Contains The Following:
Gelded-Stallion Bonus
Threesome Bonus
Salt off the Fetlock Bonus
Fancy Pants Pleasure Bonus
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“Miss Rarity?” came the whisper in her ear. “You've had a long afternoon. Time to wake up.” The hot, breathy voice was accompanied by a soft lick, making her sigh and open one eye.
Rolling onto her side, she looked up at another white unicorn with a mane and tail shaded a pale pink. Fleur had the slim legs and tiny barrel of a fashion filly, standing with her hind leg cocked in a fancy pose. “Did I fall asleep?”
A soft white nose dug into her ribs, making her squeak in protest and bat a hoof at Fleur. “For a while. But I can't blame you. It is a lovely spot in which to curl up.”
Rarity had been working on her designs and had apparently ended up drowsing in a window seat, her papers and charcoal pencils scattered around. Now she stretched and grunted as she felt a pop in her chest, always a sign that she'd gone and curled herself up too tightly. “This is much more comfortable than it first seemed. I dropped right off.”
“I've done that, too,” Fleur laughed, her musically deep voice vibrating in Rarity's ears. “And I know how to get that kink out.” Her magic enveloped a long, slender pillow and set it down in the middle of the living room. “Can you stand?”
She inched her hooves towards the ground and rather gracelessly staggered up onto all fours. Blinking, she tried giving herself a shake and groaned as something else twinged. “Just about.”
“Okay.” Fleur let her lean on her shoulder, gently guiding her over to the cushion and letting her flop down. “Just relax your tail, for starters.”
She obeyed and let her curly purple tail droop, feeling the tight muscles in her dock and croup complain. Ooof.
It had been only two days since she had come home from the Crystal Empire and the awarding of the Equestria Games. Of course, right after she had gotten home (and rescued Opalescence from Spikey-Wikey and the rest of that little gang of ruffian animals), she had sent a message to Fancy Pants, notifying him of their success. Merchandising contracts for the Games would be handed out very shortly and her first-hoof report to him would give him just the thinnest edge on his competitors.
To her surprise, an invitation to visit had arrived the next day. So, packing up some of her supplies, (and Opalescence. She wasn't giving up another quality gem for more pet care) Rarity had come to his home to work on designs. Fancy Pants had suggested that having them ready to go when the contracts were issued might give them even more of a leg-up. “High-end stuff only, though,” he had told her, “No need to waste your talents on some mass-produced pennants or cheap tchotchkes.”
“And? How goes the creative?” Fleur asked, padding her hooves along Rarity's spine.
She grunted and stretched her hindquarters out a little more as she immediately felt knots move beneath Fleur's touch. “It goes, darling. It goes. A bit higher, please? Oh, I've been sleeping so badly lately.”
“Is there a problem with your bed?” Fleur pressed down into her withers, gliding her touch slowly over the backs of her shoulders. “We do have plenty of spare pillows if the ones in your room are too soft.”
“Oh, no, no . . . I was referring to the number of train rides I've been enduring recently. While those seats are comfortable, it's difficult for me to sleep in such a space.” She mmmphed as Fleur gently mounted and settled her thighs against her own flanks, leaning in on her shoulders and pushing forward. The slow stretch of her spine eased some of the tightness and there was a series of small clicks as things popped back into place. “Ooooh . . . you see?”
“A couple more days in a fancy bed and you'll be much better,” she suggested, leaning down to nose just behind her ear. “Hmm. Tense here, too. You have been using too much magic, I think.”
Rarity turned her head and gave her a pleading look. “Do you think you could . . . ”
“Just hold still.” And then a hot, wet mouth seized onto Rarity's ear and began tugging. Tension flowed away from the heavy bone that supported her horn as the ear muscles stretched. Her tail flagged weakly, happily as Fleur let go and latched onto the other ear, pulling up and eliciting another moan as more relief washed through her. “Like that?” she murmured around her ear.
“Mmmhmmm,” she breathed out, feeling better already. “Bless you.” This was a bit more intimate than she was used to in a massage, but she trusted Fleur implicitly.
Her muzzle pushed into the side of Rarity's neck. “No, thank you for agreeing to help my Fancy Pants,” she replied, giving the crest of her mane a soft bite and tug. “Mmm. He's been hoping for a chance at something like the Equestria Games for a long while.” Slim thighs gave Rarity a gentle squeeze and both mares settled a bit more into each other. Pink and purple tails switched back and forth slowly.
“Nnnghhh.”
“That sounds like a happy pony,” Fleur teased, gently digging into the sides of her shoulders and shifting her weight to rock against her croup a little. “You've had a nice nap in the sun and a massage. How can your day get any better?”
“Are you going to tell me?” Rarity murmured, tilting her head to the side and licking her muzzle.
“The evil, business part of me would suggest that you take some time tonight and finish up those designs for him. But the fun-loving, irresponsible part of me thinks it would be a treat if you really could finish those designs for him.” Oh, she could almost sense the smirk on Fleur's face. “And, if you do, there may be more in it for you.” Another slow squeeze from those thighs made her grunt.
She half-wondered if this was some sort of pre-planned seduction, although she had never known Fancy Pants to mix business with pleasure. Perhaps Fleur thought she was more interested in mares and was doing this of her own volition? Rarity had had clumsier offers in her time and had always turned them down, but she did appreciate the attempt that at least had some skill behind it.
Then the weight of Fleur's hindquarters was resting on her dock and the gentle pressure made Rarity gaze back over her shoulder in slight confusion at the unusual sensations. Violet eyes met her gaze, because Fleur had crossed her forelegs over her withers and was looking very mischievous. Her pink tail flicked down and she gave a deliberate, saucy wiggle.
Oh, yes. She was good. But Rarity never bowed to pressure this easily. Even if she didn't understand just how Fleur was creating that interesting feeling against her croup. “If I do manage to finish them tonight . . . and I do mean 'if',” she purred, “am I allowed to choose my own reward?” Turnabout was fair play, after all. If only she hadn't let that minx of a unicorn pin her down so easily!
Fleur tilted her head to the side and smirked. “If you like. But you will do your best, won't you?”
Rarity huffed back and propped herself up on her forelegs in a back-stretching arch that wouldn't have been possible ten minutes earlier, enough to almost touch muzzles with her. “When have I not?”
“I suppose we'll find out shortly.” Fleur's warm breath caressed her jaw, then she gave her muzzle a quick, gentle nip. “My word, I loosened you up nicely, didn't you? I look forward to doing it again later, if you so desire.”
Oh, my. So many ways to construe that entendre. Taking her time, Rarity considered her options, doing her best to ignore that slow shift of Fleur's thighs and hips against her body. Honestly, she was every bit as close as Fluttershy had been when she had fallen during the practice pony pyramid for the Equestria . . . Games . . .
The memory of that unfortunate pileup suddenly reasserted itself and Rarity sat up a little straighter. True, this was every bit as intimate, however, there was also one large difference, as it were. Oh. That explains . . . things.
Fleur nosed at her cheek and gave her a lick. “Miss Rarity? Are you all right?”
She eeped and came back to herself with a start, curling back down and gazing up at her with a new sort of appreciation. “I . . . um . . . yes.”
“Good. I should let you get back to your work. Just see Fancy Pants when you're done.” With a smirk that said, I believe I have made my point and gotten your attention, Fleur slipped gracefully off her back and stood up, that hind leg tucked up again. With a swish of her hindquarters, she sauntered off.
Rarity stared after her, eyes wide.
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Fancy Pants looked up in surprise as Rarity scurried into the room, all her papers floating ahead of her in an untidy ball. “What's the matter, my dear? Aren't the designs coming —” His words were cut off as her grip on them suddenly faltered; rather than coming to rest on his desk like she had intended, they flung themselves into his face. “I say!”
