A Lunch Between Friends


                                            >A milkshake was about the only thing you could stomach at the local Jack in the Box.

                                            >Literally.

                                            >Ever since you somehow found yourself in Equestria, easily the hardest thing you’ve had to adjust is your diet.

                                            >The whole country is mostly populated by tiny sentient pastel horses, so of course it’d be pretty hard to find a place that sells burgers. You tried talking to the closest thing to a rancher in Ponyville about breeding livestock for slaughter once, but she fainted the second you went to explain what the word meant.

                                            >Took a couple of months to get back in everyone’s good graces after that.

                                            >So there you sat, across from the local seamstress named “Rarity”, while she ate a small salad.

                                            >You did try ordering one for yourself a couple months ago, but you soon came to find out that they use grass instead of lettuce.

                                            >And frankly, you didn’t really trust any of the dentists around to fix silica damage to your teeth.

                                            >You went back to sipping your shake as you focused back on whatever it was Rarity was chattering about.

                                            >She had tailored a few things for your wardrobe since you first arrived. Not completely out of charity, mind, she was getting a good bit of publicity out of helping the weird hairless ape creature.

                                            >But every time you stopped by her boutique she was incredibly excited to see you, and positively beamed as she detailed her progress reports.

                                            >She had even started showing up at the shack the apple orchard farmer and her family had built for you, claiming that she had some new pattern ideas she wanted to run by you or that she needed to take another measurement.

                                            >Soon after she burned through the excuse, however, she put on a kettle of tea, and parked herself in one of your chairs to chat about your day.

                                            >Today however you had asked about her life, and good lord did she have some stories.

                                            >Impossibly impressive stories.

                                            >Stories about purifying the goddess of the moon, turning the living embodiment of chaos to stone, and one somewhat humorous tale about becoming the queen of a group of dogs who dug for treasure.

                                            >It made you feel a bit inadequate, if you were being honest.

                                            >You never really amounted to much back in your home realm. Day in and day out you spent nine hours of your day at a dead-end job that you hated, and then you couldn’t muster the wherewithal to pursue your passions or your hobbies when you got home.

                                            >So instead you crashed into bed the second you got your shoes off, and you would then proceed to spend the rest of your night scrolling half-interestedly through an imageboard online until eventually you passed out.

                                            >All to wake up to a small alarm screaming at you to report back to the company store.

                                            >Even when you got here, you spent most of your time doing menial work.

                                            >The local town librarian/lord over the very concept of interpersonal social relationships would work with you to draft up blueprints for various devices that would help the Earth ponies around town do their jobs easier, and then you’d go off to actually assemble the things.

                                            >You did manage to pick up a couple of hobbies that you’ve been dying to delve deeper into, but none of it compares to what Rarity’s done.

                                            >Why did a knight for the very concept of harmony itself take such an interest in a nobody like you?


                                            >”Anon? Anon darling?” you heard the pony inquire, with a hint of worry in her voice.

                                            >You shook your head a couple of times and looked back down at the tiny horse. You hadn’t realized you’d been staring off into space while lost in thought.

                                            >She flashed you a sweet smile before she jokingly booped your forehead twice.

                                            >”Are you still with me?”

                                            “Sorry, sorry. I got a little distracted there thinking of home. So, you were talking about this Spike guy after he tried to kidnap you, right?”

                                            >She nodded, but you could tell she was no longer interested in her retelling.

                                            >”I think we can shelve that for now. Tell me darling, what’s swimming around that head of yours?”

                                            >You meet her gaze for a good few moments, almost lost in her gorgeous blue eyes.

                                            >She blinked twice as she looked into yours in turn, and then lowered hers halfway, almost teasingly.

                                            >Enticingly, really.

                                            >You took another sip of your shake to hide your attempt to swallow the rock in your throat, and tried to explain yourself.

                                            “I’ve just never really met someone like you. A real hero, you know? All my friends and family are just… average people, just like me. I feel lucky to know you.”

                                            >”Well of course darling! Everyone who knows the name ‘Rarity’ is fortunate indeed!” the mare joked. “But I must protest to you calling yourself ‘average’. You’re everything but! Ever since you’ve arrived here you’ve tried to be the best version of yourself. You’ve helped us in more ways than you realize, you’ve always tried to right your wrongs, and you’ve been a true friend to all who need it.”

                                            >She placed a hoof atop your hand, and a faint blush tugged at her cheeks, but it quickly vanished.

