>"Hello Anonymous!"
>Her voice cuts through your haze of thought as you're walking through Ponyville.
>Rarity is standing on the doorstep of her boutique as you wander by.  She was always friendly to you, but always a little aloof.  You just chalked it up to her being so prim and proper.
>You wave back, your other hand carrying a small piece of paper.
>"Anonymous, is that what I think it is?"  Her voice is almost sing-songy as she gestures towards the paper.  You look down at it before replying.
"Uh, yeah, it is!"
>You had been returning from town when Pinkie Pie had pounced on you, pressing the invitation into your hand before bouncing away.  Presumably she had already stopped by Rarity's.
>"Excellent.  I trust you'll be attending?"
"I uh... hadn't really decided, to be honest."
>She taken aback and blinks a few times.  "Why ever not darling?  Surely you aren't serious, what reason have you not to go?"
>Before you can reply, her eyes light up.  "Oh dear, I completely understand.  You haven't a thing to wear!"
>Uh, that wasn't your reasoning, but you can't deny it.  Didn't get to pack much before you wound up here.
>She continues excitedly.  "Come now Anonymous, we simply must get you some formal wear."  She steps aside, opening the door of the boutique, gesturing you inside with her head.
>You learned a few months ago not to argue with Rarity when she's like this.  You nod politely before entering.
"If you insist."
 
>She has you standing on a small pedestal, arms spread, while her measuring tape dances around you, and she scribbles notes on a pad.
>"You're so oddly shaped... but somehow easier... hmm."
>She's in her artist trance while she murmurs and brainstorms.
>"Narrow in the hips... broad shoulders though, so I should..."
>You're bored out of your mind, but you're still grateful.  You really could use some decent clothes, and... oh hell, how are you going to pay for them?  You've seen her dresses; they must fetch a small fortune.
>The prospect of either being a charity case, or just not being able to pay her causes you to break out into a cold sweat.  Well, you can figure it out later.  
>Rarity is tossing fabric pieces into a pile while pouring over her notes.  She lifts her head and does a double take.  "Anonymous, are you alright?"
"Uh, yeah, just a little nervous."
>She cocks her head and smirks a little.
"About the party!  You know, later."
>She giggles.  "Don't you worry, I'll have you looking quite dapper in no time."
>Rarity gathers the pile of fabric and her notes, levitating the whole deal ahead of her as she makes her way to her work room.  "Now, you just relax a moment, I'll be back before you know it."  She disappears from the room.
>You flop down on her chaise lounge, trying to sort your thoughts.
 
"Anonymous."
>Her voice jolts you awake.  How long had you been out?
"Ah!  Oh."
>She's levitating a pair of dark slacks, a white shirt, and a dark overcoat, all neatly pressed and pleated already.  Her head is thrown back, eyes closed, wearing a proud little smile.
>You stand up and reach out to touch the pants, running your hands over the soft fabric.  Is this silk?
"Wow Rarity... this is awesome, I love it!"
>Her smile goes nuclear now, wide and giddy at your praise.  She bounces a little in place.  She suddenly calms right down before clearing her throat and asking, "Would you care to try them on?"
"Absolutely."
>As quick as a blink, she slides a dressing screen between you two, and hangs the outfit across it.  Well, at least ponies are modest.
>You slip into the clothes she's made for you.  They fit perfectly; her work is masterful.  Even the shoulders fit and flex splendidly.
>You step aside of the screen and brush your hands across your chest.  She nods, pleased with her work, before walking around you to examine more closely.
>"So, how does it feel?"
"It's great.  Fits perfect."
>"Wonderful, I'm so glad it turned out well.  You 'humans' are such an odd shape, but of course, Rarity was up to the challenge."
>She's immodest, but she's earned it.
"Heh.  They feel awesome.  What do I owe you?"
 
"Oh darling, you don't owe me a thing!  It is my pleasure to provide a service for a friend."
>You know she's being genuine, but...
"Rarity, you have a business to run, you can't just give your work away.  Besides, these were custom made for me."
>You try to offer her the small handful of bits in your pocket you earned doing odd jobs.
>She waves a hoof, shooing your hand away.  "R-really, its nothing!  Anonymous, I can't take money from you!"
"No, really, I know I don't have much, but... I can't accept this without paying you."
>"My answer is no, and that's final, Anonymous."  She gently sets her hoof down, but her expression is determined.
>You sigh before withdrawing your hand, returning the coins to your pocket.  You never could argue with Rarity, and you finally admit defeat.
"Fine."
>You finally step back and look into the mirror.  Her handiwork really is exceptional.  She clearly put a lot of effort into this for you.
"Hey... maybe I could work it off?  Help you out around here maybe?"
>She furls her brow a little.  "Hmm... not sure what you could... oh."
"'Oh?'"
>She scratches her chin briefly, before snickering and shaking her head a little.
"Come on, what is it?"
>She sighs, a little amused.  "You know what I could use, Anonymous?"
"Just name it.  Really, I owe you big time for this."
>"Well... I don't have a... companion... for tonight.  Would you care to go with me?"
 
