10000netherworlds | Continuation Threads

True, it was a big castle, but she would rather not get caught in such a...compromising position considering just how many ponies were wandering around or may even have the same idea they did.

Rarity simply rolled her eyes before letting him lead her off to the dance floor. He was right, they were going to be the envy of every single pony in attendance in one way or another. "True, it may, but I think this will suffice for now Darling."

The song struck up and she was more than happy to let Zetta take the lead on the song, matching him easily as they danced.

"Perhaps, but I'd rather like to earn whatever titles are bestowed upon me." She smiled a little. Though, one might argue she had every right to whatever title might come her way because of him. "Flattery get's you everywhere Darling."

"...And perhaps we shall ask Luna or Celestia about titles later, after the Gala."

Zetta had no real skill at dancing, it must be admitted. That rarely came up in the Netherworld. But he had physical aptitude, so he relied on that. If he had no fancy moves in his arsenal, at least he would look good and not step on her hooves.

"You ever wonder if we make each other too arrogant?" He grinned, the question a complete joke. They deserved to be every bit as arrogant as they were!

"Hmph, then I'm the one who should earn a title for accomplishing the impossible." Meaning winning her heart, of course.

"And I know. I've been everywhere and plan to go back."

"Maybe you should. Though, what that title may be I haven't the faintest." Though give her the right motivation and she might think of a few. Some of them may not be usable within polite society however.

"Someone sounds self assured. What if I decide to make you work for such a privilege again. Then what might you do?" She's teasing of course.

When it became apparent that he had the basics, she gently guided him through a few more complicated steps. Nothing overly exhausting or out of his comfort zone. Perhaps some night they would engage in dance lessons. She would be more than happy to teach of course. But, what they were doing.. was definitely something others may envy even if that envy was more for the couple dancing than the dance itself.

"I don't wonder, I know." She smiled and knew that he tended to bring out a side of her most others didn't, even if he was joking about it.

"Remind you that if you work me too hard to earn the privilege, I might not be able to work hard while enjoying the privilege. And I think you appreciate my hard work there more."

Zetta expected that she would play coy from time to time. All part of the necessary power balance between the pair of them. She had to assert her dominance every so often... and he knew perfectly well that she would yield in the end.

"So long as you don't mind." In a way, this was his mark on her, the little bit of demonic corruption that distinguished her from other ponies.

Not that she'd ever change too much, as well he knew. He followed her lead on the more complicated steps, still drawing heavily on that speed of his. "For the record," he mused, "I'm surprised at how much wings don't get in the way."

"Hm.. you may have a point Darling." Of course she would yield in the end, that was the fun part of their dance with one another. A beautiful waltz of playing coy and getting him worked up until neither one of them could take it anymore.

"Then I guess I won't work you too hard."

"I think that if I minded at this point, you would know about it." Rarity didn't quite view it as corruption, simply... him rubbing off on her in more ways than one. She continued to guide them through the dance, making use of his speed and polishing his moves with a little of her grace and finesse.

"For you maybe. I'm going to have to go through and retailor your suits to allow for wings."

In his case, that was not difficult at all. His ferocious attraction to her was unfeigned, real, abiding, and burning. While she might have once feared that finally giving him what he wanted might have made him less interested in it, the exact opposite had happened.

"Sure you will. During, not before."

He grinned, absolutely enjoying the 'scandal' of talking with her about such things in the moments leading up to his coronation.

Pride was a sin! And truthfully, he didn't want to drive a wedge in her friendships with other ponies just because he was encouraging her to have an ego the size of Equestria.

"You say that as if you mind." He stepped along with her, nimble for all his size and determined to make them look like the best couple on the floor in skill as well as looks. Of course, he had a long way to go there, but at least he was giving it his all. "Hmm, that reminds me -- I'm going to end up having to open the castle up a bit since I'm actually a reigning monarch here now... what do you say about officially moving in?"

Rarity missed a step suddenly but quickly regained her footing and lead within the dance as she glanced up at him. "Officially move in? Darling, I practically live there now."

She smiled a little and moved them effortlessly into another dance. "I would love to make it official however, specially if you are going to open the castle. Perhaps you may even let me redecorate a few rooms."

"Hmph, I always liked you in the red and gold one." Now there was a statement that had a couple of meanings. "But it's a big castle. You can have a whole wing if you like. Make it yours. As much as you're willing to stay there."

Having him loose interest was something she had feared, among many other things. To have it be otherwise was a pleasant surprise and one she was gradually learning to enjoy with every new opportunity. Part of her was a little scandalized that their conversation was taking place at such a momentous event.. then again, perhaps she would be worried if he wasn't flirting with her.

"We shall see darling."

Those couple of meanings made her blush faintly and really, she couldn't argue. "An entire wing? I think I can most definitely work with that. You may never get me to leave." As if she would ever want to.

Her fear might have been logical once, but intentionally or not, her hard-to-get act and the months of effort he'd put into breaking it down had glued him to her past any possibility of simple lack of interest. Maybe it was luck, maybe it was fate. Whichever, he found it pretty glorious.

Apropos of nothing, a thought struck him. "Hey, you're also official fashion designer for royalty now. Living a dream, huh?"

"Sounds perfect to me, then." Also, score! He got her to blush, always a sight worth seeing. The onlookers probably thought he'd said something scandalous to elicit it, which amused him all the more to consider.

Just as she couldn't dream of loosing interest in him either. Quite frankly no other stallion could really compare and to think, she didn't like him in the beginning. Things definitely have changed since then.

"Hm.. I suppose you're right. It was a dream of mine once and it's never too late to realize a dream."

The onlookers definitely thought that and whispered to themselves about such potentially scandalous comment. What little did they know...

Rarity shook her head faintly, smiling. "Of course it does Darling. This means you cannot get away whenever I feel inspired to make you a new suit as well."

"There will be a lot of being unable to get away. For both of us." Which of course neither of them had seriously attempted in quite a while. "I think we'll both end up better-dressed on our off days than most people in Canterlot on their best!"

"Hyaaa ha ha ha ha! That means something completely different to a guy with dream magic, you know." He leaned in, slipping a hoof under her chin to grin at her slyly. "Any OTHER dreams you want realized?"

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