“I spy with my little eye something… Ohohohoho! Something red!”

Atticus, Equestria’s one and only human—or apelien as some ponies like to jokingly say—was sitting outside of Sugarcube Corner, leaning against the bakery itself with his feet propped up on one of shop’s outside seating. Sitting next to him was his dear old buddy and greatest party pony in all of the land, Pinkie Pie.

Though dirt and bits of hard rock were dirtying her rump, the mare didn’t seem to notice that at all. Instead, her bright blue eyes scanned the marketplace with barely concealed delight. Atticus, who did his best not to give the fluffy tail sitting in his lap a tug, also scanned the market. Unlike Pinkie’s gaze however, which couldn’t seem to stay focused on anything for more than half a second, his gaze was thoughtful.

The two were in the middle of a game. A game which he was losing. Very badly.

“…Is it an apple?” he asked, trying his hardest to see every item in the market.

Pinkie shook her head. “Nope!”

Atticus scratched his chin, his eyes narrowing. “Is it one of those flowers Roseluck is handing out?”

“Nope!”

“It is any of the flowers at the stall then?”

“Nuh-uh!”

A low grumble escaped the Atticus’s throat. He sat up, resting his hands on his knees as his eyes narrowed down to slits.

“Alright. Red, red, red…” he said to himself.

For nearly a minute he was quiet, trying to figure out what his pink friend had spied with her little eye. Eventually he had seen enough and, with a determined gleam in his eye, turned toward Pinkie.

“One of Bonbon’s candies?”

“Nope!”

“One of those feathers that cart’s selling over there?”

“Nope!”

“The bed sheets?”

“Nope!”

“One of those books with the red covers?”

“Nope!”

“Those stained-glass cup thingies?”

“Ohhh! They’re selling those again?! We should go and get a couple, Atty!”

Atticus frowned. “Those aren’t it then?”

Pinkie shook her head. “Nope! You’re not warm at all either, you silly filly.”

“Fuck,” Atticus said with a frown. “Fine, I give up. What is it?”

Pinkie giggled triumphantly before pointing to one of the carts. “See that toy soldier over there?”

Atticus leaned forward, looking toward the cart his friend had pointed out. The longer he looked the deeper his frown became.

“Oh that’s bullshit,” he said, leaning back against the side of the building. “That thing’s tiny. There’s no way I could have seen that!”

“Then you should go and get some glasses, Atty, because I saw it fine,” Pinkie said. “You’ll need to get itty-bitty glasses though, since you have such itty-bitty eyes.”

Atticus made a dismissive hand gesture. “My eyes are fine. The problem is that you little horses have fucking eagle vision…”

Pinkie giggled again. “That’s another win for me!” she said, bumping her side against his. “I picked an easy one too.”

“Don’t you rub it in, you little fuzz ball.”

“Aw, don’t be such a grumpy Gus, Atty. Why don’t we play again? I’ll make sure to pick a really easy one this time.”

Atticus covered his face with his hands. “We’ve been playing I Spy for the past two hours, Pinkie. If we go any longer, I think I’m gonna put my head through one of the Cake’s tables.”

“You might be really, really bad at I Spy, but hurting yourself isn’t gonna make you better at it,” Pinkie said, placing a hoof on his shoulder.

Atticus took a deep breath before sighing. “…If you weren’t so goddamn adorable I’d pick you up and kick you across town, you little shit.”

Pinkie grinned. “You’d have to see me fir— Oh! Heya Rarity!”

For a moment, to Atticus at least, the sun became a bit dimmer. The warm fall air grew colder as well, and the once pleasant atmosphere around the marketplace evaporated. Though his hand still covered his face, he could feel someone looking at him and a distinct “Humph!” could be heard a few feet away.

Atticus knew that he should just keep his eyes covered. He should just ignore the pony standing right in front of him giving him the stink eye. Eventually she’d go away and everything would be fine. He knew this, and the rational side of him was screaming to just keep his mouth shut and do it. But there was a feeling welling up inside of him, a feeling that tightened his stomach, made him grit his teeth and want to lash out at the one looking down at him. That feeling wasn’t quite utter loathing, but it was pretty close.

Letting his hand fall from his face, he glared up at Rarity. She—as he knew she would—looked down at him with an expression that was utterly dripping with contempt. Her usually graceful and ladylike façade had given way to a scrunched up nose and narrowed eyes. Her tail rapidly flicked from side to side with the occasional flick of her mane. It looked, for all the world, like she was going to charge him.

Staring down at him for a few more moments—making a noise of disgust—the tip of Rarity’s horn glowed. Her blue magic encircled his legs, lifting them from the chair they were lounging on.

“I understand that a savage like you wouldn’t understand tact, Atticus, but one does not prop their hooves on a chair,” she said, letting his feet drop to the ground none too gently. “Especially when one is in polite company and that chair is not yours.”

Atticus could hear the restraint in the unicorn’s voice. Just like him, she was trying her hardest not to cause a scene. It was this thought that stopped him from throwing a scathing remark Rarity’s way. Stopping himself from speaking was a surprisingly herculean task, but he managed to do it, if only barely.

With a toss of her mane, Rarity looked over at Pinkie, who was no longer laughing or smiling. In fact, she looked downright glum.

“Pinkie dear, I just wanted to thank you for helping Sweetie with her science project yesterday,” Rarity said, a small smile coming to her face. “Both Sweetie and I appreciate it.”

Pinkie returned the unicorn’s smile, though hers was much more forced. “Auntie Pinkie was happy to help!” she said, tapping her forelegs together.

Rarity’s eyes darted back to Atticus, and her smile evaporated. “Yes well, as much as I’d like to stay and chat, I have some… things that need doing. However, if you’d perhaps like to come to the boutique later this afternoon, I’d welcome you with open hooves and some tea.”

The mare’s ears perked up and she once again looked over at Atticus. The young man could see she expected him to say something. But he wasn’t going to. He was just going to sit there quietly until she left. That was exactly what he was going to do.

Pinkie’s smile became a little less forced. “Okie dokie. I’ll bring the cupcakes.”

Rarity nodded, turning away.

Atticus was so close. He was watching herleave. All he needed to do was wait for another minute and the little horse he hated so much would be long gone. He knew this.

“Make sure not to bring too many, Pinks. The great white porker over there will eat you outta house and home if you’re not careful,” he said.

It took several seconds for him to realize just what he had said, but when he did he winced. He opened his mouth to say something, to try to do a bit of damage control, but by then it was far too late.

In a flash, Rarity had spun back around and came up nose-to-muzzle with him. “I beg your pardon, but I do not care for what you’re implying, you cretin.”

Atticus tried to stop. He tried with all of his might, but even so the words continued to flow out of his mouth.

“Hey, will you do me a favor and back up a bit? You smell like old cum and shame.”

A growl escaped Rarity’s throat. “I believe the wind has just picked up, so you’re likely smelling yourself, you beast,” she said.

“Cunt,” Atticus shot back.

Though neither of them noticed, Pinkie’s mane lost its curls and its bounciness, hanging limply against her shoulders. She looked at the two, obviously holding back tears.

“Please d-don’t—"

“Sub-equine filth!” Rarity shrieked, cutting her off.

“Bitchy, bitch bitch!” Atticus said, leaping to his feet so that he could loom over the much mare.

“Unwashed savage!”

“You shitty dress making, tacky little fuzzball!”

Rarity flinched as if struck, a gasp escaping her as her eyes widened. “Tacky? TACKY?!” she shrieked.

Her horn blazed to life. All around the marketplace various objects were encased in her magic and lifted into the air. Some of these things were relatively harmless; a piece of fruit, or a pillow, or a comically large eraser. Other things were far more harmful however, and of the sharp and pointy verity.

Atticus watched as the unicorn lifted all of these things high into the air, her blue eyes blazing with indignity and anger. Internally he couldn’t help but sigh and chastise himself for getting worked up. That didn’t stop him from reaching down and pulling one of his shoes off his feet however.

“Fucking bring it, you marshmallow, fake ass accent having, tubby, overly perfumed dodo.”

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

Princess Twilight’s castle—also known as the Crystal Castle of Doom and Friendship by a certain purple dragon—was usually a bright and cheery place. For as long as she had had this castle, Twilight did her best to make it as welcoming to the common pony as she could, and had urged any that wished to visit do so—within reason of course. Many ponies could be seen entering and exiting the castle for anything from using the new library to asking the princess herself for friendship advice. At that moment however, there were no ponies coming in or out of the castle. In fact, the castle doors had been locked and signs had been put up saying that the princess wouldn’t see anypony for the rest of the day.

Princess Twilight herself, who was a usually very nice and friendly mare, looked like she was ready to throw something as she stood behind the desk in her personal study. Both Atticus and Rarity sat on the opposite side of the desk, looking like they had just come out of a warzone.

Rarity’s mane and coat were covered in dirt, apple skins, and metal shavings. There were a few visible bruises on the mare’s body, the most noticeable being on her flank, where a size eleven shoe had become very much acquainted. Atticus, meanwhile, was sitting there with a face covered in what looked like black soot. His shirt was in tatters, and all of the skin on both of his knuckles had been scraped raw.

Twilight looked at the two of them, waiting for one of them to say something. An apology, an explanation, something that would explain why both of them had caused such a commotion that the guards had to be called. After nearly a minute of this tense, awkward silence, Atticus let out a sigh.

“This wasn’t my fault. It was hers,” he said, pointing at Rarity. “She was the one that started it like the cunt she is.”

Rarity gasped. “I did not, you ruffian!” she cried, her head whipping around so she could glare at him. “If it weren’t for you I’d be home right now working on my next dress!”

“More like working on your next tub of ice cream, you fatty.”

“Oh, you despicable cre—”

The tip of Twilight’s horn glowed. Before either Atticus or Rarity could say a single word more, their jaws snapped shut. Closing her eyes, the princess took a few deep breaths before sitting down. She then gave her wings a ruffle, resting her hooves on her desk before she opened her eyes once more. When she did, a change overcame her. Gone was the anger, the frustration. There was only exhaustion and sadness in those big purple eyes of hers.

“Atticus, Rarity, please,” she said with a bit of desperation. “I can understand not liking another pony, but this has gotten out of control! If I hadn’t been there, the guards would have taken the both of you to jail!”

The tip of her horn lost its magical spark, allowing the two to move their mouths again. They did so, rolling their jaws as they looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes.

“I like to think myself a kind and generous mare, Twilight,” Rarity said as calmly as she could. “I’d like to think that I am also a gentle soul that only wishes for the best for others, but there’s only so much even I can take!This… this beast is an abomination to fashion, to stallions, and no doubt to his fellow humans. He is an affront to everything good and sacred in this world!”

“Tell me what you really think, sweetheart,” Atticus said, leaning back into his chair with his arms crossed.

Rarity looked away from him with a “humph!”, pointing her nose to the ceiling. “I’m terribly sorry for the scene that I caused today, but I cannot bare to even see this horrid creature sitting right next to me! He’s simply too… too… he’s just too much of himself!”

“Twi, I wasn’t even doing anything this time,” Atticus said, leaning forward in his chair. “All I was doing was sitting there with Pinkie and she just comes strutting over like she has a broom up her butt!”

“Excuse me if I care more about the Cake’s patio furniture than you do, you brute,” Rarity said, staring daggers at him. “Really, what in Equestria possessed you to act in such a way?”

“Nobody had a problem with it until you showed up,” Atticus said, throwing a hand up in frustration. “There must have been twenty other ponies standing around! Mr. Cake was outside too and he didn’t say a single fucking thing to me about it. If he did, I’d have taken by feet off the fucking chair.”

Rarity’s frown deepened. “Language.”

Atticus gave her the finger. “Go sit on a cactus.”

Rarity opened her mouth, only for Twilight to let out a groan. The princess now had her head in her hooves, her ears pinned against the sides of her skull. She was once again taking deep breaths, her shoulders slumped and her wings hanging loosely against her sides.

“…Did you two know before I dragged both of your sorry butts over here I saw Pinkie crying?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

That got both Rarity and Atticus’s attention. The looked at Twilight, who loudly sighed.

“This isn’t the first time either. Every time she sees the two of you—her friends—acting like you hate each other, it breaks her heart.” Twilight continued, looking down at her desk. “And she’s not the only one. It’s hard on a lot of ponies around town, many of whom both of you are friends with. Whenever they see you fighting they think they need to pick sides.”

She looked up at both of them, and both of them found it harder to keep her gaze. “It’s not fair for anypony, and however you two justify your ridiculous behavior, this is hurting your friends.”

Shaking her head, Twilight rose from her seat. Walking around her desk she stood in front of both of them.

“I know I’ve told you two to try to solve your differences before, but this is escalated to such a degree that I’m insisting you do it.”

Both Rarity and Atticus looked away from the alicorn. Their angry expressions had evaporated. Neither looked outright guilty, but they both looked thoughtfully somber as Twilight’s words washed over them.

“It doesn’t matter to me how the two of you solve this problem. If you’d like some help you know that any of the girls would love to help you, myself included,” Twilight said, placing a hoof on Atticus’s leg. “I’ll leave the room for a minute or two to let you both discuss it, okay?”

Both Rarity and Atticus said nothing, simply nodding.

“And you’re both going to be adults and not attack the other like a couple of crazy ponies, right?” Twilight asked.

Again the two said nothing, only nodding at the princess.

Twilight sighed. “Good. I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get some ice cream for this headache…”

With that, Twilight made her way to the door and left the two alone.

“…Atticus, I believe that we may have taken it too far,” Rarity said.

A part of Atticus wanted to lay all of the blame on her. He could see how he’d go about the argument, what he’d say and what objects he could pick up in the room to either protect himself with or break over Rarity’s head. Instead of picking another fight, however, he just slumped in his chair.

“…Yeah, I think we did,” he said, looking down at the floor and covering his face with a hand. “I mean, if you were on fire I wouldn’t piss on you, but you’re not wrong.” He closed his eyes, imagining Pinkie crying. Just the thought of it made his stomach tighten.“We made Pinkie cry. Pinkie. Making that mare even a little bit sad should be punishable by death.”

Slowly, Rarity turned her head to look at him. There was a bit of thoughtful calculation in those blue eyes of hers, along with regret. Brow furrowing, she took a deep breath.

“Atticus, despite our obvious and numerous differences—hating each other to our very cores not included—I find you to be a very, um, interesting beas—” Rarity coughed into her hoof. “Pardon me. I meant that I find you to be a very interesting person.”

The mare nodded slowly, as if she were trying to convince herself.

“Yes, a person. A person with quirks and interests. Not interests that I or any civilized… no, what I mean to say is that you are a very… interesting fellow,” With each word Atticus could hear her losing steam. Despite this, she continued to press on. “Not a creature, not a beast. No, you are neither of those things.”

Atticus couldn’t help himself any longer. Snorting, he picked his head up and looked over at the mare. She flinched when his gaze was upon her, her nose scrunching up, but she held strong, even looking him in the eye.

“As much as I enjoy sitting here listening to you bashing me, you mind getting to your point?” he asked.

Rarity took another deep breath, though this one was considerably more shaky.

“Atticus, I may despise you with a considerable amount of my person, and the very sight of you may make my stomach churn, but it really does not sit well with me that our… differences have had such negative effects,” she said, sitting up in her chair. “As an upstanding, active member of this community, and for the sake of my friends, something needs to be done about this.”

Atticus nodded. “Alright, and how do you suggest we do that?”

Rarity scooched forward in her chair, not taking her eyes off him. “I believe that the two of us must have sex.”

As soon as the she finished her sentence the room immediately went silent. Atticus just sat there dumbly, his mind trying to process just what he had heard. He, of course, failed completely.

“What?” he asked, blinking. “I… just… what?”

“Hm? I see that you’re confused.Not that I’d expect anything less from you,” Rarity said before wincing. “Oh my goodness, ignore that, it was terribly rude. Now, just let me explain.”

“It better be a good fucking explanation,” Atticus said, leaning away from the obviously crazy mare.

“Yes, well, your barbarism, crudeness, and general lack of thoughtfulness aside—”

“Did anyone ever tell you that your voice sounds like dragging nails across a fucking chalkboard? Because it does.”

“And the sight of your face brings madness and ruin to whoever is unfortunate enough to look upon it, but that is beside the point. The point is that we must convert this pointless and harmful aggression into sexual enthusiasm so that we can not only vent our anger but derive some enjoyment out of one another’s company.”

A million questions ran through Atticus’s mind. Had this crazy horse just lost her mind? Was this even Rarity and not some sort of Changeling or magical anomaly? Was he actually asleep and in the middle of some weird fever dream?

“…You want us to settle our differences through fucking?” he asked after a pause.

“Yes. That’s exactly what I want,” Rarity said.

Atticus nodded. “Okay… So, did I hit you too hard with that tennis racket or did you take something before Twilight dragged the two of us in here?”

“I can assure you that you hit like a rather frail colt and I am completely sober,” Rarity said, her expression souring slightly. “Though, if I must be honest, a glass or two of wine wouldn’t be out of order. Perhaps when I get home...”

She shook her head, giving him her best smile.

“Usually I’d never suggest such a thing, but this is a desperate circumstance, and desperate circumstances require desperate action, and I very much believe that if our clashes escalate any further the two of us will have a lot more than property damage and bodily injury to worry about.”

Without warning, she hopped out of her seat and began to slowly make her way to the door. Atticus watched her go, still not believing what he was hearing.

“You hate my guts but you’re willing to have sex with me?” he blurted out. “What kind of ass-backwards logic is that?”

Rarity stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. Her expression was both somber and resolute, as if she were a soldier going off to war.

“I shall give you the rest of the day to think about my proposal. The door to my boutique will be locked for the entire evening if you are willing to... entertain me.”

She reached for the door.

“We are not lovers, as I'm sure you know. As far as I'm concerned, this is a solution to our problems. Think of it as nothing more than therapy, my dear.”

With that, Rarity opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Atticus sat in his slightly too small chair, his arms hanging limply at his sides and his mouth agape.

“…What?”

Though Atticus had lived a relatively short life, all things considered, he had been pretty positive that there wasn’t much left that could surprise him anymore. Some of his best friends were mythical creatures, he was familiar with two beings that could move celestial bodies at will. Every other Tuesday he would have tea with a pegasus and a creature that may as well have been a god. Things like surprise or the term “unusual and strange” should have meant nothing to him. But, wouldn’t you know it, he found himself completely taken by surprise this morning. And not the good kind of surprise either.

“Alright, you can do this, you can do this. Just go to the fucking door and open the son of a bitch up. You’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.”

For the first time in a very long time, Atticus had found himself standing in front of Rarity’s boutique. The sight of it brought back some of his earliest memories in Ponyville, when everything had been new and scary and Rarity herself had been just another cute little horse with far too big eyes and a fantastical dye job. But now, as he looked up at the silly looking building, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding.

“Come on,” he said to himself, opening and closing his hands. “You’ll be fine. Nothing’s gonna happen to you. And even if something does happen you already told Thunderlane where you were going. So if you’re gonna get murdered—which you won’t because everything’s going to be peachy— at least someone will know to look for your body.”

A noise behind the human made him jump. He whipped his head around to see that it was just a group of foals getting in one last game of tag before their parents called them home.

Releasing a shaky sigh, he looked back up at the boutique. “She’s half your size. If push comes to shove you can throw her out a window or something. Stop messing around and just do it you goddamned pussy.”

Atticus steeled his expression. Raising his hands up, he started to bounce back and forth on the balls of his heels. Throwing a few shadow punches—which had a few of the foals watching him laughing—he made his way to Rarity’s front door. Knocking twice, he grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. Opening the door, he poked his head inside to look around.

“Rarity?” he said. “Rarity, are you there?”

“I’m upstairs, darling,” a posh voice called somewhere in the building. “Take off those horrid shoes before you come in please.”

“Alright,” he called before poking his head back outside.

He waved at the group of foals, getting their attention.

“Hey munchkins! Yeah you guys! If you guys hear any screaming or anything like that do me a favor and tell your parents to call the guards, alright?”

The foals—being foals—just giggled at the silly man before galloping away.

“In or out dear,” Rarity called. “If you keep my door open any longer you’ll let bugs in.”

Atticus looked back inside the boutique. Though he had the urge to go back outside and get away from here as quickly as possible, he forced himself to step inside, closing the door behind him.

Rarity’s home/shop was just as he remembered it. Bundles of cloth and half-made dresses littered tables, racks, and nearly every available space in the mare’s work room. There was a certain scent that hung in the air; the smell of scented candles mixed with some sort of expensive incense. A trio of mannequins stared at him in the shadows, doing nothing to calm his nerves.

He drummed his fingers against his thigh. He looked around a bit—checking for anything nefarious or malicious—before taking off his shoes and putting them on a mat sitting in front of the door. Now shoeless, he made his way into the bowels of the building, where he knew the stairs to be.

“I’m coming up now, Rarity,” he said.

“Did you take your shoes off?” she asked.

Annoyance replaced some of Atticus’s nervousness. “Yes, I took my fuc— I took my shoes off.”

“Then I’m waiting. I’ll be the third door on your right.”

Atticus ascended the stairs. Again there was an urge to leave. This was obviously a trap of some kind. The second that Rarity saw him he was a goner. Even with these thoughts, however, he found himself standing at the top of the steps.

The upstairs to Rarity’s boutique was dark. The only light seemed to be coming from an open door. It was a soft, flickering light; the kind when someone lit up a bunch of candles.

“Atticus? What in Equestria is taking you so long?” the mare herself asked, her voice coming from the room. “If you’re rummaging through my things I’m going to be less than happy.”

“Hold your horses, woman, I’m coming,” he replied, walking over to the room, taking a deep breath, and stepping into it.

At first glance he saw that it was a large bedroom. Unlike most of the house, there wasn’t an article of clothing in sight. In the corner of the room sat a table with an array of makeup products stacked in neat little rows. Right next to that was a window with thick purple curtains covering it. A bed—large by even his standards—sat at the end of the room with a nightstand sitting right next to it. It was on this bed that Rarity herself lounged.

A half a dozen pillows propped the mare up. A thin lavender blanket covered the lower half of her body, accenting her curves but leaving just enough to the imagination. The candlelight danced across her body, and seemed to give her blue eyes an almost otherworldly quality. If Atticus had been a different man and she had been a different mare he might have said that she looked stunning.

“I honestly didn’t believe that you’d come,” she said before taking a sip of the wine she held in her magic.

“I didn’t think I’d come here either,” he replied, wringing his hands.

Rarity looked him up and down. Her gaze was intense, focused, as if she were looking for something. He just stared back, not knowing what to do or say.

“I don’t suppose you’d want something to drink?” she offered, producing an empty wine glass and a large bottle of half-finished wine.

Atticus grimaced. Walking over to the bed, he sat down on the end of it and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small tin flask.

“I’m not much of a wine guy. I’m not much of a drink guy at all really, but sweet Christ do I need something strong now,” he said, unscrewing the cap of the flask and taking a swig. He made a face as the harsh, burning liquor made its way down his throat. “Goddammit, I hate this shit so much…”

Still staring at him, Rarity sat up fully, crawling over to the edge of the bed until she was sitting about a foot from him. He eyeballed her as he took another swig from his flask.

“Language,” she said, though there was no edge in her voice.

Atticus grunted. “I think language is the least of our worries right now, Rare.”

To his surprise, the unicorn, laughed. “Yes, I suppose you’re right,” she said, taking a small sip of her wine.

He brought his flask to his lips. He was just about to tilt it back but he stopped short. Making a face, he lowered the flask.

“…I wasn’t going to come here,” he said, putting the cap back onto the flask and shoving it back into his pocket. “I thought you were just being a fuc—”

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and silently counting to ten. Rarity continued to stare at him with those big blue eyes of hers, sipping on her wine.

“… I don’t know what you were thinking. All I know was that I spent all day trying to figure out a better idea on how the two of us can be buddy-buddy like everyone wants.”

“And did you have an epiphany?” she asked.

Atticus shook his head. “I couldn’t think of a single freaking thing,” he said. “Every time I thought of something I remember just how much I can’t stand you and how it’d fall apart. Magic, therapy, you name it.”

“I was thinking the very same thing, dear,” she said, scooching a hair closer to him. “Your savagery truly defies all reason and logic.”

He gave her a dirty look. An insult came to mind—something about her needing a bed this big so she could fit all the stallions she fucked and sucked every night—but he managed to resist the urge. He instead turned so that he was fully facing her and looked at her hard.

“Rarity, you look—” He drew his lips into a thin line, his face scrunching up like he had just eaten a particularly sour lemon. “—you look nice tonight. I guess. Better than you usually do.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” she asked, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Well, that’s very nice of you to say.”

Atticus looked away from her, staring down at his hands. She scooched closer until their sides were touching. She then stared at his shirt, and her smile disappeared.

“You’re looking… well, I see that you’re wearing that horrid shirt with all of the holes in it,” she said, tugging on said shirt with her magic.

He ignored the jab, still examination his hands. “I don’t know if your batshit plan is gonna work Rare, I’m actually pretty sure that it’s gonna blow up in our faces, but I wanna at least try,” he said. “For everyone’s sake.”

“That is a very adult thing of you to say, Atticus,” she said, placing a hoof in his knee. “And since we have both decided to be adult this afternoon I believe that some ground rules should be set up?”

He looked over at her as he pushed her hoof off of his leg. “Ground rules?”

“Yes. Ground rules,” she replied with a nod. “While I can’t help but admit that the thought of pummeling you until you see sense crosses my mind almost everyday, I have no desire to hurt you or even make you uncomfortable in this setting.”

Atticus nodded. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

“Of course it does,” she replied. “Now, since our first session is no doubt going to be… aggressive, the establishment of a safeword might be in order. It might also be a good idea for there also to be some sort of motion that we could do if our mouths are otherwise occupied.”

“A safeword like bozo and tapping your arm twice or something like that?” He asked.

Rarity smiled. “The tapping sounds like a wonderful idea. Would the word “fabulous” be a good enough safeword, or should I shorten it so it’s easier for you to remember?”

Atticus gave the mare a finger without a second thought. “I’ll give you something easy to remember, you little marshmallow pain in the ass.”

She giggled. “Well, now that that is out of the way we can begin!” she said with a wiggle. “And I must say, you are being far more tolerable than I thought you were going to be.”

She batted her eyelashes at him.

