It was a cold night in Ponyville. Winter was on its way, and in preparation the Pegasi of Cloudsdale had sent a harsh wind to notify the birds of the fact. Signs flapped and wooden doors whistled with life brought on by the gale. For one pony, however, the night was not so cold. In fact, it was hot; very hot. Twilight Sparkle was lying in her bed, but not reading; no. This time she was doing something that none expected somebody like her to be doing.
Twilight slowly caressed herself with her delicate fingers, her legs kicking and twitching in spasms of bliss, as she thought of the images that she had seen Rainbow Dash looking at in the Library when she thought Twilight wasn’t looking. Twilight’s hands made their way down her front, resting on her inner thighs as she lightly moaned, her blush getting hotter and becoming far more apparent.
Her fingers began to gently caress and rub the soft, pink folds between her thighs; causing her to moan near silently. She continued her rubbing with several fingers, carefully moving the other hand's to tease the hardening, reddening mound that was her clit. She remembered the images of the beautiful mares, how they had moaned and looked so happy when they were spanked – how their masters had grinned wickedly when the whips slapped wetly against their sweat-soaked breasts. “Oh, sweet Celestia, I want it…I want it so bad..!” Twilight moaned, longing to feel the same sharp smack on her flank.
She began rubbing harder on her clit as her fingers probed the entrance of her love hole, teasing it and stroking it. “I want it so bad…” Twilight murmured, moaning louder. She slowly stuck her index and middle fingers inside herself, still rubbing and lightly squeezing her clit, making her moan considerably louder as an electrifying sensation of heat flooded her veins; causing her legs to spasm and twitch and her toes to curl.
“Please…please give it to me…Ooh…Yes! I’m such a slut…and I need to be… Ah! Punished…” Twilight moaned, pushing her fingers in and out of her now dripping wet pussy, all the while rubbing her clit faster. Her heart thumping in her chest, Twilight continued feeding herself the images of pain; the seductresses and their whips, the ropes taut around a woman's ankles, all the images serving their purpose in turning her on even more. Twilight rubbed faster, thrust her fingers harder, anything she could do to quicken the arrival of the wave of relief just around the corner.
Then, rather suddenly, her mind went blank; the one sensation in life that she experienced with almost no conscious input, just pure blinding ecstasy, had begun. Her legs twitched and wriggled as her arms locked. Her whole body shook as her dripping pussy gushed. She screamed “Please, hurt me bad!” as her orgasm thundered through her; annihilating every thought in her mind for a brief moment.
Basking in the afterglow of her powerful orgasm, she was still mumbling to herself when the receptor on her finger whirred slower before the noise was gone altogether. Twilight raised her arm as best she could, fatigued to the extreme, and untied the straps on her hand-held device. It was a vibrator of sorts, it would respond to the magical feedback that magicians gave out during sex (but usually used for masturbation) and the magic would make the little egg-like device buzz and vibrate.
The device let out a defiant twitch of power as Twilight ghosted her hand over her clit for a brief moment, the small nub now sore from all the vigorous attention. Twilight finally collapsed in a soggy heap in her bed, unable to move. She was panting like an Olympic runner and her hair was as ruffled as a hair could be. Twilight’s fantasies had been growing even lewder and kinkier lately, not that she was complaining; it made for mind melting orgasms, but she was nevertheless curious as to why they were so… potent.
She made a tired effort at a mental note to talk to Rarity about it, Rarity knew her stuff when it came to women, before completely collapsing in bed and falling into a deep and renewing slumber.
Little did Twilight know that not long after Twilight’s orgasm had wracked through her and momentarily shattered her mind, a certain indigo haired fashion designer nearby was feeling a similar sensation.
Rarity’s mind flashed before the sound of her screeching and lewd moan broke its way through the haze into her ear drums. Rarity’s sheets were, too, soaked with her pleasure juices and were not getting exactly drying as her twitching spasms and shakes made her leak even more.
Her mind slowly pieced itself together as the room became level again, and not sideways, upside down or in twelve segments. She’d finished recovering from her orgasm and, more practiced than her bookish counterpart, regained her energy quicker. Rarity slowly got up and wandered towards the bathroom, climbing in the shower and adjusting the nobs to get just the right, refreshing temperature.
Her pussy still ached from the orgasm as she slowly slid her hands along her body, washing the muscles back into comfort and cleaning off all the sweat. As Rarity let the water flow through her hair, soaking her skin and drizzling its way down her front and between her breasts, she thought of the sweet and sexy girl that had become the object of her fantasies lately. She sighed and oozed into a puddle of grinning woman on the floor as Twilight flooded her mind, making her heart beat more prominently.
