A Helping Hand P10

>You are Rarity.
>And you damn near killed Anonymous.
>Or at least, that’s how you felt.
>Soon after his little dramatic display, he sort of collapsed on to you.
>…he seems to be very prone to passing out, now that you think about it.
>You sat there, listening to his pained breathing, your tears renewing themselves.
>Your own head was pounding and your throat was dry.
>Oh right…
>He had brought you a gift...
>You look down at the little shard of porcelain, and then at the purple bag off to the side.
>You float it over to you, hearing the tinkle of something broken. It makes you cringe.
>You set it down in front of you, making sure not to stir Anon.
>You nudge open the bag, and a little metal cylinder rolls out, thankfully still sealed.
>What in the world? You give it a sniff. Smells very nice. Maybe it was perfume.
>Lying amongst the bottom of the bag are the shattered remains of what seems to be a teacup. You can see the cute purple flowers lying broken amidst the wreckage.
>You look to him. His nose had bled a little, but had dried by now. His face shows an intense weariness, dark circles shadowing the area below his eyes. His ruffled brown hair…forever uncombed…lied strewn about his face.
>Sure he was somewhat of a brute. He was clumsy, messy, and wasn’t the greatest with words…
>But there was a sort of honest kindness to him that you couldn’t ignore.
>In all fairness, if he was a pony, he wouldn’t even get a second glance.
>So why this tall ape creature? Why not the multitude of suitors and stallions just BEGGING for your attention?
>You sigh, with a smile. You had no idea.
>You should probably get that big lug into bed.
>You eye your little emergency bed that you use when you simply MUST overnight an idea in the corner.
>With a strain, you manage to lift Anon up off the ground slightly.
>Humans were incredibly heavy…how did you not notice this?
>You heft him on to your back, your magic reserves rather spent from your…outburst.
>And by Celestia this was a bad idea.
>Using your last reserves of magic you barely levitate him above you and scoot your way to the bed, resting him gently on top. It seems his nosebleed has started back up.
>You grab a handkerchief from your desk and blot his nose.
>Your mouth is now right in front of his and you want to kiss those lips so bad.
>FOCUS RARITY YOU HAVE A MOUTHFUL OF BLOODY HANDKERCHIEF
>Right, sorry.
>You toss the handkerchief to the side with disgust. His blood was such an attractive color…
>WINE
>Compose yourself girl. This is not the time.
>You had only seen yours a few times, but you knew it matched your eye color. His eyes were not red.
>Such an odd animal.
>You sit there beside him for a while, until you hear the door being pushed open.
>Surprised, you turn and see your little sister walking in, looking as if she’d seen a ghost.
>”I heard you two fighting in here…” She looks to Anon and then back at you, immediately erupting into tears that only Sweetie Belle could produce.
>”Rarity what did you do?”
>You opened your mouth, but no words would explain your actions. Instead you hang your head, not looking at her.
>”…he’s…is he bleeding? Rarity did you hurt Mister Anon?” Her voice is pleading. She wants to be wrong.
>Sure enough, there’s a little blood coming out of his nose again.
>Sweetie Belle struts right up to you and plants a hoof across your face.
>You look to her, shocked beyond all reason.
>Sweetie Belle stands in front of you, tears still streaming down her little face, but her face is contorted into an anger you’d never seen before.
”Sweetie…I…”
>You can barely manage the words before she stops you.
>”I’m tired of you doing this to yourself! You always bring these nice stallions over and it seems like you’re happy and…” She sniffles, trying to keep her composure. “…but…they never stay and you always yell at them and…then you just lock yourself in your room and…”
>”Darnit…Rarity…why can’t you just let yourself be happy?”
>The words pierce you like knife. You slump to the ground and cover your face.
>Your little sister was right. She was just a filly…and she was right.
>You feel your body shake as the realization hits you.
>”You had better apologize to Mister Anon.”
>Sweetie Belle scoffs at you, and you hear her clop out of the room, slamming the door.
>The noise stirs Anon, and you see his eyes open slowly.