“Sorry! Sorry!” She gathered herself and the papers quickly shuffled together and laid themselves neatly in front of him. “Um, yes. If you'd care to take a look, this is the direction I want to take our. . . ideas. Yes.”
He captured them in his own magic and flipped through them. “Very nice, Rarity. If you can top these off with your usual flair, I would be interested in using the first, fifth, and seventh designs.” He set them all aside and tipped his front hooves together. “However, you look rather flustered at the moment. What's the matter?”
Rarity gave him a weak smile and shook her head. “Well, I don't know if it's exactly . . . oh, I'll just come out and say it, shall I? It's Fleur.”
"Ah," he said, chuckling. “Oh, dear. Did she try her patented 'be a good pony and finish your work and you might get to play later' routine?”
“Yes, she did.” She whuffed nervously. “But that's not my problem. I can give as well as I get with that. It's more that . . . well, she sort of caught me off guard with something.”
Fancy Pants sighed. “I believe I can guess. But perhaps we should make sure so I don't assume?”
Rarity gestured rather awkwardly. “She just, oh, this is going to sound silly, she . . . straddled me while delivering an absolutely divine massage. And I didn't give it much of a thought at first. But, the other night, when I was rehearsing for the Crystal Empire bid, one of my Pegasus friends landed on me. And there was a difference. One which my traitorous brain decided to bring up just a few minutes ago.” She looked at him. “I felt Fleur's sheath, Fancy Pants. The same as if you would have lain on me.”
“And if I suggested your mind was playing tricks on you?” He shrugged lightly. “Memory is a very uncertain thing, Rarity. You could just have been dreaming. Half-asleep, the haze of pleasure beneath her hooves. . . I've been there with Fleur's massages. One can never be sure what they're feeling."
"I suppose." She gave a little whine and her curly tail flicked from side to side in sudden agitation. “If it were any other pony, I'd be happy to ignore it and go back to living in my comfortable little world. But I don't think I should do that.”
He leaned forward. “And why not? What's in it for you?”
“Discomfort,” she admitted, “and perhaps a little embarrassment. But I have to challenge myself and if that means getting used to a mare who's not quite a mare, then so be it. I admit, I've seen some stallions who can wear a dress and get away with it, but I have never seen one who looks like Fleur.”
Fancy Pants nodded, looking pleased. “Of course you haven't. She's very good at what she does.” He got up. “You look as if you need something strong. I know I do if I'm going to talk about this." Opening a cupboard, he produced a carved crystal salter and a golden spoon, bringing them back to the table.
Rarity sat and watched as he pushed his sleeve back, licked his fetlock, and used the spoon to sprinkle some salt on the edge of his hoof, before accepting it and doing the same, letting the salt crystals stick to the wet patch of her coat. “I know it's completely inappropriate for me to pry, but I think she meant for me to find out.”
He nipped at his leg, then looked up. “I'm hardly surprised, but I'm glad it's you she's done this to. Fleur and Photo Finish have been feuding over this for years and we're very lucky she's got a strange sense of honour and hasn't bothered going to the press or to anypony else who could make trouble for us. Oh, there are a couple other ponies who know, but it's hardly an open secret throughout Canterlot.”
She licked her own fetlock and let the salt tingle against her tongue. “Photo Finish? What on earth is that about?”
“Let me start at the beginning, then. And please know that while Fleur will understand that I'm talking to you, this really isn't my story to tell and she will probably want to correct some things.” Fancy Pants took another slow lick, then sighed. “Fleur was born a colt. Let us be clear about that. And he was very young when there was an accident. Supposedly, he and his friends were being foolish, daring each other to jump over a fence. A fence that was topped with barbed wire. They even had a little ramp and everything. On his last jump, his hooves slipped and he landed quite badly.”
Rarity cringed.
“My sentiments exactly. Luckily for him, the damage was limited to a certain section and the doctors decided to geld him rather than remove everything. It's not a technique they use very often, although many surgeons do still know how to do it with the minimum of discomfort.” He shifted a bit. “So yes, Fleur is still quite functional. Just unable to reproduce.”
“I don't know where to begin,” she murmured. “There's just so much that's contradictory about her.”
“Which is what drew me towards her in the first place,” he agreed. “I'd never seen a mare that slender and leggy, but with a voice even deeper than mine. And she never stood like an ordinary pony. She was always striking unusual poses, which I later learned are just camouflage. She kicks her hind legs up in a way that hides her sheath or just completely draws attention away from her thighs. And I've been used as a prop by her. Ponies look at us and think 'there's no way that that isn't a trophy mare' and that she's had a great deal of work done to look like that. But it's just a stallion's height with none of the neck or shoulder thickness that you'd normally get. She did have her muzzle re-shaped, though, to complete the impression she wants to give.”
“How did Photo Finish find out?” Rarity's mind whirled as she tried to pull all this information together
Fancy Pants sprinkled more salt on his fetlock. “The way Fleur looks now, it's almost natural that she became a model. Clothes just hang off her in the right way. So when she broke into the business, she had a lot of photographs taken. Photo Finish originally thought she was just a plastic pony and looked down on her, but then came a show where they were both backstage and, well, let's just say that she was at the wrong, or right, angle. Well, if a plastic pony was bad, a stallion 'masquerading' as a mare was worse. Since then, the two of them have made sure they're not at each other's shows.”
“My, how awkward.”
“Quite. We pass it off as either Photo Finish being cheap or Fleur having standards. It keeps the gossips focused on other things.” He gave another lick and a content sigh. “I realize everything I've said sounds preposterous, but it's all I know. She may have found spells of which neither of us are aware to make parts of it possible.”
Rarity reached for a glass of water before nosing along her fetlock for any stray salt crystals. Finding a couple, she nipped at them. “I should apologize for asking you about this rather than her, but there was no way you wouldn't have known. You do share a bed, after all.” Looking up at him, she blushed. “I wasn't sure what to do, either, when she was being so, well, blatant in the other room. If I read her innuendo and implications correctly . . . what am I letting myself in for?”
Looking more relaxed, he patted her hoof with his own. “You did say you felt like broadening your horizons, but it doesn't have to be today and it doesn't have to be ever, if you're not comfortable with the concept. Fleur and I have talked about you, but then again, we talk about several ponies we'd be interested in. Naturally, your little discovery has moved you to the top of the list.”
Rarity sat there with her mouth open, knowing she looked foolish, but she just didn't know what to say. Was this yet another test to see if she was ready to step into the decadence of Canterlot society? Oh, heavens, she didn't need this on top of all the other stress she had been going through. After Princess Cadance's hair debacle, she wasn't sure even a week at the Luxury Lotus Spa would be enough to unwind her.
On the other hoof, it might be just the thing she needed for the stress. And she might have been ready to step upstairs with the Fleur and Fancy Pants she had known before this. Now that she knew the truth, she would be upstairs with . . . whom? “As flattering as that is . . . it's one thing to roll around with a couple. It's another to go upstairs with a couple of stallions.” She hesitated. “Oh, I shouldn't really call her that, should I?”
Fancy Pants shook his head. “No, you shouldn't. She may have been born a colt, but is now a mare, for all intents and purposes in her life. But you're still referring to her as 'her', which is the right way to start.” He considered things briefly as she gazed at him. “Perhaps you should come up tonight anyways and get everything out in the open, so to speak.”
Rarity pricked her ears up. “Well, I suppose I could, but first I shall have to finish these.” Her magic gently whisked the sheaf of papers off the table as she trotted around and gave his cheek a quick nuzzle. “After all, as a pony just told me, one must finish her work before she can have her reward.”
