Last time on Rarity “Quest:”
 
        After the show at the theater, a storm threatened to delay you from your dinner with Celestia. Conveniently enough, Princess Luna herself gave you a ride in her personal coach after seeing you trying to wave down a cab outside the theater.
 
        Dinner itself was....something. Luna drank quite a bit rather quickly, asked you to rub her mane, and Rarity got a pep talk from Celestia that led to an intimate evening involving a hot tub, massages, and entertainment of the more carnal variety.
 
        Now it is the next morning, and you awake slowly to a quiet room. The only sound is the gentle breathing of the white pony that lay in your arms, her silken mane unkempt from your night together. A  content smile is on her face even as she slumbers, and you can't help but smile at the sight.
 
        It's a new day, one free of obligations with Princesses. So the only important question is: What will you do now?
 
>You decide to spend as much time as you can with Rarity in your arms, squeezing her as you pull her closer to you, burying your face in her mane as she lets out a gentle hum.
>You kiss her on the head before looking about the room, until your eyes rest on the magical clock across from the bed.
>You whisper at it, instructing it to order breakfast for two.
>It responds equally softly, "Breakfast in bed for two. Estimated time, thirty minutes."
 
>Plenty of time, you decide as you resume your cuddling of the sleeping Rarity, running a hand through her mane and holding in a laugh as her ear twitches adorably.
 
>Your eyes snap open and you urgently whisper at the clock to have the chef make the food elsewhere. It confirms, and you relax a little, though your little panic attack has now woken you up quite effectively.
>You yawn and stretch a little, trying not to disturb Rarity.
 
>Your movements shift Rarity, and she rubs her right eye with a hoof as she rolls onto her back, stretching her hind legs under the covers and inhaling deeply.
>"Mmmm…..Morning, already?"
>She turns her head, seeing you sitting upright, and smiles a little as she blinks away her sleepiness, her front hooves coming to rest against her chest.
>"Good morning. I hope last night was….enjoyable?"
 
>You toy with the end of her mane with a hand, "The Seamstress put on a wonderful show. In fact, I think the audience is still giving her a standing ovation," you say with a wink.
 
>She laughs, her eyes twinkling as she takes a sitting position beside you, "Do they request an encore?"
>"Oh, they're waiting anxiously, I assure you," you say, cupping Rarity's face in your hands. One of Rarity's hooves come up and hold onto your right hand as she leans forward and your lips meet in a passionate kiss.
>While your lips are locked you feel her other hoof prod around your waist. You don't remember putting boxers on after your romp last night, but you're sort of glad you did as you feel Rarity fish your boner out between the flaps, running the side of her hoof against it, the short fur on her legs tickling in a not unpleasant sensation.
>The kiss breaks and Rarity chuckles to herself as she continues stroking you beneath the sheets, "And here I worried that I might have been too….upfront, last night."
 
>You chuckle as well, "I…worried about that myself. If you hadn't made it clear what you wanted….well…"
>She smiles before kissing you again, her hoof still moving up and down slowly, pressing into your shaft a little harder each time.
>She breaks the kiss off as you move a hand towards her flank, her other hoof whipping around to slap your wrist rather hard this time, "Ah ah, not this time. The audience must watch the actress, they do not participate in the performance."
>Before you can retort a pillow casing comes off the pillow she was sleeping on, a blue magical field around it as it flattens and darts to your hands, wrapping itself around them and tying your hands together, before forming a cute bow on top.
>"Well," she continues the earlier conversation, "during dinner last night, Celestia gave me some….advice." She looks at you, her expression soft and caring, "Never before have I felt so….transparent, as when she spoke to me. She hit the nail on the head, as they say."
>She shakes her head, "I'm sorry, I'm getting off track again. What I mean is, she told me to just put myself out there, for you. So…."
>She drops the sentence as she tosses back the sheets with magic, ceasing her stroking to move her head to your member, her hooves draped across your thigh as you feel her hot breath against you.
>She giggles, suddenly, "I couldn't tell last night, in that dimly lit bathroom. But looking at it like this, it's almost cute." She gives your tip a kiss, sending a shiver up your spine as her wet lips meet your twitching cock. "I could just…"
>She breathes a heavy breath onto you before slowly taking your cock into her elegant mouth, her tongue playfully dancing across your tip as she takes you in.
 
