Twirity
"Oh, come now, he was awful!" Rarity protested as Twilight hit her with an accusing gaze. What was the point of the two of them hitting the finest establishments Canterlot had to offer if Rarity was going to keep - and she hesitated to use such a crude term - cockblocking her. Twilight would be the first to admit that that last one had been a bit creepy, but the one before seemed fine to her!
"I thought we were out to have some fun, Rarity? Am I doing it wrong? Dash keeps telling me this is what I should be doing!" Twilight complained, taking another gulp of her excessively expensive wine. Not that Twilight had ever really cared about money - a life of basically being supported by royalty would do that to a person. Rarity readily admitted her admiration for Twilight in that respect - that despite being offered everything, she took so little. Relatively, anyway, Rarity appended as she watched Twilight finish off another glass. That girl really needed to learn to pace herself.
"Twilight, darling, you're not just anypony. You're Twilight Sparkle, you could have any stallion you wanted!" Rarity paused, before adding "Or mare, if you're into that! You don't need nobodies like that!"
Twilight considered it while she poured herself another glass, leaning against the short table the two friends occupied for support. The bar around them was, she had to admit, not really her kind of place - the loud music and louder ponies were offputting, and the last time she'd drunk this much in one night was quite some time ago. Many years, in fact. The night of her final year magic exam. Even with a hangover, she'd aced the test. Naively, Twilight had taken from this that she could hold her liquor.
"So", Twilight started, slightly slurring her words, "what do I do?"
Twilight had watched Rarity carefully all night - the way stallions would stop mid sentence and stare as Rarity entered the room, and the way she'd so casually reject their advances, barely giving them a thought. The way Rarity had turned something as simple as brushing her hair aside with a hoof into a practised art, and a deadly weapon against any hot blooded pony. Twilight blushed slightly, thankful her dark coat would make it almost imperceptible.
"Let them come to you, and then say no. If they really care, they'll come back and prove they're worthy. Never chase them - if they're not willing to go out of their way for you, they're not worth your time. You, Twilight, are amazing, and you deserve the best - and the best would never take no for an answer." Rarity explained, motioning with her hoof and pointing across the room to describe all the unworthy ones. Everyone, basically.
"But Dash told me just to go for it, that it was fun!" Twilight countered, the young mare's uninhibited mind open to the constant nagging signals her body was sending it. That and the impressive quantity of alcohol she'd drunk over the past few hours, as the pair had bounced from bar to bar searching for the perfect drink and the perfect man. More the former than the latter.
Twilight had initially been disappointed that none of her other friends could make the trip to Canterlot - she had an appointment with the princess, and Rarity had a client, but nopony else wanted to go. Not even Pinkie, whose mood would usually pick up the moment she picked up on the chance of a girls night out. Something about wanting to take care of the Cakes' babies again. Twilight wasn't allowed near them unsupervised any more, not since she had strapped them down and tried to figure out what exactly it was that made baby ponies so much more capable than an older foal. The Cakes hadn't liked that.
"Darling, Rainbow Dash is many things, but classy is not one of them. Why, if I had a bit for every time I've seen her fly away from somepony's house come morning, I'd never have to work again" Rarity laughed, giggling at her own joke, "but we can do better! We deserve better, you and I. Somepony who loves us for who we are, who respects us, and somepony who knows us well. Somepony who'll never let us down, somepony we could be friends with. Somepony who'll never make us cross, and never mind if we need to work late."
Rarity sighed - she was so very ambivalent about describing The One. She loved it, it got her heart going, and she hated it, because she'd never met them. Nobody ever quite lived up. Maybe they never would, maybe her standards were too high.
"Oh, Rarity, they sound more like a friend than a lover! I think you fit ALL of those for me!" Twilight laughed, hiccuping mid-giggle. Rarity stopped dead - Twilight was right. That purple bookworm fit every one of her requirements to a T.
Well, not the "being royalty" one, but she was closer than most. She pondered further - they were both mares, but Cosmarepoliton assured her that that was very much in this season. They did - of course - get on spectacularly well, and Rarity couldn't say she wasn't interested. Who wouldn't be, when faced with the personal student of Princess Celestia herself, the annoyingly beautiful mare who wouldn't know a style from a stallion if either slapped her in the face.
Oh, heavens, Rarity thought to herself, Twilight was right, they were surely a perfect match - of course, Twilight would never see that. They were just friends to her. Twilight must never know of the thoughts that Rarity couldn't deny having late at night, the ones that usually required a nice, long, steaming hot bath to completely purge. The thoughts that invariably ended with their two bodies entwined, their horns scraping along each other as they lay there in an impassioned embrace.