“Perhaps, for all of your guff and whining, you are actually looking forward to this, hmm~?”

Atticus snorted. “Fuck no. I doubt I’m gonna enjoy even a little bit of this.”

Rarity chuckled. If Atticus would have looked up at her, he would have noticed an odd glint come to those big blue eyes of hers.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, darling,” she said, pressing more of her body weight against him. “Most stallions would thank their lucky stars to find a mare that would be willing to do something like this.”

She once again placed her hoof on his knee.He attempted to reach down and remove the appendage, only for a burst of magic to slap his hand away.

“Just think about it for a moment, my dear,” she continued, slipping her other hoof around his back. “You have a beautiful mare that has allowed you in her home for a night of coitus.”

The hoof on his knee moved upward, starting to rub his thigh. Rarity’s rubbing was soft yet firm. It might have even been considered caring, if not for the look in her eyes.

“And not only that, you’ve been asked to come to her abode as many times as it takes to solve your particular problem,” she continued, leaning up so she could give his ear a teasing nibble. “This means night upon night of unrestrained passion, where the two of us can do to each other whatever we please.”

A pair of lips brushed against his jaw. The hoof rubbing his leg slowly made its way to his groin. Rarity’s scent, wildflowers with a hint of honey, hung all around him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her licking her lips.

“There needn’t be any tenderness, and we most certainly don’t have to concern ourselves with feelings. All we need to worry ourselves with is some good, hard rutting~”

By now the average stallion would have been squirming in place, his stallionhood poking out of his sheath. But the look on Atticus’s face would have suggested that he was standing in line at the DMV. Rarity didn’t seem to notice this as she crawled into his lap, wrapping her hooves around his neck and leaning close.

“Can you imagine it, darling? My lovely self riding you to ruin? You running those overly large, dirty, unmanicured hands all over my flawless body? Our sweat-slick bodies embraced in the passion and bliss.” She looked deep into his eyes, pressing her forehead against his, making sure to mind her horn. “Now what else could be possibly better than that?”

Atticus stared right back at her for several seconds before letting out an explosive sigh. “Well, to be honest, I think I’d prefer Flutters in the scenario.”

He watched as the bedroom eyes Rarity had been giving him disappear, as did her smile. What replaced it was a look of utter incredulity.

“Fluttershy?” she said.

He nodded. “Yeah, she’s a real cutie,” he said. “Nice looking face, great set of legs, and her wings are probably the most beautiful I’ve seen except for the princesses. I can see why ponies wanted her to be a model.”

Rarity opened her mouth to say something, but closed it a second later. Her shoulders slumped a hair and she looked like she was trying very hard to decide whether to be upset or not.

“Well… Fluttershy is a very beautiful mare I must admit—”

“She has that pegasus butt though,” he interrupted. “You know, the anti-ass. That’s the part of her that I’m not really a fan of.”

“That’s—”

“You know who has a great ass though? Twilight.”

A frown started to form on Rarity’s face. “Atticus, as much as I enjoy—”

“Really doesn’t look like it, but that little bookworm is packing one heck of a butt. And not one of those big rock asses like Applejack had either. She’s got just enough junk in the trunk that it jiggles when she’s walk—thmp!”

Before he could finish his thought, his was his mouth was shut by some unseen force. Looking back at Rarity, he saw that the mare’s cheeks were puffed out and her eyes were narrowed.

“You have a willing mare sitting in your lap and you’re off daydreaming about other mares,” she said, sounding not at all happy. “You truly are something else, you despicable…”

Reaching up with a hand, Atticus pinched the tip of Rarity’s glowing horn with his pointer finger and thumb. Her eyes crossed at the contact, and the magic holding his mouth closed vanished.

“Willing? Please. You’re probably gonna enjoy this about as much as I do,” he said, tracing the spiral in her horn down where it connected with her skull. “Hell, I bet you’ll just lie there and let me do all the work, you stuck up busybody.”

A shiver ran down Rarity’s spine. She let out a whine, her tail brushing against his leg as she squirmed. She leaned forward once again, pressing their foreheads together. With half-lidded eyes she looked up at him and parted her lips.

He chuckled. “What? Is playing with your horn really—MOTHERFUCKER!”

As quick as a snake, Rarity bit him right on the nose. It wasn’t hard enough to particularly hurt, but it did surprise him enough to make his head jerk back. Now grinning herself, she yanked her horn out of his grasp. Its tip glowed a moment later, and before he could so much as spit Atticus found his hands glued to his sides.

“Let’s not confuse your sexual prowess with mine, beast” she said, giving his chest a hard poke. “Now, let’s see what I have to work with.”

Her horn crackled with power, and in the blink of an eye Atticus found himself without a shirt.

“You better not have done anything to that shirt,” he warned, frowning as the mare leaned back to get a better look at him. “That’s my only—”

It took a few moments, but he eventually noticed that, even though his lips were moving, no sound was coming out of his mouth.

“Shush,” she said, giving his arm a squeeze. “Otherwise I might put that filthy mouth of yours to use elsewhere.”

Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and tried to scream as loudly as he could into her face. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t make a peep. Rarity barely seemed to notice the defiant act, her gaze roaming across his chest and arms.

“Hmm… You most certainly aren’t a pony,” she said, brushing her hoof against his stomach. “And not a monkey either, like Berry Punch insists whenever I see her…”

Atticus tried to lurch forward to bite the mare, only to find himself stopping short. Rarity, meanwhile, tapped a hoof against her jaw, her expression thoughtful.

“Yes… Not a princely body by any means, but I suppose that you could do worse,” she said, looking him in the eye. “Now, since you were so terribly rude earlier I think I’m going to take a peek of the no doubt freakish organ between your leg—eep!”

Placing his knee in the middle of her rump, he drove it upward. This sent the unicorn a good foot into the air. Rarity, not expecting the sudden flight, began to flail wildly with a shriek. Free from his magical confines,Atticus quickly stood up with a shout and a grin, snatching her out of the air and holding her close.

“If you don’t quit with that magic shit you’re going to be doing a heck of a lot more than peeking at my freakish organ, you bitch,” he growled, giving her rump a hard squeeze.

Rarity let out a gasp, her back legs twitching as his fingers dug into her cutiemarks. “I’m very glad to see that you’re finally getting into this, darling,” she said with a breathless giggle.

“I’m not getting into this,” he replied, pressing his nose against hers as she used a spell to unzip his pants. “I just want to get this over with so I can go home and take a long, cold shower.”

“Not having the decency to stay the whole night with a lady?” she said, giving her head a shake even as she pulled down his pants. “We really must teach you some manners.”

Atticus growled before pressing his mouth against hers. She tried to draw away, a surprised sound escaping her throat, but he just followed her. He could taste the wine on her soft, supple lips, causing him to be deepen the kiss.

In his mind’s eye he couldn’t help but think about all the things he couldn’t stand about the mare in his arms. The way that she strutted around like some cheap floozy. That irritating whine of hers. Her incredibly fake accent. An accent that her family—who had lived their whole lives in Ponyville, just like her—didn’t have.

He thought about all the times she had tried to make him wear all of that ridiculous clothing. All of the times she acted passive aggressively toward him, or called him a beast or barbarian.

He couldn’t stand the way that she wrapped her hooves around his neck, or the way she hummed as she kissed him back. He most certainly didn’t enjoy the feeling of her magic stroking him through his pants, and he absolutely hated feeling her tongue playing with his.

As much as he would have liked to keep hating their kiss, he did have to breath. So, with absolutely no disappointment or regret, he broke the kiss. He was just about to take a deep breath when Rarity—who looked like a lioness ready to pounce on her prey— moved his head to the side and bit down on his shoulder. To his surprise, the bite wasn’t all that hard. Still though he decided to see if he could get a rise out of the mare.

“Goddammit!” he shouted.

Rarity tensed, drawing back with a look of alarm. She looked down at him, mouth half opened to say something, but he just grinned.

“The look on your face,” he said. “Goddammit, I wish I had a camera.”

Both irritation and relief came to Rarity’s face. “Oh you despicable…”

Atticus began to knead the mare’s rump. She shivered, her tail brushing against his legs.

Still grinning, he offered her his neck. “You had it coming,” he teased. “Now let's see if those teeth of yours can do more than nibble on cake and ice cream.”

Rarity brow furrowed. Huffing, she leaned back down and bit down on his neck once again, this time with much more force. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to make it a bit uncomfortable and no doubt leave a mark.

“Owowowowowo, stopstopstopstopstopstop!” he said, playfully squirming.

He could hear Rarity giggle before she eased up on his shoulder. Her long, thick tongue slide over the area she had just bit. She then planted a kiss on his collarbone before pulling away.

“There we go. A little something to remember me by, darling,” she said with a grin, before offering her neck.

He bared his teeth and darted forward.Rarity was about to jump back but before she could he was already carefully nibbling her throat. She let out a gasp, then a pleased hum as she leaned downward. This, of course, infuriated Atticus beyond words.

“Oh~ Just like that dear,” she cooed as he planted kissed along her jawline. “My goodness, if I had known that all I needed to do was bite you so that you’d act like less of a brute and more of a gentlecolt I would have done it ages ago!”

“I’m not a fucking brute, you goddamn dodo,” he snapped, giving her neck a hard nip. “You goddamn white, fake-posh pain in the ass.”

Rarity giggled before she began peppering his face with kisses. With each kiss he felt himself becoming more and more upset.

Because of this pain in the ass horse he had made one of his best friend’s, and the sweetest creature to ever walk this or any planet, cry. It was her fault.

Carrying her over to her makeup station—kicking his pants off along the way—Atticus sat her down on top of it. Eyeliner and hoof polish, as well as dozens of small brushes, files, and things he couldn’t even guess at, fell to the floor, but he barely paid it any mind. Rarity didn’t seem particularly concerned with the mess either, just staring up at him with lustful eyes.

Her face was red, and her usually perfect mane was becoming disheveled. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“You do know that I have a perfectly good bed over there,” she said, grinding her rump against her table.

Atticus grabbed her by the face and pulled her into a such a forceful kiss he was surprised that he didn’t knock own teeth out. “I’d rather not be the thousand and first guy to fuck you on that bed, cunt,” he said, just as Rarity pulled down his boxers, revealing his throbbing manhood.

“I believe that you’re mistaking me for your mother, dear,” she said, eyeing his cock.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, I plan to~”

Rarity’s tail flicked side to side, fanning up a sweet, musky scent. His cock throbbed as he gave the mare a look that would curdle milk. She responded with a sickeningly sweet smile, spreading her legs back legs nice and wide, revealing a pair of small little teats and a pristine, wet marehood.

“That’s a cesspool if I’ve ever seen one,” he said.

“Sticks and stones, ape,” she replied. “And I’d imagine that stallionhood of yours hasn’t been washed in at least a fortnight.”

Her horn glowed, and a blue aura surrounded his member.

“What a silly looking cock,” she said, giving it a few strokes. “It’s nothing more than a mushroom attached to an overly long shaft.”

Atticus shivered. “Overly long?”

“Hm?” Rarity said, tearing her eyes away from his manhood. “Forgive me, I meant… underwhelming.” She took in a deep breath, a shudder running through her as she gave his cock a tug, forcing him to take a step closer. “I can see why you insist on wearing those ratty pants everywhere you go. If I had something like this between my legs I’d be ashamed to—”

Atticus bristled, and before Rarity could finish her sentence he picked her back up. Then, taking two steps, slammed her against the wall. A savage smile came to his face as he heard her let out a cry. Whether it was a cry of pain or pleasure he couldn’t tell.

“Shut your mouth,” he said, pinning her to the wall.

Rarity looked up at him, a range of emotions flashing across her face before she smiled. “Make me,” she said, giving him a kiss on the nose and a swat to the rump with her tail.

Not one to back down from a challenge, Atticus did just that.

Looking into the mare’s eyes, he leaned down. With a gentleness that surprised even himself, he pressed his lips against hers. She returned the kiss eagerly, running her hooves through his hair. His hands, itching to wander, left her rump while he used his knees to keep her propped up.

“Careful now. We wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself by finishing all over the floor,” she said, her blue eyes sparkling.

She twitched as his fingers brushed against her lower lips. Her breathing hitched and her grip on him tightened just a hair.

“Maybe I should,” he said, tracing his thumb around her marehood. “The floor’s better looking, and it’s not gonna bitch at me for getting cum on its fur.”

Rarity opened her mouth to say something, but that turned into a moan as he reached up and gave one of her nipples a pinch. “A-Attic—”

“I guess I’d rather cum in something nice and warm though,” he continued, twisting the sensitive nub between his fingers.

His other hand slipped down to her marehood. Coating a finger in juices running down her inner thighs, he slipped a finger inside of her. Rarity’s moan grew in volume as her inner muscles clamped down on the digit with a surprising amount of force. A spurt of precum shot out of her marehood, coating his hand.

Atticus raised an eyebrow, looking down at her marehood. “Huh. I don’t know if I’m the one who needs to worry about finishing too early, Rare,” he said, slowly beginning to pump his finger in and out of her.

The mare’s eyes began to slip close when he added another finger. A half-dozen small spasms ran up and down her body as she let out a shaky sigh.

He grinned at the sight, feeling oddly pleased with himself. “You’d think after all of the cocks you’ve taken you’d be able to last more than a minute.”

Rarity’s eyes shot open. Before he could say another word, he felt an unseen force giving his balls a squeeze.

“I am not a slut, and I don’t appreciate you insinuating as such. Especially in the bedroom,” she said, an edge creeping into her voice. She leaned up toward him as he stood there, frozen. “I am a lady, and I demand to be treated like one.”

Though everything in him screamed to just agree with her, Atticus bared his teeth at her. “Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuut.”

Not a second after the words left his lips, Rarity’s eyes narrowed. Though she didn’t smash his boys into paste, she did rear a hoof back. While he wouldn’t have usually been worried about a three-foot-high marshmallow pony hitting him, Atticus knew from experience just how strong the particular pony in his arms was. This caused him to wince, turning his head to the side and readying himself for the blow. The punch or slap never came however. What did come was a kiss from Rarity so fierce that it knocked him off his feet and onto the carpeted floor.

“Motherfuck—thmp!”

Pinning him to the floor with her hooves, Rarity deepened their kiss with a low growl. Atticus twitched as he felt her grabbing the base of his cock. He could see the anger on her face, as well as see her tail and back legs twitching. He tried to reach up and touch the mare, only for her magic to pin his hands to the floor.

“Hey, what did I say about magic?” he asked, red-faced and breathless.

“I tried to treat you like a civilized creature, but of course you threw my goodwill in my face,” she said, staring down at him with fired in her eyes. “So, if you insist on acting like a beast I shall treat you like a beast.”

She rubbed the tip of his cock against her marehood, causing him to squirm. She seemed just as affected as him, her expression becoming almost desperate.

“A-And, since you are a beast, I see absolutely no issue with ravishing you where you lie!” she said.

She applied more pressure to his cock, using it to part her folds.

He sneered even as his manhood throbbed. “Bring it, b-bitch.”

Rarity furrowed her brow. She took a deep breath, and was about to lower herself onto him, when something very large and heavy smashed through her bedroom window.

“CANTERLOT GUARD! GET ON THE BUCKING GROUND!”

“Fifteen hours. I leave the two of you alone for fifteen hours and you both get arrested.”

If Twilight had been upset the day before it was a drop in the bucket to what she was feeling now as she looked at Rarity and Atticus from the other side of her desk.

Her eyes were narrowed down to slits. Her hooves were propped up on her desk so she could lean across it to glare at them. Her mane and tail weren’t quite on fire yet, but every once in awhile the unicorn and human would see wisps of smoke rising up from them. It would have been a disconcerting sight for any that looked upon her. However, a long, uncomfortable night in Ponyville’s jail had given the two of them ample opportunity to get their stories straight.

“It’s not what you think, Twi,” Atticus said.

“Really?” Twilight said, her eyes narrowing. “The guard didn’t catch the two of you trying to kill each other in Rarity’s bedroom while you were buck naked?”

“Exactly dear,” Rarity said, trying her hardest to make her mane somewhat presentable. “This has all just been a grave misunderstanding.”

Twilight looked at the two of them very carefully. Poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue, she sat back into her chair. For several seconds she did nothing, just staring at them with narrowed eyes. Rarity and Atticus stared back, both of them giving her their best smiles.

“Okay… Tell me what happened then,” she finally said.

“After you left yesterday, Atticus and I had a very long talk on what could be done to fix our relationship,” Rarity said. “There was quite a bit of back and forth, but we eventually found an activity that would help us bond.”

Twilight nodded, though from the look on her face it was plain to see that she was going to take everything said with a grain of salt. “And what was the activity? Beating the horse apples out of each other?”

“Actually, the two of us decided on sewing,” Rarity replied, ignoring the sarcasm in her friend’s tone.

A silence descended upon the office. Twilight’s eyes narrowed down to slits, and if Atticus and Rarity didn’t know any better, they would have said that the temperature in the room jumped several degrees.

“Knitting?” Twilight said, unnervingly calm.

“Yep. I wanted to do something with roller-skating but Rarity here doesn’t have the legs for it,” Atticus said.

“I’m quite pleased with the idea myself, if you don’t mind me saying,” Rarity added. “I’m able to show Atticus something that I love and he gains the ability to repair his horrid—” She cleared her throat. “to repair his clothing.”

“What about Atticus being naked?” Twilight asked. “Or what about the guard finding you on top of him? Or the bite marks each of you have?”

“Opal is a very affectionate feline when she wishes to be,” Rarity replied.

“Yeah, the second we both sat down the little furball was all over us,” Atticus said. “She got a bit carried away is all.”

“A cat made those bite marks?”

“I wouldn’t believe it either if I hadn’t been there, Twiggles.”

Twilight leaned forward in her chair, and looked like she was about to open up her mouth to say something. At the last moment however, the alicorn deflated, letting out a sigh as she leaned back into her chair.

“And what about the part of you being nude?” she asked, exasperation coming to her tone.

“Atticus, the silly stallion that he is, decided that the two of us should use the clothing that he was wearing at the time to test his fledgling skills on,” Rarity said.

“Since I’m an idiot though I forgot to bring any holey shirts for us to practice on,” Atticus said, laying it on as thick as he could. “So one thing led to another and I guess I just found myself liberated of clothing.”

“I can assure you that there was nothing nefarious about what the guards saw in my bedroom, darling,” Rarity said, placing a hoof on Atticus’s knee. “I had a bit of a fall and accidently took Atticus with me. I was just about ready to get to my hooves so that I could help the poor stallion to his feet when the guards made themselves known.”

For a moment, a small, tired smile came to Twilight’s face. “That’s the biggest load of horse apples that I think I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Atticus and Rarity deflated slightly, though their smiles stubbornly refused to budge.

Pushing her chair out from her desk, Twilight stood up. “However, since the two of you have been in here neither one of you has said anything mean to one another or given each other dirty looks.”

Her smile widened and she almost looked pleased.

“And, while I could just go and get Applejack so she’d be able to tell me without a shadow of doubt that the two of you are lying, you two working together means that your relationship has actually improved. Which means that whatever you were actually doing when the guards crashed through your window had at least some benefits.”

Rarity attempted to open her mouth, only for Twilight to gently, but firmly, close it with a spell.

“While I’m not happy at all that I had to get both of your flanks out of prison again, I really do want the two of you to get along better.” With a flap of her wings, she hopped back into her chair. “So, I’m not going to ask what the hay happened. As long as the two of you aren’t hurting each other, or anypony else, or destroying anything, I’m happy.”

Both Rarity and Atticus let out sighs of relief.

“Thanks Twi, it really—” Atticus began, only for his mouth to be closed as well.

“But, that doesn’t mean that the two of you can keep having run-ins with the guard,” Twilight continued. “So, we’re going to set some ground rules.”

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

“Atticus, I do not see how you find this at all amusing.”

Since Rarity and Atticus had left Twilight’s castle, Atticus had a grin on his face. While this wasn’t uncommon for the human, what got them looks was that he was grinning while walking side-by-side with a mare that he downright hated yesterday. Whispers could be heard from the townsponies as the two walked down the street. Atticus was completely oblivious to these stares, however, though the same could not be said of Rarity, who was looking around nervously.

“I don’t see how you can,” he replied, his grin growing a little wider. “I mean, the guards smash through your window, they drag both of our asses to jail, and now we gotta write friendship reports!”

A giggle escaped his lips. If Rarity didn’t know any better she would have said that he sounded slightly deranged.

“I don’t know about you, but I didn’t think that this was how I was gonna spend my Thursday afternoon.”

“I can’t believe that you told foals to call the guard,” Rarity said, giving him a dirty look.

“I can't believe they actually did it,” Atticus replied. “I bet all of those little buggers had their ears pressed up against the doors listening to see if there was any yelling.”

“Oh course there would have been yelling,” Rarity hissed, checking to make sure that nopony was within earshot before leaning toward him. “That’s what one does when they’re in the throngs of passion.”

“Man, I can’t get the look on that guard’s face when he saw the two of us just lying there,” Atticus said with another giggle. “And your scream? Goddammit do I wish I had a camera set up somewhere.”

“I’ve never been more humiliated in my life! I spent a night in jail for Celestia’s sake!”

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Not for a delinquent like yourself perhaps, but for me it was if I were in Tartarus.”

“Baby.”

“Brute.”

The two turned down a mostly empty street. Quite a few ponies watched them go, whispering among themselves all the while.

Rarity let out a quiet groan as the night’s trials finally caught up with her. “This stress is going to ruin my complexion,” she whined.

“What, that dirty cell didn’t ruin it enough?” Atticus asked.

She nudged him with her shoulder, though not as hard as she could have. After that the two of them drifted off into a comfortable silence.

“Hey Rare?”

“Yes dear?”

“Where are you taking us anyway?”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “You’d think you’d be able to know the route to your own home by now, my dear.”

Atticus looked around. “Huh. I guess we are going down Maleberry Road, aren’t we?” he asked no one in particular. “So why are we going there.”

Rarity let out a long-suffering sigh. “Being the gentlemare that I am, I thought that it would be in good manners to walk you home after such a trying evening.”

“Really?” he asked, looking down at her.

“I know that for a brute like you a night in prison is like a trip to the spa, but even still I thought that the gesture should be done,” she replied. “And, while we were walking, I had thought of discussing with you what we are to do this evening.”

“Evening? What the hell are we doing this evening?” Atticus asked, stopping in the middle of the street.

Without looking at him, Rarity grabbing him by the hand with her magic and gave him a firm yank, forcing him to follow after her. “What we are doing is continuing where we left off last night,” she said. “And, since your home is more secluded, I had thought it a good idea that we continue our… therapy, there.”

“You wanna do something else together right after what happened?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Setbacks or not, I’m not the kind of mare to leave things half-finished,” Rarity said, looking up at him coolly. “Our first session wasn’t properly completed. Ergo, we must take steps to correct that, otherwise we’ll never begin our first few steps on the road to friendship.”

Atticus’s expression soured slightly. Though he actually could stand being around the mare walking beside him a lot more this morning—he chalked it up to a lack of sleep and a night spent in a cell, however—he didn’t care all that much at the idea of her being in his home. The last time she had been there things had been said, and at one point he may have tried to attack her with a badminton racket. Still, despite his unease at the very thought of her stepping into his house, he figured that it was only fair. After all, he did inadvertently get them both arrested.

“…Alright, I guess I’ll clear my schedule then,” he said.

“Good,” Rarity replied, a very small smile coming to her face; the first real smile she had worn that entire morning. “I’ll make sure to come near sundown. That will give you more than enough time to clean your pigsty.”

Frowning, Atticus opened his mouth to rebuke the mare, only for her to magically pull his head down towards her.

“Atticus, after the nonsense you put me through your house will be spotless when I knock on your door,” she said, her eyes narrowing down to slits. “Spotless. Especially your bedroom. I also want you to take a nice, long soak in your bathtub.”

Atticus rolled his eyes. “Christ, fine, fine, I’ll have everything nice and tidy for you,” he said, giving her horn a light flick so he could stand back up to his full height. “I know how this whole thing goes.”

“If you knew how this ‘whole thing’ truly went a guard wouldn’t have gone through my window!” To his surprise, Rarity grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. “Which is why I must teach you.”

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

The rest of the day went by very slowly for Atticus. True to his word, as soon as Rarity had dropped him off on his front porch he went inside and started cleaning. During this time, he did his best not to think about what was going to happen as soon as the sun had set. He, of course, failed.

The more he thought about Rarity coming into his house the more nervous he became. He worked his way through his house twice cleaning every inch of it. He even grabbed the ladder in his basement and gave the wall a good scrubbing.

He didn’t know why he was nervous. It wasn’t like he cared what she’d think about his house. So what if there was dust and dirt everywhere? His clothes could have been stacked to the ceiling and it shouldn’t have mattered as long as his bed was nice and clean. Still, despite telling himself this about a dozen of times he cleaned and cleaned, and after he was done cleaning he even went ahead and washed all of his dirty clothes.

By the time he had put his clothes out on the line it was about midday. Atticus made himself something to eat, then he went upstairs and took a nice long, relaxing soak in the tub. When he had thoroughly cleaned himself from head to toe he made his way into his living room with a book that he had borrowed from Twilight just the other day. He was just about to open up said book and let it take him away to places unknown when he paused.

“…Hmm. Should I go to the market and get something to drink for her?” he asked the air.

His brow furrowed in thought as he pondered the question. After a full minute of intense thought, he finally let out a snort.

“Fuck that,” he said, opening the book to its first page. “That white pain in the ass needs to blow my goddamn mind before I’ll even think about buying her shit. Why the hell would I even think about something as stupid as that…?”

Giving his head a shake, he began to read.

The book, despite being from a series that he had grown to love, couldn’t quite keep his attention. Just as he was about to get immersed in the world he found himself thinking of that snooty, uptight, pain in the ass. He thought about how her voice would grate his ears the second she came through his front door and opened that mouth hers. He thought about those big blue eyes of hers glancing around his house with a look of disapproval that would make him shake with rage. He also thought about the way that she walked, and that awful perfume she always wore.

He thought about the unicorn so hard that not only did his book lay in his lap forgotten, but he lost track of time. It wasn’t until there was a knock at the door did he stir, looking around to see that the sun had begun to set.

“Son of a bitch…” he said to himself, looking around the room, then down at the book in his lap, then at his front door.