Rarity decided she’d had enough of admiring from afar, the way Twilight shook her hips as she walked, the way her sweet eyes would bore into Rarity's own and her arms would cross when she was nervous made her deliciously adorable. Rarity couldn’t take much more and decided, there and then, as the rest of Ponyville slept peacefully, that she would speak to Twilight of her feelings toward the innocent and sweet girl the next day.
With that passionate determination she was famous for, among other things, she lay down in her bed and closed her eyes; her mind full of what she would do to Twilight if she felt the same. “Oh that girl has no idea what she’s in for!” Rarity whispered to herself, excitedly before she too fell asleep in a pile of happy fatigue.
That morning Twilight slowly opened her eyes to the intrusive beams of sunlight cracking through her curtains and illuminating the room. She was thankful, however, that she had remembered to close the curtains in the first place; she wasn’t exactly on the ball last night.
Spike entered Twilight’s room with a sandwich and a cup of warm herbal tea, smiling at Twilight. He looked at her mane, which was creating shapes never before seen in nature, and snickered; “Must’ve been a heck of a dream, Twilight!” The young teen snorted as he set Twilight’s breakfast down by the bed.
Twilight smiled at her exuberant assistant and sighed comfortably as she fell back into the inviting bed sheets, that were…damp? Why the hay are they damp? Twilight asked herself, but before she could ask Spike if Pinkie had hid a water balloon in her bed again while she was sleeping her memory came flooding back.
As she remembered what she’d said, the noises she’d made and all the lustful wishes she’d made in her sexual intoxication she slammed her hand to her mouth; as to avoid saying anything that might prematurely take away the poor, baffled assistant’s innocence.
“What? Is it something on my face?” Spike fussed, as he crossed his eyes and explored with his hands to find whatever it was to no avail. Twilight quickly grabbed his hand and put on her best reassuring smile, but it appeared to have the same effect that clown makeup might have.
“Nothing’s up Spike, I’m just…Ah…Oh yes! I remembered that I need to send something to Princess Celestia is all.”
Twilight’s smile may have convinced Spike, or maybe he was just not interested enough to care, but somehow he accepted Twilight’s scapegoat and nodded; “Alright, Twilight, I’ll be in the main hall if you want me for somethin’.” And with that Spike closed the door behind him, heading toward the main cloister of the library to fetch that old book on recipes – he was feeling hungry.
Twilight had seldom experienced such relief in her life, but as she relaxed and breathed out a pent up sigh she remembered the mental note she made, blushing at the recollection of the reason for her proposed visit in the first place.
Twilight got out of bed, having finished her breakfast, as she reminisced about last night and why Rarity was the first thing to clamber out of the mess that was her pleasure stricken mind. She levitated her quill and parchment, writing down the note and pinning it to her desk before heading off to wash.
As she did this, she was, again, unaware of Rarity’s doppelganger actions less than a mile away.
Rarity hopped out of her dressing room, posing in the mirrors; seeing the fabric run along her firm and taut leg muscles, accentuating her hips, but not so much as to draw attention to it, only enough to give those walking behind her a great day.
The dress hugged her toned and smooth belly and gave her breasts a newfound appeal, looking larger and far sexier when squashed by the fabric, not to mention her surprise for Twilight underneath. “Oh, Rarity, you are all woman! I have to look perfect for Twilight and this is as close as I’ll get before people start bowing!” Rarity was not displeased at the thought, however; perhaps Twilight could help her with her curiosity on that matter.
Rarity had already begun preparations for the lunch that the two were planning to share, Twilight having already called to say she wanted to come over to talk, and was just stirring the leek and asparagus broth before her doorbell jingled, making her heart flutter with excitement.
As Rarity wandered over to the doorway, she adjusted her hair and her dress; making sure it was just so, Twilight deserved her at her best of course. Twilight smiled happily as Rarity opened the door for her, the pair of them looking slightly nervous as Twilight stammered out a greeting; “H-Hi Rarity, may I come in?”
Rarity slowly wandered toward the kitchen after opening the door, making sure to give Twilight a prefect view of her pendulum like ass, swinging and swaying with her hips as she sauntered across the room “But of course, Twilight darling, I was just preparing our food.” She made a special effort to put as much emphasis on darling as possible.
Rarity grabbed the wine bottle and a few glasses, the pair chinking as she again sauntered over to the table where Twilight had placed herself. Twilight was fidgeting slightly, extremely nervous, as Rarity poured her a glass of wine and whispered “I’m going until you stop me, darling”. Although the comment was regarding how much wine Twilight wanted it still made her shiver with excitement. She wasn’t sure what she enjoyed more, the words or the fact that Rarity breathed them to her right by her ear.