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Standing out on her balcony, Rarity dipped her horn towards the silver sliver in the night sky. It was days from the new moon and this was the time when Princess Luna was more attentive to those who petitioned her. “Grant this foolish pony a small measure of your joy, Luna,” she murmured. “And let me bring that joy to those I want to be with tonight.”
She had put the final touches on her designs for Fancy Pants. Who was probably in his bedroom across the hall right now. With Fleur De Lis. Waiting for her. Well, she was quite ready to not make them wait any longer.
Her room still looked as if Rainbow Dash had staged a nose-first landing, which was how every one of her creative efforts turned out. But Rarity gently suppressed the urge to sweep up the stray pages and rolls of cloth she had strewn across her bed. No, she was being naughty tonight. And what better way to express it than to not tidy up?
Prancing through the debris, she used her magic to select her most dashing and fashionable dressing-gown, wrapping it around her barrel in a swirl of magic and cinching the belt. After all, one didn't attend a seduction without having something to take off.
She paused to eye herself critically in the mirror, a brush quickly smoothing down a few stray strands of her mane. If only there were time to catch a ride back to the Crystal Empire and beg Princess Cadance to let her resume her crystal form for just one night. Oh, to be bedded while in that state of gleaming beauty! One day, she promised herself, she would achieve that dream. But not tonight. Tonight was different.
The knock on her door made her start and bump a hoof against the mirror. Stifling a small noise, she turned around to see Fleur De Lis in the hallway. “Oh. I was just about to . . . ”
“I can see that. But I just wanted to see if you had any questions that you didn't want to ask with Fancy Pants in the room.” Looking her up and down, Fleur smiled. “I see you've read Honeysuckle's book, too. 'When accepting an invitation to a pony's bed, always arrive with something on so it can be removed for their pleasure',” she recited, stepping into the room and giving a slow twirl to allow Rarity to appreciate her own short, sheer dressing gown with the ribbon knotted at her throat.
Blushing, Rarity admired her poise. “I admit, I find her quite contradictory at times. Because she also says 'If a pony can have style while completely nude, that pony is a joy to welcome into one's bed'.” She stepped away from the mirror. “You did startle me this afternoon.”
“I apologize for the rather crude way in which I revealed myself to you.” Fleur murmured, giving her a kiss on the nose. “But you are such an adorable innocent that I couldn't resist.”
She bit back her first response, forcing her ears to perk up instead of going back. Adorable innocent? Why, I've had a threesome before! And Sapphire Shores once . . . Rarity struggled to not let her entire laundry list of sexual encounters spill out. “I suppose I can forgive you,” she finally said. “And if I might ask, what about your family?” She sidled just a bit closer. “They must have been worried about you when you were hurt.”
“Also when they had to deal with a son who made the eventual decision that it was easier for him to be their daughter,” Fleur said, then sighed. “They were very frightened for me, but never stopped loving me.” She glanced back along herself. “My father, of all ponies, has not blinked once at who I am, or who I became. It was him who helped me scrape together the bits to have the last couple of changes made after I was finished with school so nopony would ever again look at me and say, 'gelding'. He called it an investment in my future. I called it a loan and worked hard to pay him back every bit.”
Rarity stopped her lower lip from quivering. A pony about to enter the bed of another did not cry, after all. “Oh, how lovely. I wonder if my parents would have done the same for me.”
Fleur gently stepped around so she could put a foreleg over Rarity's withers. “I know they would.”
“How?” she asked.
“Simple. They named their daughter 'Rarity'.” She winked. “Come on. You simply must see the house-coat Fancy Pants thinks looks good on him. Perhaps you can help me make him throw it away.”
With a giggle, Rarity brushed at her eyes and allowed herself to be led from the room.
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Author's Note
Yes, there is clop. But it can't appear until after the completion of the Futaquestria 2013 contest in mid-August. It will be expanded then.
Contains More Of The Following:
Gelded-Stallion Bonus
Three Unicorns Jumping On The Bed Bonus
Fancy Pants Pantsless Bonus
Rarity Creampie Bonus
Ear Nibble Bonus
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She fully expected to be led to the left, to where she knew Fancy Pants and Fleur's bedroom was. However, Fleur turned to the right, and Rarity shot a puzzled glance over her shoulder. “You don't use your bedroom?”
“Sometimes, when we're already in bed. But if it's not as spontaneous, we do prefer using the boudoir instead because things can get rather messy.” Fleur smiled. “It's not always spur of the moment. Especially with how we tend to schedule our lives in Canterlot.” She swished her pink tail from side to side. “One runs into last-minute dress-fittings, fashion shows, invitations to things one would rather not attend . . . and it helps to say, 'No, we have some personal time scheduled'. Plus it sometimes allows us to plan something extravagant.”
“Extravagant can be good.” Rarity stopped and raised her foreleg, apprehensive again. She had heard the story from Fancy Pants, but she was sure there were still things she was missing. And she preferred that she get those things straight before she let the boudoir door close behind her. “Might I ask . . . how should I treat you tonight?”
Fleur looked back, her smile not fading. “What, as a stallion or a mare? Why would I limit myself in that fashion?”
She blinked in surprise. “Oh. Was Fancy Pants wrong when he said that you considered yourself a mare?”
“In public, I am very much a mare.” Fleur turned with an agile twitch of her slender hips. “But it's rather difficult to hide myself in bed, however long it takes to get me in the mood.” She gave another shimmy. “Being gelded may have lowered my desire, but it's not something that can be eliminated entirely.”
“I don't believe I'm understanding very well.” Rarity sat down and rubbed her foreleg against her muzzle. “Help me?”
“Of course.” Fleur's breath tickled her ear and was followed by a gentle nuzzle. “While I do present as being one of the prettiest trophy mares Canterlot has ever seen, I've also chosen to accept that some parts of me aren't ever going away. It isn't as if I could just have every trace of my former life as a stallion removed. Neither medicine nor magic has advanced to that point.” She cocked a hind leg and looked back at herself. “Some might expect me to be ashamed or unhappy with that certain part of my body. I admit, that was the case for a few years. I wanted to have it gone and just be Fleur De Lis, the fashion mare. Then I met Fancy Pants.”
“And?” Rarity flicked her ears forward.
“To hear him tell it, he found both my body and my brains interesting.” Fleur nickered softly. “It took ages for me to open up to him about who I really was and who I had been. The idea of not changing to meet the love of another pony was difficult. He convinced me that it was all right and I could be whomever I felt most comfortable being. So it makes no difference to me how you would like to approach me in my boudoir. I've learned to be open about it.”
Rarity swallowed and let herself breathe deeply, trying to settle the butterflies in her stomach. Heaven help her, she was going to do this. “All right.”
Fleur looked happy as she offered a foreleg and pulled her back up onto all four hooves. “Do you have any other awkward questions, or would you rather wait until we've snuggled you for a bit?”
“I believe I'll take things as they come from here on in, thank you.” Rarity followed her to the door at the end of the hallway and allowed Fleur to lead her across the threshold.
The room was draped in satin and silks, lit in orange, red, and violet. Lanterns flickered behind cut-metal frames that cast oddly-shaped shadows on the walls. There were gems scattered here and there, on tabletops, on the nightstand, and even some on the bed itself. It stood by the far wall, a large, red, and round bed, with a white unicorn stallion lounging carelessly on top. And he was wearing what was indeed the most hideous plaid dressing gown Rarity had ever seen in her life.
Words failed her. She couldn't even pull her jaw up to begin articulating the horror that lay in front of her. Her natural magic flared to life and tried to offer her a haven by making something, anything out of the material around her, but she kept getting distracted by the sheer painfulness of the pattern in that gown and her magic was getting confused with all the gems present, so things fizzled out as rapidly as they had begun with a rather emphatic pop!.
