I suppose I shall start off with this little, er...story by introducing myself. Yes, yes that seems about right. How else would you know who I am if I don't? I don't happen to be doing anything else anyway, besides spinning around in a rolling chair and struggling to decide what I will sew today. So alright, here goes:
My name is Rarity. I reside in a dainty, little boutique located in the small town known as Ponyville. I spend the majority of my hours slaving away in an attempt to create dazzling new dresses. It's one of my favorite things to do, actually. I have quite the obsession with sewing and keeping up with Equestria's newest trends. You'll never catch me out and about in anything more than a few days old. Can't have Ponyville thinking I'm out of fashion, could I?
If I'm not working on my next big project, I love spending time with my best friends. We're pretty well-known around Equestria considering how many times we've saved the world. One of the first that I will bring up is Princess Twilight Sparkle. Yes, dear, princess. Having wings and a horn doesn't turn her into some snobbish ruler, quite the contrary. She's actually humbler than before, albeit a little jealous of the other princesses. I can't say I'd have the same attitude, unfortunately. Being a princess, a rarity, if you will, would most certainly go to my head, I believe. Good thing I'd have such amazing friends to keep me in check if I suddenly dived off the deep end and demanded the entire town be remade in crystals and gold.
I believe Fluttershy, another good friend of mine, would be the absolute last pony suited for the royal life. I feel like, if she was royalty, she'd be some sort of elusive forest nymph, which would enable her to care for any animal she pleased. Her obsession with animals' well-being is admirable in my opinion. Very compassionate. She's also very quiet, I can hardly hear what she's saying half the time, but I still love all her the same. I'd rather she were the adorable, soft-spoken Pegasus that she often is than being any other personality she'd adopted at the time. Like when she was, somehow, three different ponies at once when I left her to run my boutique. I'm not at all sure how she changed outfits so swiftly in the time it took her to turn a corner, or how we never saw her when did. The worst experience, to me, was when she insulted me and Pinkie Pie. But I'd rather not delve into that story, as it still upsets me if I think of it too much.
Since I've mentioned Pinkie Pie, that is who I shall introduce next. She is an annoying little thing, in a rather cute way, I will say. Very energetic, and also extremely talkative. As much as I love her, I try to avoid being alone with her too much. She'd talk my ear off in the span of a few seconds, it has happened before! Always smells of sugar, too, but I guess that's to be expected when she works in a bakery for a living. Pinkie is very…passionate…about her baking. She absolutely despises anything not properly baked, and while I, myself, don't blow my fuse about it, I can understand being so up in arms about something when you're so good at it. It's one of the rare times I've seen her get angry, actually. I thought earth ponies were supposed to be much more "chill" than that.
Moving on, Applejack is another friend, also an earth pony. Very hardworking, I've never seen anypony work themselves as hard as she has. She'll miss spending time with us if it means she won't get the day's work done at her family's farm, Sweet Apple Acres. Sometimes we have to basically force her to leave. Her family will tell her to take a break and that they can handle, but she still tries to refuse. You basically have to hold her at gun point to get her out of those fields and do something fun every once in a while. I told her that she works too much one day, and she didn't speak to me for the next few days. I heard her mumbling about how I work just as much and that this is how her family makes a living. I was slightly joking when I said that, but I guess I had her caught her at a bad time. I can also see the irony in telling her that, ha-ha.
Last but not least, my best friend Rainbow Dash. Such an interesting little thing. Also, very quick, in fact she's the only pony in Equestria that has performed a Sonic Rainboom. She has a quite muscular build for somepony who I've only ever seen lazing around in her spare time. Her wings are, for lack of a better word, ripped, as Pinkie Pie would say it. I can see why, the mare never walks anywhere, all she ever does is fly around. The most I've seen her use her hooves is having to pick something up, or if her wings are broken. Basically, only if she's forced to. I cannot imagine depending on my horn so mu-, okay maybe I can. But no so much so that I feel helpless without it.
Alright, now that that's out of the way, on to other matters! I'm not really sure what else to tell you about besides how my day has gone so far. It's quite a boring tale, actually, as I've just been sitting in my room with art block all the morning, spontaneously crying out in frustration before remembering that I had somepony occupying my bed in the next room. Wouldn't want to wake them.