“Now…” Rarity interrupted, “What is it that you wanted to discuss, dear?” Rarity batted her eyelids, smirking slightly at Twilight’s growing blush and obvious reaction to Rarity’s extremely sexy get up and persona.
Finally, after staring at Rarity’s amazing bust for a brief moment, Twilight coughed and reasserted herself slightly; “Yes, I came to talk to you about some… things, let’s call them, I’ve had lately.” Rarity slowly nodded, looking interested but also hungering for something. Twilight continued; “Lately, when I’ve been… playing-with-myself,” Twilight said in a rushed tone, blushing like crazy. All Rarity could do was put on a sadistic grin, loving the sweet look on the purple haired girl’s face as talked about such things, she was already getting wet.
Twilight quickly moved on “…I-I’ve been having certain thoughts… thoughts of pain and, a-and leather.” Twilight looked down toward the end of the sentence, hoping to hide from her friend’s reaction. Her friend, however, could not have had a more positive reaction; Rarity, taking a sip of wine, slowly stood up and sauntered toward Twilight, the crevice between her thighs already making plain its anticipation.
Rarity looked into Twilight’s eyes as she sat next to her, putting her hand on her cheek; “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed” and leaned in for a wet and loving kiss. Twilight couldn’t do anything but enjoy the kiss, and she was giving it her all to do so. Part of her told her to get away, to stop, but her body was begging for somebody to touch her; to run their hands along her skin, and to hurt her.
Rarity, seeming like an angel sent down to pleasure her, had already unstrapped her dress from her shoulders and pulled it over her head as Twilight watched in awe and arousal. Twilight’s jaw betrayed her and dropped, allowing her tongue to loll about desperately searching for Rarity’s tongue as Rarity leant back down, back into the ferocious kiss.
Rarity grinned at Twilight as she whispered, eyes closed almost all the way; her eyelashes tickling Twilight’s forehead and cheeks, “You really are fond of being the bottom dog, aren’t you sweetheart?” Rarity cooed as she ground her hips against Twilight’s and her breasts pushing against Twilight’s through the confines of her own white lace bra.
Rarity’s body and smell were intoxicating. Twilight was almost drunk on the fumes, so to speak, and just nodded dumbly; hands running along Rarity’s curvaceous thighs. Rarity smiled and drove her tongue into Twilight’s mouth, running her hands along the purple haired girl’s cheek and neck. She gave a light squeeze when she reached Twilight’s throat, but not enough of a squeeze for Twilight to be in pain.
Rarity moved her hand lower and gripped Twilight’s shoulder lightly, pulling slightly out of the kiss so as to be able to speak; “I bet all you want is somebody to give you a spanking, hmm?” Twilight shuddered at the blissful words, but nodded. Rarity grinned, Twilight now putty in her hands, and rested her hand on the small of her back; leaning back in for a kiss, but this time pushing Twilight over so she was on her back on the floor, and Rarity was on top of her. Twilight just moaned and let Rarity do the things she had been silently begging to have done to her for months.
Rarity began tugging at the buttons on Twilight’s shirt, slowly revealing the object of her fantasies to herself. Twilight, the mare she had been longing for since the day they met, was just lying on the floor ready for everything Rarity could throw at her; and she was going to throw quite a bit at her.
Twilight’s shirt now off, Rarity ripped off the bra and smiled as the perky breasts came into view with a slight wobble from the hasty removal of the bra. Twilight blushed heavily, which made Rarity even wetter, and tried to cover herself. However, before Twilight could get close to doing so; Rarity stopped her and leaned down, gently licking the small pink peaks of her firm breasts.
Rarity then, as if nothing had happened, stopped and got up; a grin making its way across her face.
Twilight’s confusion only served to increase the grin’s size as Rarity whispered seductively to her; “Twilight…” I must be careful here Rarity thought to herself, “…I want to hurt you… and I know you want me to hurt you.” Rarity was slowly continuing with caution, but Twilight was hanging on her every word; her pussy staining her panties.
Twilight nodded and moaned “Yes… I want you to make me feel like a-a… like a…” Twilight could barely bring herself to say it; “…A Bitch…” she admitted. Rarity’s eyes shone with glee as Twilight fulfilled all her late night fantasies with a single sentence. Rarity leant down and spoke seductively, licking her lips in anticipation like a lioness eyeing its prey; “Then you must act like a bitch, my dear. And I have just the thing to inspire your inner slut.”
Twilight gasped with excitement, her heart fluttering as her panties dripped; crying out for some contact. “Yes Rarity.” Rarity interrupted, however, “A bitch does not speak to others as if she were on the same level, you must call me Madame Rarity; do you understand?” Twilight nodded quickly and bolted up “Yes, Madame Rarity.” Rarity grinned again, “Good… We’re going to have a lot of fun, my little bitch.” She cooed.