                                            >”You are one of the kindest, most generous souls I’ve known Anon. And your passion to continue down that path shines brighter than you realize.”

                                            >You chuckle as your mouth curls into a wide smile and you turn your hand over and squeeze her hoof.

                                            “Thank you Rarity. I’m glad I can call you a friend.”

                                            >She leaned over and planted a single kiss on your cheek, before pulling her hoof away from your hand.

                                            >But then suddenly, you felt something pressing against the inside of your leg.

                                            >”Although I do have to admit,” Rarity started, running one of her hindlegs up your calf. “There are things about you outside of your personality I’ve wanted to explore deeper~”

                                            >She tilted her head to look behind her and then quickly glanced around the store. It was a Thursday, so the shop was pretty empty, and the two of you sat in a corner booth, away from most prying eyes.

                                            >No one was paying any attention to what was going on.

                                            >Finally, her hoof brushed against the crotch of your pants, and you quickly covered it with your hands.

                                            “S-s-so!” you stuttered, desperate to avoid talking about what just happened altogether. “About that Spike guy!”

                                            >”Oh yes! Well, let me tell you, he was simply a nasty beast in that big imposing form!” she started. “There I was, clutched tightly in his fist as he brought me up to his eyes to stare at me directly!”

                                            >You suddenly felt a tingly sensation wrap around your hands as Rarity’s horn started glowing a pale blue.

                                            >You tried to fight her magic as your hands were pulled apart, but you couldn’t resist her, and she planted her hoof firmly back on your crotch.

                                            >A moan nearly escaped your lips before you had the chance to bite your tongue, and you did your own quick inspection of the restaurant around you.

                                            >Even still, no one was even shooting a cursory glance in your direction.

                                            >Rarity’s hoof slowly slid up your member, and you could feel it harden under the pressure.

                                            >Your mind briefly drifted to questioning how soft the fur on her would feel as it brushed against your exposed cock, but you tried to shoo those away.

                                            “Rarity!” you desperately hissed. “We’re in public! What if no one sees?”

                                            >She smiled in return, and pushed your cock flat against your crotch.

                                            >”I suppose you’ll have to keep quiet so that doesn’t happen, won’t you~?” she teased.

                                            >Another moan bubbled up your throat, but you managed to stifle it once again.

                                            >You tried again to struggle against the magic holding your hands in place, but they were locked solidly on the seat below you, almost as if you had glued them down.

                                            >Your heart started racing, both in fear and in excitement, as you worried about getting banned from the restaurant, or arrested, or both.

                                            >The pony started rubbing your cock faster, and your hands naturally curled into a grip as your arousal grew.

                                            >Your teeth dug into your lower lip as you tried not to gasp or cry out all while your orgasm neared closer and closer.

                                            >”That’s it darling,” Rarity cooed. “Cum for mama~”

                                            >She pressed down harder still. Not enough to be painful, but just enough to send a tingle down your spine.

                                            >Again, you looked around the room. It felt like all eyes were on you, but you couldn’t see a single pony taking any interest in what was going on. Not even the staff behind the register.

                                            >That didn’t do much to quell your pounding heart, however.

                                            “Rarity, please,” you begged in a whisper. “I’m close… I don’t know if I can keep [ah] quiet…”

                                            >The white mare half-lidded her eyes again, and used her other hindleg to gingerly fondle your balls through your pants.

                                            >You gritted your teeth as your orgasm rocked your body, but you couldn’t stop a small grunt from getting through.

                                            >A couple stallions half-heartedly glanced around to see if they could figure out what made the noise, but they quickly lost interest and went back to their meals.

                                            >You glanced down at your crotch, and saw a huge wet spot staining your pants that nearly reached the middle of your thighs.

                                            >Rarity smiled once again, as she floated a few napkins to your groin and started patting you dry. She then got out of the booth, and turned to the door.

                                            >”I’ll be in my boutique later tonight, if you want to stop by. Thank you for the good time~” she cooed, and started off towards the exit.

                                            >For a brief moment, however, you saw her nethers peeking out from her fur, and they were positively glazed over with her arousal.

                                            >You stayed in the booth for a little while longer, regaining your breath through shaky pants before you took another sip of your milkshake.

                                            >You paused for a moment, and smacked your lips a couple of times as you tried to figure out why your vanilla shake suddenly had a hint of peanut butter in it.