A few seconds passed before there was more knocking at his door. Atticus immediately stood up, closing his book and placing it onto the coffee table in front of his couch. He then made his way to his front door—pointedly not giving himself the once over—and opened the front door.

There, standing on his front porch, with a large black bag sitting on her back and her head held high, was Rarity. Looking her up and down, he saw that she was no longer the frazzled, tired mare that had left him on his porch earlier that day. Her coat had been cleaned and brushed so that it seemed to shimmer in the setting sun. Her mane and tail had likewise been looked after, styled into their usual silly shapes.

Just like him, Rarity was giving him the once-over. Her nose was slightly scrunched, but she didn’t seem outright disapproving.

“Atticus,” she said, her tone business-like.

Atticus released the breath that he didn’t know he had been holding. “Horse.”

The two of them stood looking at each other for several more seconds.

“Well? Are you going to ask me to come in or are the two of us going to stand here all day?” Rarity asked.

Atticus rolled his eyes. “Come on in you fucking antsy pants,” he said, motioning her inside before turning around and making his way back into his living room.

Rarity, to her credit, only paused for a second before following him, closing and locking his door. “I see that you actually cleaned,” she said, looking around. “I must say that I’m surprised.”

He sat down onto his couch with a grunt. “I’ll have you know that I keep a pretty tight ship,” he said. “Not like you and your mess of a boutique.”

“And I’ll have you know that there’s no messes in my boutique,” she replied, setting her bag onto his coffee table before sitting down. “At worst there is organized chaos.”

Atticus leaned back into his couch. “If you say so,” he said, looking over at her. “So… I guess I should ask you if you want something to drink before we do whatever we’re going to do?”

Rarity smiled. “I suppose you should; and you needn’t worry yourself about that, dear. I made sure to refresh myself before leaving.”

He nodded, turning his attention toward the bag sitting on his table. “So, mind telling me what that is?”

“That, my dear human, is a bag,” she told him without batting an eyelash.

Atticus’s expression soured. “Alright smartass. What’s in the bag then,” he said, reaching over to flick her ear.

Rarity’s horn glowed, and with a spell she picked up the bag and levitated it over. She was about to drop it into his lap but paused. A second or two passed before she took a deep breath and released the bag.

“Why don’t you see for yourself, dear?”

Giving the unicorn a sidelong glance, Atticus gave the surprisingly heavy bag a poke. When that didn’t prompt anything negative he reached for the zipper, slowly unzipping the bag and opening it up. His brow furrowed at the bags contents.

“…Huh.”

Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a pair of padded handcuffs. He set them down on his coffee table before reaching into the bag once again and pulling out another set of handcuffs.

“What? These to keep the guys from running away screaming?” he asked, before peering back down into the bag. “What the hell is that…?”

He reached into the bag again and again, pulling out more and more objects. There must have been some sort of spell placed on the bag, because he soon found himself having to place some of the items on the floor. Ball gags, straps, lingerie or different shapes, colors, and sizes, and whips were presented, but there were other things whose function that he couldn’t even guess at.

When it was all said and done, when he had finally emptied the bag and had everything sat out in front of him, Atticus leaned back and let out a whistle.

“Jesus Christ. I knew you were the queen of all bitches, Rare, but I didn’t know you were a degenerate too.”

Rarity, who had up till now been just watching him quietly, flinched. “Please. I have no doubt that you have sex toys somewhere in your home.”

“There’s sex toys and there’s a sex toy collection, Rare,” he replied, picking up a whip and giving it a few swings. “I mean, just look at all of it! I’ve been trying to think up a way to make fun of you for owning all of this, but I got nothing.”

He dropped the whip and picked up a small glass bottle.

“What the hell is this even? Some kind of weird sex potion?”

“You really do know how to put a mare in the mood, Atticus,” Rarity said, snatching the bottle out of his hand.

Though she was trying her best to appear casual, a very nervous, unsure expression was starting to work its way onto her face.

“With all of this shit you probably need a murder victim and three-headed dog to get into the mood, you weirdo,” Atticus replied.

Rarity gave him a slight slap on the knee, her cheeks now glowing. “I had thought that since there’s no need for the two of us to be tactful about our sexual preferences it might be beneficial if we both were upfront,” she said, working up the courage to look over at him

“And bringing your entire sex toy collection is a good way to do that?”

The mare’s face scrunched up before she looked down at the floor. “If the two of us are going to be seeing each other more often showing it to you now is better than showing it to you later down the road,” she said, fidgeting in her seat. “And I’d much rather have all of the essentials here than have to bring them from home every time that I’d like to… try something new.”

“Really? After all seeing all of this shit I figured we’d just sit on the couch and hold hooves.”
“Atticus…”

“I mean, jesus Rare. Do you show all of your boytoys this or am I just lucky?”

“I had hoped that you would be an adult about this,” Rarity grumbled, rubbing a foreleg.

“I’m really trying to be, really I am, but come on,” Atticus replied, motioning toward everything laid out. “At least wait a bit. Blow me, let me eat you out. Let’s fuck a couple of times before you show me everything.”

Rarity, puffing her cheeks out, said nothing. Her annoyed expression dulled into a look of sadness, embarrassment, and regret. This expression gave Atticus pause.

As much as he couldn’t stand the mare, it must have taken some real guts for her to bring all of this with her to his house. She couldn’t stand him just like he couldn’t stand her, and she probably knew that if he wanted to he could do whatever he wanted with these toys as soon as he left. He could even ruin her reputation if he were so inclined. She had taken a risk, a very big risk, and placed her faith in him.

“...Still, I guess I could keep this stuff here if you wanted,” he said. “I have no idea where I’m gonna put it all though.”

If he would have been paying attention, he would have noticed a look of relief flashing across Rarity’s face. “So it would be alright if I were to keep everything here then?” she asked.

“If I can find somewhere to put it all,” Atticus replied, leaning down to pick up what looked like a hand puppet with a dildo attached to it. “I might not have company over all that much, but on the off chance I do, I really don’t want to explain why I have… whatever the fuck this thing is.”

“Oh I’m sure we can find somewhere to place all of this,” Rarity said, looking out at the sea of toys in front of her. Biting her lip and reaching up to tuck bit of stray hair behind her ear, she looked back up at the human. “Atticus?”

Atticus dropped the hand puppet and reached for a lime green G-string that was sitting next to a book titled “Pony Sutra: 1001 Positions To Try With That Special Somepony”.

“Hmm?”

Rarity licked her lips, sitting up straight and doing her very best to appear calm and collected. “There wouldn’t happen be anything that catches your eye? Something that you might wish to use at a later date...?”

Atticus stopped playing with all of the toys, looking over at her. “You want me to use some of this stuff on you?”

“I-I never said such a thing!” Rarity said, quietly wishing that her white coat was better suited to hiding a blush. “I’m merely asking if you saw anything that caught your eye.”

The urge to tease the mare instantly came to mind. However, he was able to beat down the idea, if only barely.

“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you go ahead and pick out whatever you want and we’ll go from there,” he told her, clapping his hands together.

Atticus could see the gears churning in Rarity’s head as she looked at him. “…Really?” she asked, her voice quiet yet hopeful.

“Yeah. I guess I owe you for what happened yesterday,” he replied. “But I swear to god if you try to put anything up my fucking butt I’m gonna skin you alive then dump you in a bathtub full of fucking lemon juice.”

From the look on Rarity’s face it appeared she hadn’t heard a word he had said. Her eyes slowly began to widen, and the small smile on her face grew to Pinkie-like proportions. Letting out a girlish giggle, she clapped her hooves together, wiggling around on his couch for a few seconds before leaping off of it.

“Well! Thank you very much, Atticus! Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you’d be so willing!” she said, practically skipping. “I promise that I’ll do my best to make this an unforgettable experience. Now, if you don’t mind me asking, are you allergic to latex? Also, how do you feel about blindfolds, or restraints? And does the idea of food play appeal to you?”

Before Atticus could even process just what she had said, she shook her head.

“Now, now, now let us not get ahead of ourselves, Rarity. We’ll have plenty of time to truly explore. Tonight we shall start off simply!”

The unicorn let out another giggle of delight, trotting in place as the tip of her horn glowed. Here and there some of the objects on the floor began to raise into the air.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. No. No. Oh my goodness no. At least not yet. Oh! That would look lovely on me! That as well.”

Atticus watched his living room floor like a hawk, ready to veto anything that looked remotely phallic shaped. Thankfully for him, Rarity didn’t seem to be in that sort of mood. Instead, she seemed to wish to go as vanilla as she could. A set of handcuffs, a blindfold, a set of socks, and a paddle with her cutiemark caved into the handle were the only things floating in the end.

Barely able to contain herself, she looked over at him. “Would it be alright if I brought these to the bedroom, dear?” she asked.

Atticus’s nose scrunched up. “Don’t call me dear like that. It’s fucking weird.”

“Would it be alright if I brought these to the bedroom, you mongrel?” Rarity asked, sounding like she was almost teasing him.

“Yeah, it’s all fine I guess,” he replied, rising to his feet. “Now come on, let's get this whole thing started.”

With a skip and a happy cry, Rarity trotted out of the living room and toward his stairs. Atticus watched her go. He was about to follow her upstairs to see where the night would take him when something caught his eye. It was the small glass bottle that Rarity had snatched out of his hands.

Walking over, he squatted down and picked it up. “Mrs. Z’s Tonic of Sensitivity. Just a few drops will make your lover wild,” he read.

Tapping a finger against the bottle’s neck, he looked over at the direction that Rarity went. Letting out a hum, he quickly pocketed the bottle before standing up.

“Hey, my bedroom’s the second on the left,” he called.

“I have eyes, darling,” Rarity called back. “Also, it’s very rude to keep a lady waiting~!”

Atticus made his way through his house and up the stairs. Walking down the hall toward his bedroom, he saw that his door had been closed. Curious, he pressed his ear against it. Listing carefully, he could make out the sounds of Rarity trotting around his bedroom humming to herself.

“Hey, what’s with the closed door?”

“Give me just a moment!” Rarity called.

“What about the whole it’s rude to keep a lady waiting?” Atticus asked, reaching for the door’s knob, only to find that his door had been locked.

“Please. You’re far too boorish to be a lady. Now just for a few moments while I make everything just perfect.”

Leaning against his bedroom door, Atticus crossed his arms as he shook his head. “She better not fuck anything up in there,” he grumbled to himself. “I just cleaned up that fucking room…”

There was some grunting on the other side of the door. His bed’s frame creaked, and the metallic sound of handcuffs clicking in place could be heard. A moment after that his door was unlocked.

“Alright Atticus, I’m ready,” Rarity said, sounding a little breathless. “You may come in now.”

Grabbing the doorknob, Atticus gave it a twist before pushing his door open. To his relief, he saw that his room was pretty much as he had left it. All except his bed that is.

Rarity was lying on top of his freshly washed sheets. Both sets of her now sock-covered legs were handcuffed, effectively immobilizing the mare. Sitting on one of his pillows was the blindfold, and sitting right next beside her was the paddle. Rarity herself was staring at him with a blush on her face.

“Well? What do you think?” she asked, biting her lip.

“I was wondering what the hell you were doing with those handcuffs,” Atticus said, stepping into his room. He stopped for a moment, looking at the paddle.

Rarity followed his gaze. “Do you like it?” she asked, levitating it into the air with a fond smile. “I carved this myself out of a slab of ironwood that Fluttershy was kind enough to find in the Everfree.”

Walking over, Atticus grabbed the paddle out of her magic and examined it. “Really? I didn’t think you had woodworking in you.”

Rarity wiggled around on his bed, checking to see if she was completely immobile. “When one cannot find what one is looking for, it is best to strive to fill the need by oneself,” she said. “And besides, it’s never a bad idea to broaden your horizons and try new things.”

Atticus gave the paddle a few swings. Though he had no personal experience with paddles, this one had a real heft to it. The many holes drilled into it allowed him to swing it as hard and as fast as he wanted.

Taking a step back, he held the paddle like a baseball bat and swung it as hard as he could. The paddle whistled through the air. He didn’t hear anything cracking, and it didn’t feel like it was about to fall apart.

Though he didn’t notice, Rarity was watching him intently, her eyes wide as she rubbed her back legs together. “A-Atticus?”

“Hm?” he replied, holding the paddle like a sword and doing through a few silly motions, complete with sound effects.

“As m-much as I’m sure you’re enjoying yourself, isn’t there something that you’d like to strike with that paddle in those beastly hands of yours?” Rarity asked, giving her flank a wiggle.

Atticus stopped his katas to look down at the mare. Lowering the paddle, his gaze wandered to her pert backside. Seeing where his gaze was directed, she wiggled her flank a little harder, trying her hardest to entice him.

“…We’re still going with the safe word thing, right?” he asked.

Rarity nodded. “Of course.”

Nodding, he tapped the paddle against his knee before walking to the edge of the bed. Rarity practically beamed as he drew closer, her big blue eyes shining with excitement.

As he loomed over the marshmallow horse lying in his bed, Atticus could feel a rush of emotions flowing through him. Excitement, nervousness, amusement, arousal. He also had things he wanted to say; many, many things that might would have no doubt left him confused and vulnerable.

Slowly, without saying a word, he set the paddle down on the bed and grabbed the blindfold. “Remember, the word’s fashionista.”

“Fabulous, darling.”

“Whatever. Just remember it.”

A shiver ran through Rarity’s body as he put the blindfold on her before standing back up. “I’d appreciate it if you weren’t gentle, Atticus,” she said. “As I’ve showed you time and again, I’m not some porcelain doll. I won’t break.”

She rolled onto her back as best as she could, exposing herself to him. Her marehood was slick with her arousal, and her teats were rock hard. Atticus found himself licking his lips at the sight, his stomach tightening.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said as he pulled out the small bottle in his pocket.

Giving it a glance, he picked up the paddle and walked to the other end of the room. He then sat the paddle down, uncorked the bottle as quietly as he could, and made his way back, a small grin on his face.

Rarity, as if sensing that something was amidst, perked her ears up. “Atticus? Are you still here dear? Because if you aren’t I will be very cros—OHH!”

Grabbing the mare by the hips, Atticus dragged her to the edge of his bed. Spreading her legs out as wide as he could, he got down on his knees, the bottle still in hand.

Rarity squirmed in his grasp, letting out a breathless giggle. “Oh yes, just like that! Use me like one of your monkey females~”

Rolling his eyes, Atticus brought the bottle to his lips. Tilting it back, he allowed some of the liquid to fill his mouth. He could feel a tingle on his tongue, but other than that he couldn’t feel any other effects. Quietly hoping that this stuff wasn’t going to have any negative effects on him, he swished the liquid around like mouthwash as he leaned forward.

“…What is that sound, Atticus? What are you—Ah~!”

Rarity’s breathing hitched as he opened his mouth, allowing the liquid to drop down upon her marehood. The liquid—which was pink upon closer inspection—mixed in with the mare’s juices. A few moments passed before its color changed to a deep purple, then a light blue before turning completely clear.

Atticus blinked, a small, thoughtful frown coming to his face as he put the cork back into the bottle and tossed it to the edge of the bed. “Huh... Hopefully that shit doesn’t turn my tongue a different color…”

Rarity squirmed a little more forcefully. “A-Atticus! I demand that you stop teasing me immediately f-for Celestia’s sake!”

His eyes darted up toward the panting and flustered mare. Frown deepening, he reared back a hand and gave her rump a hard slap.

“Can you stop bitching for five minutes?” he asked, pulling back with his other hand to give the other side of her bottom a smack.

Her back arched as she let out a loud moan, a fresh coat of precum coating her legs. “Oh you beast! You cretin! You… You…”

Atticus didn’t notice her trailing off, too busy trying to wiggle his head between her handcuffed legs.

“Atticus? What did you do? My marehood feels—ohmyCelestia!”

The human let out a growl as he pressed his lips against her marehood. His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking her lower lips clean. Thanks to the potion, he could feel every little minute bump and ridge. He could feel the different textures of her flesh, and the way that it tensed and shifted. It was an incredibly odd experience, but not an unpleasant one.

“Ohmyword!”

Rarity’s back legs clamped around his head. He let out a growl in response, giving both of her cutiemarks a slap. His tongue teased her opening, parting the lips and revealing the pink underneath.

Rarity’s eyes widened to the side of dinner plates. “Oh my word, oh my word, oh my Celestia, AtticusdidyoutakethatpotionwhenIwasn’t—”

Before he could slip his tongue inside of her and taste her surprisingly sweet juices straight from the source, a rush of cum hit him straight in the face. Reflexively, he tried to lean back, only for Rarity’s legs to clamp around his head with a crushing amount of force, driving his face back into her marehood.

“Ohhhhh myyyyyyy Ceeeeellllleeeesssttttiiiiaaaa!” she screamed, bucking and jerking.

Atticus grinned as he did his best to lick his lips clean. The nice thing would have been to wait for her to ride out her orgasm before continuing anything else, but he wasn’t here to be nice. Like Rarity herself had said, there wasn’t any love between him. So, with that in mind, he held into the little mare nice and tight, took a deep breath, and leaned forward to drive his tongue as deep into her as possible.

He felt her inner muscles flex as she let out a scream that echoed throughout the house. He let out a hum in response, tracing the tip of his tongue along one of her walls, feeling a patch of skin a bit rougher than the rest. He paused for a moment, wondering what it was, before deciding to go for broke and giving it a good old tongue bath.

“OhAsdjansknslknslmylksndlknknkdgoddnessksjdfnksjdns—!”

Rarity’s body jerked again, and a rush of fluids filled his mouth. He did his best to lap them all up, digging his fingers into her rump to give it a squeeze.

He could feel her cum running down his face and neck. He could feel the heat coming off of her marehood. He also felt every spasm, every twitch of her marehood. And he needed more.

He wanted to hear this pain in the ass to squirm. He wanted to make her scream herself hoarse. He wanted to keep licking until she was nothing more than a mess of a mare.

From in between Rarity’s soft, firm thighs, he heard her let out another scream. More cum filled his mouth, tickling his fast buds. He growled, continuing to lick and kiss, wanting more, demanding more.

Rarity herself was beginning to break down. Unbeknownst to him, her eyes were rolling in her skull, and sweat was beginning to pour down her body. Her grip around his head loosened, and her vision dimmed.

More than once she had used that potion—and oh did she know which potion that barbarian had taken when she wasn’t watching— but never before had it been this strong. She could feel every lick and wiggle of the human’s tongue amplified to the hundredth degree. It sent not sparks but waves of pleasure up and down her body. It was so pleasurable, in fact, that she realized the world was beginning to spin.

“F…F… Fabulous! Fabulous!!” she screamed, knowing that one more orgasm would leave her unconscious.

For several seconds, she thought Atticus was going to ignore her and keep licking until she was well and truly senseless. The thought both left her aroused and panicked. She knew that if she did faint she’d never hear the end of it from him.

Another bolt of hoof curling pleasure made her already thundering heart beat a bit faster. The edges of her vision began to blacken, and she could hear static, but before she fully went under she felt Atticus’s tongue slip out of her.

“What? What’s wrong, Rare?” he asked, his voice muffled by her thighs.

Rarity’s eyes crossed as she felt his hot, moist breath wash over her marehood. Her entire body clenched, and she very nearly forced his head back between his legs, but caught herself at the last second.

“I… J-Just…” she let out a groan, letting her head fall back onto one of Atticus’s pillows. “Please dear… Just… Just give me a moment.”

She closed her eyes, doing her best to ease some of the tension in her now sore, aching body. Atticus, meanwhile, looked up at her with a furrowed brow.

“…Was that weird little potion too much then?”

“If I had… feeling in my hooves… you’d be on… the receiving end… of a rather… vicious beating,” Rarity replied.

Atticus untangled himself from between her legs. She squirmed when she felt him kissing both of her cutiemarks with a tenderness that would have made her smile if she had had the strength to.

“You alright?” he asked, pushing off the bed and standing up.

“Next time… a little warning… would be appreciated,” she replied.

Her horn sparked to life, and though it took far more concentration than she would have cared to admit, she removed the blindfold so she could tiredly glare at him. A small burst of satisfaction welled up inside of her when she saw his face, neck, and some of his chest coated in her juices, but she did her best to ignore it. She also did her best to ignore the fact that he would no doubt have her scent on him for at least the next month, and how much she enjoyed the idea of it. Despite herself however, she couldn’t help but smile.

“Still… That was rather… nice,” she said. “Short though… it was. Thank you…”

Atticus snorted as he tried his best to wipe the cum out of his eyes. “Hey, it’s not my fault you’re a two-pump chump,” he said.

He waited for a biting retort, but he received none. Taking a step toward his bed, he noticed that Rarity’s breathing had slowed, and all of the tension had left her body.

Reaching down, he touched her cheek. “Out like a light after a few rounds? And you didn’t even return the favor? Talk about a shitty lay,” he said. “I mean, I didn’t even get to use the paddle or anything.”

Rarity, dead to the world, let out a quiet snore, giving his hand a sleepy nuzzle before going still once more.

Pulling his hand away, Atticus let out a sigh. “Well, I guess our letter to Twi about this is gonna be a short one,” he said, a small smile coming to his face as he walked over to his closet.

Opening his closet doors, he reached in and pulled out a blanket. Walking back over to his bed, he threw the blanket, tucking the still handcuffed unicorn in.

“Man, I can’t wait to see the look on her face after she reads that fucking thing…”

While Atticus had never found his ratty couch all that comfortable for sleeping, he had nevertheless spent many a night doing just that. Whether it was to get away from that swarm of parasprites that had somehow managed to get into his house, or just not being able to make it to his bedroom after a night of drinking, he’d usually find himself waking up on the dumpy, springy thing more often than he would have liked. And, since it was so uncomfortable, he could never quite drift off into a deep, satisfying sleep. This meant that when someone turned on his shower upstairs his eyes opened.

“Motherfucker… Who’s wasting all of my good hot water…?”

Lifting his head from his pillow, he looked around his living room. Seeing that the room was empty, he instead listened to his shower running. His brow furrowed as his tired, aching self wondered why someone would break into his house just to take a shower. It took a minute or two, but the events of the night before came meandering back.

Groaning, Atticus let his head flop back down onto the pillow as he closed his eyes. He had absolutely no idea how early it was, but he knew without a doubt that it would be far too early to deal with Rarity in any capacity. Doubly so since after what had happened last night.

‘Why did you leave me in those handcuffs? Why didn’t you make breakfast? A gentlestallion shouldn’t look like such a slob, even at this hour.’ He could already hear all of her bickering, complaining, and everything else that would no doubt make him want to pick the unicorn up and throw her out of a high window.

Usually, none of this would particularly concern him, but this morning he couldn’t help but feel a very uncomfortable emotion when faced with such a prospect. It wasn’t going to be like when they saw each other on the street. He had had his face buried between her legs just a few hours ago.

He had heard Rarity scream as he stuck his tongue in her. He had even tucked the mare in before hitting the hay himself. Hell, even though he had brushed his teeth he could still taste her.

Atticus shifted on the couch, pulling his blanket over his head. He had no desire to butt heads with Rarity today, so, deciding to take the high road, he’d simply go right back to sleep. If Rarity came in here and started screaming he’d just ignore her until she left.

Eyes still closed, he listened very carefully.

Rarity got out of the shower far faster than he expected. He heard her open his bathroom door, walking out into his hallway and into his bedroom. She seemed to mill around there for awhile. He heard some shifting, heard some things being moved, and then she was back out into the hallway and making her way toward his stairs.

He steeled himself, shutting his eyes tightly. He could hear Rarity humming a tune to herself as she trotted down the stairs. Quietly, he prayed that she’d just go straight for the front door, but it seemed that she had other plans. Her humming only grew louder and louder until eventually it sounded like she was just a few steps away.

He did his best to lie completely still, even as he felt her blue eyes on him. He tried to keep his breathing slow and even but that emotion welling up in his chest flared up. His heartbeat quickened, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t keep his legs from fidgeting.

Staring down at him, Rarity didn’t start to scream or shout. She didn’t start poking or nudging him. Instead, the tip of her horn glowed, lifting the bottom part of his blanket up.

Atticus twitched when he felt the mare wiggling under it. So surprised was he that he found himself rolling onto his back. This allowed Rarity to crawl up his body with relative ease.

Her movements were slow and thoughtful. He didn’t feel her hooves digging into any part of his person or stepping on any of his limbs. It took several seconds, but he eventually realized that she was doing her best to not wake him.

A feather-like nuzzle to the nape of his neck caused him to open his eyes. He picked up his head and looked down to see Rarity looking back up at him, a small smile on her face.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I hope that I didn’t wake you.”

Atticus was about to reply but she continued to crawl upward until their noses were touching. He could smell the soap that she had used just a few minutes ago, as well as feel a very slight wetness on her coat. Her mane, though prim and proper, didn’t yet have its trademark curl.

“I…” His brow furrowed. “It’d be hard not to wake up when you’re stomping all around upstairs,” he told her. “And now you’re coming down here and trying to crush me with your fat ass.”

To his surprise, Rarity let out a laugh. “You seemed quite riveted with my ‘fat ass’ last night, dear,” she said, using a spell to pull his blanket over the two of them. She then leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips, stopping any retort that he could think of.

Her lips were as soft as he remembered. She also didn’t seem to mind his morning breath all that much since she deepened the kiss for a moment or two before breaking it.

Atticus rolled his jaw, staring up at the mare with an unreadable expression. “So… How did you get out of those handcuffs?”

“Those hoofcuffs react to my magic,” Rarity replied. “All it takes is a spell and I’m free.”

“Good,” he said, looking away from her. “I really didn’t feel like looking around for some keys when I got up.”

Rarity, seemingly picking up on his unease, frowned. “Is there something wrong, dear?” she asked, nosing his cheek.

“Quit calling me dear, dammit,” he replied, leaning away from her. “And quit acting like... this.”

She rolled her eyes, playfully scoffing at him. “Acting like

“Stop acting all lovey dovey and nice and—” Atticus made vague hand gestures. “—And everything else. It’s fucking weird.”

A small smile came to Rarity’s face. “Oh, the big, bad Neanderthal can’t stomach a little affection, hmm?” she teased, leaning down for another kiss.

Atticus clamped a hand over her mouth. “Yeah, I can’t. Especially from you,” he said. “I mean, I thought the moment you woke up you’d either have headed out the door or try to pick a fight, not come down here and act like we’re a fucking married couple.”