“See?” came a wheezing noise from somewhere behind her. “It's ugly!”
Fancy Pants chortled and simply relaxed further into the covers. “Oh, now. This was willed to me by my Uncle Satin Boxer. He never lost a boxing match when he wore this to the ring. He called it his good luck charm and I happen to feel it bears the same luck for me in bed.”
“Yes, because I encourage you to take it off as quickly as possible to save my eyesight!” Fleur yipped.
“Oh, very well.” Fancy Pants did a bit of an eye-twinkle that Rarity swore was a trick of the light, then he was undoing the knot on the robe and sliding out of it, and for the first time that she could ever remember, she saw all of his white coat. No jacket. No vest. No lace cuffs. Just one hundred percent well-groomed, handsome, blessedly naked stallion.
Oh, yes. That was how one breathed. In. Then out.
As she regained her composure, Rarity gave a dignified shake and swept up his gown in her magic. “I believe I shall just put this somewhere out of sight for the rest of the evening,” she said. With a flick of her head, she tossed the offending garment out the door and closed it behind her.
Fleur's tongue softly brushed the back of her ear and Rarity forgot how to breathe again. “Thank you ever so much,” she murmured. “Now, we thought you might like to do this with just a few gems around, given your cutie mark and all, but perhaps we should sweep them off the bedspread before we join him?”
“Allow me.” Rarity obliged with a sweep of her magic, the rubies and emeralds whisked off to land on the floor with a clatter. “I believe there's room for all three of us on there. Shall we?”
Both mares sashayed over to the bed and Rarity allowed Fleur to go first, watching as she hopped up and settled down with every bit of elegance that a fashion pony possessed. As Fleur gave the customary stretch and wiggle of her hindquarters, she tilted her muzzle up and Fancy Pants obliged her with a kiss. Then both of them looked over at Rarity.
“I take it that I am to tell nopony else about anything I have seen or done here tonight?” she asked. “Although, if I can be honest, who would believe me? Other than Photo Finish.”
Fleur rolled her eyes. “That's one name we don't need to hear for a while. I admit it does give me great satisfaction to have success in a career that she denies is suitable for a pony like me.”
As Fancy Pants stroked her side, he motioned to Rarity, who obligingly came around to his part of the bed. It had been ages since she had even had a small peck on the cheek, and so she quickly found herself sighing into his muzzle as he leaned over and gently took her mouth with a nice, deep swipe of his pink tongue. Her body softened and she luxuriated in the slow, fancy kiss he was giving her. The brush and swirl of his tongue was glorious and it was over far too soon as he pulled back and the boudoir was filled by the soft whine of a suddenly overheated mare. “Nnnngh!”
“You might find yourself impatient at first tonight,” Fancy Pants told her, kissing her again lightly. “Neither Fleur or I have much of a drive to begin with. It does take a while to get either of us in the mood. It's one reason we ended up together. Our relationship takes quite a different form than that of a lot of ponies.”
Rarity swallowed and nodded as she hopped up onto the bed, the two unicorns already there shifting over to let her fold her legs and lie down between them. “I've been made aware of some of that already.” she said, feeling her tail flick from side to side. “And there's nothing wrong with different. Just let me know if I'm going too quickly for you and I can rein myself in.” She blinked. “Umm, not literal reins.”
It was Fleur's turn to laugh as she tilted her head, offering her long throat, and Rarity was happy to oblige with a nibble and kiss. The sigh she received was mirrored in her own ear as Fancy Pants began to groom the crest of her mane.
Lick. Nuzzle. Nose. Nibble. Lick. Nose. Back and forth she turned her head, brushing cheeks with one pony, then biting the ear of the other, their horns occasionally meeting with soft knocks and sliding along the smooth spirals. The familiar rhythms took over for Rarity, nestled shoulder to shoulder with her fellow unicorns, the slow grooming helping settle her anxiousness even more. She was safe. She was loved. She was warm and comfortable.
And soon, as she nibbled an ear and then turned her head once more to receive another kiss, she was surprised to find her hindquarters slowly lolling to the side, opening herself up to Fleur first. Well, who better to trust than her own instincts? So she nosed along the edge of that sheer dressing gown. “I don't believe I got a very good look earlier. May I?” At an accepting nod, she lowered her head, took the pale ribbon in her teeth, and pulled the knot free. As she did, Fleur gracefully rolled onto her back, letting her gown spread all the way open.
Rarity gazed at her and felt those butterflies return. She was soft, slender, and pure white, all the way down to her sheath. Right at the base, though, was a long, light-pink scar where her testicles would have been. “Oh, my. Even after all these years, it still looks angry.”
Fleur peered down at herself and sighed. “It took more than a year for it to stop aching. A proper punishment for me being so foolish.”
With a wriggle and the aid of her own magic, Rarity slipped her own gown off, using a little flair and toss of her head. “Come now. You do make a lovely mare,” she said, lying down between Fleur's hind legs. She did want a closer look, as curious as she had ever been about any pony. “It's okay. Could you please just . . . stay like this for a moment?” She pressed her hoof against a hip to prevent her from rolling back over onto her side.
Fleur obeyed, then whuffed in surprise as Rarity daringly bent down and planted a kiss right on her scar. “Nnngghh!”
She did it again, slower, trailing the tip of her tongue right along that pink stripe. It was musky there, just like most mares and stallions, but it was also a soft patch that neither of them possessed. Pausing, she glanced up. “Is this okay?”
Wide-eyed, Fleur nodded, breathing out slowly as Rarity paid her some attention. “Hmm. He was always quite good at that, as well.” She sighed. “And he still is.”
“Really?” Rarity raised her head and smirked at Fancy Pants. “I think I'd like to see that. But for now, just hold her for me, please. This may take some time.” Her pink tongue slipped out again and brushed along Fleur's groin, the mare whining and arching slowly into her mouth. “Shhh,” she breathed, “just let me know if it hurts.” This was good. Low sex drive didn't mean a lack of sensation, at least. She took her time, giving little licks to the edges of the pink scar that smoothed into the skin, slowly working her way up the base of the sheath. It was warm and soft, much like the rest of her, and Rarity very gently nibbled at parts of it and enjoyed the slow rock of the slim body against hers.
A particularly delicious moan from up above made her peek over the curve of Fleur's stomach. Fancy Pants had indeed taken her advice and had Fleur's forelegs lifted up over her head, holding her as he engaged her in kiss after kiss. Oooh. You lucky mare. Unbidden, her tail swished softly, reacting to the sudden, glistening thrum in her own hindquarters.
Well, if they didn't feel the need to be rushed, neither did she. Bending her head to the task again, Rarity nosed the soft, hot thigh by her muzzle. She adored teasing, as much in the giving as in the receiving. And that delicate little spot inside the thigh, be it mare or stallion, caused a lovely reaction. She was tempted to bite, but restrained herself and gave a nice, slow lick on the long leg draped over her withers. The squeak from above made her even more pleased and she arched her neck to repeat the lick on the opposite thigh.
Fleur let that hind leg gently drift along Rarity's spine. “Hmmm . . . don't think you're getting away without a little pleasure of your own,” she coaxed, pressing the edge of a hoof into her croup. “Come on up, won't you?”
Rarity nickered and gave her tail a flick, acknowledging the pressure Fleur was putting on that tender spot. “Soon, darling. I just want to bring . . . you . . . out.” She lapped softly at the folds of her sheath some more, making little sounds in her throat as the hoof-stroking continued along her back. “Mmm . . . hmmm.” It was unusual for her to need this long, but this was an unusual and delicate situation. She was willing to be patient.