"Rarity?", questioned Twilight both from Rarity's extended silence, and the bright red blush clearly visible through her light coat. "It wasn't what I said, was it? I didn't mean it like that! Not that I wouldn't, but... oh Celestia did I say that out loud?"
Twilight found a hiding place under the short table, cowering out of sight with her wine glass while Rarity's silence was prolonged further by the drunken revelation.
"Twilight?", Rarity said out into the open, knowing full well Twilight would hear her, "I'm going to be quite uncouth here and suggest we return to our rooms."
Several seconds pass, before Twilight squeaks a quiet "Okay" and struggles back to her hooves, leaving the precious wine glass behind as the two walked out of the door.
"Rarity, I" started Twilight as they trotted along on the freezing night, taking the short walk back up to the castle, where they were staying in Twilight's old accommodation, back from her School for Gifted Unicorns days.
"Ssh, Twilight." Rarity whispered, cutting Twilight off mid word, "I think we've said all that needs to be said. Thank you, by the way."
"For what?"
"For pointing out why I was taking so long finding 'The One' - everypony I met, everypony I considered, everypony I imagined or thought of, I was comparing to you. You're my gold standard, Twilight. I've been looking so hard, for so long, that I assumed it would be hard. But I didn't even reject you, because you never asked. You loved me for who I was, and never asked a single thing in return."
Rarity stopped walking, laughing quietly as she watched Twilight stumble slightly before turning back to look at her.
"Twilight Sparkle, this is something I should have done a frightfully long time ago"
Raising a single hoof, Rarity caught Twilight's face, stroking against her cheek and steadying her. Their hot breaths crystallised in the freezing night air, the twin clouds of ice growing larger and mixing together as their mouths slowly grew closer. As their lips touched, the clouds ceased to be entirely, each breath finding its way only into the other.
Their eyes slid closed in unison as the kiss grew deeper, months and months of repressed and subconscious feeling breaking out in one concious action. Rarity's hoof wrapped around the back of Twilight's head, pulling her in closer to lengthen the passionate embrace, their tongues dancing a frantic dance against each other as their lips flowed over their partner's, sucking and gasping where they could.
Eventually, Rarity's hoof fell back to the ground and she pulled her head away, breaking the kiss. The thin bridge of saliva linking their mouths quickly broke as their heads pulled further back, and their deep, hot breaths formed larger clouds of ice drifting far into the night.
"Twilight, earlier tonight you asked me if you were doing it wrong. No, dear, no you are not." Rarity whispered with a smile to Twilight's shocked face.
"Dash never said that could feel so good, she always rushed on to the next bit" Twilight gasped after a few moments, blinking a few times to clear her head. By all rights she ought to be too drunk to stand, but she felt more sober than ever. She could even walk in a straight line. Hay, she felt like she could fly. Rarity was right - she was Twilight Sparkle, and she deserved the best.
In that one moment of recognition, Twilight's subconcious told her exactly what she was about to do. She could see her house, out of the corner of her eye. She knew it well, she'd lived there for years. She knew exactly where the bed was. She was pretty confident she could make it in a single teleport, even bringing somebody along. Twilight felt like she could fly.
In one swift motion, she lifted Rarity an inch or so off of the ground with an effortless pulse of her horn, and dived at her, pushing her over in mid air and sending both of them tumbling towards the ground. And, now!
Twilight's calculations proved valid as the pair of them landed roughly on her large bed, the house lights all dimmed. That wasn't important - what was important was the shocked white Unicorn pressed between Twilight's body and Twilight's bed.
"Well that's one way to get me into bed" Rarity mused as Twilight lay on top of her, breathing heavily and staring into her eyes. Several seconds passed.
"I've never done this before, what do I do next?" Twilight whispered, as if saying it quietly meant it was less likely to ruin the mood. In a way, she was right - Rarity's heart melted as she realised she got to be the one who got to teach Twilight how to make someone feel good.
"Put your hoof here - no, here, like that" Rarity stared, trying to explain to Twilight that the lightest touch was all that was needed to drive a mare wild, and that feeling another's hooves over her body was divine. "Then, when you're ready, kiss me, and then just do as I do"
Rarity had barely closed her mouth by the time Twilight was forcing it open once more, relishing in the opportunity to initiate the kiss, not just stand idly by and take it. Twilight liked being in charge, things made more sense when you were in charge. The way Rarity's chest would rise and fall with each breath, pushing against her body with an indescribable sensation was so much easier to fit into the overall picture when you were the one controlling it. The way Rarity's hooves would shift their positions on her body as Twilight's did the same to hers integrated so smoothly into the overall plan. Twilight liked being in charge, even if she was being told how to do it.