Rarity’s glowed, and with a spell she pried his hand off of her mouth. “Excessive swearing only makes you look more simple-minded, darling.”

“Oh fuck you, you—”

“That being said, does it really seem so odd that I’d give you a bit of affection after what you did for me last night?” she continued, cutting him off.

“There’s a bit of affectionate and there’s climbing on top of me giving me kisses!”

“And what on earth is wrong with a few kisses?”

“Nothing! It’s just that—”

“Two ponies that are close have no issue with kissing, and after last night I’m quite certain that we’re at least a bit closer, are we not?”

“Yes. No. I mean, it’s not supposed to—”

Atticus groaned, covering his face with a hand.

“Yes. Yeah. I guess this is supposed to happen,” he said. “It’s just… I don’t know, it’s still… I mean we were trying to kill each other not two days ago and here you are lying on top of me!”

He closed his eyes, covering his face with a hand as he let out a tired sigh.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just freaking out because I didn’t get enough goddamn sleep…”

“Oh you poor thing,” Rarity said, tracing his jawline with the edge of a hoof. “The stress really is becoming too much already, isn’t it?

“Don’t you patronize me, you marshmallow degenerate,” he snapped. “I’m fine. I just need a few more hours of sleep.”

“No, no, sleep isn’t what you need, dear,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling it away from his face. “What you need is just a bit of release.”

He cracked open an eye to look up at her. “Release?”

Rarity nodded. “I should have known that this would happen sooner. For the past two days you’ve done nothing but lay your hands all over my gorgeous person without me properly returning the favor. I’m surprised you lasted this long without succumbing to your most bestial urges.”

Not taking her eyes off of him, she took one of his hands in between both of her hooves and brought it to her face.

“I’m terribly sorry, darling,” she said, nuzzling his palm. “If I had known that you would have been this backed up I wouldn’t have fallen asleep like I had.”

She turned his hand over, kissing each knuckle. Atticus tried to pull his hand away but she held it firmly. His fingers twitched with each soft, sweet brush of her lips.

“If this is to work me must strive not to be selfish in our affections,” Rarity continued, her voice lowering so that he had to strain to hear her. “We must be thoughtful, generous.” Popping one if his fingers into her mouth, she gave it a light suckle before letting it go with a pop. “I must be generous.”

Leaning down, she puckered her lips. Atticus wanted to turn his head, or push the mare away as he had done before, but her big, blue eyes kept him frozen. Her lips touched his, and when they did a bolt of lightning shot up his spine. Before he even realized what he was doing, his free hand reached up, cupping her cheek as he returned the kiss.

Rarity smiled, deepening it as she hugged his other hand to her chest. The blanket slid off the two as she started grinding her rump against his groin. Atticus let out a quiet groan, feeling himself hardening. His free hand left the mare’s face and began to make its way to the back of her head. He dug his fingers into her silky smooth, flawless mane. She let out a giggle, her blue eyes dancing as she rubbed their noses together.

His stomach doing flips, Atticus was just about to slip his tongue into her mouth and see where that would take him when Rarity broke their kiss. Her face was red as she pulled away, and her breath was a bit quicker than before. His face also felt a little warm, and he found himself panting as he looked up at her.

“You’re… You’re a terrible kisser,” he said.

“Don’t throw stones in glass houses, dear,” Rarity replied, giving his cheek a peck, then his neck. “Now, stop all of your fidgeting and let me take care of you.”

“I’m not fidgeting,” he grumbled, even as he wiggled around on his couch. “And stop fucking calling me dear.”

Rarity didn’t say anything. Pulling his shirt up, she just continued to make her way down his body, planting kisses all the while. She took her time, going from his sternum to his belly button, not breaking eye contact all the while.

Atticus squirmed harder and harder. He didn’t know quite what to do with his hands. His stomach was tight one moment, another moment it felt like it was trying to sink into his feet. As Rarity made her way down to his pants, she pulled the blanket off the two of them completely, letting it fall to the floor.

“Oh dear, look at this,” she said, tsking to herself as she eyed the obvious tent in his pants. “You’re about to burst from these hideous pajamas of yours.”

His brow furrowed. “There’s nothing wrong with my—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Rarity planted a kiss on his cloth covered length. He twitched, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates.

She giggled at the expression on his face. “Oh, did I perhaps detect a twitch?” she teased, pawing at the edge waistband of his boxers. “Is someone eager?”

Atticus said nothing, just staring at her with tightly clenched hands.

Rarity flashed him a toothy smile. “Your silence says more than enough, dear,” she said, trailing a hoof down his cloth-covered cock. “Oh, forgive me, I forgot that you don’t like it when I call you dear.”

She gently mouthed the whole length of his shaft while she tugged at his pants. Atticus bit back a moan, twitching.

“What should I call you then, Atticus, if you don’t mind me asking? Beast would quite suit you, though I recall you don’t like that either. Would darling suit your taste better?”

She buried her face into his groin, inhaling deeply. A shiver ran up the length of her body before she sat back up, her eyes half-lidded.

“No, no. Darling is too affectionate. We need something simple yet snappy. Something memorable and commanding. Oh, be a good stallion and lift your hips, would you?”

Atticus did as he was asked. Rarity, like a filly opening a Heart’s Warming present, pulled down his pajamas.

“Very good. Now where was I? Oh yes, we were discussing what I should call you during our sessions. Not beast, not darling. Your name is far too formal, and I don’t believe we can give each other pet names quite yet.”

Nuzzling his thigh, she slowly pulled his boxers down. Both Atticus and Rarity watched as more and more of his length was revealed. With one final tug, his cock sprang free, smacking Rarity’s face. Atticus couldn’t quite hold back a groan, letting his head fall back into his pillow.

The unicorn looked up at his length, drinking in every vein and bump. Her nostrils flared, taking in his scent, causing her eyelids to flutter. For a moment, a wild, hungry look came into her eyes. Another shiver ran up the length of her body and her mouth partially opened so that she could let her hot, moist breath wash over his member.

“Decisions, decisions,” she said, her tone breathy as she wrapped a hoof around his length.

She let out a hum, slapping his cock lightly against her cheek a few times with a thoughtful expression on her face. Atticus grit his teeth at the feeling, his hips jerking. His cock twitched, sending a spurt of pre firing from the tip to land on Rarity’s face. She quickly licked it up, her brow furrowed.

After a few seconds, a smile came to her face. “I think I’ve got it!” she said, looking at him as he managed to lift his head. “I believe that I’m going to keep calling you dear, despite your grumbling and groaning.”

She gave the space between his cock and balls a kiss. Atticus throbbed again, getting some pre into her mane.

“Of course, you’re free... to give me any... suggestions, dear,” she continued, kissing her way toward his tip. “All you... need to do is... say the... word.”

She pressed her lips against the tip of his cockhead as his member twitched, not breaking eye contact. Atticus bit his lip hard as he felt her warm, thick tongue slide across his urethra.

Rarity let out a happy hum, fondling his balls before pulling back. “Well dear?” she said, licking her lips. “I’m all ears.”

It took several seconds for Atticus’s pleasure-riddled mind to realize that she had said something. It took a few seconds more before he was able to get his jaw to work, and a few seconds after that to get his thoughts in order. He opened his mouth, ready to say something—what he honestly didn’t know—only for Rarity to blow on his tip.

His cock slapped against his belly. He let out a hiss, his face contorting as a bolt of lease made his toes curl. Rarity smiled pleasantly at the sight, eyeing the bead of pre that was now making its way down his length like a hungry lioness would her prey.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll think of something eventually, dear,” she said, making a show of opening her mouth nice and wide before planting another kiss on his tip. “Now, why don’t we see if I can do something about this, hmm~?”

Without giving him a chance to answer—not that he could even if he had wanted to—Rarity pressed her lips against his cockhead. Instead of pulling away a moment later however, she took his head into the warm, wetness of her mouth and started to suck.

Atticus’s breathing hitched, but he was able to mostly keep himself composed. That composure cracked somewhat when he felt her take another inch of him into her maw. He brought a hand up to his face to bit a knuckle as he felt her tongue swirling around his head. Rarity paused, looking up at him for a few moments before she started to bob her head.

No longer able to hold it in, he let out a groan. “F-Fuck…”

With each bob the unicorn took more and more of his length. As with everything else, she seemed in no hurry. Her mouth formed a tight seal around his maleness. Her tongue teased and tickled his shaft with each measured movement on her head.

He lifted a shaky hand and brought it down onto her head. Rarity let out a groan as he began scratching one of her ears. This rewarded her with another healthy dollop of pre, which she happily sucked down.

More and more of his length she took, until she was taking half of him with each bob. He could feel her saliva pooling around his sack, he could also see it soaking the fur around her muzzle.

“Y-You might be a p-pain in the ass but at least y-you can suck a dick,” he said, reaching down with his other hand to give her other ear a scratch. “I g-guess being a slut h-has its advantages…”

Rarity’s eyes widened slightly at the jab. Stopping mid bob, she glared at him with an angry gargle. Atticus shivered, giving her head a pet. She responded by giving him a bite. Not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to break him out of his pleasure-induced stupor for a few moments.

“Not a slut, a l-lady” he corrected, panting. “A beautiful lady. Really pretty...”

Rarity’s glare immediately softened at his words. Her lips curled upward, and her ears perked up. She let out a hum that sounded almost pleased before continuing her descent.

This time however, she didn’t stop at the halfway point. She took inch after inch of him with seemingly effort until, without so much as a wince, she pressed her muzzle against his lap. Groaning, she rubbed her nose against her belly, letting her tongue slip out of her mouth to give his balls a lick.

A jolt raced through Atticus’s body. A sound unlike any that he had ever made escaped his mouth as his eyes crossed. Rarity placed her hooves on his legs, keeping his hips from jerking. She watched his face with an air of amusement before slowly pulling back, her tongue lapping and licking all the while.

She reached halfway up his shaft before she once again began bobbing her head. She increased her pace, twisting her head with each bob and sucking much harder than she had before. Atticus, not able to help himself, grabbed two fists full of her mane, forcing her to hilt him time and again.

This time he could feel her gagging, tears forming out of the corners of her eyes. She didn’t try to pull away or stop him in anyway. In fact, the mare let out a groan moan.

He could feel a ticklish sensation building up. Each swipe of her tongue and each suckle drove him a little closer to the edge.

“R-Rarity… I’m gonna…”

Rarity’s half-lidded, hazy eyes snapped toward his face. Using her hooves to keep his lower body pinned to the couch, she pulled back until just his tip was in her mouth. Letting out a very unladylike growl, she began swirling her tongue around his head.

One final moan escaped Atticus. Heat exploded throughout his body. He felt his cock jerk, firing a load of cum into Rarity’s mouth, then another, then another. A rush of momentary pride filled him when he saw his cum spurting out of the sides of her mouth as she struggled to contain his load, but that was washed away in a sea of pleasure.

Rarity swallowed his cum as best as she could, her eyelids fluttering. She gave his balls a gentle squeeze, doing her best to make sure he gave her all he had.

As his orgasm began to taper off, Atticus felt his body lose all tension. His head flopped back onto his pillow. He closed his eyes, doing his best to catch his breath as little jolts of pleasure continued to race up and down his body.

He might have fallen asleep, tired and sweaty and absolutely satisfied, if not for the fact that he felt Rarity give his leg a few taps. He tried ignoring her, letting out an unhappy groan, but the tapping continued. Not able to take it anymore, he opened up his eyes and picked up his head to look at the red-faced, frazzled unicorn.

Rarity batted her eyelashes before she opened her mouth widely, showing him her cum-covered tongue. Giving him more than enough time to get a good look, she closed her mouth, letting out a hum before swallowing. She then reopened her mouth, showing him that she had swallowed everything he had given her.

It was too much for the poor man.

Reaching down, he wrapping his arms around Rarity and pulled her up toward him. “God… dammit.”

He kissed her right on the lips. He knew where those lips had just been, he also knew what had covered those lips, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He kissed her again and again, holding her as tightly as he could so that she couldn’t get away.

Rarity giggled, trying to tilt her head away. “Do you feel better now, dear?” she asked.

Atticus said nothing, reaching up and cupping her face so he could force her head back toward him so he could kiss her better. She just smiled, reaching up so she could toy with his hair. He, in turn, used his thumbs to brush the tears out of her eyes.

“Would you like to go out to breakfast after you’ve gotten this—” She giggled as he planted a few kisses around her mouth. “—bit of affection out of your system?”

The young man nodded, kissing her jawline before making his way down to her neck. A delighted shiver ran up Rarity’s spine when she felt him behind to lightly nibble her throat. She turned her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck.

“You know, it was very sweet of you to call me beautiful,” she continued matter of factly.

Atticus ceased his kissing barrage. Though he didn’t move away from her, Rarity could feel his body noticeably tense

Her smile widened. “That was a very gentlemanly thing of you to say,” she said, giving his cheek a pat.

“...Endorphins. The endorphins made me say that,” Atticus murmured, pressing his cheek against her throat so she couldn’t see the blush on his face.

Rarity laughed. Pressing as much of her body against his as she could, she wrapped her tail around his leg.

“I’m sure it was, dear,” she said, not unkindly. “This time. But I’m sure, with a bit of hard work and grit I can make you into a proper gentlecolt.” She kissed the top of his head. “It may be an uphill battle but I rather enjoy a good challenge~”

“Here you go dearies. Two stacks of pancakes, one with a side of fruit and the other with hash browns.”

Though Mrs. Cake had her usual motherly smile on her face as she sat the two plates onto the table, it seemed somewhat strained. There was a very real worry in the aging mare’s eyes as she looked between Atticus and Rarity. Mr. Cake was also eyeing their table with the same look of worry, keeping his broom somewhat close even as he served customers behind the counter. And they weren’t the only ones.

Every single mare and stallion in Sugarcube Corner was staring at the two. Some were attempting to be discrete about it, sneaking a glance every once in awhile when they thought they wouldn’t be caught, while other ponies were unabashedly staring with wide eyes and opened mouths.

A silent fear had washed over the usually carefree and lively establishment. Their table was given a very wide berth, as if every pony in the store expected there to be an explosion of violence. Mothers held their foals close, stallions readied themselves to jump into the fray so as to keep property damage to a minimum. Atticus and Rarity, meanwhile, barely seemed to even register any of it.

“Thank you very much, Mrs. Cake,” Rarity said with a slightly nod of the head, her eyes glued to the sketch pad in front of her.

“Thanks a bunch, Mrs. Cake,” Atticus said with a yawn, pulling his plate closer toward him.

Mrs. Cake sucked a lungful of air through her teeth when he reached over to grab a fork and a knife. Her body stiffened, and she looked as if she were ready to leap out of the way, but Atticus just sat the utensils on either side of his plate before grabbing a napkin and tucking it into his shirt.

She let out a sigh, desperately trying to keep the smile on her face. “W-Well, I hope you two enjoy the food.”

“It looks great, Mrs. Cake,” Atticus said, reaching for the butter.

“Yes, I’m sure it’ll be positively wonderful,” Rarity said, pushing her red-rimmed glasses up her muzzle.

Mrs. Cake nodded, shifting back and forth in place. “Alright, I’ll leave you two to it then,” she said.

Both Rarity and Atticus nodded, one nodding and the other erasing a scribble in her sketchbook.

Mrs. Cake was about to turn around but stopped. Biting her lip, she looked back at the two. “Dears… I…”

Reaching across the table, Atticus grabbed the jar of maple syrup. “Don’t worry Mrs. Cake, we’ll be good,” he told the mare.

“Atticus, you know it’s much more polite to ask for somepony to pass you things instead of reaching like that,” Rarity said, not taking her eyes off her sketchbook.

“Eh,” he replied, upturning the pot and pouring a healthy amount of syrup into his pancakes.

Mrs. Cake looked between the two as she ran a hoof through her mane. “I’ll hold you two to that. I don’t need you two making this store an even bigger mess,” she said, doing her best to sound jovial but only ending up sounding exasperated.

“Worry you not, Mrs. Cake. We shall be nothing less than paragons of virtue,” Rarity said, helping herself to a sip of orange juice.

The older mare nodded, turning away. For a moment she stopped, turning back and opening her mouth to say something, but at the last moment she decided against it. Giving her head a shake, she made her way across the room where a tableful of customers were waiting to have their orders taken.

Both the unicorn and human immediately forgot about the worried mare. Atticus took a sip of his apple juice, picking up his knife and fork. Cutting his pancakes into large slices, he stabbed one of the slices, dunked it into the syrup covering the edges of his plate, and popped it into his mouth.

Chewing with a happy hum, he looked over at Rarity. “Aresh yous gonna eats orsh what?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, dear,” Rarity said, letting out a hum of her own as she tapped her pencil against her cheek. “And I’ll help myself as soon as I’m finished.”

Swallowing his mouthful of food, Atticus wiped his face with his napkin. “What are you even working on anyway?” he asked.

“Hopefully my fall lineup,” she replied, the tip of her pencil flying across her sketchbook in broad, confident strokes. “It seems that our… fun this morning has put me in a rather creative mood.” Her nose scrunched up for a moment before she shook her head. “No, no. Those will clash with the frills…”

Atticus helped himself to another forkful of food. While the urge to tell the mare that having a “lineup” for clothes was the dumbest thing in the world—you should be able to wear clothes whenever the hell you felt like it—this urge wasn’t as strong as it should have been. In fact, he honestly had no desire to act upon it as he reached for a hash brown.

“Well… you have fun with that I guess,” he said.

A small smile came to Rarity’s face. “Oh, I shall.”

From somewhere in the room, a very loud, very surprised gasp could be heard. That was the only warning the two were given before a pink blur launched itself at the table.

Most people would have ducked in cover, or at the very least flinched, but Rarity and Atticus were hard-bitten veterans. As the blur descended upon them, they calmly pulled their plates and drinks back to a safe distance. The tip of Rarity’s horn glowed, casting a minor shielding spell around her mane, while Atticus held very still.

The blur connected with the human, using his shoulders to launch itself up into the air. It performed a few aerial feats that would have left the Wonderbolts gobsmacked with a happy ‘Eeeeeh!” before landing right on their table.

“Rarity! Atty!” Pinkie cried, pulling a can of whip cream out of her mane and pouring half of the can’s contents on top of Atticus’s pancakes. “Why are you two sitting together?! Did Twilight put some friendship spell on you? Are the poince making you sit together?” She gasped dramatically. “Are Twilight and the poince working together in some friendship conspiracy?!”

“Good morning to you too, Pinkie dear,” Rarity said, flipping to a new page of her sketchbook. “And to answer your questions, Twilight hasn’t cast any spells on us—”

“As far as we know,” Atticus interrupted, scooping the majority of the whipped cream off of his pancakes.

“Hush Atticus, you know as well as I that Twilight would never do such a thing.”

“We’re talking about the Twilight that tried to brainwash Discord that one time, right?”

“Hush,” the unicorn said, giving his leg a light kick as she turned her attention back toward Pinkie. “Now, as I was saying, no, Twilight hasn’t cast a spell on either of us. The poince have no hoof in the two of us sitting together and as far as I know there’s no friendship conspiracies happening. Now, if you could be a dear and sit in a chair like a sensible pony I’d be very appreciative.”

Eyes narrowing, Pinkie looked over at Atticus. “Atty, is there anything fishy going on here?” she asked, her brow furrowing. “Is somepony threatening you with boops? Did some meanie unicorn cast some hocus pocus on you?”

“I don’t think so, Pank,” Atticus replied, biting into a hash brown. “I’m pretty sure I’m hocus pocus free, and you know how I feel about being threatened with boops.”

Pinkie’s eyes narrowed down to slits. Humming to herself, she quickly climbed down from the table, grabbing herself a chair with her tail and taking a seat.

“So what’s the hubbub then?” she asked, leaning over toward Atticus’s plate so she could take a big lick of the whipped creamed that he had scraped off. “I haven’t seen the two of you sit together in… well, ever!”

“After the other day’s… events, Atticus and I decided to sit down and chat,” Rarity said, looking at the human from the top of her sketchbook. “We both realized that our little feud has been far more harmful than we ever thought, so we’ve begun to take steps to improve our relationship.”

For a moment, the hyperactive party pony sat very still. “…Really?” she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Atticus nodded. “Yeah. Twilight told us how shitty we were being to you and a lot of ponies in this town so we’re gonna try to patch things up between us.”

“It’ll take some work, but I believe with a little effort and determination on both of our parts the two of us will be best friends in no time!” Rarity said, flashing Pinkie a winning smile.

The look that came to Pinkie’s face nearly knocked Atticus to the floor. Even Rarity, who had known Pinkie for most of her life, felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of it.

Disbelief. Excitement. Joy. They could see all of these emotions and something more. This something lit up the mare’s eyes, it made her smile all the more brighter and wonderful. If the two didn’t know any better, they would have even said that she was glowing.

“OhmygoshIcan’tbelieveit!” Pinkie cried, leaping out of her chair and tackling Atticus in a bone crushing hug. “IthoughtthetwoofyouhatedeachotherandIwasreallysadbutherethetwoofyouaresittingtogether!”

Atticus let out a pained whine as his spine popped in several places. “Ponk… gotta… breath…”

Pinkie didn’t seem to hear him, letting out a squeal and nuzzling the nape of his neck. Rarity grimaced, setting down her sketch book.

“Pinkie, as happy Atticus and I are that you’re excited, perhaps you could—”

As quick as a flash, Pinkie let go of Atticus, kicking off the now wheezing human’s stomach, doing a flip in the air, and landing right in Rarity’s lap. Before the unicorn could so much as blink, she was pulled into a hug of her own. Her eyes bugged out of her skull from the force of it She looked over at Atticus, hoping that he’d get up and help her, but he was still trying to get the air back in his lungs himself.

“OhI’mgonnathrowthebiggestpartyforthetwoofyou!There’sgonnavecakeandicecreamandalotofballoonsandmaybeevenastripperifwe’rereallyreallylucky—”

Rarity tapped the mare’s sides, trying to get her attention, but Pinkie didn’t pay her any mind, excitedly chatting away at a million miles an hour. She let out a weak gurgle, the edges of her vision turning dark.

“Pinkie dear? Could you please come back into the kitchen? We need five more orders of pancakes!” Mr. Cake called.

Pinkie’s ears perked up. “Alright, Mr. Cake! I’ll be over in a second!” she called.

Letting go of Rarity—much to the mare’s relief—she gave her a nuzzle. “Alrighty! Ol’ Pinkie’s gonna get back to work. Bye-bye you two!”

Leaping out of Rarity’s lap and into Atticus’s, she gave him a nuzzle before hopping off and making her way toward the kitchen. The two watched her go warily, ready to leap out of the way if she decided to finish what she had started.

“She’s gonna kill someone someday if she keeps hugging people like that,” Atticus said, letting out a grunt as he cracked his neck.

“Pinkie really does forget herself sometimes, doesn’t she?” Rarity said. “Still, I’m glad that she was so happy.”

Though the two were trying to work out the kinks, aches, and pains that only a Pinkie hug could provide, there were smiles on both of their faces.

“Yeah… me too,” Atticus said, leaning back into his chair. “It almost makes up for the fact that I had to go down on that nasty cunt of ours.”

Rarity snorted, picking up her knife and fork. She was about to cut into her pancakes, only to notice that Pinkie had somehow managed to cut them into neat little squares without her noticing.

“Please. I’m surprised that you weren’t begging to have a taste of my honey before we left your wretched house,” she replied, stabbing one of the squares and popping it into her mouth.

“Honey? More like sewer water.”

“The best sewer water I’m sure you’ve ever had in your entire life, you miserable cretin.”

Atticus smiled. “I guess I’ve had worse. Cunt.”

Though Rarity did her best to look annoyed, a smile still wormed its way onto her face. “And I suppose I’ve tasted worse than what was dripping from that pitiful organ between your legs.”

The two let out sighs. A comfortable silence settled over them as they both focused on their meals. Forks scraped against the bottom of plates, juice was drank, and hash browns and hay bacon was devoured.

“So… am I free to go do my own stuff today or are you dragging me back to my house for some more “therapy”?” Atticus asked as he finished the last of his pancakes.

“Eager to spend more time with yours truly?” Rarity asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Nah, I just don’t want to find you grinding your ass against my front door because you wanna get off,” he replied.

Still smiling, Rarity kicked his shin. “You truly have a way with words, dear,” she said. “It’s a wonder mares aren’t stepping over themselves to get to you. But your rudeness aside, I would appreciate it if you came with me to my boutique for an hour or so to help me with something.”

Finishing his hash browns, he pushed his plate away. “What for?”

“I would very much like your help with something,” she replied, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. “While I’m sure I could do the task myself, it would go so much easier if someone of your statue was there.”

Atticus milled over the request. As much as he might have liked to go home and partake in his favorite activity—laying around doing nothing—he really didn’t see anything wrong with helping her for a little bit. All she probably wanted was him to carry some things around her stupid, tacky house.

“Yeah, I guess I could take the time out of my busy schedule,” he said, finishing the last of his orange juice.

Rarity smiled. “Excellent!” she said, producing a bag of bits and setting some money down onto the table before standing up. “Let us be off then. We have much to do.”

~_~_~_~_~_~_~

The walk toward Rarity’s home was largely uneventful. The townsponies continued to nervously stare at them, and there was whispering abound, but they were able to make it to Rarity’s front door without a hitch.

“Remember to take your shoes off before you come inside, dear,” Rarity said, wiping her hooves on her welcome mat before opening her front door.

Atticus rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said, bending down so that he could untie his shoes.

Rarity, looking over her shoulder, took a half-step back, bumping her flank against his face. He looked up at her, brow furrowed. Rearing back a hand, he gave her rump a smack. She giggled as his hand connected, tickling the tip of his nose with her tail before making her way inside.

He just shook his head. “Yeah, help,” he said to himself, untying one shoe then the other. “I’m sure I’m gonna be doing a lot of helping…”

Still, he found himself standing back up and making his way inside. Closing the door behind him, he looked around to see that Rarity was nowhere to be seen.

“Rare? Where the heck did you get off to?”

“I’m in here, darling,” Rarity called from the room filled with half-finished pieces of clothing.

Giving himself a once over, and dusting his pants off when he saw that he had a bit of dirt on them, he made his way into the room. Again Rarity was nowhere to be found, much to his irritation.