>She continues downward, until the upper half of your member is in her hot mouth, her tongue swirling around your tip, her head bobbing slightly.
>Though your hands are tied, you move them to her mane, desiring to push her further until her magic field moves your hands away from her, holding them at level with your face as she gives you a look out the corner of her eye before withdrawing, leaving your saliva soaked member exposed to the suddenly cold air.
>"Now now, I told you, no touching," she moves, straddling your lap in a kneeling position as she leans against your chest, her face level with yours and your hands magically held just behind her head.
>"Should I…punish you?" she asks playfully as she lowers her body, her rapidly moistening snatch touching your cock teasingly. She raises herself back up, only to gently lower herself back to a gentle touching position, letting your tip part her folds delicately before raising herself up again.
>She lowers herself again, this time grinding against your shaft, her hips swaying forward and back, re-wetting your member as she begins to pant, her hot breath hitting your face and neck as she leans in to kiss your neck.
 
>You're panting heavily too at her teasing, your desire to flip her over and ruin these sheets completely filling your mind.
>Rarity sees the look on your face and smiles despite herself, leaning into a hard kiss, her tongue entering your mouth as she grinds away, grunting with every other sway of her hips.
>When she lowers her head to catch her breath, her horn comes dangerously close to your face.
>And gives you an idea.
>Without warning you put your lips around the tip of her horn, making her jump with a gasp. And for a moment, you feel yourself regain some control of your hands.
>Before you can put them to use her head whips back and you find your hands held in the iron-like grip of her magic again.
>She smiles, her cheeks red and her breath heavy, "N-naughty, naughty, ah~," she moans as she raises herself and slaps her flank down onto your thighs, slapping your shaft with her folds.
 
>You give a grunt, breathing through your teeth as you struggle to hold on.
>Rarity notices, a sly grin on her face between expressions of pleasure.
>"Can't, hah~, hold on much longer, c-can you?"
>She leans forward again, licking your neck with her warm tongue, slowly moving her head down to your chest and flicking her tongue over an erect nipple which sends a feeling like lightning through your body. Any moment now, and you're done.
>She sees you tensing as she raises herself up and slaps down against you again, harder this time. She moans and bites her lip, a long strand of her mane covering her right eye with the movement.
 
>Rarity raises herself again, this time a little too high, allowing your member to stand tall once again without her weight on it.
>When she thrusts her hips down again, the hardest out of the set, she thrusts you into her with all the force her hips can muster.
>You're almost certain the cry she gives out can be heard all the way at the palace.
>The pent up tension and the force of your entrance make you blow your load inside her as the sudden intrusion forces her to orgasm as well. All that teasing really did something to you, you think as you unload strand after thick strand into her while she twitches uncontrollably around your member, soaking your crotch in your mixed fluids. Her entire body shakes and she grips your neck with her hooves as she moans continuously, her cry finally giving way to relieved panting as both your orgasms eventually end.
 
>You realize you can move your hands again, and promptly hug Rarity's exhausted body to your own as the two of you pant and try to find the will to move.
>After a few minutes, you move your arms to move Rarity off of you, but she tells you to stop in a near panicked voice.
>"N-no! Don't….not here, we'll, we'll ruin these elegant sheets!"
>The absolute absurdity of her concern makes you laugh uncontrollably, and she puffs her cheeks out in indignation for a moment.
>"If you don't carry me to the bathroom right this instant, you'll never get another performance like that again!"
>You cease your laughing when you realize she's serious, promptly trying to swing your legs over the side of the bed so you can move again. Your legs are jello-like, and it takes some effort to move them properly, but eventually you manage to stand, Rarity in your arms, the two of you still connected, and wobble your way to the bathroom.
>You turn the shower on and step into the streams of hot water, Rarity clinging to your neck and inhaling sharply when the water first hits her. After the two of you acclimate to the temperature, she gently asks you to lower her.
>With an audible pop, the two of you part, and you gently lower Rarity to the floor of the shower, where she lies down on her belly for a moment to catch her breath, still winded from her "performance."
>You recall you ordered breakfast for the two of you, and offhandedly mention it to Rarity before grabbing a bar of soap to scrub the two of you with.
>She takes the bar of soap from you via magic when you move to scrub her, "As much as I love the gesture, darling, you do remember what happened when you did that last night, don't you?" She smiles, flipping her soaked mane and batting her eyelashes, "I know I'm absolutely ravishing, but do try to contain yourself."
 
