Rarity never was a... fetish sort of person. Plain old vanilla pleasures worked just fine for her, until as expected, she got bored of them. A lady can explore that domain without being scrutinized, right?

A passing mention of this to Fluttershy soon reached Twilight, who simply seemed to disappear for a few days then returned, only leaving a small bottle at her Boutique with a note attached to it, saying to try it when she's alone...

It's closing time, no one's home, and she has an entire night to herself...
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Contains minor growth. First attempt at writing a fetish fic. Title sucks, I know. MIGHT do more with this story later.