“Rarity?” he called, looking around. “Rarity? I’m not gonna play fucking hide and seek with—”

Before he could finish his sentence, something connected with his backside. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it did cause him to stumble forward a few paces. Letting out a surprised grunt, he grabbed for the lone chair in the room to keep himself from falling over. Grabbing it, he then looked over his shoulder to see what the heck had hit him. He could see something white out of the corner of his eye, but before he could turn to look at it he felt a handcuff clicking in place over his left hand and the side of the chair.

“What the—”

An invisible force gave him a nudge, forcing him to sit down. His head snapped to the side to see a grinning Rarity staring back at him.

He stared at her for several seconds, disbelief and outrage battling for dominance inside of him. “...What the fuck are you doing?”

Rarity let out a giggle that was bordering on the maniacal. “Something that should have been done ages ago,” she said. “Now hold still dear. This will only take longer if you struggle.”

Baring his teeth, Atticus was just about to hop to his feet and start beating the unicorn with the flimsy chair he was sitting on, when the top of her horn glowed. There was a pop, and he found himself without a shirt.

“Now,” Rarity said, levitating a measuring tape over as she set her sketchbook down onto a cluttered table. “Let us begin~”

With an excited giggle, she trotted over to him. Lifting his free arm, she measured it, then his other arm. Looking downright pleased with herself as she wrote down the measurements onto a little notebook that she had gotten from somewhere, she started to measure his chest.

Atticus just looked down at her in bemusement. “Did you seriously make me come all the way over here so you could just take my measurements?” he asked.

“Of course!” Rarity said with a nod. “While you might see no problem wearing those hole-riddled, dirty crimes against fashion that you call shirts I cannot abide seeing them any longer. So, I’m going to make you some new ones.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my shirts.”

“Darling, there’s so many things wrong with them that if I took the time to list every one we’d be here for the better part of the day.”

Atticus’s brow furrowed. “You know that I could get up right now and hogtie you with that measuring tape of yours, right?”

“Tempting a lady will get you nowhere, dear,” Rarity said, writing more numbers down in her notebook. “Now what would you prefer your shirts to be made out of, cotton or silk?”

“What about pony pelt? If you got pain in the ass unicorn white I’d take that.”

Rolling her eyes, Rarity gave his stomach a poke. “Cotton it is then,” she said, taking a few more measurements before teleporting the measure tape away with a spell. “Give me a few moments and I’ll bring out a few rolls of cloth that you may pick from.”

With a happy little wiggle, she trotted over toward a small door near the back of the room. Atticus watched her go, feeling a headache coming on even as she opened the door and walked through it

Looking down at the handcuff securing his arm, he saw that it was a pair of bright pink ones. They seemed to be of much lower quality than the ones the two of them had used last night. A quick tug told him that they were made out of plastic instead of metal. With one hard tug he could snap the cuffs chains and make his merry way home. Frowning, he pulled against the cuffs, though he made no real effort to break them.

“You know I’m going to bust your ass for pulling this shit, right?” he called.

“Oh I promise that I’ll make this worth your while, dear,” Rarity replied, rummaging around in her little backroom. “Though you should be honored that I would even take the time out of my busy schedule to make something for you.”

Though she wasn’t in the room, Atticus reflexively gave her the finger. “I have plenty of shirts lying around my house that I don’t wear.”

“Be that as it may, you shan’t be a problem with the shirts I make you because you’ll be so dazzled that you won’t help but wear them every chance you get.”

He snorted, leaning back into the chair. “Just hurry up and get your shit.”

“Language~!”

A minute or so passed before Rarity exited from the backroom. There was a noticeable pep in her step as she made her way toward him. Behind her, floating in her blue magical aura, was all manner of cloth, needles, scissors, pins, and thread.

“Here we are,” Rarity said, levitating over a small wooden table and putting everything but the bundles of cloth onto it. “I’ve selected a few colors that I thought you might like, but if you’d like something else I’m sure I have just the thing!”

With a bright, broad smile she levitated every bundle of cloth over to him to inspect. He looked at each one, resisting the urge to snap the handcuffs and make for the door.

“If you really want to make me a couple shirts just plain black will be fine,” he said.

The smile on Rarity’s face diminished somewhat. “Just black?” she said, shifting her weight. “Well, I suppose I could do that… but why not diversify your color scheme a bit, darling?” Giving her mane a toss, she took a few steps closer to him. “Black is a good color for what it is, but there’s so much more you could do. After all, one’s body is a canvas; if you wish to wear something you should wear something with flare, something that will catch the eye and tease the imagination. Some nice stitching with the black, or perhaps add a contrasting color or two… If you really wish to make a statement you should—”

Realizing that she was rambling, Rarity stopped herself mid sentence. She toyed with her mane, her blue eyes scanning the bundles of cloth for a moment before her gaze settled back on him.

“…But, you are the customer here, so whatever you want me to make I’ll happily do. Though, if you’d be willing, I’d happily put in my two bits design wise,” she said, giving him a glance that was nothing less than pleading.

A few days ago Atticus would have told her to make him a batch of plain, boring black shirts. Hell, a couple days ago he would have broken the handcuffs, picked up the chair he was sitting on, and broken it over the unicorn’s head for cuffing him to the thing.

Now though? Now he just wanted her to stop looking at him like that.

“I’m not a customer,” he said, looking away from her. “I’m not paying a cent for any of this… so, do what you want I guess.”

Rarity perked up. “Are you sure dear? If you really want just black I would be happy to—”

“Don’t give me that shit,” Atticus interrupted, covering his face with a hand. “Just get rid of these stupid handcuffs and do whatever you want to do.”

He heard Rarity let out a squeal. A second later he found himself letting out a grunt as the mare hopped into his lap and wrapped her hooves around his neck in a hug.

“Oh, you have no idea how happy that makes me, Atticus darling!” she said, rubbing her cheek against his. “I have so many absolutely wonderful ideas! Striking colors, stitch work to leave one breathless, I may even see about adding a few gems!”

The unicorn squirmed in his lap, looking absolutely elated.

“Ponies from all over Equestria are going to marvel at the mere sight of you! And you’ll be able to walk around as if you were a prince! And… and…”

Slowly, she looked up at Atticus, trailing off when she saw the small, teasing smile on his face. She quickly looked away, though not quick enough so that Atticus didn’t see the blood rushing to her face.

She coughed into her hoof. “Forgive me, dear, it’s just that I’m a mare that enjoys a fashion challenge and you’re a challenge like none other.”

Chuckling, Atticus wrapped his arms around the mare. “Thank goodness we’re just doing shirts. Any more and you’d be bouncing off the walls.”

Huffing, she gave his arm a slap. “It’s very rude to tease a lady, Atticus,” she said, clear disapproval in her voice.

“I don’t see any ladies here, Rare,” he shot back, giving her belly a poke.

“Then you must be as blind as you are moronic.”

“Sticks and stones, slut.”

Rarity looked down at the floor as she pressed her back against his chest. “Atticus? Thank you very much for letting me do this.”

“Eh, it’s not that big of a deal,” he replied with a shrug.

“Even so, thank you. And know that I’ll do my best to… repay you for your kindness,” Rarity said, grinding herself against him.

“I can’t wait,” Atticus said, trying to sound sarcastic but not quite managing it.

Rarity let out a giggle as she turned her attention toward the bundles of cloth. As she did that, something caught Atticus’s attention. Sitting at the other end of the room was a mannequin. While there must have been two dozen of the exact same models all around the room this one stood out because of the saddle on its back.

Eyes narrowing, he leaned toward the mannequin, trying to get a better look at it. His mind, which had been busy just admiring how soft and warm the pain in the ass in his arms was, began to churn. Thoughts were had, ideas began to form, and, as Rarity was blabbering on about something or another, something came to him.

“…Hey Rare, stupid question, but do you have any bridles lying around your shop?”

Rarity’s breathing hitched and, though he didn’t notice it, she very nearly dropped everything held in the air with her magic. The blush on her face, which had all but disappeared at this point, came back in full force.

“I-I may have one or two lying around from some of my… risqué orders,” she said, looking up at him with wide eyes. “But why in Equestria are you thinking about b-bridles?”

Atticus looked down at the mare, doing a bit of math in his head. Though she might have been a three foot high pony, he knew for a fact that Equestrians were a hell of a lot stronger than they looked. While a unicorn would never be as strong as an earth pony, they would no doubt be strong enough for what he had in mind.

A smile that sent a chill down Rarity’s spine came to the human’s face. “I think I know how you can make this shirt thing up to me.”

For as long as he could remember, Atticus had always wanted to ride a horse. He had grown up watching cowboy movies, seeing big, tough men with their guns riding off into the sunset on their big, tough animals. Seeing those actors—some of whom were his heroes even now— shifting and moving with their horses had awoken something deep inside of him.

He wanted to experience that. To feel the wind in his face, to feel something stronger, bigger, and faster carrying him over a grassy plain. It was a feeling that he knew no car, no airplane, no cold, dead machine could replicate. It needed to be a living thing, a horse with a saddle that had a place to put a rifle.

Unfortunately for him, he had never been able to even see a real horse for most of his adult life. He hadn’t lived anywhere near a farm, and hadn’t know anyone that knew any riders. More than once he had thought about finding a farm himself and just going out for a few days to live out his dream, but he had never been able to find the time.

Even now that he lived in a land full of horse-like creatures he hadn’t even been able to see his dream come to fruition. It just seemed awkward walking up to another thinking, feeling creature and asking if he could sit on their backs and ride them around while hooting and hollering for ten minutes.

But, to his delight, it seemed that today was finally going to be the day. He was going to finally ride a horse off into the sunset. Nevermind that she was a pony and not a horse, and there were no grassy plains or sunsets in sight, and that Rarity looked thrilled, terrified, and extremely embarrassed by the prospect.

“There we go!” Atticus chirped, leaning back so he could inspect his work. “That’s looking pretty alright if I do say so myself!”

He was crouched behind Rarity, doing his best to neatly braid her tail. Rarity, meanwhile, was shifting back and forth, fearfully looking around for any ponies that might see what they were about to do.

“W-We really shouldn’t even think of doing this, Atticus,” she said with a wiggle. “If somepony were to see us I wouldn’t be able to ever show my face in public again!”

She tried to step away from him, but without missing a beat the Atticus gave her tail a tug. Rarity, letting out a squeak, stepped back toward him.

“It’ll be fine. No one comes out this way. Now just relax and let me get this done,” he said, giving her tail another tug.

Rarity’s legs nearly bucked. She sucked a lungful of air through her teeth, looking over her shoulder so that she could give him a nasty glare.

“That’s very easy for you to say. You aren’t Ponyville’s biggest socialite,” she all but growled. “You don’t have an image to maintain. You don’t have a business to think about, or a little sister who looks up to you!”

Finishing the last section of her tail, Atticus gave it a tug to see if everything would hold in place. When the braid held he smiled, grabbing the ribbon in his mouth. As he did that, his gaze wandered up toward her rump.

Though Rarity had been acting as if she were ready to bite his head off since the moment she had arrived, he could clearly see that it was just all an act. Underneath that tail of hers he could see that unicorn was soaked. Arousal had coated her legs, and every time she wiggled it sent droplets of her cum dripping onto the ground.

Resisting the urge to shake his head, Atticus tied the ribbon to the base of her tail before standing up and dusting himself off. “I’ll tell you what, if someone does find us you can just say that I made you do this,” he said.

Rarity huffed, looking away from him. “That would make it even worse,” she said. “Not only would I be humiliated, but everypony would know that I couldn’t defend myself from some two-legged barbarian.”

Atticus smiled. “Barbarian?”

She nodded, her gaze withering. “Yes. Only a barbarian would make a lady such as myself do something as humiliating, degrading, and repulsive as this.”

Atticus’s smile widened. “If you don’t wanna to do this so much then why don’t the two of just go inside and forget about the whole thing?” he offered. “We could just go into my bedroom and have a good time there.”

He crossed his arms as Rarity fully turned around to look at him. Her muzzle scrunched up and her eyes narrowed. He just stared back at her, smile still on his face. The two stared at each other for several seconds before, with a huff, Rarity’s façade cracked.

“I… I’m a mare of my word,” she said, looking away from him. “Whether I like it or not I said that I’d make it worth your while if you let me make you shirts.” She eyed the shirt that he was currently wearing; her shirt, she noticed with a bit of pride. “So now I must keep my end of the bargain.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you doing anything you’re uncomfortable with,” Atticus replied, giving the saddle sitting next to him a nudge with his foot.

Rarity’s gaze snapped toward the saddle. She shifted her weight, chewing her lip as her eyes widened ever so slightly. A shiver ran through her body, and if Atticus listened very carefully he could hear arousal hitting the dirt.

“No… n-no, do what you will,” she said, tearing her gaze away from the saddle to look back at him. “Just know that I shan’t enjoy a moment of it. You cretin.”

“Oh I’m sure you won’t,” Atticus teased, bending over and picking up the saddle.

While it was nothing like those leather-made monstrosities that he had seen in his favorite westerns, this saddle did have some real heft to it. Even so, he was able to place it onto her back without much trouble.

Rarity’s back arched when she felt its weight. She bit down on her bottom lip, shutting her eyes tight. “H-Higher. It needs to be higher, dear.”

Grabbing the back of the saddle and the horn, Atticus pulled it up her back.

She let out a very quiet groan, her backside wiggling and her tail flagging for all to see. “T-There we are…”

“Okay, now how do I tighten this thing?” Atticus asked, crouching down beside her.

Rarity took a few deep, shaky breaths. “Just slip the strap through the buckle.”

Looking under her belly, he grabbed the strap and slipped it through the buckle. Looking at her, he tugged on the strap as hard as he dared.

Rarity’s backside visibly clenched. “You’ll need… to tug a… little harder…” she said, now panting. “Make sure… it’s secure on my… oh my goodness… on my… back…”

Atticus nodded. Pressing his knee against her side, he tugged on the strap hard. To his surprise, what sounded suspiciously like a whinny escaped her mouth as the strap dug into her coat. Her back legs shook as he then fastened the strap in place and gave the saddle a tug, making sure that it wasn’t going to send him tumbling to the dirt the second he tried to sit on it.

“Is that it then?” he asked, giving the saddle a once over. “Do I need to do anything else so I don’t kill myself?” He gave one of the fenders a tug. “What about these leg holding thingies? Do I need to tie these up or something?”

“Those leg thingies… are called… stirrups, Atticus,” Rarity said as sweat dripped from her face. “And no… they are… fine as is…”

Atticus smiled. “Great! So I can get to riding, then?” he asked.

The unicorn closed her eyes. Taking a few moments to gather herself, she slowly shook her head. “No, you’ll need to place…” She shivered, rubbing her back legs together. “You’ll need to place the bridle on me…”

“The bridle? Are you sure?” he asked, looking down at the royal purple bridle that was lying in the dirt by his feet.

“If you don’t use a bridle then you’ll have to grab onto my mane, and you’re not getting those filthy hands of yours anywhere near my hair,” she said. “So, you shall need to use the bridle.”

“But don’t you want to be able to talk in case I hurt you or something?”

Making it a point not to look at the bridle, Rarity looked over at him. “As I said before, Atticus, I’m made up of far sterner stuff than you expect. I doubt a little r-riding is going to hurt me,” she said with her best smile. “And besides, if anything does happen, I still have my horn.”

Nodding, Atticus bent down and grabbed the bridle. Seeing that there was a bit of dirt on the metal bit, he cleaned it off as best as he could with his shirt.

“Okay, so how do I put this thing on?”

Rarity’s gaze finally settled on the bridle. She stared at it for several seconds, a flurry of emotions flashing across her face, too quickly for him to identify them. Eventually, the tip of her horn glowed, and with a spell she lifted it out of his hands.

“Allow me dear.”

With practiced ease she slipped the bridle onto her head, putting the bit into her mouth. She nickered as she tasted the metal tickles her taste buds, her tail flicking side to side as if she were trying to swat away flies.

As much as he wanted to start teasing her with how much she was clearly enjoying this, Atticus couldn’t help but rub his hands together.

Child-like excitement was beginning to well up inside of him. He didn’t see a sweaty, frazzled pony that was obviously getting off to this, but his mount. A mount that would carry him across deserts, help him chase after war-like Indians and outlaws alike, and take him to that special river where he would strike rich with mountains of gold.

The thought made him squirm, and for a second or two he imagined the weight of pistols hanging at his sides, the smell of gunpowder and beans, and the sound that a spur made as one walked across a wooden floor.

“Oh, goddammit am I excited,” he said, closing the distance between him and Rarity and placing a hand on her head.

Seeing that some of her mane was jutting out oddly from the bridle, he took a second to fix it. He then made sure that none of the straps would rub any part of her head uncomfortably. He had absolutely no idea if it helped in anyway, but Rarity seemed to appreciate the effort.

“Fank fu,” she said as best as she could.

Atticus barely heard her, his mind in far off places. “Man, I should have asked Applejack to borrow one of her hats,” he said, giving her head a few pats before he stood up. “That would have made this even better.” He looked around, a great big smile on his face. “Maybe next time I guess. Are you ready Rare?”

Rarity nodded, rolling her shoulders and widening her stance.

With barely contained excitement, Atticus swung his leg over the saddle and sat down. He heard Rarity grunt as his full weight settled on her back. She stomped a hoof, saying something around her bit.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking down at her. “I’m not hurting you?”

Rarity shook her head, making his smile widen.

“Awesome,” he said, grabbing the reins and wiggling around in the saddle to try to get more comfortable. “Now let’s see what you can do, Rare. Mush!”

With a giggle, Atticus flicked the reins and started kicking the unicorn’s sides, trying to get her to move. Rarity’s back legs buckled for a moment, nearly throwing him from the saddle. He let out a yelp, his legs clamping down on her sides. He leaned toward Rarity’s head, trying to balance himself. Though he didn’t realize it, this caused him to roughly yank on her reins, forcing her head back.

Rarity let out a loud neigh at the treatment. Her whole body jerked, and for a moment it appeared like she was going to just fall over. At the last moment though, she was able to lock her knees, keeping the two from sending both of them to the ground.

“Whoa, easy there,” Atticus said, grabbing the saddle horn with both hands. “Are you sure you’re alright there?”

Rarity didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. Instead, she began making her way forward.

Atticus leaned back in the saddle, holding the reins out in front of him. “You’re alright then?” he asked, becoming more and more excited. “Great! Giddy up then! High ho Silver! Fill your hands you son of a bitch!”

Since the saddle he was sitting in was not made with humans in mind—and therefore its stirrups were too small for him to use—he was forced to hold his feet in the air to keep his feet from dragging in the dirt. It was also a size too small for him to sit with any sort of comfort, but he didn’t care. He was riding like he wanted, like he had dreamed about ever since he was little.

He had absolutely no idea how to ride a horse, or even sit in a saddle, so it was up to Rarity to do most of the heavy lifting. She slowly made her way around the human’s backyard, doing her best to get used to the feeling of someone riding her.

Twice she had to shift her weight to keep him from spilling out of the saddle as he let out a yell while waving an imaginary hat in the air. She stumbled, tripped on her hooves, and resisted the urge to cuss and swear but as minutes passed she found that, to her surprise, she was quickly getting used to it.

“Come on Rare! Come on!” Atticus said, tapping her sides with his heels.

The unicorn sucked in a lungful of air, her eyes widening. She paused mid step as a bolt of pleasure raced down the length of her spine.

“Come on, giddy up!” Atticus said, giving her sides another nudge. “I wanna go faster!”

With a toss of her head and a nicker—which made her stomach turn in embarrassment as the sound reached her ears—she did just that. Her walk became a trot, though a careful trot so she didn’t find herself lying face first in the dirt.

“There we go!” Atticus said, leaning back in the saddle and giving her rump a smack. “Come on girl! Get it!”

Her trot turned into a gallop as Rarity crossed the back yard. As she neared the forest, Atticus gave her reins a yank, forcing her to turn.

“Come on! I wanna see dirt flying! Go, go, go, go, go!”

Again and again Rarity found herself making her way back and forth across the backyard. With each pass she became more and more confident, not just with the uneven dirt but the rider on her back. She was beginning to get a feel for his moments, making adjustments accordingly.

As minutes turned into an hour all the horror and embarrassment that she had felt faded away. Her limbs felt lighter, the weight on her back became nothing. Her gallop turned into a full sprint as she let out a throaty, lust-filled neigh.

She wasn’t being degraded, or put in her place as she thought was Atticus’s intention and her quiet hope. It was so much better, fuller, more natural.

Something primal had awoken inside of her, something that she had never felt before. She could feel it in every vein, in every labored breath she took, every time Atticus nearly tumbled out of the saddle only for her to save him.

Racing toward the forest, she took a sharp left, tracing the edge of his yard. Though she didn’t notice it, Atticus was holding onto the saddle’s horn for dear life, smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah! Go Rare! Go! Whoo!”

Suddenly turning, she sprinted toward the center of the yard. When she had reached the center, she let out her loudest neigh yet, digging her hooves into the dirt so that she could skid to a stop.

Atticus let out a yelp as the momentum lifted him from the saddle over her head and into the air. “OhsweetfuckingCHRIST!”

He flailed his arms as he flew head over foot. Somehow, through good luck or Rarity’s skill, he landed on his back with a grunt. Rarity, shaking like a leaf and breathing hard, watched as he laid there motionless for several seconds before he threw both hands up into the air.

“That was fucking awesome!” he said.

Though he didn’t see it, Rarity’s horn sparked to life. The saddle and reins that she had spent countless nights cutting and sewing were yanked off and tossed to the ground like trash. Snorting like an angry bull, the sweaty, dirty, half-crazed mare lowered her head let out a yell, and charged.

Laughing to himself, Atticus sat up. He was just about to dust the dirt off of his head when he saw her racing toward him at full speed. His smile disappeared and his brow furrowed in concern and confusion. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could even utter a single syllable the unicorn was on him.

“MINE!”

He let out a grunt as she crashed into him with enough force to send both of them rolling. The world became a blur filled with cursing and feral grunts. Atticus felt a hoof slipping under his shirt to grope his chest while his pants were being unbuttoned and zipped. But then, as suddenly and unexpectedly as it had started, the spinning stopped and he found himself staring up at the sky.

Dizzy and disorientated, he looked up to see Rarity looming over him. She was breathing hard, her mane and coat were covered in sweat and dirt and sticking up at odd angles.

“…Rare? Are you alright there?” he asked, gingerly reaching up and giving her side a few light pats. “Do you nee—thmp!”

He tensed as Rarity’s mouth crashed against his. She pressed her full weight down on him with a growl, her tongue slipping out of her mouth and all but forcing its way into his. He attempted to fight back, trying to beat back her tongue, but it was no use. Her wet muscle beat his down with a savagery he had never seen in the unicorn.

Leaning back under the assault, he did the only thing he could think of and reached down to give her rump a squeeze. Rarity nickered, deepening their kiss.

“Oh you… you savage,” she said, breaking this kiss with a gasp. “You brute, you beast, you Neanderthal, you terrible, horrible stallion…”

Her hooves left his shoulders to cup his face. Staring down at him with a mixture of warmth and outrage, she began peppering his face with kisses.

“How dare you subjugate me to that degrading, vile, embarrassing, fantastical, eye-opening, amazing…”

She paused, kissing both of his cheeks before pressing her lips against his. The tip of her horn glowed, and with a spell she pulled down his pants.

“Oh, by the Celestial sisters… you two-legged simpleton,” she said, grinding her soaked rump against his rapidly hardening manhood. “Oh you… you…”

Atticus smiled up at the mare. “So you had fun too then?”

Rarity’s eyes, already huge and wild, nearly bugged out of her skill. “Fun? Fun?! Oh I’ll show you just how much fun I had!”

Horning glowing, she grabbed his cock with her magic and pulled it through the slit in his underwear. Then, kissing him, she positioned herself over him and lowered herself.

“I’ll show you…”

The two tensed as Atticus’s tip brushed against Rarity’s folds. Rarity whimpered into his mouth, wiggling her backside as he gave it another squeeze. She nickered, giving his chin a nuzzle, rubbing his tip up and down her marehood, coating it in her juices. Atticus kissed her cheek, doing his best to ignore his heart pounding in his chest.

Rarity lowered herself a bit more. There was some resistance against his tip. Atticus found himself tensing. Rarity grinded her hips a little more forcefully, muttering something that he didn’t quite catch. He murmured something back, looking the mare in her eyes right as he finally slipped inside of her.

Atticus’s eyes slipped shut. His toes curled and he did his best not to buck his hips. Rarity, seeing his expression, let out a breathless giggle, pressing her forehead against his.

“Easy there dear. We wouldn’t want you ruining the moment now, would we?” she teased.

“I’m just amazed how l-loose it is is all,” he murmured.

This was a mistake, because he had barely finished his sentence when the unicorn’s inner muscles tightened around him, stealing his breath away.

Rarity snorted. “If you continue to spout lies I’ll—” She grunted, taking more of him into her. “—I’ll ravish you so thoroughly that your stallionhood will rip out of those dreadful pants of yours if I so much as raise my tail”

“That’ll be a problem, since you raise it all the time, you slut,” Atticus said through gritted teeth, digging his fingers into her cutiemarks.

His cock twitched. Her marehood spasmed. Both of them let out groans as Rarity lowered herself another inch.

Atticus could feel every ridge and bump inside of the mare. Her heat was all encompassing, and her marehood seemed like it was trying to milk him. Every inch she lowered himself his cock would twitch, leaking pre into her.

Two inches, three, half his length, Rarity lowered herself down and down. She never broke eye contact with him, even as her shapely rump settled in his lap. Atticus gritted his teeth. “Fucking hell…”

Rarity took a few deep breaths, looking down where the two were joined. A smile came to her face at the sighted, and without saying a word she rose up an inch or two before coming back down with a wet, meaty slap.

A bolt of pleasure raced through Atticus, causing him to thrust upward. Rarity giggled as he made her bounce, nosing his cheek.

“Language~” she cooed, raising herself up and slamming herself down to the hilt again and again.

With each bounce she rose herself higher and higher until just his tip was inside of her. She would move horribly slow one moment then blazingly fast another, never giving him chance to adjust.

Atticus did his best to keep his composure, but his hips began to move on their own, rising to meet her downward strokes. His hands wandered away from her rump, at first grabbing and groping but soon just touching. Even as sweaty and dirt covered the mare’s coat as it was still impossibly soft.

