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Friday Night Saturday Morning

By Uh-hmmm
Created: 19th December 2020 12:36:36 AM

  1. > Your job at the boutique doesn't pay by the hour
  2. > Business rises and falls often enough that a salary is necessary to keep food consistently on the table
  3. > Fridays are a little odd
  4. > The day time is filled with mending and fitting and last minute purchases
  5. > After about 6 PM it goes dead
  6. > Rarity busies herself with the commission for next week, idly swapping around bolts of cloth
  7. > By seven you have already swept the floor, organized the bobbins, and generally done everything you possibly could
  8. > You stand in the middle of the sales floor, trying to remember any other little tasks you could do
  9. > Rarity looks up from her work
  10. > " Er, Anon, what are you still doing here? It's Friday night, shouldn't you be getting ready to go out with your friends?"
  11. > You give her a rueful smile
  12. "That sounds like a fine way to pass the time, but I lack the prerequisites. Until then, hanging out in here is enough for me."
  13. > You decide to just lie down on the floor, and stifle a moan as your back straightens out
  14. > You hear the rustle of cloth and some muffled hoofsteps
  15. > "Are you comfortable like that?"
  16. > You him in affirmative, your eyes closed in contentment
  17. "Very."
  18. > After a series of scuffs and shuffles, you hear her let out a feminine sigh
  19. > You turn your head to see the fashion horse prone on her back, hooves stretched above her head
  20. > "Anonymous, darling, you never told me this was so decadent!"
  21. "Glad you like it."
  22. > You yawn and settle your back for fully onto the floor
  23. > This is nice
  24. > Your eyelids start to droop
  25. > "Anonymous, I find myself quite unwilling to move. Be a dear and hang up the closed sign, would you?"
  26. > With a grunt you get to your feet and stagger to do her bidding
  27. > After you lock the door, you lie down next to her again
  28. > That little bout of physical activity finished what had been started
  29. > Your eyes close as your breathing deepens
  30.  
  31. > The morning sun percolates through the drapes, lightly warming your face
  32. > You open your eyes groggily, idly sensing something odd
  33. > Memories return as you recognize the ceiling of your workplace
  34. > The next thing to register is a warm, supple weight on your chest
  35. > You look down upon the sleeping face of Rarity, cushioned on your pectoral
  36. > Too cute
  37. > You raise a hand slowly, and lightly stroke her mane
  38. > So silky
  39. > She stirs, and you let your hand drop back to your side
  40. > You could watch those sleep-addled eyes forever
  41. > All at once she springs up off of you and takes a few steps away
  42. > She clears her throat awkwardly, a blush upon her cheeks, and for some reason she's having a hard time meeting your gaze
  43. > "Good, ah, morning, yes. Good morning Anonymous. I trust that you slept well?"
  44. > Her pupils shrink as she realizes what she said
  45. "Very well indeed, thank you."
  46. > Rarity dashes off into her bedroom, her face getting redder by the second
  47. > You rise slowly, stretching and smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothes
  48. > You amble on over to the kitchen and set about making pancakes
  49. > Some time later, Rarity emerges and pokes her head into the kitchen
  50. > "Pancakes, Anonymous? How delightfully domestic, I had no idea you could cook."
  51. > You shrug
  52. "Given that my digestive system is a bit different than most ponies, I sorta have to."
  53. > You pull out the platter of pancakes from the oven and set it on the table
  54. > It is soon joined by butter and syrup and table settings
  55. > Rarity is still having a hard time making eye contact, and breakfast passes in an awkward silence
  56. > She ends up floating the dishes to the sink
  57. > "It's the least I could do, darling."
  58. > She keeps glancing at you, to which you can only raise an inquisitive eyebrow
  59. > The last dish done, she finally faces you head on
  60. > "So who is helping you, Anonymous?"
  61. > A little puzzled at her question, you reply,
  62. "You are?"
  63. > Rarity shakes her head
  64. > "You are far too charming for me to believe you haven't been coached upon winning my affections."
  65. > You sit down heavily
  66. "You think I'm charming?"
  67. > You feel your face heat up
  68. > Her eyes widen, and a blush rises to her cheeks as well
  69. > Just then the doorbell rings
  70. > After an awkward pause, both of you get up to answer the door
  71. > A flustered glance later, you stay back and let her see who it is
  72. > Fluttershy, apparently
  73. > You hear her mumble something about a spa, and Rarity gives you an apologetic look
  74. > "Mind the store while we're gone, won't you?"
  75. > You sketch a bow
  76. "As you wish, Rarity."
  77. > She smiles a little at that, and leaves with her friend
  78. > As silence settles in the store, you know one thing
  79. > Next Friday evening will be a bit more interesting
Anon Rarity

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