[FLUTTERRAPE] Rejected Notes - Part II

"Rarity?"
>Rarity hurries around the kitchen, anxiously checking the clock every few seconds as she hastily throws together breakfast.
>Jump as a bowl is slammed down on the table before you.
>A piece of toast floats in a bowl of milk.
>Give your friend a concerned look.
"Rari--"
>"I KNOW!"
>Cringe at her raised voice.
>"I-I'm sorry for shouting, Octavia, but I don't have time to do anything today! I have to get started on my dresses immediately!"
>She practically inhales a piece of toast and a half glass of wine before running past you towards her drawing room.
"But I wanted to ask--"
>The door slams shut.
>Sounds of Rarity running about and uttering infrequent "Wahaha!"'s  occupies the silence.
>You sigh and look back at your toast, now splitting in half and sinking to the bottom of the milk.
>Taking it over to the sink, you clean it out and help yourself to some cereal.
>Sitting back down at the table, you thoughtfully chew on the sugary treats.
>The thought crosses your mind of just how much sugar you've already eaten since you arrived here in Ponyville.
>It would explain Rarity's somewhat "full" appearance.
>She's not chubby by any means, just has all the right proportions in all the right places.
>Makes you wonder how anyone could reject her.
>...Like how Anonymous did.
>You pause mid-chew.
>Your mind is still tackling what happened yesterday.
>For the first time in your life you were denied something you wanted.
>It came as no surprise that you were thrown through a loop by it.
>You had be hoping to ask Rarity if she wanted to help you get a date with him, but if the faint thuds and unladylike curses upstairs are any indication she's quite busy at the moment.
>Rather than stay here and risk interrupting her (or making her even more stressed) you write her a small note and leave it on the table.
>' Gone to get what you and I both deserve  - Octavia. '
>With that, you head out the door and into the sun.

1/?

>Sipping your drink, you carefully watch Anonymous.
>You had spent a large portion of your night trying to figure out how you would go about getting him to date you.
>Seems simple enough.
>Merely requires you to do a bit of field research on the target.
>The human sits at a table outside a coffee shop, reading a book with a furrowed brow.
>You on the other hoof are at the other side of the street wearing a giant hat and hiding behind a newspaper.
>The hat isn't for a disguise, it's to hide you from the sun.
>The -newspaper- is the disguise.
>He scratches his nose and turns a page.
>It's hard to see what book it is from here. You might need to get closer.
>Checking around for any other spots you can sit, you note one very close to him.
>Biting your bottom lip you debate moving to it.
>What if he notices you?
>Your cover would be blown and--
>"Hey, Octavia."
>Freeze up.
>Anonymous is stood over you, the sun behind his back and casting a shadow over you.
>Smile sheepishly up at him.
>He sits down across from you and glances up at your hat.
>"Nice headgear. One of Rarity's?"
"Oh, no, I just bought it."
>"Just like that?"
"Well... yes?"
>"Huh. Just looks expensive is all."
"Oh, not really; about fifty bits."
>Anonymous' eyes go wide and he stares in shock at you.
>"Jesus, woman. All that for a hat?"
>Cock your head, confused.
"What? It isn't -that- expensive."
>"It's a weeks wage to me. So... guessing you make a lot of money being a musician?"
>Your heart flutters.
>He's actually having a conversation with you about something in your comfort zone!
>Don't screw this up, Octavia.
>You've got this in the bag.
"O-oh, yes, I play music sometimes."
>...Damn it.
>Anon smirks.
>"Still having trouble processing how wildly attractive I am?"
>He checks his hair and gives an exaggerated laugh.
>Roll your eyes and give him a small smile.
>Take a deep breath, then exhale; trying to clear your mind.

2/?