His cock twitched as Rarity wiggled her rump back and forth in his lap. He let out a gasp, legs tensing. To his shame, he could feel that familiar pressure beginning to build. Rarity seemed to sense that he was nearing his finish, since she picked up her pace.

“Come on dear,” she said, leaning down and giving him a kiss. “Give it all to momma. Paint her womb with your seed~”

She kissed him again, slamming herself down onto his lap and staying there. The muscles in her marehood went absolutely wild, squeezing and massaging.

Atticus, squirming underneath her, let out a groan before letting the pleasure overwhelm him.

Rarity let out a groan of her own as she felt the first spurt of his cum firing inside of her. That groan turned into a throaty hum and then a giggle as she grinded herself against him, trying to draw out his pleasure as much as possible.

Atticus had no idea how long he came, but when he finally found himself in his afterglow he was staring up at the sky, panting like a racehorse and sticky from the waist down. Somehow managing to pick up his head, he saw that Rarity had settled herself on top of him with her muzzle buried in his neck.

He wiggled around to see that he was still very much inside of the mare. A sigh escaped him, and he let his head fall back into the ground. Rarity nuzzled his chin, reaching down and grabbing his hand before closing her eyes.

“How’s it going, Twi?” he said with a smile.

In an instant, Rarity’s head shot up. “Twilight? Oh Celestia help me!” she shouted, her head darting around. “Atticus? Atticus! Why are you laughing?!”

“I… um… this is… huh…”

While she was never known as being the most calm and collected pony to have ever been graced with princesshood, Twilight seemed positively gobsmacked today. No matter what she did she couldn’t quite sit still. Her legs kicked at the bottom of her desk. Her wings were tense at her sides, as if she were making a conscious effort to keep them from rising. There was also a blush on her face, and she was chewing her lip so rigorously that it was a wonder that she hadn’t gnawed right through it.

What brought this on wasn’t some accident on her part, but what she held in her hooves. To any that looked, they would have just been a few loose pieces of paper, but to Twilight they may as well have been Princess Celestia’s personal diary.

Her eyes scanned the pages with unflinching attention. The mare’s reading speed was all over the place. Sometimes it seemed like she was mulling over each and every single word she read, other times she was blazing through paragraph after paragraph. She’d read through a full page, then flip the page to the next time for a moment or two to read a few sentences before going back to the page before.

“A… saddle? And what the hay is this about cowboys?!” A look of utter exasperation came to Twilight’s face. “And what’s this about c-cumming and suns and… and…”

Slapping the pages onto her desk, the princess looked at the only other people in her office, Atticus and Rarity. Atticus was leaned back in his too small chair with one leg folded over the other and his hands in his lap. There was small, eager on his face, as if she couldn’t wait for Twilight’s opinion of the papers’ contents.

Rarity, meanwhile, was rubbing her temples with a hoof. Though the mare was trying to hide it behind a disgruntled frown—which was, of course, directed at Atticus—she was just as red-faced as Twilight. And, just like Twilight, she couldn’t seem to sit still in her seat. In fact, she looked like she very much wanted to make a break for the window.

“That was just a bit of creative editing on my part, Twi,” Atticus said.

“Creative editing?” Twilight said, mouthing the words as if they were a completely different language. “What the hay is…”

She trailed off, purple eyes looking down at the pages on her desk. Her blush crept down her neck an inch or two and her wings, despite her best efforts, ruffled. Tearing her gaze away from the pages, she looked at both Atticus and Rarity. She opened her mouth, ready to say something, only to immediately close it. She scratched her chin, leaning back in her chair for a second before leaning forward.

“…Atticus, Rarity, why in the name of Celestia’s pantaloons did you give me this?”

“What are you talking about, Twi?” Atticus asked. “You’re the one that wanted us do this whole friendship report thing.”

Rarity let out a groan, covering her face with both hooves in embarrassment.

“This… this is not a friendship report,” Twilight said, picking up the pages and waving them in the air. “There’s nothing friendship-y about this!”

“What are you talking about? There’s plenty of friendship in that.”

“No, there’s smut. You wrote me five pages of smut!”

Rarity let out another groan, leaning forward in her chair.

“Hey, you do friendship your way and me and Rare do it our way,” Atticus said, attempting to pat Rarity on the back, only for the unicorn’s magic to push his hand away in a fit of exasperation.

“You two couldn’t have tried relating to each other through some kind of hobby?” Twilight asked.

“You know we have nothing in common, Twi,” Atticus replied.

“Well you could have tried! Or maybe you two could have read a book together, or started taking walks in the park; you could have done a million different things other than… this!

Atticus’s face scrunched up. “What’s got your tail in a knot? I thought you already knew we were gonna do this.”

“What? No!” Twilight replied, her eyes wide. “Why in Equestria would you think that?!”

“I don’t know. I just figured that you’d know,” he said, shrugging. “Especially after all that stuff you told us before you let us leave.”

Twilight’s blush deepened. She opened her mouth to say something, only to close her mouth yet again. Her eyes darted down to the pages.

“I… I really should have, shouldn’t I?” she said, almost to herself. “I mean, I thought that the two of you were up to something, but I didn’t think you were bucking each other’s brains out!”

“Please yell that a little louder dear,” Rarity said, her voice muffled by her hooves. “I don’t believe that the ponies in Manehattan were able to hear you.”

Twilight opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. “Why did you need to go into detail like this?” she asked, pushing the pages toward him.

“If I didn’t you’d have bitched to me about being too vague,” Atticus said. “So, I went ahead and wrote down everything that I could.”

“You needed to write five pages worth?!”

“Hey, you’re the stickler for detail, not me, sister.”

With a groan, Twilight leaned against her desk and held her head in her hooves. She muttered something about crazy alien stallions, then something about being too old for this.

Atticus looked over at Rarity before gently elbowing her. The tip of the unicorn’s horn glowed, pushing both him and his chair a few inches away from her.

For the next few minutes, the room descended into an odd silence that was only broken by the occasional grumble and groan. Atticus just sat back in his chair, trying his hardest not to laugh.

Finally, Twilight lifted her face from her hooves. “Inappropriate… scenes aside, from what I read the two of you seem a little more comfortable around each other now. And that’s... something. I suppose.”

“It is,” Atticus said. “But me and Rare still have a long way to go I think.” Leaning toward the table, he picked up the papers and inspected them. “I guess that means we’ll have to keep writing these reports for you, huh?”

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

“Oh, I can’t believe you!”

“Aw come on, it was funny!”

“There was nothing funny about writing Twilight a report consisting entirely of our sexual escapades, you ninny.”

Atticus chuckled, nudging Rarity with his hip. Rarity, who looked less than pleased, let out a huff as the two made their way down the street.

As usual, the two were getting some odd looks as they passed ponies. Some whispering could be heard, though nowhere near as much as there had been. Mares still did hide their foals and stare at them like they were about ransack the whole town, but all-in-all it seemed that ponies were finally getting used to them being together. Though, it was plain to see from the looks on their faces that many still couldn’t believe it.

“You don’t think that was even a little bit funny?” Atticus asked.

“No. No I do not,” Rarity said, looking up at him with a frown. “Nor do I appreciate you switching my perfectly good report for your ill-written nonsense.”

“Hey, I worked really hard on that.”

“Please. I’m surprised that Twilight could even read your chicken scratch,” Rarity said with a shake of her head. “Honestly, you’d think a stallion with appendages like yours would be able to write somewhat reasonably.”

Her gaze wandered away from him and slowly scanned the streets. Nothing seemed to catch her eye until she looked upon Sugarcube Corner.

“After having to deal with your nonsense I need something sweet,” she mumbled to herself. “Diet be damned…”

She tugged on Atticus’s shirt with her magic as she picked up her pace.

“Come, you degenerate of a stallion. You’re going to make up for your horse apples by purchasing me a slice of cake.”

“Yeah, like you need a piece of cake,” Atticus replied, getting a swat to the knee for his troubles.

Rarity led the human toward Sugarcube Corner. Though she was trying her hardest to appear upset, the prospect of sweets had put a pep in her step. Her movements became bouncy and excited. A small smile took the place of her frown.

Atticus watched as she trotted ahead of him, feeling his chest well up with a pleasant warmth. She might have been a pain in the ass, and she might have been a sexual deviant, but even he couldn’t help but admit that the unicorn was adorable when she wanted to be. Sometimes. If he squinted really hard and imaged she was someone else. While less than sober.

With his long legs, he was able to overtake her with little effort. Passing her, he reached for the door and opened it. While his usual reaction would be to walk through the door and leave Rarity—or anyone else for that matter—to their own devices, he found himself stepping to the side and motioning her through the door. It was almost an automatic reaction, done so quickly that he didn’t even notice.

Rarity, for her part, stopped. Brow furrowing, she looked up at him for a moment or two before her smile grew in size.

“What?” Atticus asked.

“Oh nothing, nothing,” Rarity assured, giving his side a pat before making her way inside. “Thank you very much.”

He watched her enter the building, brow furrowed. Frowning, he looked down at the door that he was holding. Giving his head a shake when he realized just what he had done, he stepped through the door himself.

As it usually was at this time of day, Sugarcube Corner was bustling. Mr. Cake manned the counter, doing his best to see to the long line of customers while Mrs. Cake walked to and fro between the tables packed full of ponies, a tray of drinks on her back. All around, chatter, laughter, and a bit of playful roughhousing could be heard. If one listened very carefully, they might have even heard Pinkie in the back singing a song about cupcakes and cobras.

Atticus looked around at the hustle and bustle for Rarity. To his surprise, he saw her sitting at one of the tables.

“How the hell did you manage to get that?” he asked as he made his way over toward her.

“A nice young stallion was kind enough to give it to me before he went up to pay his bill,” she replied as she quaffed her mane. “Now, if you would be so kind, I’d like a piece of chocolate cake with a white chocolate drizzle and chocolate chips. If they also have some fresh blueberry muffins I’d like one of those, please. And a glass of water.”

Atticus was just about to fire off a fat joke or two when the unicorn smiled up at him sweetly. The sight of it caused him falter, forcing him to tear his gaze away from the mare.

“Is there only the one chair?” he asked.

“The chair that I’m sitting on? Yes,” Rarity replied, wiggling around on said chair.

“So, where the hell am I gonna sit?” Atticus asked. “Cause I’m not standing around like some servant boy while you stuff your face.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, dear,” Rarity said, motioning him toward the ever-growing line. “Now be a good stallion and hop to it.”

Grumbling to himself, Atticus turned around and pulled out a small bag of bits. The trip through the line was, as usual, quick. Mr. Cake was there to greet him with a smile as he gave the older stallion Rarity’s order. It only took a minute or two before Pinkie came out with his order, giving him a quick hug before disappearing back into the kitchen.

“Thanks a bunch, Mr. Cake,” he said, handing the stallion a few bits.

“No, thank you, Atticus,” Mr. Cake said, putting the bits in his register.

The baker looked past him at Rarity. Though he continued to smile, his eyes narrowed slightly and he let out a hum as he hoofed him his change.

“You know, it’s wonderful to see the two of you finally getting along,” he said.

Atticus grunted, picking up the sweets and drink. “Yeah, we’re doing our best.”

“Well, you two keep up the good work,” Mr. Cake said as he turned around. “And don’t break anything while you’re in here.”

“Gotcha.”

Atticus stared over at Rarity. The unicorn was staring at him intently from across the room. There was a glint in her eyes, a thoughtfulness that made him raise an eyebrow as he showed her the food in his hands. Her smile widened, and he could see her wiggle happily in her seat as she beckoned him over with a hoof.

He made his way over to her without a hassle, setting the food in front of her. “Here you go. Tubby.”

“You were almost able to keep the insult to yourself,” Rarity said, hopping out of her seat. “We must be making some progress after all!”

The two looked at each other for several seconds.

“…Well, are you gonna eat or are you gonna do that weird thing where you stare at your food all day?” Atticus asked.

Rarity’s brow furrowed. “I am simply waiting for you to take a seat.”

“Sit in the only chair?”

“Yes.”

“Then where are you gonna sit down?”

“In your lap of course,” Rarity said with an impatient tap of her hoof. “Now take a seat.”

Atticus looked at the chair, then at the ponies sitting all around them, then back at the unicorn. “You want to sit in my lap?” he asked, not quite believing what he had heard.

“I wouldn’t have said so otherwise,” Rarity said with a huff. Atticus opened his mouth to ask another question, but she just gave his shirt a tug, forcing him to take a step toward her. “Come now dear, I know that you’re a little slow but we don’t have all day.”

“Fuck you,” Atticus said, sitting down in the too-small chair.

“Language,” Rarity countered, hopping into his lap as soon as his ass had hit wood.

He let out a grunt as she wiggled around, making herself comfortable. He shifted along with her, spreading out his legs to better distribute the unicorn’s weigh as she let out a sigh.

“There we are,” she said, pressing her back against his chest. “Atticus, could you be a dear and scooch a bit closer to the table please?”

Atticus could hear a lull in conversations all around them. Ponies that had been busying themselves with eating, talking, and joking were now staring at the two of them. It only lasted for half a second, but it was just noticeable enough that it made him want to sink into his chair.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, scooching the chair closer.

Rarity rubbed herself against his chest with a happy hum, using her magic to pick up the fork and knife on the table. “Thank you very much, dear. Now we can begin.”

While not a single pony in the bakery noticed, her horn glowed just a bit brighter. Before Atticus knew what was happening, he felt his pants being unbuttoned and unzipped. He looked down in alarm just in time to see something being teleported underneath the table.

“What the fuck are you—”

“Shush,” Rarity interrupted, fishing his limp cock out of his jeans and giving it a few strokes. “We wouldn’t want to alarm anypony now would we?”

Atticus was about to reach back to swat at the unicorn when he saw a group of mares making their way past their table.

He froze, his eyes darting to and fro. As much as he might have wanted to knock some sense into the horse in his lap, he really had no desire to cause a scene right now. He also had a feeling that the scene would become infinitely more awkward with his bits out in the open as they were.

Noticing his hesitation, Rarity let out a giggle as she cut herself a small piece of cake. “Would you like a bite, dear?” she asked, levitating her fork toward his mouth even as her magic gave his member a few quick pumps. “It really is quite good.”

“Rarity. What in the Jolly Giant's green gonads are you doing?” Atticus asked as calmly as he could.

“I believe that I am stroking you,” Rarity said matter-of-factly, smiling at a stallion standing in line as he gave her a friendly wave.

Atticus twitched as he felt her magic cupping his balls. “I can see that. What I want to know is why you’re fucking doing it in a packed store.”

“I’m in the mood for a meal and a show, my dear,” the unicorn replied, looking up at him with a grin.

“Well, I think you’re gonna be a little disappointed. You’re not getting me hard with all of these ponies around,” Atticus told her as she moved the fork away from his lips and toward her opened mouth. “So quit messing around and put my dick back where it belongs.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that, my dear human,” Rarity said, cutting herself another piece of cake. “If you’d be so kind as to look underneath the table I’ll show you what I mean.”

Atticus, giving her a less than friendly look, did as she asked. His eyes immediately widened when he saw a very familiar glass bottle. “Oh no you fucking don’t you goddamn—”

Doing his best to be discreet as possible, he tried to snatch the bottle out of Rarity’s lap. Rarity, helping herself to another mouthful of cake, floated it just out of reach. Atticus tried again, nearly managing to grab it as Rarity uncorked the bottle. The unicorn smiled, using her legs to spread his apart. Atticus tried to close his legs, grabbing for the bottle one last time, but he was too late. A few drops of liquid fell onto his exposed member just as he managed to grab the bottle. He tensed, sucking air through his teeth as he felt that odd tingle up and down his cock a moment later.

“Mother. Fucker.”

“Are you sure you don’t want a bite of something, dear?” Rarity asked, teleporting the bottle away with a pop. “We wouldn’t want you going hungry now, would we?”

She slowly stroked his cock. Atticus jerked, his face scrunching up. He did his best to ignore the stroking, but with each passing second it felt better and better until his cock, which had been hanging limp in Rarity’s magic, began to quickly rise.

“I know it would have been better if the two of us had just went to the market to get something to nibble on. I imaging that it would have been far healthier as well,” Rarity said, pulling the wrapping off of her muffin as he began to squirm underneath her. “But I’m afraid that my sweet tooth would not be denied.”

Atticus gripped the table as a wave of pleasure exploded from his cock as Rarity’s magic teased his cock head. His member throbbed, sending a spurt of pre firing from his tip and onto the floor.

“R-Rarity—”

Rarity gave his cheek a nuzzle as she took a bite of her muffin. “Some may say that I let my sweet tooth get the better of me far too often,” she said. “Such talk makes a lady—even a lady such as myself—more than a little self-conscious. To be honest with you, my dear, it makes me feel… less than attractive.”

Wiggling her rump in his lap, she raised his painfully hard cock as high as it would go. Then, staring at it appreciatively for a moment or two, she engulfed it in her thighs.

Atticus, shutting his eyes tightly, leaned forward and buried his face into the unicorn’s shoulder. He then let out a very quiet, very desperate scream. He could feel every single amazingly soft hair. He could feel the heat from her body. He could feel every twitch from her muscles. It was too much. It felt too good.

“Atticus, darling, I know that you find me positively ravishing, and forgive me if I sound entitled or demanding, but I would very much appreciate it you said so out loud.”

She rubbed her thighs together while teasing the space right below his cock head with her magic. Atticus could feel himself shaking under the assault. His cock jerked, firing another spurt of pre and coating the unicorn’s legs, but she didn’t seem to mind. She just let out a quiet knicker, pressing herself back against him.

“Please dear? Please tell me that I’m pretty,” she said, tilting her head back so she could look at him. “Tell me that if ponies weren’t all around us at this very moment that you’d bend me over this table and not stop rutting me until neither of us could walk.”

Atticus closed his eyes. The table creaked as his grip on it tightened. Rarity leaned toward her plate, pressing his cock against her marehood. He bit down on her shoulder to muffle a whimper. He could feel the heat coming from her lower lips, could feel her arousal now coating his length. His body tensed and his hips jerked, trying to drive his tip into that heavenly wetness and heat.

Rarity, giggling at the expression on his face, gave his cheek a quick kiss. “Or maybe you find me so attractive that it’s hard even with these ponies? One wrong flick of the tail, one teasing gesture and you’d mount me for the whole world to see? Oh I could imagine the looks on ponies faces as you grabbed my mane and slid into me.”

A shiver ran down her spine as she grinded his tip more firmly against her marehood, parting her lips and teasing him with the pink underneath.

“Perhaps you’d only stop until that seed of yours took? Would you like that Atticus? Making love to this l-lady until she’s carrying your foals? Making love to me until we had a h-house full of little o-ones?”

Atticus jerked so hard that he nearly sent Rarity airborne. Rarity herself just let out another giggle, reaching under the table to play with his tip. Her magic began to stroke him along with her thighs, first in long, slow strokes, then in short fast ones. Atticus, no longer able to help himself, started to buck his hips in time with each stroke.

He could feel that tickling sensation building up. It had never felt like this before. He could almost feel a physical vibration in his body. A heat was building up inside of him, hotter than any that he had ever felt.

Taking a deep breath, he inhaled her scent. He could smell that awful perfume that she wore mixing with that wonderful, amazing, mouthwatering scent of her arousal.

His cockhead began to swell, and his balls clenched. Just a little more and he’d—

“Um, excuse me.”

Atticus’s eyes snapped open to see one of the flower sisters standing on the other side of their table staring at them. It took his pleasure-addled mind a few moments to realize that it was Daisy. It took a few more for him to let go of Rarity’s shoulder and lean back.

“Oh, hello of there, Daisy,” Rarity said, not stopping her teasing and stroking for even a moment. “How are you on this fine afternoon?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking,” Daisy replied with a smile and a toss of her mane.

“I’m happy to hear it. Did you and your sisters get those orders of blue roses in yet?”

“Yep! We got them yesterday.”

“I’ll have to make the trip down to your stand and get a dozen or so then,” Rarity said. “But forgive me for chattering on like some mother hen. You needed something, darling?”

Atticus’s breath caught in his throat as she pressed his tip against her marehood. She leaned forward, parting her lower lips and nearly letting him slip inside. He somehow managed to bite back a whine.

“Y-Yeah…. Whatcha need?” he asked, his voice both strained and breathless.

Daisy clicked her tongue, looking over her shoulder at a table where her two other sisters were sitting. “Well, my sisters and I have been seeing the two of you walking around everywhere without attacking each other and we were kind of…”

She looked away from them, rubbing a foreleg. This gave Atticus a perfect opportunity to buck his hips and grit his teeth.

“We were wondering what the hay happened. Did you two finally stop hating each other or….?”

Rarity tittered, resting her hooves on the table. “Atticus and I finally came to terms with how foalish we we’ve been acting and decided to take some steps to stop our petty nonsense. Isn’t that right, Atticus dear?”

Atticus’s knees knocked together as pleasure exploded up and down his spine. When Daisy turned her attention toward him, waiting for his answer with child-like innocence, it took all that he had not to paint the floor with his seed.

“Y-Yep. We c-came to… something... alright…”

“Why, I’d like to think that the two of us are on our way to becoming the best of friends,” Rarity said, taking a small sip from her water.

Her magic clamped down on the entirety of Atticus’s cock, just as tight as any pussy he had ever experienced. With a quick spell that magic began milking him. Atticus’s eyes rolled in his skull, leaning forward. Rarity, still smiling as if everything were perfectly normal, took this opportunity to give his cheek a friendly nuzzle.

Daisy let out a thoughtful hum, looking between the two. “So, you’re not gonna try to murder each other in the streets anymore?” she asked.

“No, I don’t think we’ll be doing any of that nonsense now,” Rarity said.

Daisy looked back over at Atticus. Since he didn’t trust his voice, he gave the mare his best smile and nodded in agreement. He must have looked as ridiculous as he felt, because a look of worry came to the earth pony’s face.

“Are you alright, Atticus? You looked a little… strained.”

“Oh, he’s fine, dear,” Rarity said with a quick wave of her hoof. “Isn’t that right, Atticus?”

“Yep… aha… I’m great,” Atticus said, forcing every single word out of his mouth. “Just… p-peachy…”

Daisy didn’t look a bit convinced. “Are you sure? Your face is getting really red,” she said, motioning toward her neck. “And I can see a vein really sticking out right around here…”

Atticus’s cock jerked in Rarity’s thighs, sending a spurt of cum across her legs. He could feel his balls tightening. Digging his nails into the table, he desperately tried to think of something, anything, to say. Rarity, ever the helpful mare, stroked him as fast as she could, determined to make him cum.

“I… the… and… brain… freeze…”

“Brain freeze?” Daisy said, an eyebrow raised.

“Had a… drink of… Rarity’s water… human’s get…. brain… freeze… gooder…” Atticus said, shutting an eye. “Easier… easier…”

He dug his heels into the floor, raising his hips so his butt lifted out of the chair.

Daisy stared at him for a few moments before letting out a giggle. “You get a brain freeze with just ice water? That’s why I never see you eating anything cold!” she said, stomping her hoof as if coming to some great revelation. “I gotta go tell the other girls. Thanks for telling me what’s going on you two, I’ll get out of your manes now.”

“It was no trouble at all, dear,” Rarity said, grinding her rump against Atticus’s lap. “Isn’t that right, Atticus?”

“No… trebles at… all,” Atticus said.

With a wave, Daisy turned around and made her way back toward her sister. She made it about three steps when Atticus could hold it in no longer. Burying his face into Rarity’s shoulder, he let out a muffled cry, jerked is hips, and let go.

Rarity let out a coo as she felt his cum coating her legs. “There’s a good stallion,” she said, rubbing her thighs against his tip. “Come on now. Let’s see how much of a mess you can make~”

White exploded across the human’s vision. He could hear blood pumping in his ears. The wooden planks of the table cracked under his grip as he jerked his hips again. His cock jerked, sending another load from his tip to coat Rarity’s marehood. The unicorn smiled as she took another bite out of her cake, grinding herself in his lap, doing her best to draw his pleasure out for as long as possible.

Daisy paused, her ears perking up as a spurt of cum hit the back of her hoof. She looked around, a small frown on her face, before shrugging and continuing to make her way to her sisters.

By the time Atticus had come back to his senses, he found that he was covered in sweat. His limbs felt like lead, and his heart was pounding so hard in his chest he was surprised that it hadn’t burst out of his chest.

Panting, he tried to crack open an eye and failed. Summoning up what little willpower he had left, he managed to do it on the second try. Looking down, he saw that not only was Rarity’s lower body covered in his cum, but a good deal of the floor as well. He let out a tired, angry snort, though that didn’t stop him from taking a moment to appreciate just how nice Rarity’s cute, diamond-hard teats looked covered in his spunk.

“I swear… to god… they’ll never find… your body,” he growled, easing his death grip on the table.

Rarity hummed, finishing her muffin. “Are you sure you don’t want the last bit of this cake, dear? It really is quite wonderful.”

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

The walk back to Rarity’s boutique wasn’t as uncomfortable or as angry as it should have been. Atticus had wanted to be upset with the mare. In fact, he had absolutely every right to pick her up and deposit her in the nearest trash can for what she had pulled. He had just about done it to when the two of them had left Sugarcube Corner but, upon taking a few steps outside, Atticus had realized that his legs didn’t work as well as they should have after the orgasm that he had just had. So, instead of getting his revenge, he found himself leaning against Rarity like a hobbled old man, trying his hardest not to fall over.

“I’m going to kill you. No, I’m going to dye your mane and tail throw-up green, shave you, then fucking kill you.”

Rarity chuckled. “I shall wait for you revenge in absolute terror, darling.”

Huffing, Atticus gave the unicorn’s mane a vengeful tug. “Cunt.”

That only had the unicorn laughing harder as the two came to the front steps of her boutique.

“Would you like to come in for a few minutes to sit down?” Rarity asked.

“No,” Atticus said, pushing off the mare. “I’m going to go home, take a long shower, and lie the fuck down.”

“Are you sure you can make it there yourself? I’d be happy to help you.”

“I’ll manage.”

Clicking her tongue, Rarity unlocked her door and opened. “Very well. I trust I’ll see you tomorrow then? Sweetie Belle has asked me to help her Filly Scout Troop in selling their cookies and I’d very much like some company.”

