her lips again.  Before she exhales, she polishes off the last half of her wine glass in one swig.
>She's staring at the now-empty glass as her words are still ringing in your ears.  Was she serious?  Was she just drunk?  She looks... not hurt, but embarassed maybe?  She just showed her hand, don't leave her hanging.
"Heh... well thanks Rarity.  I'm glad... someone... thinks so."
>You give your most genuine smile as you reach out and touch her shoulder.  She seems to come to life under your finger tips.
>Turning to meet your eyes, she touches your hand with her right hoof, and smiles.  "I meant it, really!  You're a gentleman and you would be a catch for anyone."  She pauses, and sets her wine glass down.
>Taking one more hit from the cigarette, she tosses it in the tray before speaking again.  "Anyone."  She turns to face you again.  "Mare or... otherwise."
>She's almost staring a hole in you now, and a devilish grin crosses her face.
"If you say so... I guess- hmmph!"
>Your sentence is cut off as your arm is gently brushed aside by a magical glow, and the unicorn is now straddling your lap, her muzzle pressed to your mouth.
>Goddess, it's been a long, long time since you'd felt the warmth of another.  But... a pony?  What the hell?
>Your initial shock wears off quickly, as her curious tongue probes your lips and eventually finds its way to your own.  You'd never really thought about... well, a pony that way, or really Rarity for that matter, but you can't deny that she feels... good.  Really good.  Not quite human, but... close enough.  It has been a long time, after all.
>Her hooves are wrapped around your neck, pulling your face into her own.  Her chest is pressed firmly into yours.  She's warm, flushed, every part of her, to the touch.  Your hands instictively move to her sides, and you feel the soft, delicate white fur stand on end at your touch.
>Her breath is hot against your face, as she pulls you into her kiss.  Her breathing is quick and shallow, almost desperate, as your tongues dance together.  She lets loose a gutteral sound as the two of you finally synchronize your movements.  
>She briefly goes limp in your arms, but then breaks the kiss to lean back.  Her eyes are low; her breathing rapid and jagged.  You finally open your eyes to see her.  You're still taken aback; she's come on to you incredibly strong, and seemingly out of nowhere.
>She's panting, her breath heavy with wine against your face.  The crowd suddenly roars a little at some unknown event, and she pulls you into another tight embrace, this time your heads side-by-side, with her mouth to your ear.
>"Grab my flank," she whispers forcefully.  Before you can react, you feel your hand being drawn to her hips in a magical aura.  Your hand grasps the soft, supple flesh beneath her dress, her magic combining with nature's drive.  You clench your hand on her, meanwhile pressing your lips to her soft, hot neck.  
>She gasps into your ear, releasing an indescribable sound as she exhales a ragged breath.  "Yes, yes," she hisses before she pulls you into another deep kiss.
>Thank Celestia the crowd is distracted, because your hands have started to roam.  Beneath her dress, her body is red-hot to the touch as she squirms in your lap.  You explore her sides, chest, and legs as the other ponies remain oblivious, cheering at some unseen event.
>Rarity plants her hooves on your collarbone, pushing slightly to release herself again from your grasp.  Breathlessly, she utters, "Let's get the hell out of here."