But then, sure enough, just as she was prepared to settle in, Fleur's long, shiny cock slid up, accompanied by a low shudder of surrender, her white body going limp. Oh, Rarity had felt that before, from ponies who had just been holding themselves in check for far too long. She smiled and wriggled over Fleur's now-splayed hind legs, propping herself up on her own forelegs. “Ah, there we are.” Fleur's blush was telling, even as Fancy Pants nuzzled her ear and licked her cheek. A white coat hid nothing, after all. Not dust. Not embarrassment. And certainly not arousal.
“Now.” Rarity perked her ears as she nosed up along Fleur's length. “Do either you have any objections to me continuing a little bit?”
“I don't have any, and I think Fleur would enjoy seeing you suck on her, wouldn't you, darling?” Fancy Pants nudged the side of her throat and reached a hoof down to give her a stroke or two as Rarity watched in fascination. She had never in her wildest imaginings thought that she would see a stallion she so admired rubbing a cock other than his own. Especially not that of his marefriend.
Fleur nodded, her eyes half-closed, and Rarity took advantage, delicately slipping an inch or two into her mouth. “Mmmmph . . .” That first, pleased sound was important in cock-sucking. It showed the recipient that you were going to enjoy this as much as they were. Judging by Fleur's soft whinny, it was a very good start.
Rarity settled down into her blowjob, tracing the length with the edge of her hoof and gently skimming around Fancy Pants' stroking. She kept things slow, too, careful to not take too much in one mouthful while she bobbed her head up and down. The steady rocking of Fleur's hips was her guide, as were her moans, and she swirled her tongue around the tip as a hoof began to stroke her mane.
Lifting off with a soft, deliberate pop of her mouth, she cast a smouldering glance up at Fleur and licked her muzzle. “More?” she asked, purring as she leaned her head into that soft stroking and hooding her eyes. “Or would you like Fancy Pants to suck your cock now?” She dipped her head down to give that soft head another blatant lick. Oh, she was enjoying herself, but she was quite willing to share.
Fleur whickered and settled her hind hooves on either side of Rarity's spine, gently pinning her between her thighs and making her groan and twitch her curly tail in response. “Just stay right where you are, darling.” She exchanged a look with Fancy Pants and he smiled, gave her one last kiss, and began to move down the bed.
Oh, yes. Rarity lowered her head again. She trusted them to be gentle with her, whatever was to come. As she resumed her attentions, Fleur squirmed and dug in with her hooves. The push made her grunt and she bobbed just a bit deeper in response.
Fancy Pants settled beside her and his warm breath caressed her right ear, causing it to flick. Letting Fleur go again, she tilted her head up to smile up at him. “Here to have your way with me, finally?” she asked, planting a kiss beneath his chin.
“You know,” he said, “In the past couple of years, I've grown to love many things about you.” He nosed at a tender spot between her ear and cheek, making her chirp happily. “But I never, ever imagined that I would hear you utter the phrase, 'would you like Fancy Pants to suck your cock now?'. Or even that you would use the phrase 'suck your cock'. Here I thought you would favour the more elegant turns of phrase, like 'going down upon' or the criminally-underused 'allow him to proceed with his oral argument', but no.” His tail flirted across her cutie mark. “Miss Rarity prefers to simply call it as it is.”
Squirming, Rarity returned the flick. “Oh, now. A little talk in the bedroom never hurt a pony. And you'd hardly object if I was offering to do the same to you.” She winked at him, then gave Fleur another lick, earning another moan and nice, hard press of those hooves into her croup. Ohhh, that felt good. “However, I notice you haven't said no.” Rarity tilted her head as she licked again. “Hmmm. Care to join me?” She attempted to shift aside to make some room for him, but Fleur still had her hind legs wrapped around her barrel, so she was rather stuck.
He smiled and slid up a little more, arching his neck over Fleur's thigh to lap at her scar and causing a sharp inhale from above. Rarity felt a rush of heat into her neck and chest, stifling a little whine and restraining her tail from lashing about as she watched. Oh dear. She swore she would pass out from sheer arousal if he actually . . .
Fancy Pants guided Fleur's cock to his mouth and took her in a slow, pulling suck. Down, then up, then down again.
Rarity delicately swooned, nestling her head against Fleur's thigh as she gazed at the sight, admiring the slow head-bob back and forth, appreciating his skill and purring at the sight of Fancy Pants, of all ponies, performing an elegant blowjob. She whimpered again as she felt hot and slick beneath her own tail, realizing that she was suddenly drenched.
He pulled his head off with the same deliberate 'pop' that she'd done and winked at her. “I don't believe I've seen that look on a mare's face for quite some time.”
Rarity knew this was the time for a dignified reply, but instead she discovered her tongue was hanging out of her mouth. And she didn't know how to make it go back in. “Hnnngh...”
He chuckled. “Well, then . . .” His head dipped again and Rarity watched in awe from close range as he actually swallowed Fleur down to her medial ring. The effect was immediate as Fleur clamped down with her hind legs and Rarity's yelp mirrored hers as both ponies arched their backs.
She was pinned and could only watch helplessly as Fancy Pants took Fleur deep from the side, his head bobbing slowly. Then there was a shudder from the white thighs holding her and a low groan from Fleur as she flexed and twitched. Rarity stared in disbelief as his throat muscles worked in swallowing motions and she realized that Fleur was coming and he was gulping her down.
No, it wasn't possible for her to spontaneously combust. She would not go up in flames from unfulfilled sexual longing. She hadn't yet and wouldn't start now.
Then it was over and Fancy Pants was licking his muzzle, Fleur's long, wet cock slapping her belly as he lifted off, both unicorns panting heavily.
“Nnngh.” Rarity shifted her hips and groaned as Fleur finally released her grip, feeling arousal soaking into her tail. She was panting as much as the two of them, but more from lust than from exertion. “I . . . but . . . hmm!”
“So, would you like Fancy Pants to eat your pussy now?” Fleur asked, smirking. She rolled over onto her stomach, hiding her sheath and slowly-diminishing cock from view once more. “Or would you like me to spend some time on those pretty little teats of yours?”
Oooh, scandalous! So few ponies appreciated that part of her anatomy as an erogenous zone. Fewer still would even think to pay some attention to her there. She did often ask, though, and her lovers occasionally accommodated her. But to have the offer made by a pretty trans-mare who looked as if she could latch on and nurse all night? Rarity cooed at the thought and obediently rolled right over onto her back, showing off her own white tummy. If she glanced down her body, she could see her small, pebbled nipples just between her thighs.
“Good girl,” Fleur said, sliding over and softly kissing her with the gentlest slip of her pink tongue. “Mmm.” She wriggled down some more, nosing through the short white coat, pressing her muzzle against a rib here, giving a soft lap there. “So pretty on your back.” She flicked her tongue out again to give Rarity's navel a swirl, then she glanced down and smiled. “And what have we here?” Fleur kissed one, letting her chin drag down a little bit until the firm nipple pressed against her jawline, making Rarity sigh as she rubbed her cheek into it. “Yes, you like that, don't you?”
The soft bristling of Fleur's coat against her teat was doing terribly taunting things to the heat between her legs. Rarity wriggled a little bit in ecstasy, only to eep as Fleur's forelegs slipped behind her hocks and spread her hind legs flat onto the bed, pinning her down.
“You gave me over to Fancy Pants,” she said, nuzzling the soft crease between Rarity's teats. “And here I was thinking you would be the one to finish me off in your mouth. Hmmph.” Fleur took a moment and rubbed her chin back and forth over the other teat, Rarity squirming as her nipple was ground against that reshaped muzzle. “If I wasn't so spent, I would have half a mind to mount your pretty little face and see if you're as skilled on your back as when you've got me on mine.”
“Be patient?” Rarity suggested, breathing harder, “And you just may get your wish?”
