A Helping Hand P12

>You are Rarity.
>And you really wish your internal alarm clock would stop waking you up at sunrise.
>You slowly open your eyes, sunlight barely gleaming through the windows.
>Anonymous lies on his stomach, his arm draped around you lazily.
>Snoring.
>Of course he snores.
>You can’t see his face, but you bet he’s smiling.
>Last night…
>Just…wow.
>Your thoughts go back to how much he enjoyed your body and a tingle runs down your leg.
>…stupid estrus.
>You lift his arm off of you with your magic, being careful not to wake him.
>His hairs stand straight up and goosebumps immediately appear across his arm.
>Odd.
>You start your morning routine with a much needed shower.
>You can smell yourself all over you.
>You smile and look back to his sleeping form.
>You run a hoof through your hair, and you’re quickly met with a tangle.
>You huff quietly. It was his fault, of course.
>You decide to take a bubble bath instead. Perhaps a little relaxation will help with the pulsing headache you’re beginning to feel.
>You draw the water and pour in your favorite scented wash.
>Vanilla, of course.
>You step into the cascade of bubbles, moaning lightly as the bubbles caress your body delicately.
>My god, you had to thank Derpy one of these days. It’s no wonder her cutie mark is bubbles.
>You relax in the bubbles and your head aches a little less. You make a little shape of Anon’s head in the bubbles and laugh to yourself.
>That human was something else, for sure.
>Why did he have such an issue with you drinking?
>You magic your bathroom flask of Berry’s bathroom punch over to you and take a sip.
>Oh my that is some good stuff.
>There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a nice beverage now and again.
>Maybe he didn’t like to drink, himself.
>You take another sip and smile.
>You finish off the flask during your bath, dropping it to the ground with a clatter.
>Oops. Ah well, if it woke him he needed waking.
>You clamber out of the bathtub and grab a towel, wrapping it around your hair and one around your waist.
>Today is the last day of estrus, thank Celestia.
>You go to the kitchen to start some coffee, and look at the little canister of tea on the counter.
>Your mind goes back to Anon, and you smile.
>Today was going to be a good day.
>You are now Anon.
>And goddamnit you have never craved smores more in your life.
>This whole bed smells like her, a mix of her own natural smell and marshmallows.
>Your boner is the third in the house to wake up.
>You tried to bust one out last night, but as hard as you tried, you couldn’t cum.
>You were too frustrated to even care at this point, and just sort of laid there in bed for a while, pitching an incurable tent in the sheets.
>You didn’t get much sleep, but Rarity sure did.
>You thought a couple times about taking her, in her sleep, but you weren’t that kind of guy.
>You instead, laid there in your self inflicted blue-ball misery until your brain finally gave up and passed out.
>And now it’s back for revenge, apparently.
>You turn over. At least the sun is shining, again. In fact the sun doesn’t really stop shining, here.
>Rarity is, of course, not in bed. She likes to wake up really early.
>And if you remember  correctly, Sweetie Belle was going to go home, this week.
>You suspect it’s probably to keep up her appearance. Oh and she owns a store. You forgot about that.
>You lay in bed for a while, and finally climb out, your boner still poking it’s head annoyingly out of your boxers.
>You can only do so much to hide it, at this point.
>You go to see if a morning piss would cure it and sure enough, your member softens a bit. That should keep you down until you get some relief.
>Relief.
>He stiffens again as your mind goes back to last night.
>Oh god damnit.
>As you step outside of Rarity’s room, you see her at the table reading the newspaper, her adorable big red glasses on.
>Her hair is still wet…and goddamn not only does that make her royal purple hair darker, but it frames her face and…
>Boner achieved.
>This was going to be a long day.
>As he pokes out of your boxers, you try to somehow hide him, with little luck.
>You catch Rarity glancing over at you playing hide-the-penis and she giggles.
>“Good morning, Anonymous. Are you truly that happy to see me?” She says, smiling.
>You blush and put your hands over your crotch.
“Morning Rarity. Would you believe me if I said no?”
>You go to get a cup of coffee when you hear knock at the door.
”Rarity, do you mind getting that?”
>She scoffs at you, and puts her paper down.
>As she passes you, her tail brushes against your crotch deliberately, and you can see her look back to you before she opens the door.
>She winks.
>You actually look to see if she winks again.
DAMNIT BONER WE CAN’T HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW
>”Oh Anon, it’s Pinkie.”
>You snap out of your daydream and go to the door, standing behind Rarity in an effort to hide your boner.
“Hey Pinkie, what’s the news?”
>Pinkie is bouncing in place manically, a huge smile on her face.
>”Anon guess what, I’m finally throwing another a party and you’re invited and it’s going to be SO MUCH FUN.”