I wanted to go and do something else, but this was important. I was making my friend a "hoodie" as she called it. I wasn't entirely sure how she wanted it, as the only details she gave were "surprise me". Annoying. You don't go to a restaurant and tell the waitress "surprise me", do you? Well, maybe sometimes, but that's not the point. The point is I that I need as many details as possible to know how you'd like your article of clothing in order to do my job. I was prepared to let out a loud and rather dramatic groan when my door opened just a crack.
Words came tumbling out of my mouth before I had a chance to think. I think I was just so happy to have a distraction, and also to see her." Darling, you're awake!"
The mare gazed at me, a tender look in her eyes, which I often compared to tulips. My little tulip. I loved to call her that sometimes, as cheesy as it was. They were fond of the nickname, although I found out she was embarrassed when I said it in public. Fear of me being overheard, I presume. She never told me why it upset her, and I never asked about it.
"Yeah, I had a great nap." The grogginess in her voice was definite. I wondered if she was just getting up to stretch her limbs before heading back to sleep again. Maybe this time I would her. "What are you up to in here?"
Head rolled over the back of the chair, my legs swung back and forward." Failing." Her giggle soothed my ears, and it felt like my frustrations were melting away. "Why not sit with me, darling?"
A clunk of hooves and grunt later, the mare had sat down, my lap being the seat. She smelled a bit sweaty, perhaps from all the work she had done earlier at her job. It was hard work for pegasi, but some pony had to do it, and I often threw playful teases at her about how I appreciated her taking care of Ponyville's weather.
My arms found their way around her waist, and discretely took in another whiff of her scent. I liked when she came over after work, it meant we'd be able to shower together later. That was all my favorite part of her visits, as afterwards she'd usually flop down in my bed and eventually get too lazy to go home until the next morning. I hated when she left. It left whispers of sadness and cold flowing through my ears to remind me how much I depended on her company to be truly happy.
"You haven't started on this thing yet?" Her voice interrupted my thoughts. I glanced at her, noticing a wide grin on her face, as if mocking my lack of motivation. "You haven't lost your muse, have ya?
I scoffed. I wasn't sure why; I clearly had. "Of course not! I would just like to make this this "hoodie" very special for you, dear." I noted the doubtful look in her eyes." It's true!" I could tell she still didn't believe me.
"Add some crazy colors, I want something to match my mane." She ran her wing through the messy thing. Her hair was always a disaster, but even more so after she had taken a nap. I thought it was cute. Perhaps she would let me wash it today. Unlikely, as she preferred to wash her own hair. I usually use a "girly" shampoo, as she called it, and she also didn't like that I washed and rinsed twice, plus added in conditioner. "You're doing too much," she would say, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. "It's just gonna get dirty again anyway."
The shifting of her in my lap brought me back to the present. " Anything else you need to know, babes?"
Babes. I loved the nickname. " I think what you've given me is enough, tulip, I'll try to do my best to surprise you." I winked.
A giggle rumbled in her throat, and I felt the corners of my mouth turn up. She slid down lower in my lap, turning so that her body was draped across both arms of my chair, and her head lay on my shoulder. A yawn escaped her lips and before I knew it, she was fast asleep.
Right in my lap. In my way. Bothersome, but I loved her too much to be too upset by it. I always liked when fell asleep close to me. Gave me the opportunity to notice all the little things she did in her sleep. Sometimes she would give a little snort. Other times her wings would twitch, and I would wonder if she was dreaming of flying. On rare occasions, she would moan. It would be soft and short, but definitely audible if I was paying attention. I mentioned it to her one day, and she told me what those dreams were about. I thought it was funny that she would have such inappropriate dreams about me.
"You're not weirded about it, are you?", she stammered. "I know you're kind of a prude."
My eyes were fixated on her face, which had become pink with embarrassment. I don't think I ever answered the question. I was too busy thinking of what she dreamed about during all those other times I'd heard her moan in her sleep. Was it different, or were they pretty much the same every time? Either way, the thought of it caused a wetness between my hind legs. I consider myself a unicorn that gets what she wants. So, I got what I wanted: her. At that exact moment, right in my bed that evening.
I thought it was quite the experience. She went to bed soon afterwards; I imagine because she was utterly exhausted from the night's activities. The next morning, I woke up to her on top of me. I learned that day that she was a tease and liked to prolong my release until I couldn't physically handle it anymore. It was frustrating. I learned another thing that day: I don't always get what I want.