>You are now Anon.
>You manage to open your eyes.
>You feel like you’ve been out for hours, your mind pounding with a terrible headache.
>You are in Rarity’s inspiration room, on her little mattress. You see her sort of slumped over to the side of you.
>You go to try and get up, but your body refuses, an aching pain wracking your muscles, like you actually tried to lift.
>You don’t.
>Rarity notices your movement and sort of semi-jumps off the floor in surprise.
“Hey…” You manage, your throat dry, your lips cracked.
>”Anonymous…I…I’m so sorry…I…” She stammers, her dignified voice now clearly full of sorrow.
“Rarity…hey…stop.” You lift a hand and put it on her head, mussing her mane a bit.
>This seems to calm her down a little.
>You look her in the eyes, and you can tell she’s been crying for quite a long time. Her once pristine mane is frazzled at the tip and her eyes are as tired as you’ve ever seen them.
“Can you get me some water?”
>She nods, slowly trotting off.
>You try to get a check on your body. Nothing’s broken, you think. Your head hurts a ton, but that’s normal.
>You can feel a weird sensation in your nose. Shit, I’m bleeding.
>You wipe it on your sleeve, and notice a little rag stained red off to the sidel
>…how much did I bleed? Jeez.
>She returns with a little cup of water that she shakily levitates in front of you, the azure aura surrounding her horn flickering chaotically.
>You take it with a smile, rising slightly and resting on your elbow.
>You sip at the cold water, it slides down your ragged throat and into your empty stomach with a chill.
“Rarity…I’ve been in this world for a little over three weeks.” You begin, “and I’ve been pretty lost about one hundred percent of the time. You took me in, when everyone else was too scared to even approach me. I can’t express how thankful I am. “
>For emphasis you take up one of her hooves, and kiss it.
“I’ve struggled, since then, to find my place in this world…but even then I feel like I don’t have a place. I don’t belong here…and this world wasn’t meant for me.”
>You see her eyes widen a little.
>”Now hold on, let me finish. I mean to say that this whole…I don’t know…being the only human here? It’s more difficult than I let on. I miss my family, I miss my friends, and…and…I miss my dog. I mean…I didn’t have much there to begin with but…”
>Shit you’re losing your train of thought.
”…anyway. Rarity…I’m going to start from the beginning and tell you what’s going on in my head, okay. Just…let me get this out.”
>You sigh. This was your moment of truth. I mean, if you think about it, the first time you wanted to talk to her you got the best blowjob of your life.
HEY MAYBE IT’LL HAPPEN AGAIN
>Boner, we are far too tired for your shit right now.
”Rarity, when I took that job at the Day Spa, I was pretty much terrified. I mean…I’m..I…er…I was a virgin. I don’t have any experience with women…and I…well until recently I was kinda repulsed by thinking about you ponies…like…that.”
>Even in your addled emotional state you can feel a bit of blood rush to your cheeks.
”…and…then you came in and…well you’ve been like my landlady for a while and I’ve been sort of…well…I didn’t have a way to pay the rent and I was nervous but…I sort of improvised”
>She looks at you confused.
”Er, I mean…I’ve never really put my hands on a woman before. I…”
>Spaghetti is starting to flow out of your pockets and you can feel your palms getting sweaty. However, you can see a short smile start to creep on to Rarity’s face.
>That was all the motivation you needed.
”…giving you that…uh…massage was one of the best things I’ve ever done. I mean…your horn…and…your soft coat and…you smelled so good and….”
>MARINARA LEVELS CRITICAL
>UNLEASHING BONER
>Sure enough, your pants start to rise as you think about that fateful experience.
>Rarity’s smile goes to a grin.
>She crawls on top of the bed with you, sitting between your legs.
>”I’m listening, Anonymous. Just…getting comfortable.”
>Of course.
>She rests her hooves on your crotch, and puts her head there, looking right at you.
>Your boner pulses a little as she puts her weight on him.
>She’s doing this on purpose.
>Wait this is a good time to bring it up.