"Yes, I make a lot of money from my music."
>He gets more comfortable in his seat and leans forward.
>"Go on?"
"Well; I play at venues for some very important ponies, I play at events such as the Grand Galloping Gala and on multiple occasions I've met royalty!"
>That last point will surely impress him!
>"Yeah, I've met the royals a few times. Celestia's a bit crass behind closed doors."
"I... r-really?"
>Anon has met the royals?
>"Sure. She can drink like, three times her weight in liquor; then she tends to get a bit horny. I usually leave at that point."
>Your rear legs tighten at the word "horny".
"Oh? Well ahh, no need to explain. I mean, if you wish you can do, but you don't have to--"
>Dammit Octavia stop talking!
"B-but I would be more than... Umm... Drat."
>Anonymous grins at you.
>"You're kind of adorable when you trip over your words, you know?"
>He checks his watch and stands up.
>"Anyway, I know it's only been a minute or two but I gotta get going. I have a thing with a person at a place. See you around, Octavia."
>The human saunters off, arms swinging by his sides without a care in the world.
>Hastily pick up the newspaper and open it, hiding your blush-ridden face behind it.
>Looking down between your legs, your seat is wet again.
>This cannot be happening.
>Not now! Not here!
>Glance over your shoulder.
>All the other patrons seem to be occupied, talking amongst themselves.
>Pulling your hat further down towards your eyes, you stand up and get away from the restaurant as fast as you can.
>As you walk away, a stallion in a suit sits down where you were.
>"Hey, why's this seat sticky?!"

>Your chat with Anon was certainly unexpected, but you still had a few more precious moments with him.
>Now to see what his thing was.
>Proceeding down the path you saw him take, you try to remain inconspicuous.
>That meant ditching the hat you bought, despite its ample protection from the sun.

3/?

>Anon seems to be heading towards a lake.
>A distant orange shape is waiting for him.
>You notice a small bush next to a tree overlooking the lake from a hill.
>It's the perfect vantage point.
>Rushing into it, you peer out at the pair.
>Anon and a pony wearing a hat laugh about things you can't hear.
>Without warning, the orange pony leaps into the shallows, playfully splashing around and covering Anon with water.
>Rather than getting annoyed, Anonymous instead reaches around himself and begins to remove his clothing.
>Your breath catches in your throat and the inner fire you had thought gone is rekindled more ferocious than ever before.
>You can hardly believe what you're seeing.
>Anon strips down until he is wearing a small undergarment covering his lower half
>Clothing was confusing enough with ponies, but this just baffles you.
>But it doesn't even matter.
>Standing tall and proud with his hands on his hips, Anon shouts at the orange pony, who is swimming backwards away from the shoreline and laughing.
>He leaps into the water, covering more distance than the pony in a fraction of the time.
>You are entranced.
>Between your legs, an itch has started that refuses to leave.
>Send a hoof down there to tend to it.
>Alone in your bush, you watch the oblivious human hungrily; taking in his muscles, his movements and his attitude towards his companion.
>Meanwhile, your hoof is working away at yourself with an insatiable fervour.
>Anon and the pony swim around and splash each other.
>A few times he even picks her up and throws her to the deeper parts of the lake.
>Laughter and splashing fills the air.
>If one were to stand close enough to your bush, they could hear you - openly moaning and grinding your hoof against your soaking wet honeypot with a passion you thought you only had for your music.

4/?

>As Anon lifts his friend high up with his arms, ready to throw her again, you climax.
>Shoving a hoof in your mouth you left out a muffled cry and spray juices all over the leaves behind you.
>He throws her, and continues to play around; still completely unaware of the depravity going on just up the hill from him.
>You pant and sigh happily as his glistening muscles glow in the mid-day sun.
>As much as you would like to do this all day, watching him and rubbing yourself, he and his friend eventually decide that they should be going.
>You frown.
>It hasn't been that long, surely?
>Disappointed, you watch as Anon dries off using a towel provided by his friend.
>As he gets dressed again, you wonder why he would want to wear clothes on a day as hot as this.
>Watch in anticipation as he waves his good byes and the two go their separate ways.
>You wait behind until the coast is clear before exiting your bush.
>Now what?
>Anon went back to town, and his friend towards Sweet Apple Acres.
>Wait, was that Applejack?
>Oh, that makes a bit more sense.
>Didn't she ruin the gala as well?
>You think on this as you trek back to town, the sun bearing down on you relentlessly.
>Even with the sporadic trees dotted around the landscape, there isn't enough shade for you.
>The sun really doesn't do good things to you.
>Pick up the pace of your trotting as you draw nearer to the edge of town.
>With luck you can find a nice cafe to have a drink in before heading back out.
>Turn a corner around a building and walk into a pony.
>Blurt out your apologies and help--
"Rarity!"
>"Oh! Octavia! I was looking everywhere for you. You left me the most ominous note on the table and I got worried!"
>Giggle at her fussing.
"It's fine, Rarity, I assure you. How are the dresses coming along?"
>"I just finished them, actually!"
"So soon?"
>Rarity raises an eyebrow.
>"Darling, it's three in the afternoon."

