You pick up the tote bag and sling it over your shoulder once Rarity purchases the few stalks of celery she wants from the vendor at the market. The radiant white unicorn you call your lover was humming merrily as the two of you did your shopping with her picking out the food you both liked and you doing the lifting.

The sky that Friday had to offer was bright and blue, an occasional cloud drifting slowly in front of the early afternoon sun. Its warm beams caress your skin, sending a soothing wave of happiness down to your core, as did Rarity's presence. As much as you want to lean down and give her a peck on the cheek just because, she did insist on no public displays of affection when you started seeing each other officially, and you wanted to respect her wishes.

Roughly five months ago, you and the beautiful mare were intimate for the first time, and you can't recall the last time you felt so alive yet relaxed all the same. Nothing really seemed to bother you lately. You and Rarity didn't argue about anything in great length; the farthest you ever got was a few minor disagreements and that was it, ones easily forgotten ten minutes later. The fact that you didn't get into any major squabbles since you began living with her several weeks ago was nothing short of amazing to her friends or to you, in a way. It was almost like being in love.

Scratch that. It was being in love. A kind you hadn't felt in quite a while.

As you stand there quietly basking in the sun, you glance to your left and see the decorations adorning the top of Rarity's boutique in the distance. Your thoughts drift back to when she first asked if you'd consider living with her. Was that ever a question you couldn't say no to? While staying at Twilight's gave you a roof over your head – it was the least the apologetic mare could do for you after bringing you here – staying with your angel was an opportunity you weren't going to pass up.

Aside from being able to see her whenever you wanted, living together meant that the two of you could get more done in the same amount of time; you didn't have to worry about walking to her place to help with various tasks nor did she have to head to Twilight's to take you out for a night on the town.

Having more time to yourselves, and thus longer dates when you did go out, also meant for more play time after your evening was finished too. It didn't take long for the sexy mare to show you how unladylike she could be when she wanted. Not that you would ever tell anyone. She did have appearances to keep up, and your private lives were just that: Private. Fortunately, the spa girls never said a word about what happened that first visit or any of the other visits since.

With more opportunities to experiment with each other's bodies, you discovered things in the bedroom – and nearly everywhere else around the boutique – that you weren't even sure she was aware of, based on her initial reactions. You always made it a point to work those sensitive areas too, whether she preferred a slow, delicate approach or just wanted a good old-fashioned hard rutting.

Either way, she was always satisfied. No matter how many times you watched her coo and squirm after your sexual escapades, you couldn't help but beam just a bit. There were even a few times where her legs had turned to Jell-O and she could barely stand up straight. Good times.

Right now, however, her legs were full of pep and vigor. Well, she had been completely full of vigor for a little while now, and just about anypony who knew her at all had noticed. Despite promising not to discuss your bedroom affairs, you suspect that her friends and clientele – those that met with her with any frequency, anyway – were aware enough of your relationship based on how you acted around one another. The little smiles, the flirtatious jokes, the way you would sit a touch too close, it was rather obvious to anyone with a functioning set of eyes. At least you came to believe over time.

But not once did she ever come to you complaining about somepony saying something nasty or asking if you had heard any rumors. Much to your relief, it seemed no one minded that you, essentially an alien, were deeply committed to the fashion designer. Still, you couldn't bring yourself to tell Rarity that it would probably be alright to make your pairing public knowledge. You tried only a couple times early on in the relationship before giving up altogether, your marefriend insisting that it was nopony else's business and that a lady doesn't kiss and tell. Whether she was aware of what you have been suspecting for a while now – that most ponies knew – was anybody's guess.

You hear your name being repeated and feel a gentle nudge on your leg, snapping you out of your daydreaming. That's right. Groceries. Somehow, you still managed to follow Rarity as she went from booth to booth despite not paying much attention.

"Err, sorry hon, what?" you ask, stumbling through your question.

"I said that we're all finished up here, but I needed to talk to Pinkie Pie about something over at Sugarcube Corner. Could you bring those home while I run over there real quick? I shouldn't be long."

"Oh yeah, no problem. See you in a little bit."