Grunting, Atticus turned around. “Yeah, I guess so,” he grumbled without a second thought. “You’re buying me a box of cookies though…”

Rarity smiled. “Excellent. It’s a date then. Tata, dear.”

Atticus made it a dozen or so feet before stopping. A frown came to his face, and he turned around to look over his shoulder. Rarity, of course, had already gone inside, so he simply stared at the spot she had been.

“Why in the fuck am I spending every fucking day with you?” he asked no one in particular.

“Aw, come on Mr. Atticus. Just one more box. Pleeeeeeeease?”

Ponyville market was in a state of disquiet. The usually bustling town center was deserted. Food carts were nowhere to be seen. The usual noises, the shouting, chatting, laughing, and arguing were nonexistent. Everything was unnaturally still and quiet.

Those ponies that did brave the streets did so at a brisk pace. They made sure to keep their heads down, to hug the buildings and to keep to the alleyways if they could. If they were very, very lucky they would be able to make it back to their homes whole and unmolested. If they weren’t, they’d be chased down by one of the most fearsome and determined creatures known to ponykind. Filly Scouts.

Since seven in the morning Atticus had been sitting at a small stand Sweetie Belle’s troop had set up as a base of operations. It was his job to make sure that the mountains of cookies that the girls needed to sell would be untouched by any mare or stallion not willing to pay the seven bits per box. There was, of course, no need for him to guard these cookies. No pony in town was so tight pocketed that they’d steal anything. Still, he had absolutely no desire to walk around town knocking on doors with the other tired, defeated adults, so guard he would.

Sighing to himself, he leaned back into the far too small chair that he had been provided and looked at the Filly Scout that they had left with him to watch the marketplace for any would-be customers, Sweetie Belle.

Sweetie was wearing her official Filly Scout cap, badge vest, and scarf. Her mane had been tied up in a tight ponytail. Unlike Atticus, who was doing his very best not to fall asleep where he sat, her green eyes were wide and excited. Atticus could see her squirming in her seat as she looked up at him, her lip sticking out and her hooves clasped together.

Slowly, setting his brow, he shook his head. “No.”

“Pleeeeeease, Mr. Atticus?” Sweetie said, leaning toward him. “I only need to sell two more boxes and I’ll get my entrepreneur badge!”

“No. Go and ask someone else.”

“There is no one else! Everypony’s hiding!”

“Get your sister to buy more then.”

“But Rarity said she wouldn’t buy anymore!” Sweetie whined, placing her hooves on his leg and looking up at him with big, sad eyes. “Please, Mr. Atticus?”

Atticus shook his head, a small frown coming to his face. “No.”

Sweetie’s lip quivered and her ears folded against her skull.

“No. No. I’m not buying them. And giving me that look isn’t gonna do you any favors.”

The color seemed to drain from the young filly’s face. The excitement and joy left her eyes.

Atticus looked away from her. “I’m not gonna tell you again, munchkin. No means no. So, no. No.”

He twitched when he heard a quiet sniffle. Frown deepening, he forced himself to look straight ahead. His face scrunched up when he heard another sniffle. On the third his eyes snapped back to the filly. Sweetie Belle was looking down at her vest. Her shoulder were slumped, and he could very clearly see tears in the corner of her eyes.

The human was forced to bite back a curse as he looked down at her, his eyes narrowing down to slits. He stared at her for several seconds, an eternal battle raging across his face, before he let out an explosive sigh.

“Jesus fuck… Fine, fine,” he said, covering, his face with a hand. “Give me two boxes of the sugar cookie ones.”

Sweetie’s expression did an instant one-eighty. “We don’t have anymore of the Sweet Sugar Momma’s Surprise.”

Atticus groaned. “Then give me the chocolate peanut butter ones godamn—dang it,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bag of bits.

Letting out a cheer and throwing up her hooves in excitement, Sweetie leapt off of her stool. Weaving through the boxes of cookies, she grabbed two red boxes and plopped them on Atticus’s lap, her tail wagging like a happy puppy.

“Here, now quit asking me to buy shi—to buy every cookie in here,” Atticus said, dropping bits into her outstretched. “Because I swear if you do it one more time I’m gonna throw you in a garbage can.”

Sweetie Belle let out a giggle. “Thanks Mr. Atticus!” she chirped.

On the other side of the road, a lone mare was making her way down the street. She kept to the ground as low as she could, hiding behind anything that she could. She had nearly made it past the tent’s line of sight when her hoof kicked a stray bottle. It was barely even a kick, more of a nudge really, but it was more than enough force to send the bottle rolling across the street.

Sweetie Bell’s ears perked up. “Mr. Atticus, look!” she said, zeroing in on the poor mare.

Head still in hand, Atticus waved the filly away. “Give ‘em Heck, you little cookie selling machine.”

With a grin, Sweetie levitated a collection of boxes into the air. She was racing out of the tent a moment later at full tilt.

“Hey Mrs. Amethyst, do you wanna buy some cookies to help our Filly Scout troop?”

A scream filled the air but Atticus ignored it, sighing again. Lifting his hand away from his face, he looked down at the cookies in his lap. With a look of disgust, he picked up the cookies and sat them next to the pile of cookies that was nearly at his shoulder height.

“Son of a bitch…”

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Rarity threw open the flap to the back of the tent. “There you are, dear,” she said with smile, trotting toward him with two Styrofoam cups of coffee in tow.

She floated one of these cups over to Atticus, who took it with a grumble. “Thanks.”

“You’re very welcome,” Rarity replied, walking over and taking a seat next to him. “Since I heard screaming am I to guess that Sweetie is attempting to catch herself a customer?”

“Yeah, she took off down the street,” Atticus said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Give her a minute or two and I’ll bet she’ll come back to us with an empty wagon.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” Rarity said, eyeing the stack of cookies sitting right next to him. “Sweetie can be very… persuasive when she wants to. Though I’m sure you already know that.”

Snorting, Atticus grabbed a box of cookies and tore it open. “You owe me two hundred fucking bits,” he grumbled, grabbing a handful of the tiny cookies and shoving them into his mouth. “Making me come out here just to get robbed by baby horses…”

“You didn’t have to buy a single box, dear.”

Atticus gave the unicorn a dirty look as he took another sip of his coffee. Rarity giggled, giving his leg a pat.

“Have I told you that you look absolutely fetching in that shirt?”

“No, and don’t. I’m not fetching any fucking thing, you pain in the ass.”

“…You know that wasn’t what I mean by fetching, dear.”

Atticus licked the cookie crumbs off of his lips. “Give me a few more hours to wake up and I’ll stop being so literal, Mrs. Fussypants.”

Finishing his box of cookies—his seven bit box of cookies, he couldn’t help but sourly note—he tossed the empty container to the floor. Grabbing a box of peanut butter cookies, he tore the box open. He was about to grab a handful and stuff them into his mouth when he paused.

His eyes snapped toward Rarity, who was looking at him with a crinkled nose. Looking down at himself, he saw that his lap and his brand-new shirt were covered in cookie crumbs. Setting his cup of coffee down, he quickly wiped the crumbs off himself. He then offered her the box.

“Come on, I’m not gonna be the only one that eats these shitty cookies.”

Rarity’s smile returned to her face. “I suppose I could indulge myself a bit,” she said, using a spell to levitate a cookie into the air. “Thank you very much, dear.”

Leaning down, Atticus picked up his coffee as he set the box of cookies in his lap. “Aha.”

With that the two fell into a comfortable silence. Rarity carefully nibbled her cookie, making sure that no crumbs got into her coat. Every once in awhile she would take a small sip of her coffee. Atticus, meanwhile, managed to devour the box of cookies and begin work on a third. While he did try to be less of a slob—to keep Rarity from bitching at him if nothing else—every few minutes he was forced to wipe crumbs from his lap and shirt.

In their silence, they could hear birds chirping. A few feet away the town’s fountain flowed. A ray of sunlight could be seen shining through the window of the Quill and Sofa shop. If they listened very carefully, they could have heard the Filly Scouts terrorizing the townsfolk.

Finally, Atticus could take the silence no longer. “Alright, so when is it gonna happen?”

Rarity’s ear perked up. “Pardon?” she asked, looking over at him.

“When’s the thing gonna happen?” Atticus said, popping a cookie into his mouth. “When are you gonna show me the vibrator you brought, or when are you gonna take me to some back alley and make me fuck you over some dirty garbage can, or whatever weird shit you have churning in that mind of yours.”

The unicorn’s nose scrunched up. “If you think that I’d ever let my pristine fur touch a dirty garbage can you must be out of your mind, dear,” she said, giving his belly a poke. “And I’ll have you know that I have no such intentions with you today.”

“Bullshit,” Atticus said, tossing another empty container to the floor.

“It’s the truth,” Rarity insisted. “And I’d very much appreciate it if you would keep your language in check. I don’t want my sister picking up your foul mouth.”

“Hey, I’ve been doing my best not to swear around that little walking money vacuum,” he replied, giving her nose a boop. “And don’t you change the subject. What other reason would you want me to sit with you for eight hours?”

“As fun as it is to leave you a sweating, breathless mess, sex isn’t the only thing we can do together, dear,” Rarity said, looking away from him. “Since my parents were out of town and Sweetie needed somepony to watch her while she sold her cookies, I thought that having you as company would be… nice.”

Atticus’s eyes narrowed. He waited for a smirk, or a deviant look in the unicorn’s eye. He waited her horn to spark to life and teleport some sort of sex toy or start to undo his pants. He even waited for a teasing flick of her tail, or Rarity spreading her legs just wide enough to tease him. But, to his surprise, he saw none of that.

“…You’re really not going to try anything?” he asked.

“Not today, dear. Especially not with my sister running around,” Rarity replied with a toss of her mane. “You’ll just have to wait with baited breath the next time I wish to make your day.”

“Yeah, make my day,” Atticus said, leaning back into his chair. “That’s what I’d call molesting me with ponies all around.”

“Oh really?”

“No. I didn’t enjoy a second of that,” Atticus said with a shake of his head. “I’m not you. I don’t get my rocks off cumming in public.”

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Rarity asked, grabbing his arm and pressing it against her chest as she pressed her side against his. “Because the mess you made on the Cakes’ floor seemed to say otherwise~”

“That was that stuff you poured onto my junk that did that,” Atticus said, looking down at her as he took another sip of his coffee. “If I hadn’t been so sensitive you wouldn’t have even gotten me hard.”

“You think far too little of me, dear. Given enough time I’m sure I could have made that stallionhood of yours hard enough to break stone.”

“You think so, marshmallow?”

“Oh I know so,” Rarity said with a toss of her mane. “In fact, I’m fairly confident that I could leave you nothing more than a shimmering mess with just a few words.”

Atticus frowned, his brow furrowed at the boast. “I bet you I could leave your big white ass so red in the face ponies would think you were Big Mac.”

“Oh really?” Rarity asked, smiling up at him as she gave his side a nuzzle. “And how would you intend to do that, my dear?”

The two stared at each other for several seconds. Atticus’s lips tightened into a thin line. He let up a hum, looking Rarity up and down before grabbing her hoof.

Rarity’s smile diminished as a look of confusion came to her face. “Atticus? What in Celestia’s name are you doing?”

“I’m holding your hoof,” he replied.

“I can see that, but why are you doing it.”

“Because if Sweetie walks back into the tent she’s gonna see us holding hands, and you know how much of a blabbermouth she is.”

It took a few moments, but the possible ramifications of her little sister seeing such a thing came to Rarity’s mind. Sitting in Atticus’s lap was one thing, but holding his hand was another thing entirely. Handholding meant some kind of relationship that was more than friendly.

Rarity twitched as she felt the human’s thumb drawing circles across the frog of her hoof. She looked down at her hoof, mind racing. She knew that if even one of the Filly Scout’s mothers heard about it half the town would know by sun down. By the end of the week she’d be up to her ears in rumors and speculation.

In an instant a bit of pink began to color her cheeks. “W-Well then,” she said, coughing into her free hoof. “As much as I’d like to play this little game perhaps w-we should—”

Her words died in her throat as she looked up at Atticus. While the human was doing his very best to look steadfast and grim, she could see something on his face. She might have been seeing things, it might have been an odd trick of the light, but she swore she could see the beginnings of a blush. Eyes narrowing, her nostrils flared, smelling for fear like a shark smelled for blood.

“You know what, dear? A bit of hoofholding sounds wonderful,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze.

She looked carefully at his face to see that she just hadn’t been seeing things. There was clearly a blush on Atticus’s face now. She grinned, even as her own face became redder.

“Are you sure? You’re looking a bit red under the gills,” Atticus said.

“I’m just a little flushed from the cold, darling, as I’m sure you are as well.”

“It’s not that cold.”

“Oh? Then why are you blushing, hmm? Perhaps the big, strong, nasty human likes holding hooves with yours truly?”

Atticus’s brow furrowed. “You look very pretty this morning, Rare.”

“That’s very—Oh?” Rarity’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected compliment. “Well thank you very much, it’s nice of you to say so.”

“It’s the truth,” Atticus said. “Pretty much everyone else came here looking like shit but you took the time to get ready, even if no one would appreciate it. And it shows.”

Rarity’s face grew warmer. A silly smile came to her face as she fanned herself with a hoof. She was about to thank him again, when she realized just what he was trying to do.

The compliments weren’t just compliments; Atticus was trying to leave her flustered to prove that he was right!

“Most stallions wouldn’t have come here to watch my little sister, but not only are you here but you’ve gone out of you way to help my sister get that little merit badge of hers,” she said, drawing herself up. “Not only does that prove that underneath all of that gruff and unsophistication is a true gentlecolt. One that is wonderful with foals.”

Atticus’s blush deepened. “Well, you’re here to when you don’t need to be.”

“She’s my sister.”

“So? You still got up way too early to help her with this stupid thing. I know if I had siblings I’d tell them to shove it if they tried to ask me to do something like this.”

“Forgive me for saying so, but I feel as if that is a lie.”

The two glared at each other. With a huff, Rarity climbed into his lap. Atticus, not one to back down, held her hoof even tighter.

“You let me live out one of my dreams when you let me ride you the other day,” he growled. “I’ll never be able to tell you just how much it meant to me.”

“When I see you wearing something I made you I feel as satisfied as I’ve ever been,” Rarity said, smacking her tail against his leg. “I love the idea my designs not only providing you comfort, but keeping you safe from the elements. I’d wish you’d let me fill your wardrobe with my clothes so I can show the world just how handsome you truly are.”

Atticus bared his teeth. “Whenever we do shit together I have to resist the urge to pick you up and sit you in my lap. I love the smell of your perfume and how your body feels against mine.”

Rarity pressed her forehead against his. “Whenever you leave me for the day I wish you’d stay for a few moments more,” she said, her voice softening. “Though you may be the biggest brute that I think I’ve ever met, I’d like to learn more about you, your family, your likes and dislikes.”

“You’ve made these last couple weeks go by faster, “Atticus said, all guff leaving his voice with each word said. “I like to hear that stupid fake accent of yours, and I’d actually like some more clothes because I think you actually do really good work. I also think that you’re one of the most beautiful mares in this town, maybe one of the most beautiful that I’ve seen since I was dumped in this tooty-fruity world.”

Both Rarity and Atticus, both as red as tomatoes, looked each other in the eyes. Rarity pressed her weight against Atticus. Atticus wrapping his arms around the mare, just above her hips. Both attempted to say more, opening their mouths and taking breaths, but no matter how hard they tried their mouths would close.

Attius’s eyes snapped toward the mare’s lips. Rarity shifted her weight in his lap, pulling his hand against her chest. Then, gazing up at him with those perfect blue eyes of hers, she leaned upward. Atticus, without a second though, leaned down to meet her in the middle. Their lips parted and their eyes slipped shut.

“Mr. Atticus and Rarity, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

Both the human and unicorn froze. Their eyes snapped open and, whipping their heads around, they saw a grinning Sweetie Belle standing at the back of the tent.

Atticus let out a sigh. “Shit.”

There had been a few times in his life when Atticus had had his mettle tested. The first time it had happened when he was a child and his mother had insisted that he take dancing classes because she thought it would make him “fancy”. The next time was when he and his friends had taken a trip to Germany to complete a drinking run known only as “The Deutsch Devastator”. The most recent was when he suddenly found himself in Twilight’s living room because of a spell gone wrong, with nothing but the towel that he had been wearing and the toothbrush in his mouth. Every single one of these trials had been horrible in their own special way, but none of them came close to what he was experiencing now.

Ponies were by nature talkative and nosy creatures. They were also known to have only a minimal understanding of things like space and boundaries whenever they got excited. Atticus knew this for a fact, and it had never been truer when word spread about him and Rarity.

Wherever he went ponies would stop him and offer their congratulations. If he would sit down and try to eat at Sugarcube Corner, Mr. Cake would there trying to pry details out of him. Some of the town’s more elderly residents would demand to know when Rarity would “make an honest stallion out of him” and go on and on about how courtship was so much better back in their day. Whispering was ever-present whenever he walked by, as were stares.

Days ago, Rarity had locked herself in her boutique to get away from the gossip, and Atticus was beginning to suspect that she had the right idea. While he wasn’t a stranger to whispering and stares, he didn’t much care for these ones.

Him and Rarity were not a couple. They had nothing in common. The only reason why they spent everyday together was just so that they could stop hating each other! Every time that he tried to explain this to a pony—sometimes calmly, sometimes not—nine times out of ten they would just rolled their eyes while nodding their heads while muttering something about shy stallions.

It drove him nuts. It drove him nuttier than a squirrel with a nut addiction.

Letting out a groan and covering his face with a hand, Atticus pressed his back against the side of Sugarcube Corner. He had been sitting there for most of the morning, making faces at any pony that got too close. His butt was beginning to ache from sitting on the ground for so long, but a combination of laziness and the promise of sweets when Pinkie got off from work kept him glued to where he was.

“Hiya, Mr. Atticus!”

Peeking through his fingers, Atticus watched as a smiling Sweetie Belle made her way over toward him, two small ice cream cones floating by her head. He frowned at the filly, baring his teeth and letting out a growl. Instead of scaring her off like he had hoped, Sweetie just let out a giggle.

“You’re silly, Mr. Atticus,” she said, taking a seat beside him and offering him one of the ice cream cones. “I got you some ice cream.”

“I don’t want any ice cream, you big mouth,” Atticus said, looking away from her.

Sweetie frowned. “Oh come on,” she said, giving his side a poke. “I wanted to get you something to say I’m sorry. It’s vanilla.”

The unicorn waved the ice cream under Atticus’s nose. He snatched it out of the air, not looking very happy at all as he took a few licks.

“You’re a real turd, you know that right?”

“Rarity said the same thing,” Sweetie said, still smiling. “But she didn’t call me a turd. She called be a bunch of big words that I didn’t understand and made me do all of the dishes.”

“Good. I would have beaten your as—your butt if I were your sister,” Atticus said, licking bit of ice cream from his lips.

Sweetie Bell let out a giggle, staring out at the market. “Rarity hasn’t come out of her house for the last couple of days. My dad tried to get her to come to bingo night at town hall last night but she wouldn’t come.”

“You sound awfully happy that your sister’s miserable,” Atticus said.

Sweetie, taking a bite out of her cone, looked up at him. “Nuh-uh. I’m not happy because my sister’s sad, Mr. Atticus. I’m just happy that she likes you so much!”

“She doesn’t like me,” Atticus said, his nose scrunching up. “She doesn’t hate me, not anymore, but she really doesn’t like me either.”

“She does too!” Sweetie said with childish certainty. “She talks about you all the time when you’re gone! She’s also been making you a bunch of clothes, and I saw her wearing one of your shirts the other day.”

“That doesn’t mea—” Atticus paused, looking down at the filly. “Wait. She has one of my shirts?”

“Uh-huh,” Sweetie said, her mane bouncing as she nodded. “It’s the really big one with all of those holes in it and the picture of a big snake eating a sword.”

Atticus opened his mouth to say something, but closed it after a moment or two. “…My shirt? Really?”

“She seemed really happy when she wore it. Then she got really, really embarrassed when she saw me,” Sweetie said. “I’ve never seen Rarity wear a stallion’s clothes before. You might be the first one that wears shirts but you’re still the first one, and that means she really likes you right?”

Atticus scratched, his mind racing. “Why the hell would she… She’d been bitching about my fucking shirts since she saw the damned things…”

Sweetie’s grin widened as she wiggled excitedly. “You should go and make her let down her mane so you can climb up into her room and smooch! Just like in the stories!”

Attius didn’t pay her comment any mind, staring off into the distance. Sweetie didn’t seem discouraged by his lack of response. In fact, she took the opportunity to snuggle up against his side.

“Mom and dad are always telling Rarity that she needs to get a coltfriend so they can get married and have a whole bunch of babies.” She frowned. “I don’t know if your babies would like babies…” Trailing off for a few seconds, she perked up. “I bet you’d be a good dad though, Mr. Atticus, just like my—”

A frown slowly made its way onto Atticus’s face. He looked toward the direction of Rarity’s boutique, brow furrowing. As Sweetie continued to blabber on about something or another, he climbed to his feet.

“Here, give this to someone,” he said, giving Sweetie his ice cream. “I only licked it a couple of times.”

Looking up at him in confusion, Sweetie took the ice cream cone out of his hand. “Okay. But where are you going, Mr. Atticus?”

Atticus, shoving his hands in his pockets, began walking toward the boutique. “I’m going to get my shirt back.”

He left Sweetie where she sat, ignoring every and all ponies that he came across. The thought of getting sweets from Pinkie, how exasperated and irritated he had been the last couple of days, Sweetie Belle being Sweetie Belle; it all fell away. What replaced it was a single desire: to get his shirt back.

Marching up the front doors to Rarity’s home and place of business, he tried to open the front door only to see that it was locked. That did nothing to dissuade him however, because he simply took a step back, lifted up the welcome mat to grab the unicorn’s spare key, and unlocked the door. Shoving the key into his pocket, he opened the door and stepped inside.

Upon entering the building, he could hear a sound reverberating throughout the boutique. He had to strain to hear it, and if the rest of the house hadn’t been completely silent there would have been no way he would have heard it in the first place, but it was there. It was there and it was coming from upstairs.

Looking up at the ceiling, Atticus closed the door behind him and locked it. He kicked off his shoes, placing them on the mat Rarity had gotten for him, and dusted himself off so that he would look somewhat presentable. That done, he drew himself to his full height, puffed his chest out, and made his way toward the stairs.

With each step he took he could hear the sound getting louder. He couldn’t quite make it out, though it sounded awfully familiar as he made his way up the steps and down the hall toward Rarity’s room. Her bedroom door was closed, but even so he strode forward. He had just about reached it when a loud moan erupted from the other side of the door.

“Oh~! Almost… For Celestia’s sake just let me…”

Atticus paused, pulling his hand away from the doorknob. His frown disappeared, replaced with a look of confusion. He stared at the door for several seconds, listening to the sounds of panting, moaning, and the gentle rocking of a bed.

He let out a hum, looking behind him, then at the door knob. Tapping his hand against his thigh, he mentally battled with himself for a moment or two before his curiosity got the better of him and he reached for the door. Slowly turning the doorknob, he counted to ten in his head before opening the door a crack and poking his head inside.

The first thing that he noticed was the smell. It was the scent of an aroused mare, the scent of Rarity, and it was so thick in the air that he nearly reared back in surprise. Another moan drew his attention toward the bed, where a red-faced Rarity laid.

The covers had long ago been tossed to the floor. Sex toys of various shapes and sizes were laid haphazardly around. Pillows, dozens of them, were being used to prop up the mare herself, who was in a state that Atticus had never seen her in before.

Rarity’s mane was wild. Her coat was soaked through with sweat. Her chest was heaving and legs were spread apart wide, revealing her puffy, aroused sex. Rarity’s eyes were closed and she face scrunched up as she pawed at her bedsheets. A toy—a small pink dildo if Atticus had to guess—was sliding in and out of her at a blazingly fast pace.

“Just… please,” she groaned, rolling her hips. “Just let me…” She curled in on herself, biting a hoof. “I just need…”

Atticus leaned against the frame of the door, watching the unicorn. The steely resolve in his eyes softened. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking behind him once again before—being as quiet as he could—he slipped into the bedroom.

While he still wanted his shirt back—and he was going to get it back—he decided that this was a good opportunity to kill a few birds with a single stone.

Rarity, too focused on getting herself off to noticing anything around her, didn’t realize anyone else was in the room until one of the boards under her carpet creaked under the human’s weight. Her ears immediately perked up at the sound. Another creak resulted in the dildo freezing in place and her eyes opening.

“What in E—ATTICUS?!” she cried, her eyes growing huge. “W-What are you doing in my ho—”

“I’m here to get my shirt back,” Atticus said, reaching down and picking up the mare. “And… to talk to you. I guess.”

Rarity squirmed lightly in his grasp as he sat down. “I don’t need a t-talking to, I—”

Wrapping both arms around the unicorn, Atticus pulled her against his chest, burying his face into her neck and inhaling deeply. Along with the sweat and arousal he could smell that perfume of hers. If was very faint, however, so he was forced to nuzzle his nose deeper into her coat.

“A-Atticus, what in Celestia’s name—Oh my goodness!”

Rarity squirmed in his lap as he gently nipped her neck. One of his hands made its way down her belly and toward her teats. The unicorn’s back arched as his fingertips brushed across one of the rock hard, sensitive nubs of flesh. She let out a gasp as pinched one between his pointer finger and thumb. Her hips jerked as a bolt of pleasure exploded from her nethers.

“Oh yes~” she moaned, all of the tension leaving her body. “Oh y-yes my dear. I needed this…”

Atticus ignored her, kissing and biting his way toward her jawline. His pants were becoming soaked with the mare’s arousal, and his shirt was no doubt covered in sweat and other liquids, but he didn’t care. It had been far too long since he had had this irritating, pain in the ass mare in his lap like this. He had missed this; missed her, this smell, the way she squirmed and the noises she made.

A growl escaped him as he bit down on Rarity’s neck a little more forcefully. The unicorn let out a moan, desperately clinging to his arm. Her back legs clamped down on the hand playing with her teats, forcing his hand toward her groin.