5/?

>Stare at her.
>Three.
>How.
>How?!
>"Everything alright? You've gone a bit pale."
>She frowns.
>"It's the sun again, isn't it? Not to worry, I saw the most marvellous giant hats around here somewhere..."

>Sit indoors and watch the world go by.
>"So, have you seen Anonymous today?"
>Snap out of your day dreams and turn to her.
"Oh, yes, actually; he and I had a lovely, if not a bit short, conversation."
>Rarity beams at you.
>"Wonderful! Oh, you know, I was thinking about this as I was doing my client's order, we should both work together to get him!"
>A wry smile works its way onto your face.
"Really now? I must admit, I've had the same thought."
>Rarity clops her hooves together excitedly.
>"Ooh this is going to be -fun-!"
>She clears her throat and smooths her mane.
>"Though we must still act with a degree of dignity about this, yes?"
>You briefly recall your moment of fiery passion in a bush a while ago.
>Sip your drink and try not to seem too flustered.
"Yes yes, of course."
>Suck in some breath and exhale, clearing your head.
"So. Where do we start?"

>Rarity giggles.
"You're absolutely sure this will work?"
>"Well if it doesn't, it's not the end of the world, is it?"
>Your friend wraps a hoof around your shoulders and pulls you closer into a hug.
>"It'll be fine, trust me."
>You both stroll up to Anonymous, who is stood at a market stall surveying the goods.
>"Four bits for a carrot? Come on, man, don't be like that."
>He doesn't sound too thrilled.
>"Gotta make a living somehow, pal."
>Neither does the stall pony.
>You walk right up to the stallion.
>He turns to you, and his eyes light up.
>They dart all over your body, lingering on your flanks for a while before returning to your face.
>"I-- Uhh, y-yes, miss? How can I help a lovely mare like yourself?"
>He tries to smile.
>Give him a confident smirk.
"A pony over there needed to talk to you."

6/?

>Gesture towards the alley at the other side of the marketplace.
>He looks from it, to you, then back to the alley.
>A wary look develops on his face.
>"You sure about that, darlin'?"
>Bat your eyelids and bite your bottom lip.
"Come now, why would I lie?"
>He goes a deep shade of red and wipes his forehead.
>"Y-yes, I mean no, no of course not. What did he look like?"
>You give him a haphazard description and the stallion walks off, leaving the stall unattended.
>Rarity jumps into action.
>"Anonymous! How -are- you?"
>Anon, shocked at the pair of you now suddenly converging on him takes a step back.
>"Uhh, hey, girls, just buying some stuff."
>He glances at the store pony, who disappears into a crowd.
>"Kinda needed that guy though."
>Rarity chuckles.
>"You don't need him, Anon~"
>Pluck a large carrot from the stand and sniff at it.
"Oh my, Rarity look at this carrot!"
>Your friend looks at it in mock surprise.
>"-Well-! Just look at this handsome... uhh, carrot!"
>Anonymous looks bewildered.
>Take a long sniff of it.
"So fragrant..."
>Rarity licks the entire thing from the bottom to the rounded tip, leaving it glistening in the sun.
>"Unf~ So flavoursome! Anonymous, darling, care to sample this carrot?"
>The pair of you molest and lick the carrot together.
>Anon seems to be paralysed with confusion.
>"I-I don't... What. What?"
>Rarity starts looking nervous.
>"Anon! Do you want this carrot?"
>She suckles on the tip.
>"This long... hard... juicy, carrot?"
>You plant a kiss on the tip of it and look Anon straight in the eyes.
"I'd say it's worth it~"
>Anon looks over his shoulder, then back at the pair of you.
>The carrot is soaking wet and being held between two pairs of front hooves.
>"Yeah, no. You can keep it. I'll just uhh, be going."
>He turns and walks away at a brisk pace.
>Rarity frowns.
>"Drat. I was sure that would work."
"I had my reservations before, but..."
>"It always works on other stallions!"

7/?

"How can you be sure?"
>Rarity nods at something behind you.
>Looking in that direction, you see the store pony stood gawping at you, trying to hide something between his legs.
>Sigh and set the carrot back on the stand.
"Let's just be going then. Any other ideas?"
>"Well, I read this one in a story..."