Fleur winked at her, then softly sucked a nipple into her mouth and began to pull with wet, hot tugs of her head.
“Nnngh!” Rarity arched her neck, feeling her horn pressing into the bedspread. Oh, yes, that was just what she wanted. Fleur's teeth were pressing lightly into her nipple, sending little pulses directly to her groin. And there was a hoof circling slowly over her other teat, the contact barely there with the sole just brushing and flicking her tip.
Fleur let her go with a teasing slurp and Rarity felt the bed shift beneath her as Fancy Pants settled his front hooves on either side of her head. She looked up and her muzzle gently bumped his nose, the stallion obviously coming in for a kiss. “Mmmph. Oopsie.”
He chuckled and nuzzled her chin. “You might want to keep your head still for a little bit. Your horn's nearly at my collarbone.” His breath against her coat made her close her eyes and reach up with her forelegs to cradle him against her neck. Both ponies whuffed softly into each other's throats, a few licks given and received as they cuddled.
Then Rarity smiled to herself, feeling daring. “I believe I owe you some service, Fancy Pants.” She made a soft noise as she felt Fleur's muzzle in her cleavage once more, the mare nosing over towards her other teat. “Sit up, darling, and just say if this gets to be too much.” He obeyed and Rarity made sure her horn wouldn't poke him as she gently coaxed him down onto his left side. As he lounged by her head, she finally got her first glimpse of his unsheathed black cock and made an approving noise as she reached out to stroke his length. “Oooh, there we are.” She took hold of his shaft in her hooves and slipped it down, back between his hind legs.
Fancy Pants looked somewhat bemused at the position he was in, as if he hadn't realized he was as flexible as he was currently demonstrating. But his minor confusion vanished with the first soft flick of her tongue. “Ahhh! How did you . . .”
“You would be surprised the places you can learn things, darling,” she said, licking her lips and demonstrating the trick again, her tongue slithering in circles. Down below, she could feel Fleur's mouth doing something inexplicably naughty to her teat and her pleased purr vibrated along his cock.
This was the moment she loved in a threesome, when all the participants were engaged and enjoying themselves. Just as it had been the last time she had done this, when she, Braeburn, and Diamond Rose had pursued a little celebration of their own during Pinkie's “Let's Not Waste Any More Pies!” Party in honour of the Buffalo and the Appleloosa settlers' peace.
Diamond Rose had been a very pretty white Pegasus with a scarlet mane and a hot pink diamond on her flank. She had been the one who had gently coaxed Braeburn out of the barn dance. Rarity had been the one to promise that they would be careful with him and his heart. And in a beautiful antique bed in his home, the trio had curled into a circle, muzzle to tail, and explored. Both mares had taken turns with each other that night, as well as with him, and it still remained one of Rarity's richest experiences. But it was one she would never, ever let Applejack hear about.
Now, she softly took another inch of cock into her mouth, her head starting to bob as Fleur licked, lapped, and slowly moved lower. Rarity's front hooves were pressed against Fancy Pant's back hooves, not holding him closed or spreading him open too far, but just making sure he wouldn't kick suddenly as she worked her blowjob back and forth.
There was a nip at her hind knee and she guessed he was arching his long neck, nuzzling and nibbling up her thigh as Fleur paused in her own attentions to meet him. That noise of a partner's fond kiss was unmistakable in any bed she was in. Rarity just knew they would be plotting, but she was engrossed in her teasing and felt safe leaving herself in their hooves.
Sure enough, there was more nosing and licking at the join of her thighs and Rarity gave a pleased moan around her mouthful as somepony finally got their nose into the damp folds of her pussy. Seconds later, another warm, wet tongue and muzzle bumped against the first, making her wriggle against their combined teasing.
Bliss! Sheer bliss! “Mmmphhh!” It was indeed a two-on-one assault. She could hear the soft clicking of horns down there. But she was happy to let that continue as she sucked and stroked him between her fetlocks.
Rarity could feel her pussy winking as the tonguing she was receiving slowly resolved into a pattern. She could tell when it was Fleur's soft little nose or Fancy Pant's blunter muzzle rubbing over her exposed clit, each lap making her hips tilt up into the lovely, wet sensations.
Finally she couldn't concentrate any more and let Fancy Pants slip out of her mouth, panting as she flopped her head back and moaned deeply. His own sigh at no longer being blown fluttered through her coat, which made her look down at the two of them. “You two . . . mmmm . . . are lovely together.”
Fleur glanced up with a smirk. “You would not believe how often we hear that. Just not in this particular context. Now, shush. This won't take long.” Her head dipped once more and the swirl of her tongue along the edge of Rarity's clitoris drew another sharp gasp.
Well settled into her work now, Fleur proceeded to eat Rarity out, forelegs hooked around her hocks. Rarity only caught sight of a few seconds of her pink tongue lashing up and down before the pleasure became too much and she threw her head back, her horn thumping into the pillows. “Ahhh! Ahhhh!” She bucked and her hips canted even further up, but Fleur simply dug in with her muzzle and lapped more, her mouth pulling, her tongue slithering, building the fuzzing and humming tension inside Rarity's body.
Fancy Pants left Fleur to it and came back up to nuzzle Rarity. She wrapped her forelegs around his neck again as he laid his head across her chest, holding on as she kept bucking and yelping. Pressing her face into his coat, she panted as Fleur did naughty, delicious things to her, then it was all just too much. She couldn't hold on any longer. With a helpless buck of her pinned hindquarters, Rarity came with a whinnying cry that would have shocked herself had she been completely staid and aware of her surroundings.
Trembling, Rarity felt the aftershocks thrum through her and pushed her nose against Fancy Pants' mane, doing her best to try and catch her breath as she spasmed, feeling Fleur's tongue drifting away from her pussy to lick up some of the cream that was drenching her thighs. “Ohhh . . . ohhhhh!” She closed her eyes and groaned as a too-teasing lick sent a stronger aftershock through her and she clenched some muscles, feeling the tremor all the way up in her ears. “Nnnnngh.”
She held on to him for a while longer, just doing her best to come back from wherever it was that orgasm had taken her. Fancy Pants was warm against her, as was Fleur's ever-questing, steady tongue. She was panting, she knew that, but her breathing was calming and she really was okay. Her eyes opened slowly, and things began to take their meaning again.
“Feel good?” he asked. She could hear the smile and blushed hotly as her mind rewound the sounds she'd made just a minute or so before.
“Quite,” she said, stroking his withers with a hoof, not ready to let go yet. “Ohhh. That was a hard one. Whooo.” She blew out a heavy breath and kissed his throat. “I think it might be greedy if I even considered a second one of those.”
Fancy Pants chuckled. “Would you prefer to watch from here on in?”
Rarity kissed his nose. “I said that it might be greedy.” She slipped a hoof beneath his barrel to stroke his cock gently. “But it will be for your benefit, I promise.” Easing away, she found herself at the foot of the bed and quickly gave Fleur a kiss as well, getting both a whiff and a taste of her own scent on the other mare's muzzle. “That was divine, dear.” She gazed into those smoky, self-satisfied eyes, feeling a small pang of nervousness at this part. “Is it all right if he covers me?”
Fleur peered over Rarity's shoulder at him, as if she were deciding if she wanted the honour herself. “It would be cruel to make him wait any longer,” she finally agreed. Then she nudged a white ear and whispered, “And I think I'd like to slide in right after him, just for a little bit. You'll be nice and slippery then and I think your pussy deserves a pounding from a mare, doesn't it?”
Rarity squeaked and her ears flicked right back, then forward again. Oh. Oh, that would just be . . . even the thought of Fleur's cock gliding through the remains of Fancy Pant's orgasm inside her made her knees quiver and her tail hike just a little bit higher.