”Ra…Rarity why do you always…I mean…I…” You stop yourself. Think before you talk, Anon.
>She blinks, smiling up at you.
”Rarity…why did you dress up for me the other night? And…uh…”
>She giggles a little, ending with a slight hiccup.
>Wait a goddamn minute. Is she fucking drunk?
>You lift yourself off the bed with your arms, looking down at her curiously.
>”Because I wanted to, Anon. Why, didn’t you enjoy yourself?”
>Her voice sounds concerned at the end.
“Rarity, that was the best damn thing that has ever happened to me…I mean…aside from meeting you and ending up here that is.”
>Damage control. Good job. She’s blushing now.
>How the hell do you deal with this? Shit, okay, one thing at a time.
>Her hoof idly moves against your boner, on purpose of course..
>Your emotions betray you, a breath escaping your lips.
>She smiles a little wider.
“Hey…hey stop, not right now, okay?”
>She stops, pulling her hooves back with a huff. She looks disappointed.
>Damnit this was not what I had in mind.
>Brain, recap for me.
>Bro, she’s in heat, and she’s probably been drunk every night you’ve seen her. She just drunken-ragedly tossed you around like a rag doll while spilling her emotions at you, when the night previous all she wanted was to be there with you.
>You are not prepared for this. Fuck it, might as well step into this situation spaghetti first.
“Rarity…are you drunk?”
>The words hit her like a fist to the face.
>”I certainly am not!” She huffed.
“Please…Rarity. You just tossed me around like I was dirty laundry and yelled a bunch of crap at me, then silenced me and held me against my will with your magic. I’m still bleeding, I think. My whole body feels like it’s been ran over, and now I’m worried about the only gir…mare I’ve ever loved.”
>To be honest, you were running out of emotions to feel at this point.
>What a goddamn week.
>If the previous words were a left hook, this was the uppercut to the chin.
>She slumps back into her hooves. You can see her dazzling eyes darting away, avoiding your gaze.
>”I…I may have gone and seen Berry…when you two left this morning…” She says, her confidence wavering.
”…Rarity…why?”
>”Because…I was thinking about…about you and Fluttershy and what if…what if what happened at the spa…” Her voice is shaky, and you can see her body tremble slightly.
>Okay, that’s enough.
”Rarity...hey…listen.”
>You stick a hand under her chin and lift it, so she can’t avoid you.
>You pull away your hand, and sit up, taking a deep breath.
>Here goes nothing.
“Do you want to know what happened? At the Spa…Fluttershy said she’d start spreading lies about me…to try and get you to stop liking me...that you’d believe her because she’s your best friend. No one would believe me…I’m just a stupid human. So I ran off because I didn’t…I couldn’t dare face you after that.”
>Another left hook, but you don’t let her recover.
”And do you know what she did? After stealing my virginity from me and lambasting it at you? She came by the other day, and was blackmailing me into…fuck…she was trying to get me to leave you. To be with her and…I don’t even know.”
>Tears well up in her eyes, and despair enters Rarity’s mind.
>Her head slumps, and you can see her body heaving quickly, her breath speeding up.
”No wait Rarity please, don’t cry. I stood up for you. I told her that there was nothing she could do to make me fall for her. She’s…she isn’t the Fluttershy I knew.  Something snapped in her. I told her to go home and to leave us alone.”
>K.O.
>Rarity’s tears fall like little pearls.
>Goddamnit.
>You don’t know how to do this. You’re not very good with women.
>”I’m…I’m so sorry…” She softly whispers. You can barely hear her.
>She finally looks up to you, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.
“Rarity…hey…no more crying okay. I’m okay. We’re okay.”
>She rises and tackles you down onto the bed with a ‘pomf’, holding on to you as tight as she can and burying her head in your chest as the tears flow freely.
>You can’t find anything to do but to just hold on to her, and gently pet her neck.
“Rarity…I love you. You’re mine and I’m yours. Nopony can change that, okay?”
>She looks up to you, and scoots forward, kissing you lightly on the lips.
>”I love you too Anonymous.”