>Its about half an hour before the party starts when you arrive outside Rarity's boutique.  She didn't need to tell you not to be late, but she did anyway.  You're kicking dirt for a few minutes outside before she emerges.
>She's as well-dressed as you would expect, wearing a light-fitting gown and headpiece.  Anyone else, you'd have been impressed, but this is Rarity after all.  She smiles warmly when she spots you.
>As you approach Sugarcube corner, side by side, you're looking forward to relaxing a little.  It's been a while since you've cut loose.
>Everyone is milling about, eating, drinking, and chatting.  You smile and wave to the few ponies you know, while grabbing some baked treats.  Rarity tuts at you before snatching a napkin to wipe the frosting from your mouth.  You giggle, she just purses her lips and shakes her head.
>You pull up a seat for her at the bar before taking one yourself.  You turn to her, and she orders a glass of wine.  You order a whiskey on the rocks.
>She talks shop, predictably.  You try your best to entertain her topics of fashion and influence, nodding and chipping in when you can.  She seems to be having a good time, just sitting and talking.
>You resist the urge to talk about home, instead opting to just listen to what she has to say.
>It occurs to you that maybe she just needed someone to talk to.  You were always a good listener, and it was the least you could do.
 
>The night outside grows dark, and ponies start to depart.
>You ask the barkeep for a... 4th?  Another round, at any rate.  Rarity lays a hoof on your arm and shoots you a look.  You recognize that one; the "You've had enough" look.  Oh well.  Next time.
>You both agree to call it a night.  She's making her rounds now, wishing everyone well, and hugging her friends.  You just awkwardly wave and shuffle off towards the exit.
>Meeting you outside the door, she scolds you for leaving her alone inside.  It was stuffy in there, and its not like you just walked away.  Whatever.
>You offer to walk her home, and she beams at you.  At least you did a something right tonight.
>The walk is quiet and uneventful, and soon you arrive at her boutique.  She climbs the steps before turning to you.
>She starts to wish you goodnight before her eyes lock onto your chest.  "Anonymous!  You... you've spilled *liquor* on your new shirt!"
>You were a little drunk, but you think you would remember this, and you don't.  You look down at yourself to find the spot.
"Wha... where?"
>Before you can find anything, she's flung the boutique door open with a slam.  She sighs, "Come inside, we'll get you cleaned up.  Honestly now, Anonymous, that shirt was new!"
>You sheepishly step inside and she shuts the door behind you, locking the deadbolt.
 
>"Come on, give me the shirt." she demands, and after you take off your coat, she almost snatches it from your hand with her magic.
>"Pants too, you've probably stained those as well."  She gathers them in the air with your shirt and trots off towards the laundry room.
>"Honestly Anonymous, you made a fool of yourself tonight, all while manging to stain this new shirt!  How am I supposed to get brown liquor out of a white shirt?"
>You toss the jacket onto the chaise lounge and plop down alongside it.  Well shit.  Best to just wait around until she's done.
>You lean back on the lounger and sigh.  She's been crabby all night.  
>You run through the night's events: the cupcake, the booze, the early exit.  Wow, you were kind of an ass... or at least more than a little uncouth.  Had to figure she hates uncouth.  Oh well.
>She's only gone for a few minutes before she walks slowly back into the room.  You lift your head to see her heading straight for you.
>Without warning, she leaps and lands atop the lounger, straddling your chest.
 
>Your eyes are as big as dinner plates as Rarity is standing over you, an almost evil look on her face.
>Before you can even speak, she bends down and presses her lips to yours.  
>You seize up initially; her onset is entirely unexpected.  She's practically pressing you down into the lounge with her force.
>In a few seconds, instinct takes over before your brain can fully process this, and you reciprocate the kiss.  She tastes of lilacs, and her hot breath is soft and sweet.
>Wait... you're kissing a pony.  Rather, a pony is kissing you.  Rarity, at that.  Is this... can you do that?  You'd hardly talked to her before tonight...
>Before you can process further, she lifts her head, panting a little, grinning broadly, her eyes batting.
"Rarity... what was that?"
>"That was a kiss, Anonymous.  And so is this."
>She dives back in towards you, this time wriggling her tongue forcefully between your lips.  The flowery taste is even stronger as you tentatively meet her advances.
>Your hands are still gripping the sides of the lounger, still quite surprised by this turn of events.  That, and you're trying to keep yourself still against the forcefulness of her kiss.
>She's starting to vocalize little grunting sounds as she pins her face to yours, your lips flowing against one another in a mock struggle.
 