“Ahhhh, you like that idea?” Fleur kissed her deeply and nudged her again. “Good. Turn around.”
Rarity looked at Fancy Pants, then obediently turned herself around and placed her front hooves on the bed. She spread her hind legs nice and wide, her hooves and magic kicking a few gems away so she wouldn't loose her footing. With a soft, ladylike grunt, she lifted her tail all the way up to show off her winking pussy.
Fancy Pants gave her ear a gentle nip, then his left foreleg was tucked against her ribs. “Ready, Miss Rarity?”
She faced the headboard and wiggled her cutie marks at him. “Take me, Fancy Pants. Ravish me as you will.”
His breath was warm against her neck as he gently got a grip on her barrel with his front legs. There was the soft but firm prodding and sliding of the head of his cock along her folds, drawing a groan from her as his tip nudged her clitoris and she involuntarily winked right against and around that part of him. Both ponies nickered at the feeling and Rarity couldn't help but look back over her shoulder at him again, wanting to see his face when he pushed— “NnnnggaaAAAHHH!”
To her utter shock, she spasmed around Fancy Pants' cock the instant he pushed into her. It wasn't a genteel ripple of welcome, but a pulse of clenching heat and want, pulling him deep and he couldn't help but keep sinking into her, inch after inch. Her breath hitched and even as she huffed and tried to draw another, she was rocking back on her hind legs, his cock sliding in as she was hilted more quickly than she'd ever though possible. His groin met her rump with a soft slap and his forelegs dangled over her shoulders as both unicorns panted in a sudden loss of balance and breath.
“I . . . oh, heavens,” he grunted, his nose in her mane. “Rarity . . . “
She couldn't help it. She whined at him. Her hips rocked again as the wet, hot sound of their joining threatened to tip her over into a rush of orgasm right away. “Hahhh . . . haah . . . mmmph!” She tried to hold still, but good heavens, she was stuffed with cock and it was rubbing inside her in spots that she hadn't been able to find with the most technically agile toys a pony could buy in Canterlot. Every twitch of his length inside her, every staggering step he took or hug his forelegs gave her ribs made him glide back and forth, even if it was mere fractions of an inch.
The temptation to bite a pillow or something to get herself under control was overwhelming. But nothing was within reach. Before Rarity could decide what on earth she was going to do, he caught his balance and gave her barrel a squeeze to steady her up. “Hold on, my dear.”
“Mmm?” she whimpered.
He slid back, then thrust in again.
Rarity's yelp caused three sets of white ears to prick.
Another slap of her hips with his inner thighs sounded, then another, as the two ponies began to find and settle into a rhythm. The sudden rush of a second orgasm began to ease as Rarity shifted her hips from side to side on him, getting herself back under control so she could enjoy the ride. His nose was against the crest of her mane and she let him ride her in slow, deep pumps. Bracing her forelegs as best she could, she arched her neck as his mouth seized her mane and held her up.
His pace didn't increase, but surprisingly slowed, and there came a moment when he stopped entirely, sheathed fully inside her. His hips rocked gently, not in a thrust, but in a grind, and Rarity groaned as he seemed to stir her with his cock, feeling him rise to brush the roof of her pussy, then the pressure dipped to her clit and sparks scattered through her again. She was making soft, lewd noises in her throat and she could feel his hot breath over her forelock now. “Ohhh,” she panted, twisting her head from side to side. “Going to come, darling?”
“Just . . . hmmmmpph, about,” he groaned back as she gave one of those genteel ripples now and drew him deep into her clutches again. “Ready for it?”
“Quite. I'm covered, so go ahead.” Rarity dug in and flicked her hips up, letting his heavy testicles thump lightly into her exposed clit, liking that soft slap.
Fancy Pants pumped her some more, his front hooves tucked beneath her shoulders as his breathing shuddered, signalling the beginning of his climax. Then, as he grasped at her, she tilted her head back as much as she could and got her nose up, flicking her pink tongue out to lap him teasingly beneath his chin.
With a grunt of surrender, he blew his load inside her. His cock overwhelmed her senses with his last few thrusts as his sudden flare locked them together, both ponies whinnying and flagging their tails. She couldn't quite feel the gush, but imagined she could as the rhythmic clench of his balls told her just how much he was coming and his panting let her know that it was a mixture of relief, pleasure, and a little hint of pain at having to wait so long to release inside her.
Rarity felt her horn brush his ears and the two of them nuzzled, then the moment was done and Fancy Pants' grip slackened. He sighed softly as he lifted and withdrew, hooves skidding on rogue gemstones as he carefully dismounted and Rarity turned her head to watch him, feeling the unique sensation of rivulets of his cum beginning to ooze out and slide down her thighs.
Before she could move or twitch her curly little tail, a hot breath puffed into her other ear and made her yip. Another pair of white hooves pressed unerringly into those spots on her hip that had been so deeply abused before, and then Fleur was reared up behind her, pink cock swinging between her thighs.
Rarity could only nod at her, still panting from Fancy Pants' treatment, then her head was lightly hauled back around as Fleur took a mouthful of mane and tugged. Her cock slid up and down those cum-slickened folds in a few gentle strokes, then it parted her easily and, with a squelch that set Rarity's cheeks on fire, Fleur slid right in with a grunt of satisfaction.
Never in her life had Rarity done this. Never had she been taken one after the other, especially right after a stallion had come inside her. The friction was somewhat less with that load already in her, but Fleur still crooned in pleasure as she pushed in all the way and held herself there, her hips pumping gently as if she was trying to feed Rarity even more of her cock.
Fleur's nose nuzzled her throat and nipped lightly at her coat. “Mmmm. You would not believe how good this feels.”
Rarity sighed, closing her eyes and letting Fleur's gentle thrusts thrum through her. “It feels divine from here. If you keep doing this, I'm going to come again.”
“That's the plan,” she said, “and then, if you're very lucky, I'll let you watch me come inside Fancy Pants.” Her hips pumped back and forth again, Rarity cooing at the mental image and settling into a slow build towards climax. Fleur's murmurs of satisfaction were constantly in her ears and the two mares swayed, their hind legs now twined together.
Fleur was patient and firm, her hips slapping Rarity's flanks softly again and again without the accompanying touch of her long-gone testicles. It was a bit like the time she and Sapphire Shores had shared a toy, but Fleur's cock was no toy. It was warm, full, and real, as was the mare herself. And she was skilled and soft, purring as she rode Rarity from behind, pushing her towards that lovely explosion of pleasure.
Finally surrendering to sensation and her trembling forelegs, Rarity groaned and slumped over, putting her head down on the bed and letting Fleur pick up the pace. She was going to come and it was going to be a lovely peak. She wanted this, especially from her fellow mare, and she was going to let her know how much. “Nnnn! Ahhh!” She never called out a pony's name, but tonight she would. It was what she wanted.
Fleur's hooves were now hooked over her shoulders and the hot breath was in her ears again as she moaned and let herself be swept away. “Ahh! Ahhh! FLEUR!” Her tail flagged and her orgasm spiraled through her, sending a new wave of sparking and shuddering through her body. Her hind legs were sodden once more as she actually squirted and the sudden rush sent her peaking even higher as she screamed.
The panting in her ear continued, as did the thrusts deep in her pussy, but both were slowing. Rarity blinked fuzzily, automatically moaning as Fleur's cock tugged against her body's insistence that she stay and keep pounding away. But then there was a soft sigh and another sopping gush over her hocks as Fleur withdrew with a final, gentle slap up against her teats.
Rarity licked her muzzle, half-aware that she was drooling, but she didn't want to lift her head. Her breathing slowly steadied, her body eventually stopped quivering, and the muscles in her tail finally relaxed as it flicked over and dropped back down to cover her sopping quim.
