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Friday Night Saturday Morning

By Uh-hmmm
Created: 2020-12-19 00:36:36
Expiry: Never

anon rarity

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> Your job at the boutique doesn't pay by the hour
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> Business rises and falls often enough that a salary is necessary to keep food consistently on the table
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> Fridays are a little odd
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> The day time is filled with mending and fitting and last minute purchases
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> After about 6 PM it goes dead
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> Rarity busies herself with the commission for next week, idly swapping around bolts of cloth
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> By seven you have already swept the floor, organized the bobbins, and generally done everything you possibly could
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> You stand in the middle of the sales floor, trying to remember any other little tasks you could do
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> Rarity looks up from her work
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> " Er, Anon, what are you still doing here? It's Friday night, shouldn't you be getting ready to go out with your friends?"
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> You give her a rueful smile
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"That sounds like a fine way to pass the time, but I lack the prerequisites. Until then, hanging out in here is enough for me."
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> You decide to just lie down on the floor, and stifle a moan as your back straightens out
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> You hear the rustle of cloth and some muffled hoofsteps
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> "Are you comfortable like that?"
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> You him in affirmative, your eyes closed in contentment
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"Very."
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> After a series of scuffs and shuffles, you hear her let out a feminine sigh
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> You turn your head to see the fashion horse prone on her back, hooves stretched above her head
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> "Anonymous, darling, you never told me this was so decadent!"
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"Glad you like it."
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> You yawn and settle your back for fully onto the floor
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> This is nice
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> Your eyelids start to droop
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> "Anonymous, I find myself quite unwilling to move. Be a dear and hang up the closed sign, would you?"
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> With a grunt you get to your feet and stagger to do her bidding
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> After you lock the door, you lie down next to her again
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> That little bout of physical activity finished what had been started
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> Your eyes close as your breathing deepens
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> The morning sun percolates through the drapes, lightly warming your face
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> You open your eyes groggily, idly sensing something odd
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> Memories return as you recognize the ceiling of your workplace
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> The next thing to register is a warm, supple weight on your chest
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> You look down upon the sleeping face of Rarity, cushioned on your pectoral
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> Too cute
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> You raise a hand slowly, and lightly stroke her mane
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> So silky
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> She stirs, and you let your hand drop back to your side
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> You could watch those sleep-addled eyes forever
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> All at once she springs up off of you and takes a few steps away
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> She clears her throat awkwardly, a blush upon her cheeks, and for some reason she's having a hard time meeting your gaze
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> "Good, ah, morning, yes. Good morning Anonymous. I trust that you slept well?"
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> Her pupils shrink as she realizes what she said
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"Very well indeed, thank you."
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> Rarity dashes off into her bedroom, her face getting redder by the second
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> You rise slowly, stretching and smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothes
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> You amble on over to the kitchen and set about making pancakes
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> Some time later, Rarity emerges and pokes her head into the kitchen
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> "Pancakes, Anonymous? How delightfully domestic, I had no idea you could cook."
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> You shrug
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"Given that my digestive system is a bit different than most ponies, I sorta have to."
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> You pull out the platter of pancakes from the oven and set it on the table
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> It is soon joined by butter and syrup and table settings
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> Rarity is still having a hard time making eye contact, and breakfast passes in an awkward silence
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> She ends up floating the dishes to the sink
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> "It's the least I could do, darling."
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> She keeps glancing at you, to which you can only raise an inquisitive eyebrow
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> The last dish done, she finally faces you head on
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> "So who is helping you, Anonymous?"
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> A little puzzled at her question, you reply,
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"You are?"
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> Rarity shakes her head
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> "You are far too charming for me to believe you haven't been coached upon winning my affections."
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> You sit down heavily
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"You think I'm charming?"
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> You feel your face heat up
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> Her eyes widen, and a blush rises to her cheeks as well
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> Just then the doorbell rings
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> After an awkward pause, both of you get up to answer the door
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> A flustered glance later, you stay back and let her see who it is
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> Fluttershy, apparently
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> You hear her mumble something about a spa, and Rarity gives you an apologetic look
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> "Mind the store while we're gone, won't you?"
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> You sketch a bow
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"As you wish, Rarity."
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> She smiles a little at that, and leaves with her friend
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> As silence settles in the store, you know one thing
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> Next Friday evening will be a bit more interesting