>"You make that a feat of endurance, dear," you say, emphasis on the "dear," with only slight mock in your tone.
>She runs the bar of soap across your junk, gently, with her magic, making you squirm a little.
>"I could make it much, much tougher. You should keep that in mind," despite her words her tone carries affection with every syllable.
>She resumes washing her now soaked, white body, until her short fur is lathered sufficiently. The two of you rinse off, then wash your hair, no more playfully snide comments being said as you finish up.
>You exit the shower, grabbing a red phoenix towel to dry off with, Rarity grabbing the one with Celestia's emblem on it for herself.
>You throw some boxers on as she wanders into the living area, calling over shoulder, "It seems our breakfast is here, shall I pour you some coffee? Oh, and they even brought some pastries!"
 
>"Yes, please," You call into the living room as you put on some casual clothes for the day.
>When you exit you find your little dining table covered in plates, a large silver tray with a dome cover sitting in the center, with a small drink cart next to the table.
>Rarity drops some cream and sugar into the coffee she's preparing, placing it next to one of the two seats for you.
>She pours herself a coffee, adding only sugar before she takes her own seat. You sit across from her as she lifts the silver cover, revealing heaps of steaming hotcakes with butter dribbling down the sides, a large pile of hashbrowns on the other half of the plate, crisp and golden brown.
>She pulls two pancakes and some hashbrowns to her own plate, then sends another set of pancakes and hashbrowns to your plate with her magic.
>She grabs jelly from the lower shelf of the cart to put on a piece of toast from a side plate as you dig into your pancakes. Her little performance really took a lot out of you, and though you suspect she's starving as well she's much better at hiding it.
>"So, what shall we do today?" She asks before taking a bite of her toast.
 
>"Hey, what was that tune you were humming yesterday? Before we left for the play, I mean."
>Rarity nearly spits out her coffee, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin as she regains herself.
>"You heard that?"
>You nod, wondering why she's so flustered.
>"W-well, it was nothing. Just a tune I came up with once while working some time ago." She resumes eating her breakfast, though with a little less grace than before, taking large bites out of her pancakes and getting butter on her cheeks.
>You hold any other questions until the two of you have finished your main course, setting silverware and plates aside. You retrieve a pastry from a small dessert platter and offer one to Rarity.
>"Oh, no, I've had my fill of cream for a while, thank you."
>You laugh and she blushes furiously, "I-I meant the creme de menthe pastry for lunch yesterday! And you still haven't told me what we're doing today!"
>You tell her to calm down, you plan to take her shopping today.
 
>"Shopping?" her eyes light up, and she holds her hooves together over her chest once again, "Oh, you really do know how to treat a lady right! Tell me, what are we going to go shopping for? Dresses? Bridles? Gems and jewelry? Oh there's so much to look at and try on! Where do we even start?"
>"May I suggest the Canterlot store known as 'The Roundup,'", the enchantment calls out from nowhere, "It has the latest in bridle fashion, both for formal occasions and private affairs."
 
>Nothing stops you and Rarity from freely spitting out your collective drinks at this surprising news.
>"G-gifted? Celestia's….private….suite?" Rarity is delirious, stumbling out of her chair and falling onto the couch. You aren't certain she's still conscious.
>"Woah, woah, woah, why would she gift me this suite?" You ask the enchantment.
>"She notes that she had not been using it anyway, and that it is suitable for who she considers to be an ambassador. She notes that you claim to reside in Ponyville, so this is for your use whenever you are in Canterlot," it pauses as though reading a list, "She also notes fair treatment of her subjects. One 'Rarity' in particular. It states, 'Should you desire to visit Canterlot with a guest or significant other, this suite shall hereby be open to your exclusive use, as a sign of goodwill, and to encourage growth between our species.'"
 
>It still sounds absolutely absurd, but who are you to turn down such a gift? Wait, that bit about Rarity…..
>"Ahem," the enchantment continues, surprisingly efficient at emulating someone's speech patterns, "The private chef shall be recalled to the palace, but the suite shall remain stocked for any visits you might make. Additionally, stores will be notified to give you a slight discount, as per your new status. All these things she extends to you, may your future be filled with friendship and happiness."
 