>You actually start to enjoy this.  You never thought about a pony like this, but... it isn't so different.  Her tongue is warmer and much longer, and... very aggressive.  She tastes wonderful, and her lust is exciting... if confusing.
>You place a hand on either side of her face, and she stills her ravaging pace, slowly coming to a stop and pulling her face away with a lap at your nose and a wide smile.
>You're panting a little yourself now, but you have to figure this out.
"Rarity... what... what's this about?"
>She leans in close to your face again.  "Let me make this more clear for you."  She starts kissing your cheek and neck as she lowers her body against you.
>Her chest is incredibly hot, flushed with passion, and silky smooth.  Its softer than the the finest plush velvet huddled against your bare skin.  Her crotch is over yours, and you can feel the heat radiating from her sex despite the distance.  Her tail dances on your leg while her mane is pressed into your face.
>As she kisses her way across your cheek, she starts to grind her body into yours.  The smooth, furry torso slides up and down against your chest.  Her hips press her red-hot nethers to your stomach; she's dripping wet, and grinding herself into your belly.
>You've never thought about a pony sexually, but you know enough biology to understand what she wants.  She's made herself clear all right.
>To accentuate the point, she moves her kissing muzzle to your ear before whispering, "Rut me, Anonymous.  Fuck me."
 
>She digs her teeth into your neck, freezing you in place.
>You hear the tell-tale sound of magic as her horn glows.  With a couple of forceful tugs, she frees your of your underwear, and your manhood springs up against your belly.
>She leans up on her front legs, her horn still glowing.  She grabs ahold of you with her magic, a devilish grin warping her face as she does so.  "Wow.  Very impressive, Anonymous."
>She pushes with her front hooves, sliding her marehood up against your tip.  She's blistering hot to the touch, and her labia wrap tightly around you as she slides downward.
>Her face screws up in determination as she presses further.  Your first couple of inches enter her, and are gripped tighter than you ever thought possible.  You bite your lip as she continues impaling herself, bit by bit.
>If its possible, she's getting even tighter as presses herself around you.  Eventually, you feel her lips against your sack as she finally reaches the bottom.  She lets loose a satisfied sigh, now completely filled with you.
>You're both locked in place for what seems like forever.  Rarity's a vice around your cock; her sex is deliciously warm and smooth, just barely accommodating your size.
>She puts her hooves over your shoulders, and pulls herself upwards.  You slide out of her, almost to the tip, before she reverses, plowing you back into her in one quick stroke, over and over.
 
>You're both in ecstasy; every stroke presses a tiny bit further into her, and the friction between you is unbelievable.
>You have to be bottoming out in her, but she only pushes harder each time, her head hanging over your face, surrounding your head with her mane.
>Her eyes are clenched shut in blissful agony as she's stretched around you, throwing her body against yours for all she's worth.
>You're no rookie, but... Rarity is something else.  You only just barely fit inside her, and she's literally throwing herself onto you.  You can't last like this, no man or pony could.
>She senses your buildup, and forces you inside her one more time, painfully slow.
>Breathlessly, she implores you.  "Wait.  Not yet."
>Her horn glows again, and she envelopes your hands, bringing them to her flanks.
>She's just as smooth as anywhere else, and you grip her cutie mark tightly in your hand.  She throws her head back and bites her lip.  "Just like that."  Her tail curls around to brush your hand.
>"Now, give it to me."
 
>Her words push you over the edge.  You've got a grip on her now, and you bring her up as far as possible without fully pulling out, then throw her downwards as hard as you can, hilting inside her with a sloppy sound.
>You repeat this over and over and over, plunging again and again into her heavenly marehood, the expression on her face twisting into a visage of climax.  She whimpers and pants as she squeezes even tighter around you.  Her teeth are clenched, and she bites a hoof while she cries out.
>Ignoring her added resistance, you thrust onwards, eventually reaching the point of no return.
>You force her down one last time, burying yourself fully inside her as you release.
>You both grip each other, eventually meeting your dreamy stares.  She's quivering, panting, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.  She's got a silly grin, breathing heavily.
>You are out of breath yourself, the sheer force of the waves of pleasure sapping your energy.
>You reach around her, pulling her into a kiss, this time gently and lovingly.
>Her weight is fully on your chest now, and she strokes your head.  She breaks your embrace, laying her head alongside yours.
>"You may not know how to treat a lady... but you know how to treat a mare."