With a demure little smile, Rarity turns and trots away. Waving goodbye, you catch a glimpse of that spry, lively canter she's been sporting that no doubt others in town have noticed as you watch her head out. You may see her every day, yet you can't help but watch those luscious hips swaying back and forth as she leaves. A minute or two passes while you stand there admiring...the scenery, why not?...until she disappears into the crowd, a coy grin of your own forming.

Ah yes, you recognize that walk. It was the kind of strut you had around town shortly after you started dating her. There were a few times that you heard Stayin' Alive playing in your head when you caught yourself swinging along the way she was right now, even though you could never understand most of the lyrics to that song anyway. If the shirts you had been wearing at those times had collars, they probably would have been popped.

It takes a chuckle from a lilac pegasus with a spiky white and silver mane – Cloudchaser, if you remember right – to pull you away from your libidinous thoughts. She darts a knowing smirk in Rarity's direction and back at you. Your cheeks start to burn and not thanks to the sun. Apparently, it's not terribly easy hiding your affections when you stick out the way you do.

Taking a step toward the boutique, you freeze almost immediately. Your level of embarrassment grows as quickly as other things apparently did while you ogled your girlfriend. As if things weren't frightfully difficult enough, Cloudchaser snickers as you slowly bring the tote bag from over your shoulder and dangle it in front of your...other little pony...pretending to sort through the fruits and vegetables in a badly disguised effort to make sure you had everything. You can feel that devious pegasus's eyes boring into your back as you hurriedly walk away.

Please, God, Celestia, whoever, make sure that no one else happened to notice.

The cool air from the refrigerator tickles your arm as you reach into it, causing the hairs to stand on end a bit. The last of the food is put away and you close the door. Succumbing to a bit of hunger, you open it right back up and grab a pear. You may have only eaten lunch less than a couple hours ago, but you frequently seem to find yourself snacking on one thing or another. Probably the vegetarian diet. But that had been slowly changing.

Originally, the only time you seem to get anything that was once alive into you was when Rarity was working and got in 'the zone'. She sometimes wanted to be left alone, free of distractions, which allowed you to head out and do whatever. Occasionally, you would walk to the river that ran through town and do a little fishing. Your scaly prey had a relatively undisturbed population, but it wasn't as large as you expected it to be.

The situation as a whole felt a little awkward right from the start. Since ponies were herbivores, no one in Ponyville sold or built fishing poles that you knew of. Rarity did happen to mention that her father had a rod that he picked up somewhere while on vacation a long time ago. She suggested to check with him, but you didn't want to be a bother. The idea of asking him to lend it to you crossed your mind, but you were never a fan of borrowing things lest you forget to return them. Plus, if you wanted to get your hands on something badly enough, you were going to get it yourself just to prove that you could, no matter how silly it may have sounded.

The best you could do in such a predicament was a long stick with a carved pointed end, and you felt as silly as you looked. The first few times you brought your makeshift spear to the river, you were worried that some ponies may see you as a barbarian, what with stabbing living creatures and turning them into a meal.

Still, most knew that Fluttershy fed a few of her critters fish. Circle of life and all that. It wasn't easy on you in the beginning, but upon realizing that nopony was getting on your case about it, you found yourself happily heading to the river more and more often when Rarity gave you the chance, and luckily, the frequency with which you caught your prey remained high. Once you got better at it, that is.

Unfortunately, tapping into your inner caveman when you first went out there was likely the clumsiest, most irritating thing you had ever done, and it took you several throws to even get anywhere near anything. There was a reason you were rarely asked to join in any sporting activities when you were younger; you were never very coordinated with anything athletic. Seems that hadn't changed a bit over the years. Well, save for the fun times with Rarity. Even some of the onlookers who noticed your difficulties offered to just snatch one up for you out of pity.

But no! You had to do this yourself, no matter how infuriated it made you! Considering how small and steady the river was, there were times you thought you were going to burst a vein. Whether it would be from rage or embarrassment remained to be seen. After ten minutes of frustration, a tap on the leg pulled you away. A bottle of wine sat beside you, and the plum-colored mare who must have pulled it from the grocery bag she was carrying gave you a wink before trotting off without saying a word.