She didn't know how long she lay there, gathering herself, but a curious, enticing noise soon convinced her to peek up, and she was very glad she had.
She had a perfect side-on view of Fancy Pants, reared up at the side of the bed with his front hooves digging into the covers and his hind legs spread wide, just as hers had been. Fleur had mounted him and was slowly gliding her glistening cock up and down beneath his tail, not making the slightest move to penetrate him just yet. Rarity's soft gasp made her glance over and she smiled. “Ah, there you are.” She arched her neck to nip at Fancy Pants' ears. “She's back with us, darling. Are you ready?”
He snorted softly, nodding and flicking his own tail over to the side. Rarity could see his thighs were wet and assumed he had lubed up, then her assumptions were confirmed by the slick noise as Fleur eased the head of her cock into him. The low groans of both unicorns made her tired and aching tail muscles hum and she wriggled just a little bit. She had come twice already and she really had no aspirations for a third, having been ridden quite well by two consecutive ponies. But that didn't mean she wasn't enjoying their continued efforts to pleasure each other.
Fancy Pants was panting, his eyes hooded as Fleur sank slowly into him. She had her forelegs wrapped around his barrel and was making the same soft crooning that she had made while inside Rarity. Then her thighs delicately lifted and she appeared to bottom out, if his gasp was any indication. His own cock had re-emerged and was swaying as he pushed back against her.
Fleur held herself there for a little bit, letting Fancy Pants wriggle slowly beneath her. Then, with a soft nicker, she began to thrust once more, stronger than she had with Rarity; obviously this particular position was familiar to both of them and Fleur knew just how he liked it. That raised some rather heated questions in Rarity's mind, but she refused to speculate. Their relationship was unique and she couldn't pretend to understand that.
Seeing it now, rather than experiencing it, Rarity could see that Fleur's mount-style was somewhat unique. She would hook a hind leg over her partner's hock instead of keeping the same wide stance most stallions would. Fleur would twine herself with her partner and move with them instead of meeting them in a crash of bodies. She was a part of them from the first push to the last thrust.
Fancy Pants groaned and pawed at the bed as Fleur drew out her pegging of him. His cock was wet, hard, and dripping, almost streaming onto the covers. Fleur's own cock had found a nice angle to his prostate and she was performing a slow and steady servicing of that spot, keeping him aroused. Rarity herself usually just used a little push of magic along the stallion's perenium if she wanted to add that sort of teasing into the mix. But this was much more exciting to witness.
“That's it, darling,” Fleur purred, wiggling her hips in a slow corkscrew, pulling another moan from him and another pulse of pre-cum from his cock. “You think you came hard in her? Wait until I come in you. Just a bit longer now.” She glanced over at Rarity and winked, then bit softly into his mane, tugging a little as she rode him. “Hmmm.”
Judging by the noises Fancy Pants had begun to make, he was as close as she was. And so Rarity sat up a little straighter, eager for the finish.
She didn't have to wait long; Fleur was the first to shudder and her hooves began pawing at his shoulders, the mare whinnying and panting, her flanks clenching. She pressed into his back as her tail flagged and swished, and Rarity could imagine her cum spurting as her thighs thumped against his hindquarters.
Fancy Pants' expression spoke volumes about the fact his mare had just emptied herself into him. His neck was stretched out, his lips curling as he whuffed and bucked into her thrusts. His cock was almost slapping against his belly, but then his own whinny sounded and, to Rarity's surprise, several jets of his own cum splashed onto the bed. Heavens. She got him to come without either of them using their hooves! Rarity knew it was possible to do that, but she had only vaguely heard of some of the techniques that would cause it.
Fancy Pants allowed himself to be ridden down with a groan, Fleur guiding him so he wouldn't collapse in his own pool of fluids. She gave him just a few more thrusts, coaxing out what appeared to be the last of his climax before letting him go and flopping down beside his slumped body, panting just as hard.
There was silence for a bit, then Rarity breathed out, feeling thoroughly debauched from just seeing that. “Goodness. I do hope that wasn't played up for my benefit.”
“Oooof. Oh, no,” Fancy Pants assured her, rolling over onto his back to look at her, “Trust me, we were playing it down for your benefit.”
Fleur snorted a soft laugh and leaned over to give her a kiss. “Forgive my sudden withdrawal.” She slipped past and out the door, obviously heading for the bathroom.
“Oh, if only she'd said that after she was done with me,” Rarity murmured. “That would have been so elegant.”
His laugh was exhausted, his sides still heaving. “You still look for elegance, even after all this?”
“Yes.” She was slightly embarrassed, but pushed ahead. “I admit, what we've just been doing is rather primal and messy.” She pawed at the stained and damp bedspread. “But even this has its moments.”
Fancy Pants sat up to lick her cheek. “You're a treasure, dear Rarity. Thank you for being willing to join us tonight.”
Rarity blushed. “It was worth the soreness I know I'm going to have tomorrow.” The two vigorous poundings she'd endured were going to be felt in the morning. She shifted her hips as she felt that trickle once again in her hindquarters and knew she was still dripping. Hopefully, there would be enough hot water left for a shower before she crawled into either their or her own bed later. That would help. But if she had pink flanks tomorrow, she was not going to go outside. “Is this why you and Fleur are together? You have an appreciation for each other.”
“Oh, there are many reasons, but yes, she is the mare for me.” He lay back again. “It took a lot of talking and mutual understanding. I had to make sure she knew that I loved the pony inside that form, whichever way she chose to display herself. And I had to learn that she would let me know when she was comfortable. Sometimes that comfort manifests in her wanting control. And there are other times that she prefers giving in instead. One just never assumes.”
She nodded, getting the gist of it. “It's complicated.”
“When isn't it?” Fancy Pants sighed.
They both lay there for a while, then he lifted his head. “You should be next. I need to wait a while longer to wash after two orgasms like that. Far too sensitive, you understand.”
Rarity pricked her ears as she heard the hoofbeats of Fleur returning. “Ah. Very well. Shall I meet you back here, or is this goodnight?”
“Our other bed can hold more than two ponies,” he offered, “but if you would feel more comfortable by yourself, I won't push you to stay with us.”
“I'll consider it in the shower,” she said, leaning down to nibble his ear. She cooed softly as he returned the affection, then she hopped off the bed, shivering as that trickle down the inside of her thighs continued. Heavens, what a load she'd taken.
Fleur met her at the door. “Thank you ever so much for the experience tonight, darling. You did well and I couldn't ask for a more friendly third.” She perked her ears forward and Rarity accepted the offer, leaning in to give her a nip. “Hmmm. See you in bed later?”
Rarity offered her own ear in return and sighed as Fleur's nip stung softly. “I told Fancy Pants I would consider it. It's been a while since I shared my sleep with two others. But I will stop in, no matter my decision.”
“Good.” Fleur slipped past her, bumping hips and brushing her tail along Rarity's own sodden curls. It was a gesture of admiration and gratitude for everything they'd done together and Rarity felt a lump in her throat. Swallowing it quickly, she looked back into the room and watched the other two white unicorns as they exchanged the same ear-nibbles.
The ear-nip was a post-coital ritual that all of them had learned when they were younger, before their first partner. Every unicorn learned it, even if their partner wasn't a unicorn. It meant many things, but the most important was: “I can be trusted. The secrets of your body are safe with me.” It was a reassurance that what they had just shared would remain private.
Rarity smiled and tucked the memories of the night away, beside those of Diamond Rose, Braeburn, Sapphire Shores, and Rapidfire She'd cherish them again at a later time. But right now, she simply had to hop into the shower and give herself a good scrubbing.
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