Before long, merely feeling Twilight's body against hers, her hooves pressing into her all over, and her tongue running around through every inch of her mouth wasn't enough for Rarity, and it was time to speed things up. Rarity knew Twilight was highly proficient at copying magic, and would need no instruction on this one. Concentrating, Rarity's horn began to glow as she focussed her attention down between their two bodies, through fur, skin, and bone, until she found what she was looking for - the slick, wet strip punctuating Twilight's coat like a particularly alluring exclamation mark. Then she began, using the skills she had honed from years of dressmaking to stimulate Twilight's dampness softly.
The effect was immediate, Twilight's eyes flying open as a low moan escaped her mouth, and found its way into Rarity's. Twilight remembered her instruction - she was to reciprocate. Even with her mind being assaulted by the unexpected, but unimaginably good feeling, Twilight had no trouble concentrating on Rarity and finding out exactly what she was doing. She had even less trouble replicating it, the tiniest fraction of a fraction of her mind dedicating itself to the task.
Though Twilight could match Rarity's hornwork with embarrassing ease, their reactions could hardly be more different. Rarity's eyes closed further, and she let out a happy sigh as she relaxed back into the bed, feeling the warm tendrils of Twilight's magic play over her, massaging the outer lips and slowly rubbing along their surface. It felt good, and feeling Twilight's body writhe on top of her made the feeling even sweeter.
Twilight could hardly imagine greater heights of pleasure as the soft touch sent waves of it into her mind, only years of practice and her unnatural skill allowing her to maintain her own magic so easily, the rest of her mind collapsing inwards and concentrating only on the immediate issues of Rarity, and how Rarity was making her feel. Rarity had no issue imagining larger happiness, nor the method she could extract it with. Feeling outwards with her horn more strongly, she pushed the warm, energetic tendrils of her magic inside Twilight's body, pushing her lips apart and penetrating deep inside her. The reaction was immediate, Twilight collapsing on top of Rarity completely, her magic faltering for a moment while her mind adjusted to the new levels of emotion as she felt Rarity inside of her, the flow of magical energy connecting them more than just physically.
The little bit of Twilight's mind that was trying its best to keep the magic going struggled against the oncoming tides of pleasure, trying to replicate Rarity's spellcasting as well as it could, sending out burst after burst of magic to lightly penetrate its center of attention - indeed, Twilight as a whole's center of attention. Even Rarity couldn't remain relaxed under such an onslaught, her body rocking against the bed as Twilight's inexpert but enthusiastic touch filled her insides, her powerful magic burning hot deep within her, feeling better than anything else she'd ever known.
Racked with pleasure, Twilight found it harder to contain her vast potential, letting more and more magic build up for use by that one part of her brain still concerned with anything but basking in joy. Unconstrained by rational thought, it made good use of it, running feelers over Rarity's form and exploring her body from a fresh perspective, sliding over her coat like a thousand tiny hooves all pressing and sliding gently at once. Rarity moaned loudly, no longer even caring at how little she was repressing her baser instincts as she ground against Twilight's body, holding her close with all four of her limbs, while the thousands of extensions to Twilight's body played over her, each touch sending a spark of pleasure running through her body.
Under such loving attention, Rarity's endurance quickly faded, and her body rocked one last time as a wave of pleasure ran through her, from the tip of her horn to the edge of her hooves, as the achieved orgasm, squeezing Twilight close as she squealed into the air, concentrating hard on making sure she gave Twilight the same experience.
What seemed like moments later, she did, Twilight's body shaking one last time before collapsing, resting breathlessly on top of her as her mind was wiped of everything but pleasure, even that one tiny part surrendering to feeling and leaving the remaining magic buildup to be released in the most raw way it could - a single, harmless, powerful magical pulse. Powerful, but not something somepony could detect unless they were very, very skilled.
"Twilight", Rarity started breathlessly, her voice still low and husky, "you are the best, the one I deserve"
Twilight opened her mouth to say the same - she couldn't pinpoint the moment that the love she had for each of her friends had turned into something more for just one of them, she just knew it'd happened. She was glad it had.
She was interrupted by the sound of a scroll striking the bedside table beside them. A scroll from the princess. Twilight cautiously opened it, wondering why Celestia would write to her at such an hour, and not even going through Spike like usual.
"To my most faithful student, Twilight Sparkle" the letter read, "Congratulations. Your Princess, teacher, and friend, Celestia. P.S. Please try and control your pulsing, I don't want to be woken up like this every night"
Both mares looked at each other and waited in silence for several moments, before breaking out into laughter. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about telling her, that would have been awkward!" Twilight laughed, hugging Rarity back as they rolled over and slipped the covers over themselves. It had been a long day, and a long night, and both of them were quite ready to end it - and both very much looked forward to the next.