Yeah, yeah, you needed to cool off and alcohol was good for that. It was also a fairly standard way to deal with the excruciating boredom that came with fishing. At least, that's what movies and stand-up comedians on Earth always said. How would Berry Punch have known that? Eh, whatever. You didn't open it but decided to hold onto it anyway. Rarity may like some later though you didn't know if it was a brand she preferred. She was the connoisseur, not you.

After taking a few minutes to relax and collect yourself, your patient fourth throw finally snagged one. Your first catch! The joyful scream you let out probably would have woken half the neighborhood if it was night.

It took a couple tries – and a couple more fish – to get the scaling and gutting down right as you never fished back home, which didn't sit well with Rarity. You suspect she was more worried about dirtying up her kitchen more than the fact that you had a dead flounder in front of you and were intent on eating it.

Tossing your first edible catch into the pan was one of the most mouth-watering things you had smelled since arriving in Equestria, once you learned the intricacies of cooking them thanks to a book you borrowed from Twilight. Considering how sick undercooked seafood could make a person – and likely a pony, if they ate them at all – it was imperative that you were able to cook it like a pro.

Initially, it was hard for you to believe that she had such information. Then again, there were civilized meat-eaters like griffons that lived in Equestria, so it made a bit of sense that the bookworm would take it upon herself to stock such reading material just to have it.

Now that you think about it, before the get-together with your lovely lady in the sauna, you dreaded asking her if it was alright for you to do such things that some may consider questionable in pony society. But, once your feelings for each other came to the surface, you found it a lot easier to discuss more delicate matters, and much to your surprise, she was okay with the fishing. That earned her a hearty kiss on the check at the time.

The aroma that ended up permeating throughout the boutique bothered her early on as well. However, as time passed, she learned to deal with it. Rarity understood that, every so often, you wanted something meat-related in your belly. Plus, seeing how satisfied it made you made her happy. She loved seeing you smile, and generally on the nights following a fishy dinner, you were a little more frisky in bed. A win-win for both parties, and she won the lottery that evening!

That first bit of success was nearly as euphoric as some of the more mind-blowing orgasms Rarity would get out of you, and your first taste of flesh in over eight months was even more so. Ever since, you found yourself pulling her aside to make crazy, energetic love to her more and more, an unexpected and welcome surprise to the unicorn. Seemed the way to a man's heart really was through his stomach, despite the fact that she had no hoof in any of it other than some supportive words.

You take the final bite of what's left of your pear and toss it in the trash, trying to figure out what to do next. You walk into the lobby and glance around. The gems in their trunks are stocked up. Rarity had been working on a customer's order late yesterday and, judging by how far along the outfit on the dummy in the middle of the store was, it looked to be near completion, so she probably wouldn't need your assistance with that. You don't believe any fabric rolls were running low; you had just replaced a couple last week. The rest of the place looked pretty clean.

It was unusual seeing the store closed up during the week before it got near dusk. While most places didn't even lock their doors at night, given how peaceful Ponyville was, Rarity didn't want to risk losing any gems or clothes to potential thieves who would likely turn them for a hefty profit. However, she did say this morning that she wanted to close up extra early today. Apparently, your girlfriend has a special evening planned for you and didn't want any interruptions past lunch.

Plus, regardless of whatever the surprise may be, you can't deny that she works hard and deserves a break every so often. Nothing wrong with that.

The clock on the wall said twenty after one. Without anything noticeable to occupy yourself with, you shrug and find a sheet of paper on her work desk. Grabbing a quill, you write out a note and leave it on the kitchen table, saying that you were upstairs taking a nap. May as well get some rest for tonight, even if it's only a short while. You knew how most special evenings played out, so it wouldn't hurt to have a little extra energy.

About thirty-five minutes went by before Rarity enters through the laundry room in the back. She calls out for you upon arriving in the kitchen a moment later but receives no response. On her way to the lobby, she happens upon the note you left for her. A devilish grin forms on her lips as she finishes reading it.