>Through your peripheral vision you see Rarity step backwards a bit, her voluptuous plot now pressed against you.
>You whisper “Rarity, what the hell”
>She stays silent.
>”Oh, the end of estrus party you always host? I apologize, it simply slipped my mind.” Rarity replies.
>She nods frantically.
>Meanwhile, Rarity is grinding herself against you and you’re barely able to contain the spaghetti.
>And of course you don’t stop her, it feels absolutely amazing. And Pinkie’s watching…
>You pulse a little at the thought.
>Oh dear.
>”You don’t have to bring anything, I’ve got more than enough food to go around, but I think Applejack is bringing some of her private reserve and all of our friends are going to be there! WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A BLAAAST. IT’S FINALLY OVER!”
>Your boner slips out and prods against Rarity’s now rather well lubricated entrance, and Rarity swings her flank side to side gently, her lips enveloping your head slightly.
>You let out a stifled moan, and you instinctually put a hand on her flank.
>”…Anon are you even listening to me? I’ve wanted to throw you a party for YEARS NOW.”
>She leans in to look you in the eye.
>DON’T LOOK DOWN PINKIE MY BONER IS RIGHT THERE AND IM PRETTY MUCH FROZEN IN PLEASURE
>You look into her eyes with the best poker face you can manage, your breathing erratic and a little sweat forming on your brow.
>PLEASE DON’T LOOK DOWN
>Rarity feels your member pulse with excitement, your hips gently trying to move forward.
>An icy grip halts you, however, and you wince.
>”…Anon…what are you doing?” Pinkie asks, beginning to look downward as your body trembles
>Rarity quickly puts your length inside of her, and you can see her biting her lip to quiet a moan.
>Her insides feel like a warm wet velvet, holding you tightly to her and gently squeezing.
>Rarity quickly draws Pinkie’s attention away from you.
“We’ll be there tonight, darling, you have my word.”
>You don’t manage that well, the beginnings of a gasping moan coming from your lips.
>She looks at you quizzically, and turns to walk away.
>”Geez, you two act like you’re together or something.”
>She bounds off before you can get a word in.
>Goddamn these ponies
>Meanwhile, goosebumps arrive all over your body and your hair stands on end, accompanied by that familiar stinging feel.
>It reminds you of when your foot falls asleep and you try to move it and wake it.
>Rarity magics you out of her, agonizingly slowly, and wordlessly goes back to her paper.
>Oh my god why
>The cold air hits your boner and it jumps in surprise, slick with marshmallow juice, and throbbing red-purple.
“Rarity…uh…” You turn to her, boner presented proudly.
>”Yes, Darling?” She asks, nonchalantly.
>You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Do you think you could finish the job, please?” You turn to her and plead, a brief moment of weakness.
>”Absolutely…” She says, smiling at you.
>OH GOD THANK YOU
>”…not.”
>WHAT
>”You told Pinkie Pie about us, didn’t you?” Her face turns to a frown.
>Spaghetti sure sounds good right now, your pants would say if you had been wearing them.
“I…maybe? I might have? Probably? Please Rarity, I’m sorry but…”, you stammer, approaching her.
>You give her an awkward apologetic smile, but your brain is macerated with lust, your member visibly pulsing.
>”Anonymous, you promised to tell NO ONE about our little affair. I am a pony of high social standings. What do you think my clients will think, if they would know I’m sleeping with the monkey?”
>Your face droops, in both confusion, and pain.
>Even your boner has a hard time believing her.
“…are…are you serious right now Rarity? You…you’re ashamed now?”
>She looks to you, smiling no longer.
”What in the fucking hell Rarity?”
>You raise your voice to a yell, taking a step toward her.
>She cringes, and puts a hoof to her head.
>”Please dear, not so loud…”
>Are you fucking kidding me?
>You wordlessly go upstairs and don some clothes, your boner subsiding, but your balls still slightly ache for some kind of release.
>Sorry guys.
>Walking downstairs, Rarity is nursing a cup of coffee, still idly reading.
>Oblivious.
>You step next to her, and she looks at you, plain faced.
>”Yes?”
>You move quickly, bending down and kissing her, hard.
>She’s stunned, and pulls away, giving you a look that you can only describe as ‘WTF?’.
“Rarity damnit”, you begin, gesturing dramatically with your hands. “I love you. You’re beautiful, smart, kind, and anything else I could ask for. Why are you doing this? Why do these people matter more to you than I do? Because they give you money?”
>She avoids your gaze, instead looking downward.
“You’re loaded, and I know you are. You don’t need the money. What, you need to be appreciated? To feel like your talents aren’t going to waste? What is it Rarity?”
>You grit your teeth. This was the finisher.
