Pasta and Pen part 2 (10/9 update)

>Hmmm, the recipe DOES call for just a one third of a cup of chocolate syrup.
>But...
>Those shakes that Rainbow has you on, aren't very palatable.
>Hmmmm.
>Well it couldn't hurt to maybe make the recipe easier to swallow.
Three bottles please.
>You place six bits onto the table and put the bottles into your saddle bags.
>"Thank for you business Rarity."
And a thank you too Ms. Drops
>"My name is Bon Bon"
Hmmm~.
>Now for milk.
>After this stop, you'll be able to return home and finish up your last order of the week,
>Which should free the rest of your week up.
>You don't normally work on weekends, and you certainly don't open the shop on weekends, and of course it isn't.
>But you really need to pick up your work out regiment, after all the days you missed last week.  You think your flanks are getting pudgy again.
>There are two mares in front of you and they, including the salesp0ny, are chatting the day away.  You think one's named "Cherry Berry"
>"Oh my gosh, you didn't hear?"
>"Hear what?"
>"That stallion from Appaloosa."
>"Yeah?"
>"Apparently his cart, wrecked while he was walking down the road near White Tail Wood."
>"Oh my gosh really?"
>"Yeah."
>"What was in it?"
>"I don't know, whiskey or something."
>"That's no even the worst part."
>"Whaaat?"
>"Should I tell her?"
>"Tell her Cherry."
>"Well apparently he was trying to fix his cart wheel."
>"Uh huh."
>"He heard something coming outa the trees."
>"Yeah."
>"And so he turned around"
>"Yeah."
>"And he saw a giant black thing coming of the bush and right toward him."
>"Oh wow!"
>"He said it was bigger than anything he ever saw.  Probably about as big as the Princess, or bigger."
>"What? did it look like?"
>"He said it was walking on its hind legs and it was swinging its fore hooves back and forth as it walked toward him.  Said it had to small glowing eyes and big sharp looking teeth. and some long sharp claws"
>"OOOO!  That just send chills down me."
>"Yeah, he said he never ran so fast in his life.  Ran all the way from White Tail Wood to here."
>"Oh mai gosh, is he all right?"
>"I heard the inn keeper, say he looked like a ghost when he came barging in, in the middle of the night.”
>Well you can’t say you blame them.
>You’ve probably chatted the day away while somp0ny was waiting behind you.
>Wonder if what they’re saying is true.  Oh these mares will believe anything.  Cherry probably heard it from somp0ny who heard it from somp0ny else.
>And so and an so forth.
>”Hi can I help you?”
Oh! Yes.
>You didn’t notice the two walk away.
Just a liter of milk, thank you.
>You don’t really know the milk mare enough to strike up a conversation.  This is why you simply takes your things and leave the bits on the table.
>Now to head home and get back to work.

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>Let’s see….
>UGH!  Boat cut?  What in Equestria were you thinking!?
>An off shoulder cut would suit this design better.
>You’ve worked on this ensemble for the better part of the afternoon and well into the evening
>Now…
>Pun cushion… Pin cushion…
>Where ever did you put it?
>Hmmm.
>Oh yes, right.  You gave the one you had on hoof to Fluttershy.  Well, you’ll just have to find your spare.
>You open your closet door and process to dig through the mountains of assorted clothes and materials you have stored away for later.
>Perhaps in here?
>In the very back of your closet you manage to fish out a box, where you think you hid your spare pin cushion.
>Let’s just have a-…
>Your hooves tremble slightly.
>Inside the box is a neatly folder black Derbyshire style suit, with a semi-spread collar, and a notch cut lapel, with a steel blue tie to top it all off.
>Your pin cushion is also sitting on top of it.
>You can’t help but run your hoof against.
>Wool, all the way from Trottingham.
>You had worked on this suit for several months.
>All the measuring, cutting and theorizing.  You had spent a great deal of money on this suit.
>And you never planned to sell it to any stallion.  No matter what price they offered.
>You feel a slight shiver go down your spine.
>Best put this away.
>You found what you were looking for.  Just put it away.