Not wanting to accidentally run into you downstairs and ruin the sneaky little plan she just cooked up, Rarity stealthily peers into the central room. No sign of you. Excellent! Carefully, she makes her way up the stairs to her bedroom, doing her best not to make a sound. Once she gets to her room, she finds you laying there safe and sound in your cushy king-size bed.

Having you stay at her place brought the added bonus of needing to replace her old bed for a larger – and subsequently more comfortable – one to accommodate your height. The custom-made furniture cost a pretty bit, but it was worth it in the end. Amusingly enough, even though you both could stretch out thanks to its sheer size, you usually ended up using barely half of the bed, content with curling up together most nights and mornings. There was no better way to start the day to the young mare than waking up being spooned. Though, it wasn't always an alarm clock that woke her. Ahhh, those were good days.

With a gentle pull from her magic, she slowly removes the sheet and quietly tosses it on the floor. Mischievously, she looks over your naked body, finding you exactly as she expected. Her horn comes to life again and her light blue aura encircles you, lifting you just slightly and delicately turning you onto your back. Fortunately for Rarity's ploy, you're slumbering deeply enough for her to do her thing.

She releases you back onto the cloud-like mattress like a newborn. Satisfied with your positioning, your naughty marefriend walks to the foot of the bed and crawls onto it, slinking her way between your parted legs and laying comfortably on her stomach. She comes to rest a hair's length from your also-sleeping member and glances devilishly up at your face before leaning over to blow softly on your limp flesh.

A deep breath escapes your unconscious lips, and Rarity stifles a giggle. Grabbing onto it with her magic, she raises your pride and drags her tongue slowly up the underside and to the tip. She plants a gentle kiss and slides your flaccid dick between her lips, methodically taking her time so as not to wake you if at all possible.

With each bob of her head, she feels your manhood stiffen bit by bit inside her mouth. The warmth of your shaft elicits a quiet moan from her busy lips as, especially lately, she craves the taste of your cock as well as what came with it, given the right amount of stimulation of course.

Wanting a taste of your seed as you slept, Rarity gets slightly aggressive, but her moist, swirling tongue begins to stir you. A long groan escapes you, and a deep breath fills your lungs.

Rubbing your eyes, you mutter, "I'm up, I'm up."

Rarity takes a moment to give your dick one last, long slurp and slips it from her mouth. The sun peering in through the window makes the fresh coat of saliva shimmer just brightly enough for her to see, allowing her to admire her work. She takes a hold of you with her hoof and strokes it lovingly. Your eyes come together, and she looks positively ravenous.

"Indeed you are, darling," she quips, licking her lips.

"Ha ha. Funny girl."

Releasing you, she climbs overtop your belly and chest, plopping herself onto your body and never taking her eyes off you. Your fingers run through her soft mane while your other hand firmly squeezes her rump. Tugging lightly, you pull on her mane and passionately suck on her neck. She takes in a near-inaudible breath and half-closes her eyes as you attack one of her sweet spots.

"You get what you needed done?" you ask once you've finished teasing her.

Her tail brushes up against your nether region in response, teasing you right back.

"Almost."

Wiggling as she went, Rarity slides down your stomach and your hips meet. She sits up slightly to bring your cock out from behind and holds it in front of her. She presses it firmly up against her coat and strokes you intimately. Your hands dance up and down her ivory form, delicately caressing her back, her hips, her ass.

She lays your dick against your skin and inches herself up. Her pussy's slick lips slide along your shaft, soaking it with another layer of her fluids as she grinds her hips against you. Biting your lip, you worry that, if she continues this for much longer, you're going to blow your top before you'd like.

Seeing the building pleasure evident on your face, Rarity lifts herself up again and guides your throbbing rod into her hole, slowly and deliberately. She needs to feel your seed but, like you, doesn't want it to end too quickly. When she has your entirety inside, she pauses and leans in, rubbing her hooves through the wispy hair on your chest. You pull her close, holding her head in place, and kiss her deeply.

The feisty mare returns your attack, probing your mouth and twirling her tongue together with yours. Both your breathing and hers begin to get heavy. The only things your minds can focus on at all are the sensations: An aggressive oral battle, the soft tickles of a white coat on bare skin, a strong hand squeezes a rump, your wet heat burning together.