>"Wait, 'encourage growth?'"
>The room is silent for a moment.
>"The transcription is accurate to my understanding. Does this not make sense?"
>Makes a bit too much sense, you think to yourself with a laugh.
>"No, no that's alright. Can you send her my deepest thanks? This is a lot to take in all at once, but I want to thank her sincerely."
>"A missive will be arranged and sent immediately."
>With that you decide to check on Rarity, who still lies on the couch silently.
>You walk over to check on her to find her with her eyes open. She's conscious, but her pupils are a tad dilated and she's muttering to herself. You wave a hand in front of her face and she slowly snaps out of it, blinking quickly and putting a hoof to her head as she sits up.
>"I-I'm sorry, did I fall asleep? I swear I dreamed that Celestia….gifted the entire suite to you."
>"No, that's accurate," you reply, putting your arm around her as she threatens to collapse again.
>You briefly run down the details with her, her mouth agape the entire time.
 
>It takes some time, but Rarity finally wraps her head around the situation, making her nothing but smiles as she bounces on the couch energetically.
>"You're an ambassador now! You have access to an exclusive suite that many could only dream of being in, let alone owning! And, and, and….."
>"And I've got the perfect mare to share it with," you say, looking into her eyes.
>She stops bouncing, and her eyes tear up before she tackles you right off the couch with a thud, gripping you so hard you can't move your arms.
>It takes a good half hour to get her to let go so you can take her shopping. And even then the smile never leaves her face, nor the bounce ever leaves her step.
 
>You and Rarity set out for the bridle shop known as The Roundup, the ponies on the street still stopping to watch you pass. Some wave in a friendly manner, while others just sort of stare.
>You arrive at The Roundup to find a store mostly bereft of shoppers, though a few wander the rows of bridles mounted on pegs and pony sized mannequins. Though most have the same shape, many have lacing, gems, straps, or something just slightly different about them to stand out from the others. Rarity browses the rows with a discerning eye, giggling the whole time, even as she calls some gaudy or unappealing.
>Eventually her eyes settle on one; A dark brown saddle with a laced flank cover of gold, the handle of the saddle gilded silver, and the joints of the bit ruby red gems.
>She looks it over once, twice, three times, circling around it and looking from every angle, commenting on the gems, the fabric, the material of the saddle itself.
>"This, this is perfect! It can be used for both formal gatherings and private use, without looking gaudy in either! I bet it's comfy too, with that padded inside. But how much do they want?"
 
>A stallion wearing a suit and monocle wanders over, his grey mustache looking trimmed and regal as he speaks with Rarity.
>"Miss, I noticed you looking over this fine bridle and couldn't help but think you'd look absolutely fetching in it. Don't you agree?"
>Rarity nods emphatically, "Oh yes, though I'm certain one of this quality would look good on almost any pony!"
>The stallion nods, "You certainly have an eye for quality."
>"I do hate to ask," Rarity begins, "but, how much is this?"
>"400 bits is the standard price," he says. Rarity's face sinks a little, before her eyes glint and she pulls you to her side, "Yes, well, he's an ambassador! He gets a discount, does he not?"
>The stallion nods, looking at you, "Yes, I am aware of the new ambassador. You are with this young mare?" he asks you.
>You nod, and he nods as well. "Yes, well, after ambassadorial discount of 10%, the total would be 360 bits."
 
>You can't make up your mind, so you stall for time asking about the designer.
>"Actually, I designed this one," the stallion says, a look of pride entering his old face.
>"Really? You designed this marvelous saddle?" Rarity chimes in.
>"Yes. It took some time to think of the correct balance, and a little longer to get these old hooves of mine to build it properly," for the first time, you notice he is an Earth pony, not a unicorn. "These old hooves don't work as fast or as accurate as they used to, I'll tell you that much." He chuckles to himself, "Ah but enough about me, what'll it be?"
 
>"You made this with your hooves?" Rarity gasps, "That's unbelievable! I can't imagine making any of my pieces without my magic!"
>"Ah, a fellow designer? Tell me miss, what is your name?"
>"My name is Rarity, a pleasure to meet you, Mr….?"
>"They call me Sal, though I must say I didn't expect THE Rarity to enter my store looking to buy," he takes her hoof in his hand, bowing as he kisses it gently, "Your work has sold out of this very store faster than any other makes or models to have entered it. Your designs are captivating, my dear lady."
>Rarity blushes, and bats the air between them when her hoof is relinquished, "Oh, you're too kind! If I had the skill you possess without magic, just think of what I could make!"
>You comment that the saddle is crafted very well, and he thanks you as well.
>"It is truly high praise to be complimented by both an ambassador and the rising star Rarity."
 