>Sit at Rarity's kitchen table, groaning.
>Your friend, never to be outdone by her body's limitations, chugs chocolate ice-cream like a machine.
>Watch her with a pained expression.
>Another tub of ice-cream is emptied and carelessly tossed aside onto a pile.
>She stares into space and speaks in a dreary tone.
>"Seven attempts."
>Grunt and reach forwards, dragging a tub towards you and digging in with a spoon, even though you don't want to.
>"Seven attempts to get that damnable ape."
"Ape...?"
>"Humans are highly... evolved monkeys."
"Monkeys and apes aren't the same..."
>Rarity blinks.
>Then starts sobbing.
>Drag yourself off the chair and to Rarity's side.
>Wrap your hooves around her and hug.
>Your inability to move properly means you collapse to the floor, dragging her with you.
>Rarity blubbers on about how terrible at life she is while you nod and shovel strawberry ice-cream into your mouth.
>After a few more minutes (40) you and your friend are laid on your backs, staring at the kitchen ceiling.
>You get nudged in your side.
>"Hey."
"Nnrrf..."
>"You realise that we -have- to continue, right?"
>Turn your head and look at your friend.
>She's wearing a mask of determination.
>"We haven't come this far to be shut down by Anonymous. We -will- get him."
>Nod slowly.
"I don't think I like him any more; romantically, that is."
>"Of course not! But we have to do this as a matter of principle. I don't know about you but I never leave a dress unfinished."
"Nor a symphony half played."
>"Precisely! We have to be stronger than..."
>She looks around at the tear/ice-cream stained floor.
>"...Than this!"

8/?

>You start getting more motivated just listening her.
>"We have to be bold!"
>Yeah.
>"We have to be better!"
>Yeah!
>"We have to see this through to the end, and I swear on my little sister's virginity we shall!"
"Yeah!... What?"
>Rarity, ignoring you, sits up.
>"We -shall- rut that human! Not due to any sort of romantic interest or lust, but because we have to!"
>Tears start forming in your eyes at the majesty of Rarity's speech.
>"If not for us, then for every mare in Ponyville who has been shut down by him!"
>You would clap, but you can't find the strength to move.
>"We shall stride forth and claim that which is ours! We shall know victory and get laid in the process!"
>Rarity stands up.
>Takes a step.
>Then collapses.
>...
>After a second of silence you hear a low whine.
>"Ooooctyyyy..."
>Groaning, you roll yourself over to her and pull her into another floor-cuddle.
>The pair of you stay there for about an hour, with you stroking Rarity's mane with a spare hoof and using the other to slowly consume the last tub of ice-cream.
"So this is my life."
>"Mrrf."

>Wake up the next day feeling utterly dreadful.
>Your body complaining, you force yourself out of bed and towards the bathroom where you promptly hurl the contents of last night's binge-eating into the toilet.
>Spend a minute to reflect on how you got here.
>Satisfied with the notion that this trip might not have been worth it, you brush your teeth and try to make yourself seem presentable.
>Opening your bedroom door, you see Rarity's open at the same time.
>The two of you blink and size each other up.
>She looks just as terrible as you.
>Eventually she manages a weak smile.
>"The morning after is always the worst part..."
>She takes the lead and trots downstairs, legs wobbling slightly.
>As you sit at the table, Rarity pours you both coffee.
>Both of you drink in silence, enjoying the peaceful morning and fragrance of coffee.

9/?

>You are the first to break the tranquillity.
"So..."
>Rarity sips her coffee and sighs.
>"So."
>Rub your face with a hoof, trying to force yourself to wake up.
"Let's not do that again while we're trying to focus on getting Anon."
>Rarity turns her head towards the rubbish bin, which is stuffed to overflowing with empty and dripping ice-cream tubs.
>"...Agreed."
>She yawns.
>"Though I must say, it was fun to do it with a friend for once."
>The mare reaches forwards and affectionately touches your leg.
>Smile wearily at her.
"Any time, Rarity. Just ahh, not any time soon."
>This makes your friend giggle softly.
>"We should try something a bit more sinister."
"Oh?"
>"Yes, I was thinking that we should recruit my friend Twilight."
>Cock your head.
"Won't bringing more ponies into this only complicate the situation?"
>Rarity taps her chin and thinks for a second.
>"Oh dear, I hadn't thought of that..."
"Well what did you have in mind?"
>"Ah, you see, a while ago Twilight came up with the most ingenious spell, called... oh what was it..."
>Another second of musing and she smiles.
>"Oh yes, the "Want it need it" spell."
>Make an intrigued noise over your coffee and motion for her to continue.
>"Quite an amazing thing to see. The enchanted object would become the sole desire of all those that saw it."
"'All'?"
>"...Well half the town ended up going ballistic over a small stuffed doll and Princess Celestia had to come and sort it out."
>Raise an eyebrow at Rarity.
"And your plan was to use this on... What, exactly?"
>She blushes.
>"W-well, that was the tricky part but I thought that maybe it's something that can only be seen by, ahh, Anon."
>Rarity wets her lips nervously and leans in to whisper in your ear.
>...
"RARITY!"
>"It was just a suggestion!"
>Your cheeks become a deep red and you start spluttering.
"B-but your horn would have to... Oh please say you won't do it!"
>"L-like I said! We don't have to!"