>…
>You don’t know what is possessing you right now, but you open the empty end table on the right of your bed, and slip the little box into it.
>Now back to the dress, and then off to bed.


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>A single bead of sweat tickles your nose before it falls into the sink.
Ahhh!
>Ice cold water after a long run!  Is there anything more divine?
>You’re glad it didn’t rain on you while you were on your little run.
>You must have jogged from here and far past Sweet Apple Acres.
>Already you can see it start to sprinkle outside from your kitchen window.
>It’s a good thing you didn’t go too far today.
>Well now, a quick cool bath before you get to work.
>You make your way up the stair with a fresh towel in tow.
>It’s going to be euphoric to just lie in the tub for a while.
>You had gained a considerable amount of weight at the begging of the year, Rainbow offered to help you, but her routine was a bit… Advanced
>She insisted on keeping track of your progress, which you had to agree to.  You didn’t want to gain any more weight and you really did need somp0ny to help you.
>You magic the tap on and walk back into the bedroom while the tub fills up.
>The rain is coming down hard outside.
>You don’t seem to remember the pegasi scheduling it to pout like this.  Who are you kidding; it’s a complete monsoon outside.
>It will probably be muddy for the rest of the week after this.  You feel a shiver go down your spine at the thought of trudging through all that muck and grime.
>More than likely will be as bad as your own house a few months ago…
>…
>No! No, no, think not of the past.  That’s all behind you, and you have wonderful friends who helped you through everything and are still helping you.
>You owe it to them to move on.
>Which means having that bath.

>You dip the tip of you hoof into the water to see if it’s warm enough.
>No at all.
>You know Rainbow told to take a cold bath after your regiment, but.  There’s simply no way in Equestria that you can stand to take a COLD bath.
>You give the water another test before easing you hoof in.
>Oh Celestia, how divine…
>The scented candles, the bath salts, the only thing that could make this better is a handsome stallion to rub you hooves.
>You give a little sigh.
>If only you could find a stallion like that...
>Now, about that dress for Twilight.
>That dinner will be formal, and Twilight still needs a dress.  Hm, perhapse something inspired by a school uniform.
>Do they have uniforms at the Magic school in Canterlot?
>Perhaps Twilight has her old uniform.

> Time goes on as you contemplate the design for Twilights dress.  The feeling of your hooves pruning is enough to tell you that it’s time to get on with your day.
>A quick dry before you do your hair and put on a touch of makeup.
>This sight of your bedroom floor still brings a smile to your face.
>You’ve made a point to keep it clean, to the point to where you’d clean up while working.  Were you being a bit obsessive?  Perhaps, but if it doesn’t get done immediately then it won’t get done at all.
>Outside so can see that the rain has stopped, with a thick layer of fog remaining.  You can barely see the houses next to your own, let alone the rest of town.
>Hm, you do hope all of this clears soon; you wouldn’t want the girls to get hurt on the way over for lunch.
>Has… Has the fog gotten thicker?  Celestia is has!  You can’t see anything!  Save for the grass around your home an-
>You barely make out a black shape in the distance
>A black pony?  Hm, you don’t remember anyp0ny matching that description.
>You start to squint and try to make out what it is in the fog.
>A minotaur?  Perhaps.  Maybe a-
>No.
>The thing in the fog is coming closer to your house.  Whatever it is It’s very tall and is walking on two legs.
>No, no, no.
>It’s white dress shirt is weighted down with water and is clinging to its form giving you full view of its long muscular arms.  Were it not for the undershirt and vest, you’d be able to see everything.
>You must be dreaming… Yes that’s right you’re asleep.
>As it comes closer you can make all of its features.  Its face looks as if it was chiseled from marble.  Its eyebrows and tuft of hair on the top of its head heighten every detail.
No…
>Your heart stops as it comes to your door.  Time seems to slow as you watch it knock on your door.
>”Heeeeol?  Ish anybody home!?”
>Celestia that voice!
>You can feel your horn vibrating.
>It takes ever bit of will power you have to stop yourself.