”…why do you only want to be around me when you’re fucking drunk?”
>She slumps.
>Maybe you were a bit harsh.
“Rarity…hey…” You bend and turn her head towards yours, offering no resistance.
>Tears stream down her face, her ears flat against her head.
>You bend down and hug her, and she buries her head in your neck, bawling loudly.
>”I…I just want to be happy…” she mumbles into you.
>You hold her close, stroking her mane.
”Just…be yourself Rarity. Stop worrying about what other people will think of you.”
>She leans back and looks at you with those glimmering sapphires.
>”…why are you so good to me when I treat you so badly?”
“Because I’m too stupid to care.”
>She smiles, and kisses you gently.
>”Anonymous…I’m…” She turns away, but you gently place your hand on her chin and correct her.
>”I’m sorry…it’s just been so long since someone’s cared about me for more than my money, or my status or my…my body…” She struggles.
“It’s going to be difficult, I get that, Rarity. But…you’re all I have in this world. I don’t have any family, like you do. Hell, I’d be probably be dead if it weren’t for you rescuing me.”
>She sniffs and looks back at you.
“We have to do this together, Rarity. You’re all I’ve got.”
>”…thank you Anon…I…” She trails off.
>You kiss her again.
“Let’s just try and have a good day, alright?”
>Your boner has returned to it’s dozing state, but you still ache a bit. Ah well, you’ll fix it later.
>You grab a little breakfast and plan out the rest of the day.
>The party starts at sort of nightfall/sunset, you’re assuming, so you have a bit of time until then.
>You know Fluttershy is going to be at this party, and so is Rainbow Dash. You still had things to settle between those two, for sure.
>Other than that, there’s not a lot to do in Equestria.
>No internet, and all of the books were in another language. You thought about writing something, but it’d probably just turn into fanfiction.
>And there wasn’t any sort of circlejerk in Equestria.
“Hey, Rar, I’m gonna go out for a while. When should I head back?”
>She looks at you and sighs.
>”Okay, Anon, but make sure you come back soon. We’re going to look our very best for this party, if we’re going to go…together.”
>You can tell she was having a hard time saying that last part, but it made you smile.
“Of course.”
>You run a hand through your hair and step out of the boutique.
>First, Rainbow.
>Though, finding her was easier said than done.
>You had found her by accident, last time.
>Well you know where she was last time, might as well try there.
>You follow the same path, past the seedy bar. You think that tree was around here?
>”Sup Anon”, a voice calls from the sky.
>A blue and rainbow blur lands next to you. Was she waiting on you?
“Hey Dash, I was actually looking for you.”
>”Oh yeah? Excited for the party later? I know I am. I’m gonna drink you under the table.”
“…Dash that’s not very hard.”
>”Yeah…well…”
”Actually, I wanted to talk to you, if that’s okay.”
>You motion to sit down next to a tree, and she sits next to you.
>”What’s up? This isn’t about the other day is it, because we were both drunk and…”
“Dash, chill, it’s fine. Yeah, it’s about the other day, but not what you think. I know you were drunk and you’re going through estrus, and I just happen to have the necessary organ. I’ve pretty much come to terms with that already.”
>She nods silently, embarrassed.
“I want to talk to you about…Fluttershy. I told you about the other day, where the massage…uh…went awry? Well she tried it again, but I narrowly escaped.”
>”So what do you want me to do?”
“Well, I know you like her…”
>She interrupts you.
>”No I don’t! I just…I mean she’s like my best friend and of course I like her but…it’s not like I like her like that…I mean…I guess I do but…”
“Calm down Dash. Just hear me out. All I want you to do, is to get her drunk. Just…occupy her time. I don’t want her fucking with me and Rarity, alright?”
>”Woah you two are a thing now?”
>Oh for fucks sake, you were really bad at this.
“Yes, but…just, do that for me, okay? And who knows, maybe you can find somewhere secluded and…”
>She gives you a devious look. It scared you a tad.
>”You got it Anon. That’s to make up for the other day, but after that, we’re even. Got it?”
>You nod.
>Things are starting to fall into place. What’s next?
>Maybe you should just go help Pinkie with the party. It’d help to talk to her about what she saw, at the very least.
>Fluttershy will get what’s coming to her, finally, and today was going to be a good day, no matter what.
>You are now Fluttershy.
>And today was going to be the day.
>You marked it on your calendar with a big red circle, and a bunch of hearts.
>You look at the little vial that you traded the Diamond Dogs for. It didn’t matter that you had to sell Mr. Bear.
>You know that he’ll be okay. You taught him well.
>This potion…this will solve everything.
>A wild grin appears on your face.
>Today, he was going to love you.
>Whether he wanted to, or not.