10/?

>You shudder at thought of Rarity's horn poking you there.
>Absolutely revolting.
>...
>Yet the mental image won't leave.
>You both sit in an awkward silence for a while.
"S-so you won't do it, right?"
>"No no, uh, of course n-not."
>...
"...Good. It would be, um--"
>"Awkward."
"Yes. Exactly. Awkward."
>The two of you catch each others eyes for a moment then immediately look away.
"Any... Other ideas?"
>"We could always--"
>She clears her throat.
>"Could always just take him out for dinner and woo him there?"
>Nod slowly.
"Sounds reasonable. The both of us together?"
>"Of course, I wouldn't want to send you in there alone... and also I would want you with me. For support, and such."
>Reach over the table and pat Rarity's hoof.
"Aww, I'll always be there for you, Rarity."
>A few seconds pass.
>You haven't removed your hoof from Rarity's.
>...
"I have to go to the bathroom."
>"Me too."
>You both jump up and go to separate bathrooms.
>Stare at yourself in the mirror for a few minutes.
>Breakfast shouldn't be so intense.
>At least you have something to look forward to.
>Dinner with Anonymous should hopefully bring him around.
>Though you might have to get something nice to wear.
>With luck, all will go well.
>If it doesn't...
>At least you'll have Rarity to support you.
>And you her.
>...Why is it so hot in here?

>Emerging from the boutique, you both set off towards Anon's house.
>The two of you chat away and get lost in your conversation.
>"So I said "Oatmeal? Darling are you out of your mind--" Oh, we're here!"
>Anon's door stands before you.
>Rather than just wait for the courage to crop up, you march forward and bang your hoof on the door.
>A minute later it opens and Anon peers out.
>"...You two again. ...Not got any custard this time, have you?"
>You and Rarity scoff at this.
"No!"
>"Don't be ridiculous, darling. It was mustard."
>Anon warily opens his door wider.

11/?


>"Then what? Yesterday was weird, guys. I don't wanna do that again."
"Duly noted. We have a proposal."
>"Already? But we've only just met!"
"Yes, but it's--..."
>Glare at him.
>Anon grins back.
>Sigh with frustration, just wanting to get this over with.
"Dinner with us. Yay or neigh?"
>He smirks when you say "neigh".
>"Depends where it is. I don't do fancy restaurants."
>Rarity rolls her eyes and nudges you.
>"He doesn't do fancy restaurants..."
>You both snicker.
>Anon folds his arms.
>"Not looking good for you both if you keep this up, you know."
>Rarity composes herself and steps forward.
>"Anonymous. Let us not beat around the bush."
>You twitch at "bush".
>"As an apology, we want to take you out to a locale of your choosing for dinner tonight. It is a simple yes or no question."
>He rubs his stubble thoughtfully.
>"No strings attached?"
>"That's impossible, darling; I'm a seamstress."
>Rarity beams at you.
>Give her a flat look.
>She glances between both you and Anon.
>"...Oh, so when you both make jokes it's fine, but the moment -I- decide to get in on the fun you're both suddenly above it?"
>Anon looks over his shoulder.
>"Look, I really need to get back to what I was doing. Yeah, sure, I'll accept, but you're both paying."
"Of course. Eight o' clock sound good?"
>"Sure, sure, goodbye."
>He slams the door.
>Rarity pokes your shoulder.
>"Good job! Now, let's go home and make dresses for tonight!~"
>With a spring in her step, she takes off towards her boutique.
>You shake your head, smiling, and follow her.
>She's a playful one at times.
>Your eyes follow her tail, swishing about.

"Hey, Rarity?"
>"Hm?"
"...I thought your joke was funny."

>Proportions in all the right places...

12/12
End Part 2.