>”HEeelo?  I anybody home!?”
>You have to answer the door! You simply must!
>Your knees start to wobble as you descend the stars to the main floor.
>He hasn’t left yet, he just keeps knocking at the door.
>Oooh you must be dreaming, you have to be dreaming.
>You wobble up to the door and unlock it before cracking it open.
He-hello?
>”Hello?  Aaare you a ghost?”
Um.. Well…
>You sound like Fluttershy Rarity, show some dignity!
>Your heart beats faster as you open the door all the way.
Well uh… Hello- there.
>Celestia, he’s gorgeous, every bit of his face looks as if it were chiseled by Celestia herself.  His eyes shine even brighter than before, and his cheeks are full of life and color.
>His scent…
>You shiver slightly
>He smells so mascunline…  A perfect musk…
>”Eh!  Wot are you doing!?”
EEEP!
>He didn’t catch you did he?  Oh no, no, no.
>Stupid, stupid!  Leaning into him like that!
>You-
>”Ha, a talking pony.”
>Celestia he’s so close to you!
>You can feel his hot breath on your face, so close you could just…
>You’re too lost in his presence that you don’t notice him rocking back and forth, slowly gaining momentum while doing so.
>Just…
>He’s not in freefall.
>Kiss-
mmmmMMM!?
>You feel the stars explode around you as his lips meet yours, msking your horn vibrate like mad.
>At least something has exploded.
>Your eyes flutter for a few seconds before you push him off.
Sir!  I don’t th-
>”Zzzzzzz”
>You feel your head become light and air as you begin to swoon
>Oh no not this!!  It  would be so unlady li ke if you were to fai-
>....
>"zzzzz"
zzzzzz

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>Your eyes flutter open and you feel absolutely blissful.  Warm and fuzzy doens't even begin to describe the sensation.
>Oh you should get off this floor, but... But... Oh something is just too perfect for you to get up now...
>You instinctually wrinkle your nose and press your face against your toasty floor...
>Floor...
>Floor!?
>This isn't your floor!  Oh heavens this isn't your floor at all!!
>You open your eyes and you’re greeted with the sight of a white cotton shirt.  Immediately you begin to squirm to try and get away from whatever it is in front of you.
>But your efforts are useless; something is wrapped around you and isn’t coming loose.
>Could it be?
>No, no it ca-
>You look up to see exactly who is holding you.
>It’s him.
>Your prince in the fog!
>He’s holding you!
>Sweet Sun and Moon he’s holding you!!
>Like a two lovers, your bodies are brought together in a mutual embrace.  Even now the two of you are sharing the heart, from the fires that burn brightly inside you!
>*Knock* *knock* *knock*
>No…
>Nonononononono!
>Not now!!
>Your horn glows, wrapping him in your aura and prying his limbs off of you
>You shoot onto your hooves and gallop to the door.
>Oh, how you going to explain this?  What will this look like?  What will everpony think o-
>Your blood pressure goes down at this sight of several envelopes sliding through the mail shoot.
>Oh…
>You look over to the clock.  It reads 2:00.
>Well that’s perfectly all right.
>Even better, considering how early they are.
>You suppose it isn’t their fault for nearly giving you a heart attack.
>You look back down at you’re guest, who’s still soundly asleep.
>Oh, he’s absolutely soaks with icy water from the rain and… Angel hair pasta!?
>Oh no, not again this can’t be happening!
>You clench your eyes shut and use every bit of magic you have to take him by his shoulders and drag him to your living room.
>It takes ever more magic to heave him, face down onto the couch.
>You grimace slightly as your horn glows, while levitating all the bits of pasta off of him and into the trash.
>You take a few seconds to catch your breath before looking back down at him.
>Celestia, look at him, he looks so strong… So, toned, so gentle…
>You feel your cheeks flush as you breathing becomes heavier.  You don’t care that you’re leaning in on your own, his scent is just too enticing not to.
>You’ve kissed already…
>Would is hurt to maybe just have…
>Another.
>Taste.
>”RaaaAAAAAAAaarityyyy!!”