As much as you don't want her to, Rarity breaks the kiss, already short of breath, and rests her hooves on your belly. Not wanting to put off feeling your cock repeatedly plunging into her any longer, and deciding your dick has had enough of a breather, she arches her back and drives her haunches down. You grab hold of her hips and subtly help your lover as she rises and falls on your manhood.

Little by little, Rarity can feel her orgasm building up inside her and hisses through her teeth as she goes. Pounding faster and forcefully now, she is almost bounced off of you thanks to the soft, springy mattress. Much to her delight, the extra tiny bit of air just makes you slam deeper and harder into her, squeaking a cry of ecstasy from her lips with each crash of your hips.

She thoroughly enjoys being on top more than 'pony style', as Equestrians like to call it. It gives her some semblance of control and dominance that she can't get in most other positions. You like it a lot too. Sometimes just watching her enthusiasm and wanton desire face to face was enough to get you to fire your load into her. Plus, it was less work for you.

You and Rarity are too engulfed in each other to notice the rhythmic creaks coming from the bed. Unfortunately, the loud knock at the back door of the boutique manages to distract you both, if only for a second.

Let them knock. You've got things to do. Like pleasuring your girlfriend.

Disregarding the visitor, Rarity resumes her rapid pace. She knows she's about to cum; she needs to. She gasps louder and harder with each thrust inside her, and you can feel her pussy gripping onto you for dear life as she nears climax.

But then, a familiar voice from downstairs grinds your raging passion to a screeching halt.

"Rarity? You home?"

It takes the unicorn a moment to come down off her high. She didn't expect the guest to stick her head in the door, but who it is was usually always welcome. Unfortunately, she has incredibly lousy timing right now.

"Pinkie?" Rarity mutters, her heart still racing. "She's done already?"

"What do you mean?" you gasp, trying to catch your breath as well.

"I had asked her to put together an ice cream cake a few days ago for tonight. Something for later on this evening after we come home from our date." She hollers to the pink pony, "I'm up here, Pinkie! Be down in a few minutes!"

"Okay!"

"I asked her to bring it over when she was done putting the finishing touches on it, but I guess she was already close to being done when I stopped by earlier to check with her," she continued. A disappointed whine escapes her lips as she falls onto your chest, wishing that your erotic session could continue. "Always when you're in the middle of something, isn't it?"

"Or when something's in the middle of you!"

"Oh, that was just terrible," she giggles, playfully poking at you. Reluctantly, she climbs off and hops off the bed, trotting toward the bathroom.

Stretching and groaning mostly in annoyance, you too gradually sit up and drag yourself to the edge of the bed, honestly not wanting to leave the heavenly mattress. You were sleeping before being so rudely woken up by your girlfriend's mouth gobbling your dick. Although, not feeling her body against yours left you feeling a bit empty. Just cuddling together for that brief moment, or any other moments for that matter, was comforting and reassuring. Simply put, it was nice.

You hear Rarity turn the sink on in the other room, and a moment later, she comes out levitating two warm, wet washcloths next to a pair of small, dry towels. Yeah, may as well clean up a bit before greeting the party girl. It takes you an extra minute or two longer than Rarity to finish wiping yourself off; she left you especially wet today.

Once the two of you are done, Rarity snatches them with her magic, intent on bringing them down to the laundry. That had been the only real downside to you living with her; the linens had to be washed about three times as much as they used to be when she lived alone, and the amount of paper towels and spray cleaner you used on various counter tops, spots on the rug, the tiles on the kitchen floor and the like was nothing short of staggering.

As she holds the cloths off to the side, she takes a brush from her vanity and fixes her curvy purple mane. While she unnecessarily pretties herself up – not that she ever needs to in your eyes – you snatch up the clothes you left draped over one of the unused ponyquinns and get dressed.

You manage to get yourself straightened up before Rarity is done grooming herself. Not much a surprise to you there. She did always take her time to make sure she looked absolutely perfect. Feeling satisfied with her mane, she replaces her mane brush and joins you on the way downstairs. Just before leaving the room, you lean in and steal a quick kiss on her cheek. Giggling, she turns to see you still bent down and meets your lips with her own.