“Don’t t-tease me, dear. D-darling,” she said, panting. “Please…”

Nuzzling her cheek, Atticus traced a finger along her perfect folds. To his surprise, he noticed that the dildo was still lodged deep inside of her. He touched the hard, warm, soaked plastic. Wrapping his fingers around the end of the toy, he kissed his mare’s nose as he pulled it out.

Rarity let out a whimper, grinding her back against his chest as he brought the toy up to her face. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, taking half of the toy into her maw. Cleaning her cum as best as she could, she let it go with a pop.

Atticus chuckled in her ear, giving the toy a lick himself so he could taste her. “Goddamnit. I don’t know how you do it but you taste good every time…”

Rarity rubbed her back legs together, her eyes closed and her breathing ragged. “Please,” she whispered. “I’m so… P-Please…”

Giving the toy a glance, Atticus tossed it over his shoulder. Burying his face into Rarity’s mane, he let his hand wander downward.

It was obvious to see that these toys weren’t doing anything for her. He didn’t doubt that this marshmallow degenerate had been trying to use them for days to get herself off with little success. He couldn’t help but grin at the idea as he cupped her marehood.

Luckily for her she wouldn’t be needing a toy anymore. He was here, and he wasn’t going to stop until she wouldn’t even think about using another toy ever again.

Rarity stiffened, her eyes snapping open as he teased her opening with a finger. Her mouth opened, both to let out another moan and to tear his head off for teasing her like this. Before she could do either of those things, though, Atticus slipped a finger inside of her.

The effect was immediate. Rarity’s eyes snapped shut. She tried to curl in on herself, gripping his hand between her hooves to hard that it hurt. She bucked her hips once, then twice, letting out a snort before throwing her head up to the ceiling and letting out a scream that shook the windows.

Atticus kissed the unicorn’s jaw as her inner muscles clamped down on his finger and a rush of cum soaked his hand and the floor. He held the shaking mare tight against him, murmuring words of encouragement into her neck as she rode out her orgasm. He pumped his finger in and out of her doing his best to elongate her pleasure as much as possible.

When Rarity did finally come down from her orgasmic high she let out a drunken giggle, nuzzling his chin with the top of her head. “That was… oh my goodness,” she said, placing a hoof against her chest as she tried to catch her breath. “Thank you very much, Atticus dear, I—”

She twitched as he slipped another finger inside of her, her breath hitching in her throat.

“A-Atticus, that’s enough,” she said, reaching down with a hoof and grabbing at his hand. “I’m—”

“Shush,” Atticus said, closing his eyes.

Rarity bit her lip, her overly sensitive marehood clenching at his digits. “B-But—”

“Shush.”

Minutes turned into an hour as Atticus had his way with the mare. His pants became soaked completely through as he brought Rarity to orgasm after orgasm. Each moan was music to his ears, each time his fingers were coated in her cum brought a smile to his face. For minutes at it time he would just keep his fingers buried inside of her to the knuckle while he just held and kissed her. Other times his hand would be a blur as he tried to get to cum in succession.

In this haze of cum and moans, he found Rarity straddling him, her hooves wrapped around his neck and her forehead pressed against his. Her magnificent blue eyes stared deeply into his as she moaned his name.

Her horn would glow every once in awhile, lifting his hand from her cunny and bringing it up to her mouth so she could lick them clean. Sometimes he’d try to lick them himself, which would end in the two of them sharing the mare’s cum between themselves.

When the sun had eventually began to set and Atticus’s hand was so sore and cramped that he could barely move it anymore, both him and Rarity found themselves lying in her bed.

The unicorn had a hoof draped over his chest. Her eyes were half-lidded, and there was a very small but very pleased smile on her face. She was looking up at him with an expression that made his chest tighten.

Leaning up, she planted a kiss on his lips before letting her head drop beside his. “Thank you very much, dear,” she whispered.

Atticus stared at her for several seconds. He could feel his heartbeat quicken, and he honestly had no idea why. His mouth opened and was about to say something when he noticed just how pretty the unicorn looked. She might have been covered in sweat, her mane might have made her look like a madmare, but she really was truly pretty. Beautiful even.

Cupping Rarity’s face, he began peppering her with kisses. Rarity let out a tired giggle, playfully batting at his stomach before returning each smooch. Atticus rolled the two of them over so that he pinned the mare to the bed. This allowed Rarity to wrap her back legs around him, making sure that he wouldn’t go anywhere.

“Did you miss me, dear?” she teased, rubbing her nose against his.

Atticus leaned back. “ Yeah,” he said, tracing a circle against her cheek.

Rarity seemed taken aback by the response. “Oh,” she said, a hint of a blush working its way onto her face. “...Well, I admit that I missed you too.”

Seeing her lips move as she spoke made Atticus want to continue kissing her, but he resisted the urge, if only barely. “Well, good. I’m happy we’re both happy to see each other.”

“Yes, very happy,” Rarity agreed, nosing his cheek as one of her hooves brushed against his groin. “I would also be very happy to return the favor for your kindness if you were willing, darling.”

Slowly, Atticus shook his head. “Nah, I think I’m alright,” he said, giving Rarity one last kiss before wrapping his arms around her. “I just want… I guess I just want to hold you for a little while. I think.”

Rarity’s smile widened. Pushing him into his side, she wrapped her hooves around his head. Kissing his cheek, she pressed his face against his neck while the tip of her horn glowed. All of the sex toys on the bed were levitated into the air and toward the bathroom. The blanket on the floor was lifted into the air and draped over the two.

“How could I say no to such a request, especially after you came in like a knight and shining armor,” she mused, running a hoof through his hair. “Just for a few minutes though, my dear. These covers need changed and I’m in dire need of a bath. You’ll join me, won’t you?”

Atticus nodded, nuzzling her neck.

Rarity laughed softly. “Wonderful. While we’re bathing together I’d also like to speak to you about the next theme of our “therapy” session…

“Mares and gentlecolts, we have arrived at Canterlot station. If this is your stop, please make sure to get all of your baggage and make your way to the train’s exits. Please have a wonderful day, and thank you for riding the Pony Express!”

Atticus, leaning back into his far too small seat, let out a sigh. He closed his eyes, and for a few moments contemplated not getting up.

After this stop the train was supposed to go to Detrot. He had never been there before, and he did have a two-way ticket. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to do a little sightseeing. Heck, if he was feeling really adventurous, he might take the next stop after that to Mareeland.

A gentle nudge to the side caused him to crack open an eye. Looking over, he saw Rarity staring at him expectantly.

The unicorn was the reason why he had taken the five-hour train ride up to this deathtrap of a city. The exact reason why they were here was a mystery to the human, and Rarity, ever the helpful little horse, had refused to answer any of his questions for this little ‘plan’ of hers.

And he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit.

“Come along, dear,” she said, rising from her seat. “We don’t want the train to leave now, do we?”

Atticus resisted the urge to groan. He briefly considered telling her no but thought better of it. No matter what the hell they were doing up here he had promised that he’d go along with it. So, rising to his feet—making sure not to hit his head on the top of the ceiling—he grabbed their bags and followed Rarity to one of the exits on the train.

Canterlot’s train station was absolutely bustling. Creatures of all shapes and sizes were walking around. The smell of cooked corn could be smelt in the air. A few crowds were gathered around show ponies, some juggling, some singing, some doing magic tricks. Atticus and Rarity ignored them all, navigating the crowds and making their way onto the streets of Canterlot proper.

Rarity seemed to know the streets very well, leading them into the old city’s depths. The crowds quickly disappeared, until only a few ponies could be seen about.

“So, are you finally going to tell me what we’re doing here or are you gonna keep up with this cloak and dagger shit?” Atticus asked.

“I already told you, dear, I want this to be a surprise,” Rarity said, looking back at him with a smile. “And please, for my sake, keep that potty mouth yours at least somewhat clean.”

“What we’re doing up here is probably a hell of a lot dirtier than any swear I could think of,” Atticus dryly replied.

Rarity just giggled to herself, turning back to face the road ahead. The two went on for a few minutes in completely silence, before Atticus couldn’t help himself.

“Could you at least tell me where we’re going?”

Rarity stopped, turning around to look at him. Instead of looking annoyed, however, she looked very pleased with herself.

“And what do I get for this information? A kiss perhaps? Or would you grace me with some poetry?” She sing-songed.

Atticus frowned. “I swear to god I’ll go to the busiest part of this city and make a scene,” he threatened.

The unicorn chuckled, leaning over to nuzzle his leg before once again making her way down the street. Staring at her warily, Atticus followed. He tried to stay behind the unicorn but, to his surprise, she slowed down so that the two were walking side-by-side.

“If you must know, the two of us are going to Canterlot Castle,” Rarity said. “Princess Celestia and Luna were kind enough to give us a room for a few days while we do what we’ve come here to do.”

“The thing you won’t tell me about.”

“A master never reveals her secrets, darling, especially while the trick is still in play. Now, I plan to drop you off in our room before I go to my boutique here. There’s a few things that I must discuss with Sassy as well as pick up a few things for tonight.”

Atticus shrugged. “I have no idea who the hell Sassy is, but alright.”

“Sassy is one of my managers,” Rarity said as her side brushed against his. “She’s a wonderful mare. A little serious at times but she really is a sweetheart. I’ll have to introduce you before we leave.”

Atticus tried to step away from the unicorn. Without missing a beat Rarity followed him, staying closely at his side. He gently frowned, both suspicious and a little confused.

“What the heck’s going on with you?” he asked.

Rarity’s ears perked up. “Why would you think there’s a single thing wrong with me, dear?” she asked.

“You just seem a little… weird today,” Atticus replied. “And will you quit rubbing yourself all over me? You’re gonna make me fall over for Christ’s sake.”

For a moment, the slightest of blushes could be seen on the unicorn’s face. “Forgive me,” she said with an excited wiggle. “I must admit that I’m excited.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Atticus said, noticing that even with her apology she still stayed as close to him as possible.

The rest of the trip to the castle was relatively uneventful. As soon as the guards noticed them they were lead into the castle to the princesses’ wing.

“Forgive the royal highnesses, lady Rarity, but they could not greet you themselves,” one of the guards said as he led them through the stone halls. “They did send along their regards, and a desire to meet with you when you are able.”

Rarity puffed up, looking as proud as Atticus had ever seen her. “Please tell the princesses that I’d love to speak with them whenever they’re able. I’d also like you to thank them for opening their home for Atticus and I—”

“Hey, don’t you drag me into this,” Atticus said.

“—we both are honored that they’ve ever consider doing such a thing.”

The guard bowed his head. “I’ll make sure to send along your message, lady Rarity,” he said, stopping right next to a door. “Here is your room. If you need anything, simply come out and find either one of the guard or castle staff.”

“Thank you very much,” Rarity said, tugging Atticus toward the door with her magic. “That will be all, then. I hope you two stallions have an absolutely wonderful evening.”

The guards saluted before making their way down the hall. Both Rarity and Atticus watched them go, Rarity let out a low, excited noise as they turned the corner.

“Oh, this will simply be divine! I still cannot believe that the princesses were kind enough to let us stay with them. It’s an honor. No, it’s beyond an honor!”

Atticus snorted. “I don’t see the big deal. I stayed up here for a couple of weeks and it wasn’t anything special.”

“It wasn’t special to you because you have no sense of tact or taste in finery, dear,” Rarity said, though not unkindly. “Now come, let us see the wonders that await!”

Throwing the door open, Rarity eagerly trotted into the room. Atticus, shaking his head, followed after her. It took them a few moments, but they were eventually able to find a light switch. Switching it on, they got to see the room in all of its glory.

As with most rooms in the castle, the room was very large and ornate. A fine blood-red carpet decked the floor. Portraits sitting in golden frames lined the walls. In the other end of the room, next to the fancy window that had what looked like a cloud city etched into it, was a very large, very fancy bed. Sitting next to a fireplace was a set of chairs and a table that looked at least two hundred years old.

Slowly looking around with an awestruck expression, Rarity deeply inhaled. “Isn’t it positively lovely, Atticus?”

Atticus looked around the room. “Well, if gold wasn’t so common here I’d love to see if I could get out of here with those painting frames,” he said.

Rarity nodded her head. “Yes… yes, it really is perfect, isn’t it?” she muttered to herself, not hearing a work that he had just uttered.

Making her way toward the bed, she sat her suitcase on top of it before turning around and facing Atticus. “Now I must be off, dear. We are on a schedule after all.”

“If you say so,” Atticus replied, walking over and dropping his duffel bag on the table.

Rarity chewed her lip. For a brief instant, the excitement on her face morphed into nervousness. The unicorn flicked her tail, tucking a stray lock of her mane behind an ear, and just like that it was gone.

“Atticus? Could you come here for a moment?”

Atticus turned to face the mare. “What? Yeah, alright,” he said, walking over to her.

Rarity cleared your throat. “If you could get on one knee I’d be very appreciative.

“Is this when your fetish shit starts, then?” Atticus asked.

“No. That’ll come later. Now please, indulge me if you would.”

Making sure to keep an eye out for any funny business, Atticus did as he was asked, sinking down onto one knee so that she was eye level with Rarity. The unicorn gave him a smile and, to his surprise, closed the distance between the two of them and wrapped her hooves around his neck for a tight hug.

“I just want to thank you for accompanying me up here,” she said, nuzzling his cheek.

Atticus, though not expecting the hug, quickly returned it. “It’s no big deal. It’s not like I had anything to do this weekend anyway.”

Rarity let out a sigh. Her grip on him tightened as she gave his cheek a kiss before resting her head on his shoulder. “Nevertheless, thank you.”

The hug lasted for quite a while. Schedule or not, Rarity didn’t seem all that eager to break it, which was fine by Atticus. He rather enjoyed the feeling of her soft fur brushing against his cheek. There was also something to be said about having a kind of good-looking mare pressed up against him like this.

Before too long however, Rarity did break the hug. “Yes, well, I really truly must be off now,” she said, taking a step away from him. “I shan’t be gone too long hopefully.”

Nodding, Atticus rose to his full height. “Alright, I guess I’ll take a shower or something.”

“Yes, that’s an excellent idea dear,” Rarity said, making her way toward the door. “And remember not to break anything while I’m away.”

Atticus frowned as the unicorn threw open the door. “I’m not a five-year-old, Rare. I can watch myself for a couple of fucking minutes.”

“Just making sure, dear,” Rarity said, blowing him a kiss as she stepped out into the hallway. “Ta-ta for now.”

As she closed the door behind her, Atticus, still frowning, sat down onto the bed. Bouncing a few times, he kicked off his shoes, sending them flying across the room.

“Fuck you too marshmallow,” he grumbled, reaching over and grabbing her bag. “I’ll show you. Let’s see how fucking secretive your white ass is after I look through all of your shit…”

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

An hour passed without incident. To Atticus’s disappointment, he found nothing worthwhile in Rarity’s bag, not even a hint of a clue as to what she was dragging him into it. So, with nothing better to do, he got up and took a quick shower. When he was finished with that he found himself lying on the floor with his feet propped up on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He tried to think up what Rarity had in store for him, but each time he did his mind would wander off into random trains of thought.

Sighing, he placed his hands behind his head. “Man, I really wish I would have brought a ball or something…”

There was a knock on the door before it creaked open.

“If you’re a burglar, don’t steal my shoes please,” Atticus called, not lifting his head up.

There was a giggle as the intruder stepped into the room and closed the door behind them. “Please, as if I’d bother to steal those filthy things,” Rarity said, making her way toward him.

Atticus yawned. “Oh, there you are. I was starting to think that I’d be here by myself all night.”

“I’m terribly sorry about the wait, darling. My transformation took a bit longer than I had anticipated.”

Atticus’s brow furrowed. “Transformation?” he said, picking his head up to look at her.

To his surprise, he saw that Rarity had indeed underwent a transformation. Her mane had been cut and curled. Her fur seemed to have undergone similar treatment, along with being brushed so thoroughly that it seemed to gleam. The unicorn also seemed to have applied quite a bit of makeup as well. Far too much in his opinion.

Rarity smiled nervously. “Well? What do you think, dear? Do I look presentable?”

Not taking his eyes off her, Atticus rolled onto his belly and pushed himself into a sitting position. “Your hair looks great,” he said. “What’s the occasion?”

Rubbing a foreleg, the mare looked away from him. “Well, since the two of us have reservations at one of the finest restaurants in Canterlot, I thought it would be best to ready myself.”

The tip of her horn glowed, and with a pop, two items teleported onto the bed. One of them was a lovely golden dress. The other was a black tuxedo with a bright red bowtie.

Atticus looked at both articles of clothing, clearly puzzled. “We’re going to dinner?”

“Yes,” Rarity said with a nod. “Which is why I took the liberty of making these for the two of us. I’ll admit that it isn’t my best work, but at least we’ll be somewhat presentable.”

Rising to his feet, Atticus pawed at the tuxedo. Like everything that Rarity made, it looked sharp. It also looked like it’d fit him perfectly.

Rubbing the jacket’s fabric between his thumb and pointer finger, he let out a hum. “So when is this dinner then?”

“Within the hour,” Rarity replied. “That’ll give me plenty of time to get you ready.”

Atticus nodded, turning around to look at her. Rarity was staring up at him with an odd glint in her eyes. She also didn’t seem to be able to hold still, fidgeting from side to side. If he didn’t know any better, he would have said that she was nervous.

“Well, I already took a shower, so that’s done,” he said, putting his hands on his hips. “So what’s to eat at this place? Could I get a decent steak?”

Rarity perked up. “So you do want to accompany me, then?” she asked hopefully.

“I’d honestly rather go to dinner with you than just sit here bored out of my mind,” the human replied with a shrug.

Several emotions flashed across Rarity’s face. She wiggled, obviously containing herself. Despite her best efforts, however, her tail wagged like a happy puppy’s as a great big smile came to her face

“Excellent! Let’s get you ready then so we can leave early!” she said with a little bounce.

She was about to take a step toward him when Atticus raised a hand. “Hang on,” he said. “Let me do something first.”

Not giving Rarity time to answer, he made his way into the bathroom. Looking around, he found a small rag hanging on a towel rack that appeared to be made out of solid silver. Shaking his head at the extravagance, he ran wetted the rag and made his way back out into the room, where a confused Rarity was waiting for him.

“And what in Equestria are you going to do with that?” she asked as he knelt down in front of her.

Carefully grabbing the back of her head, Atticus brought the rag to her face. Rarity, her eyes widening, tried to take a step away from him, but he held onto her firmly.

“Atticus, what are you—”

“You don’t need any of this shit on,” Atticus said as he wiped the blush from her cheeks. “It makes you look like some goddamn streetwalker.”

Rarity said nothing, just staring at him as he cleaned all of the makeup on her face as best as he could. By the time he was finished the rag in his hands was ruined, and there were a few black, red, and pink streaks on the unicorn’s face that would need to get washed off, but at least now she looked far better.

“There,” he said, trying to use his thumb to get some eyeliner off of her temple. “Now all I gotta do is find a new rag and clean the last bit of this shit off. Then you’ll look perfect.”

With a grunt, he rose to his feet and made his way to the bathroom.

“Atticus?” Rarity said, finding her voice just as he was about to reach the bathroom door. “Do you really think I don’t need makeup?”

“Of course not. You’re a hell of a lot prettier without it,” Atticus said thoughtlessly, bunching up the rag in his hands and tossing it toward the shower. “Now where the hell did they put those other rags…?”

As busy as he was trying to find another rag, Atticus didn’t notice that there was a very noticeable blush on Rarity’s face. He also didn’t notice that she had a hoof over her heart, and he most certainly didn’t notice her small, very pleased smile as she watched him.

~_~_~_~_~_~_~

The dinner was nice, if a bit stiff. Atticus had pulled a chair out for Rarity, he had even placed a napkin onto his lap. The unicorn had tried to keep him from putting his elbows on the table, and he had honestly given it a good ol’ college try, but there was only so much fancy the young man could do in an afternoon.

Nearly everything on the menu had been in a completely different language. Rarity had insisted that it was just cursive, but he knew a different language when he saw one. So, not wanting to look like a moron, he had just gotten Rarity to order everything. She did so, getting him an admittedly great steak with a baked potato on the side, along with some fancy other mini dishes that he stayed away from like the plague.

As the two ate they talked. Atticus only paid half-attention to their discussions, however, readying himself.

He knew that if something were going to happen it’d happen here. The second that he relaxed Rarity would have his pants behind his ankles, or would use some kind of magic to make a sleeve around his cock that would perfectly replicate her marehood. He wouldn’t have even been surprised if the mare had somehow figured out to stop time for a few minutes so that two could fuck each other’s brains out while the fancy ponies around them watched, statue still. As the night went on however, none of that happened. No teasing, no touching, no hooves or tails dragging across his leg.

For nearly two hours Rarity was just staring at him with a smile. She wasn’t quite leaning across the table, but even half paying attention as he was he could tell that she was listening to him with the utmost attention. If he told a joke she’d giggle, if he said something perhaps a little personal she’d reach over the table to grab his hand. When their waiter came out with a bottle of fancy wine Atticus was beginning to think that maybe everything wasn’t as it seemed.

In the end, the two stayed at the restaurant well into the night. They might have stayed until the sun had come up, if not for the fact that the restaurant staff had gently, yet firmly, kicked them out so that they could close. And so, they stumbled out into Luna’s night, both a little tipsy and red faced from the wine, clinging to each other.

“—And you know how Applejack is, dear. If that mare doesn’t get her way she’s huffy, even though she’ll insist that she isn’t. So, when I told her that her dress needed frills to properly accent the green cloth around her waistline she—”

Taking a deep breath of the night air, Atticus looked up into the sky. Luna’s stars were out in full force tonight, gleaming like diamonds in the darkness. Though the moon wasn’t out, they were more than bright enough to light the way for the two.

A giggle turned his attention down toward the mare hanging off his arm. Rarity’s face was flush from the wine. Her immaculate mane bounced with each step, as did her dress, which seemed to glow in the darkness. She was pressing as much of herself as she could against him, a smile on her face as she let out a very unladylike giggle-snort.

“And then, after I managed to get all of the stitching just right, Applejack somehow managed to tear the bottom half of her dress!” she said, throwing up a hoof. “I don’t even know how she did. She simply took two steps and I heard a rip! Oh, by Celestia’s sun was I upset!”

The unicorn wobbled, nearly losing her footing. Atticus had to place a hand against her side to steady her. Rarity hummed at the contact, trying to push more of herself against him.

“I love that mare as if she were my own sister, but I swear she does things just to infuriate me. Just like Rainbow Dash. Ohhhhhh, Rainbow Dash! If there’s anypony on this earth that’s worse than Applejack it’s her! Why just the other day—”

Rarity stumbled forward, forcing Atticus to bend down and snatch the unicorn up so that she didn’t fall flat on her face. “Easy there,” he said, giving her back a pat as she let out another giggle. “Why don’t we find somewhere to sit for a little bit? That way you won’t bust your face trying to walk back to the castle.”

“That is an absolutely wonderful idea, my dear,” Rarity proclaimed, wrapping her hooves around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek. “We can spend a bit of time stargazing while we wait for the wine to get out of your system. It wouldn’t do for me to bring a drunk colt back to my bedchambers now, would it~?”

Atticus rolled his eyes, looking around for a bench or a curb that they could sit on. Luckily for him he noticed a black bench not a few feet away. It was a tiny little thing, as were most things in Canterlot, but it’d do.

Walking over to it, he carefully sat Rarity down before taking a seat himself. Before his ass at even hit the bench, Rarity climbed right into his lap. Pressing her back against his chest, the tip of her horn glowed. With a spell, she grabbed both of his hands and wrapped them around her as she wiggled around to make herself comfortable.

“There,” she said, her mane tickling his nose. “Now you won’t catch a cold.”

While Atticus could have pointed out that it wasn’t very cold out tonight at all, he said nothing. He just looked back up at the stars, his grip around the unicorn tightening.

“The stars are really pretty tonight, huh?” he asked.

Pressing her weight against him, Rarity looked up at the sky as well. “Luna did do a marvelous job,” she said.

The two sat in silence for several minutes, just staring up at the stars. Rarity nuzzled her head under Atticus’s chin. Atticus grabbed one of her hooves and began tracing circles on her frog.

“You know, we didn’t do any of the weird shit that you wanted to do tonight,” he said, breaking the silence.

“No, we did not,” Rarity replied. “It had completely escaped my mind, actually. Just as well; I would have been furious with myself if I had ruined our outfits.”

“We could go back to the castle and fuck on Princess Celestia’s throne if you want,” Atticus said.

Rarity giggled. “Maybe on another day, dear,” she said, leaning up to kiss his chin. “Right now I’d much prefer to sit here with you. If you don’t mind that is.”

“We could spend a little while looking at constellations,” Atticus said. “Twi taught me a couple of them forever ago, so I probably could point out a few.”

Rarity said nothing, a smile coming to her flushed, happy face as she grabbed one of Atticus’s arms and hugged it against her chest. Atticus gave her cloth-covered tuft a scratch, which the unicorn seemed to very much enjoy.

“You know… I think our therapy shit really worked out,” he said, leaning back against the bench. “I really don’t hate you all that much anymore.”

“I’m very happy to hear that,” Rarity replied, looking up at him. “I can also honestly say that I don’t hold you with the same contempt as I did before. In fact, I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve grown quite fond of you, my dear.”

Atticus looked down at the mare. Her blue eyes shone brighter than any star in the sky, and the smile she was giving him filled his heart with something that he had never experienced before.

Before he knew what was happening, he had his free hand under the unicorn’s chin and was putting her into a kiss. Pleasant tingled exploded throughout his body as their lips connected. The could feel the softness of her lips, feel their heat, taste the wine she had drank just a few minutes prior, and it made his heart skip a beat.

A giggle escaped Rarity as she deepened the kiss. Her eyes slipped closed, and her face grew even more flush, but any that would have looked upon her would have seen the happiest unicorn that had ever lived.

Neither of them knew how long they held their kiss, but by the time they broke it both were holding onto each other desperately, their foreheads touching.

Rarity was the first to find her voice. “Despite our initial success, we shouldn’t start slacking with our therapy, darling,” she said, rubbing the small of his back. “For all we know, a single missed session could bring us back to square one.”

Atticus nodded at his mare’s unquestionable logic. “Then I’ll guess we’ll have to keep doing it for as long as it takes,” he said, kissing her again. “Even if we have to do it forever.”

Rarity nuzzled him, closing her eyes. “I could not have said it better myself, my dear.”