AAH!!
>You don’t think you’ll ever get used to Pinkie’s yelling.
>Pinkie proceeds to pound repeatedly on your door.
EH, um- come in!
>You immediately clap your hoof over your mouth.
>Oh, no, no,no, they can’t come in now!  Not with him here!
>”Rarity?  Where are you?”
>Curses you forgot you were having lunch with the girls today.
Be down in a second!
>”What is that!?”
>You’re not sure how loud you screamed, but it was loud enough to make everp0ny rush into the living room.
>”Wha in tarnation? “
>”What is that!?”
>This is very, very bad.
>”I’ve never seen anything like that.  It looks like some kind of ape, but, not any ape I’ve ever seen.”
>You wait for fluttershys response, but you only find her cowering behind one of your overstuffed chairs.
>”Rarity?”
WhAT!?
>Twilight recoils slightly.
I- sorry about that.
>”Uh, what it this thing?”
>Why you never!
First of all Twilight, HE is not an it, he is gentleman!
>”Oookay, so where did you find him
He came to my door so, I invited him in!
>"So what did he spend the night or something?"
>Rainbows comment causes you to blush.
>"Is he one of those exotic gigolos or something?"
I- Well I- you see-
>" Oh my gosh he tottally is! Rarity is totally into that shit!"
>You horn starts to vibrate again.
>No time to excuse yourself.
>All you do is run into the bathroom and make sure to turn the fan on before you unload into your toilet.



>You close the toilet seat before flushing.  The thought of all those… ugh, particles, getting everywhere makes you want to vomit again.
>Outside the girls are still crowded over him, seemingly oblivious to your little episode.
Pinkie!  Stop poking him this instant!
>”But he looks so pokeable!”
>All the while Twilight is taking various measurements. And jotting down notes.
Er, Twilight?
>She doesn’t look up at you.
>”Yes?”
What are you, er, doing?
>She final retracts her measuring tape and look at you.
>”Well this is obviously a new species, so I of all ponies should be the one to send the report to the Princess.”
And, what did you find?
>”Well, he not a minotaur, that’s for sure,  and based on the anatomy of his digits, I’d say he’s an ape of some kind.
>Rude.
>”He’s a little smaller than a minotaur, and he’s mostly hairless, but I’d have to do a full body examination to know.”
>Full body examination?   T-Twilight examining him?
>You can feel your cheeks begin to warm up.
>’Doctor Rarity?’
>’Have a seat Mr. Marí.  I understand you’re having some… Hip problems?’
>’Oh yes Doctor, I’ve been using them so much lately I guess I’m getting a bit… Sore.
>’Why don’t you lie down… Don’t be shy dear this is, strictly, professional~.
>’OH!  Doctor tha- AH!~  Doctor your h-hooves are so soft~!’
>You can’t help but grind your thighs together.
>”Oh!  And he’s an omnivore.”
A what?
>”An omnivore.  Well.  An omnivore eats plants and meat.”
>You gasp.
Why Twilight!  And what are you basing such a bold accusation on?
>”What the hay are you talking about?  Fluttshy’s weasels eat fish all the time!”
Rainbowdash!
>”Um.  Actually they’re martens…”
My point being, is that he is certainly not some so of, meat eating beast!
>”Gilda used to eat meat all the time.”
Are you insinuating he’s some, griffin brute!?
>”No!  I- Jus- It’s- I’m saying it’s not a big deal.”
Hmph.  Well I’m sure there must be some sort of mistake; you can clearly see that HE is a gentlcolt, and wouldn’t deign to partake in the vulgar practice of eating meat.
>”Uarrgggggggh”
>Both you and Fluttershy squeak loudly at the sound of what sounds like a dragon waking up.
>”*hack*”
>You peek from behind the chair you’re hiding behind, only to send your heart into your throat.
>He’s waking up!  Dear Celestia, he’s actually waking up!
>”heck!  Uaaghhmmmm…”
>What?
>He smacks his lips and presses his head back into the pillow with an enormous girn on his face.