>"Well, I mean it," Rarity says, looking at the saddle once more, "Do you have any others of this caliber? I would love to see them."
>Sal shakes his head, "Unfortunately that one is the last of my works. As I said before, these old hooves don't have that magic touch anymore. So this is the last of my legacy, as far as designs go. I'll still run my shop and sell designs such as yours, proudly might I add, but my building days are behind me now."
>"How long ago did you make this?" Rarity asks.
>Sal thinks for a moment before answering, "Three months it's been out here on the floor, one month before that was when I started work on it," he shakes his head again, "The one thing you can't always account for is the taste of the people. This piece is the summary of my works, simple, elegant, functional, and not as outrageously overpriced as some other designers. Sadly, some think it doesn't have enough baubles, gems, gold filament, or what have you."
>Sal sighs to himself, "But I digress. It's a one and only in all of Equestria."
 
>You pull Rarity off to the side, wanting her opinion on whether the guy is trying to pull a fast one on the two of you or not.
>Rarity shakes her head, "No, I don't think so. The way he acts about that saddle is how I would react if it were the last of my designs. His price is high enough to drive away some buyers, but low enough that the extremely well off wouldn't purchase it since they couldn't flaunt it's cost at parties. The design is indeed simple, but it has a unique charm to it that the other saddles in the store don't have about them."
>She looks over her shoulder before continuing, you follow her eyes and see Sal dusting the saddle off a bit with a cloth, "No, call it intuition but I think he's genuine. He wants it to go to someone who can appreciate it for what it is and what it means."
 
>You're convinced. Rarity wants this, it's a one of a kind gift, you can afford it, and you'll be supporting an old colt's legacy.
>You walk back over to Sal, pulling out your wallet.
>"Done," you say with finality, handing him the bits. He seems surprised, for some reason, as he takes the bits to his sales counter and tallies them up.
>"It's all here," he says, putting the bits away and wandering back over to the two of you next to the display, "The saddle is yours."
>He smiles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he does so, "Thank you, both of you. Knowing that a rising designer such as Rarity has this…..it'll really put my mind at ease."
>You both smile at him, then at each other.
 
>Sal moves to remove the saddle from the mannequin, but Rarity stops him.
>"Actually, I'd like to wear the saddle out of the store."
>Sal smiles, "Of course. Would you like assistance in putting it on?"
>Rarity shakes her head, her cheeks tinting red, "Actually, I'd like him to put it on me," she says, motioning to you.
>Something clicks behind Sal's eyes, and his smile doubles in size.
>"I see, very well then," he turns to you and points out where it buckles and how to handle it without smudging the filament, going over how to remove it from the mannequin properly and how to adjust the straps without hurting Rarity or damaging the material.
>Finally, you remove the saddle from the mannequin, and very carefully put it on Rarity, gently wrapping the strap under her belly and fastening it, making sure the gold colored lacing splays out over her cutie marks evenly, and so on.
>You stand back afterward and take a good long look at her.
>She twirls in place, her mane flowing gently as she beams.
>She looks wonderful.
 
>He laughs, "Maybe someday, but not today. I'd say if you want to learn you've got a proper teacher right next to you," he nods to Rarity, "I look forward to seeing your designs in my store again, Miss Rarity. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must ensure my other customers are as satisfied as I am now. Good day."
>He walks to a pair of mares looking at some diamond studded saddles as you and Rarity look at each other once more before heading for the door.
>You exit side by side and head back towards your suite once again. Ponies stop what they're doing as the two of you walk past, this time whispered compliments of her saddle reach your ears. They reach Rarity's too, and she's soon trotting with her head held high.
 
>She lets you remove the saddle with some reluctance when you're inside the suite, setting it on the living room couch carefully and with admiration before she grabs you in another hug.
>This time she's openly crying into your shirt, so you ask what's wrong.
>"Nothing. Absolutely, nothing."
 
>You move the saddle to one end of the expansive couch, taking Rarity and sitting on the other end, Rarity still holding onto you with her hooves around your neck, gently crying into your shirt.
>You pull her back a bit, wiping her tears away with your thumbs as she smiles.
>You ask her again what's wrong, and she just puts a hoof to your cheek.
>"A month ago we barely knew each other, and now…," she sniffs again as she trails off, her tears threatening to return. "It's just all so sudden! What would people say, if they knew? What-"
>You quiet her with a kiss, a small, reassuring one that quiets her well after it's done. Her tears fade and she hugs your chest tightly, like she's afraid to let go.
>The two of you sit quietly with each other for some time, looking out into the streets of Canterlot together and thinking about how it all went so……right.