>This song is playing in your '56 Chevy
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY4uxdAt4-M
 
>You've finally gotten the chance to take Rarity out on a date
>the hours of practicing in front of the mirror, perfecting your speech and form, have paid off
>When she blushed and accepted your offer, you nearly choked
>"Of course, Anon," she replied, brushing her purple locks behind her ear, "I'd loved to."
>"G-great, erm *ahem*, I mean great, I'll pick you up at 8:00."
>She smiled and walked off towards gym class
 
>Fast forward to 8:00 later that night
>You are trimmed. Neat. Suave. Every hair is in place and any rogue hairs were plucked.
>You ring the doorbell and she comes running up within seconds
>She was waiting for you
>Rarity looks straight at you and chuckles nervously, twirling some hair in her hand
Her skirt is just above her porcelain knees, tight to her form
>shirt buttons hugging her plump breasts
>she's filled out in the past few years and you can't help but notice
>"Are you ready?" you ask.
>"Yes Anon. Just..." she pauses. "Where are we going?"
>you cock a smile
>"I figured we'd get some food then see some friends at The Point."
>"Oh, okay," she replies, straightening out her skirt
>you walk her to your car and open the door for her
>as you're walking behind your car to your seat, your peer through the back window
 
>Rarity leans over and unlocks your door for you
>she's the one
 
>tonight's your night
>Dinner was nice
>some tasty burgers in a fun little juke joint
>you always assumed Rarity to be more high class; it's strange seeing her in a crowded little diner, dancing, letting her hair down
>Why are you complaining?
>You dance with this white goddess for a while
>Then, some of the more popular kids start to leave
>one by one, the diner starts to clear out
>some are on their way to the drive-in
>most are going to The Point
>"Are you having a fun time, Rarity?" you ask
>she squeezes your hand and, standing on her tip toes, whispers in your ear, "Not as much fun as I want."
>taking your hand, you slide it around her hip and walk her out to your car
 
>You arrive at The Point about ten minutes later
>the radio has been playing all of the right songs; Friday night, the last few days of school, warm weather... perfect
>all of this while the girl of your dreams is resting her head on your shoulder while you stare out at the bright city lights below
>It's so lovely up here," Rarity says, after a few minutes of silent bliss
>"It's alright," you retort.
>she looks up at you, confused "Just 'alright'? Dahling, look at this view. It's gorgeous!"
>you look her dead in the eyes "I know."
>Rarity blushes, her cheeks turning as red as AJ's barn
>you go in for a kiss and place your lips onto her's
>her eyes close and for a moment Rarity tenses up, but her thin body goes limp as soon as she accepts your embrace
>she moans quietly, both of your tongues locking and unlocking
>you start to get braver as you place your hand on her thigh and stroke her skin underneath her skirt
>you're not hearing a 'no', so you keep going
>"Oooohhhh," Rarity replies, starting to shutter, "Anon, you're making me do a very dirty thing"
>Rarity moans louder, the songs from the radio barely drowning out the yound woman's cries of joy
>what the hell?
>you slide your hand deeper into Rarity
>she gasps
>"Oh, oh God, deeper, Anon."
>you comply, your pointer and middle finger worming their way inside of her clit while being sealed from the rest of your hand
>this girl is tight
>she begins to sweat, a bead rolling down her forehead and over her cheek
>you lick it off and then move your mouth over to her ear
>teeth bare, you nibble lightly on Rarity's earlobe, causing her to squeal
>"I like that! Do it again!"
>you do it again and this time, you stick your tongue in her ear, all while your fingers are still plunging between the young girl's legs
>"Mmmmnnnnfff!"
>your free hand undoes her buttons and slides under her bra; the thumb and pointer finger pinch Rarity's perk nipple
>"Oh C-Celestia," she says, shuddering feverishly
>your pace quickens and with every thrust Rarity is bouncing and thrashing in her seat, pinned down by your body
>"Say my name," you demand of your date
>"A..."
>"Say my name!"
>"A-Anon! Anon!"
>you slide another finger into Rarity's clit; your other hand squeezes her breast and shakes it up and down
>her once porcelain face is now red; her hair looks like she ran through Everfree Forest
>she's panting
>"Anon, finish me," Rarity begs, "I'm your filthy filly!"
 
>with a final thrust of your hand, Rarity tilts her head back and climaxes, the strength leaving her body like air from a tire
>you kiss her on the cheek but she decides to pull your lips to hers
>you two kiss again
 
>"Well," she says, "you sure know how to treat a lady, Anon."
>you smile and rub her shoulder
 
>"It was my privilege."