>”Um-“
>TWILIGHT NO YOU’LL RUIN IT!!
>You launch yourself from your hiding place, in front of your couch.
>”Ooof!”
>Now, to give him a proper welcome.
>…
…
>Why isn’t he waking up?...
>Oh not to worry Rarity.  He must be tired, yes, yes that’s it!  He just needs a bit of coaxing.
Hello?  Sir?
>He rolls around spastically, looking wided eyed in all directions before locking eyes with you.
>Oh sweet Celestia his eyes shine like pearls!
>”*cough* Am I dead?”
>What?
Er, no.
>”Who are you? Have I joined a cult?”
>What is the matter with him?
No.  Uhm- Well, my name is Rarity.
>You extended your hoof toward him, awaiting his kiss.
>He simply responds by looking around the room, as if he’s never seen tasteful decoration before.
>”And I’m Twilight Sparkle.”
>His attention is taken away from the room and onto Twilight.
>Almost instantly his face contorts into a mixture of pain, confusion, and exhaustion.
>”Hooooo, god why…”
>”Uhm pardon?”
>”Erk.  Nothing… It’s nothing… Just…  WHER AM I!?”
>All of your friends including you jump out of your skins at the sound of his voice booming across the boutique.
>”Where oh why are am I!?  And why are you talking!?”
>Twilight’s look goes from scared, to a mix of quizzical and offended.
>”Well this is Equestria, and I guess I don’t know what you mean by “why am I talking.”
Twilight please!  He’s obviously been having a tough time, it should be obvious that he’s a foreigner.
>You look back over at him and flutter your eyes for affect.
My names, sir, is Rarity, may I ask you yours.
>Your prince swings his legs across your couch and onto the floor.
>”*erg*  It’s, ah- Anonymous…”
>His hand is now directly in front of your face.
>What does he want you to do with it?
>You guess he wants you to… Put your hoof in his perhapse?
>Your face turns red when he wraps his didgits around your hoof.
>And it turns bright crimson when he leans down and kisses it.
>You both lock eyes, as he looks up at you with those two gems he calls eyes.
>The seconds pass like centuries, but you feel you heart sink as he jerks away and blushes brightly.
>”ER!  I- Sorrry!  Old habbit!”
N- No it’s… Uh… UH!  GIRLS!! Why don’t you all introduce yourselves!!
>”Hi mister monkey man!!”
>Oh no Pinkie.
>”My name is Pinkie Pie but you can call me Pinkie!  I’d ask what your name is but I already know it!”
>”Uh, hey,”
>The girls continue to introduce themselves, all in their own unique ways.
>All this commotion gives you time to admire his beautiful form
>His close, he perfect face, his perfect smile
>”No, it’s fine, I’m just, a little hunger over.”
> Oh, he looks so dirty and tired.  Maybe he’ll want a bath later.  Maybe he’ll strip in front of you and wink as he bare form sinks, ever so slowly into the steaming, soapy, wet, water…
>”Well I could give you something for the pain.”
>Your heart begins to race as you imagine the suds and hot water run down his back, and onto his shapely buttock.
>You squee slightly.
>”It’s back where I live, at the Golden Oaks library.  I’d love to ask you some question while were there Mr. Anonymous. And you could stay the night if you want.”
>”Er, yeah sounds alright to me.”
>The feeling of his smooth wet skin against you soft, well-kept coat…
>”What about her?”
>”Uh Rarity?”
>His tongue invading your mouth as he enters you at an agonizingly slow pace.
>”Rarity, we’re going to go to the library, do you want to come with us?”
>The heat radiating from his chest as he nibbles on the scruff of your neck.
Fuwah fa fa, fuh fa, fa...
>“Um okay then...  I guess that’s a no then…”
>Your violently torn from your fantasy at the sound of the door slamming shut.
What!?  Where is everyp0ny!?
>You look frantically around the room and the lobby, hoping they just went to another room.
>No!  Oh no, non no, no!!
THIS IS WRONG!!!
>You almost tear your door off in your mad dash to find them.
>You’re not going to lose your prince this time!