Tonight I'm Gonna Get You
Tap That
by bats
Rarity looped the threaded needle back through the fabric one final time, weaving through the last few stitches and pulling it tight in a perfect and delicate knot. She floated a pair of scissors close to her work and snipped the string down short. Sagging in her chair and letting out a long sigh, she hefted the finished dress in her magic and carefully draped it over the last mannequin.
Seventeen dresses, all identical, all on rush, all constructed from nearly twenty different cuts of fabric, and, most importantly, they were all done.
Rarity stood and heard her spine discharge a series of pops from her head to her tail. She groaned and rotated her neck, slowly plodding out of her inspiration room and down the stairs on aching hooves. “Really,” she scoffed to no one in particular, “I’m still far too young to be done in by sewing dresses.” Frowning in annoyance at her body, she held her head aloft and trotted boldly into the kitchen. It was time for her usual post-order celebration: a decadence she rarely permitted herself to indulge. She smiled at the odds and ends drawer, grasping it in her magic and sliding it open.
The long and black cigarette holder floated between her teeth. Rarity grinned around it, feeling her pulse quicken in anticipation as she stuck a clove cigarette on the end and flicked a magical spark to life. She inhaled deeply, watching the ember catch and brighten the end to a glowing red.
She set her small and hardly ever used ashtray in the middle of the table and watched the gray curls of smoke twist lazily above her head. She puffed out a perfect ring and sent it billowing through the air.
“Ahhh…” She sank slowly into her seat, letting her eyelids droop while she twirled the holder in her teeth.
As the rush of nicotine—which she assured herself was simply a nice relaxation reward at the end of a large order and did not in any way hold any sort of dependency over her—settled over her mind, she stared off into space and let the last forty hours melt away.
A blur of movement outside of her window caught Rarity’s attention. Stretching languidly in her seat, she got to her hooves and sauntered up to the glass.
Rainbow Dash streaked through the air in a complicated mess of loops and spirals, weaving her colorful trail into midair knots. The corner of Rarity’s mouth turned up in a smirk as she watched her friend practice some unreadable routine over the stretch of open space behind Carousel Boutique.
She considered opening her window and calling to the daredevil, but the fiery end of her cigarette gave her pause. She took another long drag, making the cherry—she always loved that term; all such wicked habits warranted names tied to dessert—burn brighter. Not everypony was aware of her occasional habit. She wasn’t embarrassed, Celesia forbid, but hearing the same, droll, “You know those are bad for you, right?” comments day in and day out was not something she wished upon herself. She contented in the pastime of watching Rainbow from afar.
As unrefined as Rainbow’s personal aesthetics could be, Rarity would readily admit that she had style, and it was always a pleasure to watch her fly. Rainbow Dash left a mark in everything she did, and Rarity leaned against the sill, idly puffing away her clove while she watched.
With a midair somersault, Rainbow landed in the grass and trotted in place. Rarity’s smile widened, hearing the brash mare’s voice in her head belt out an endless stream of self-aggrandizing boasts. She turned her head to keep an eye on her holder as she floated it back to the table and tapped the ash off. When she turned back, she found Rainbow had dropped down into a stretch.
Hindleg straight out behind her as she lowered down, muscle rippled from rear fetlock to shoulder, tensed and defined, her powerful and cut legs, sides, hips, and ass all on display in vivid detail. As she stretched, she tossed her head back, sending her wild mane in a cascade of color.
“Oh, snap,” Rarity exclaimed, “look at that!” Rarity stumbled back from the window in surprise, nearly dropping the cigarette holder from her teeth. “‘Oh, snap’?” she asked herself. “Where on Earth did that come from?” She shook her head forcefully and took small steps back to the window, watching Rainbow Dash stretch out another series of muscles in all her flexible glory. Rarity took another long inhalation off her clove and licked her lips.
“Rainbow, dear, what are you doing to me?” she wondered. Seemingly in response, the pegasus spread her wing, splaying feathers in Rarity’s direction. A shiver ran up Rarity’s neck entirely unrelated to nicotine.
Rarity’s thoughts danced somewhere else just as deliciously decadent as her cigarette. Rainbow Dash could bend and stretch in so many ways, and nopony could blame her for having such a reasonably naughty response as imagining the athlete bending and stretching in all those ways around her. Or better yet, under her.
“Mmn,” she mused as Rainbow flipped off the ground and back into the air, spiraling wildly. “Slow it down, baby. Land and stretch for me again.” Her eye candy stayed resolutely airborne and she hovered her ashtray and cigarette pack over to the window sill. She lit her new clove with the cherry of the finished butt and chuffed it in the tray. Part of her felt like a filly again as she blew rings over her head and fucked Rainbow Dash with her gaze; all giggles and lust, chain-smoking cigarettes, and swaying her hips at stallions and mares alike. She glanced over her shoulder to find she really was rocking back and forth.
Rarity turned back to the window and frowned. “I’m too old to be contemplating such base and crass impulsivities.” She sighed petulantly. “That utter heel at the Gala was not a proper sampling of romantic partners and I should really be looking for some stability, not wild flings with my friends.” She looked back at Rainbow, who was twisting in what could only be described as the best way, and mumbled, “No matter how lovely that sounds…”
“Hey, sis!” Sweetie Belle chimed, cantering into the kitchen. “What’re you looking a—Ewww, are you smoking again?”
Rarity rolled her eyes and moved back to the table, sitting down and ashing her cigarette as soon as the tray settled. “You know well enough I only indulge after finishing an order, Sweetie, dear, and I just finished a big order.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she scoffed, waving her little hooves through the air to dispel the haze. “It just smells so gross.”
“Yes, Sweetie,” she said solemnly, “which is why you should never smoke.”
“Way ahead of you, sis.”
Rarity took one last long drag off her clove and stamped it out in the ashtray. “So I take it your friends are indisposed for the afternoon?”
“Uh-huh,” she sighed. “I don’t have anything to do.” She crumpled into the chair and stuck out her lower lip, crossing her forelegs over her chest.
Looking her little sister over, a small smile worked its way onto Rarity’s face. Sweetie Belle could be so cute when she got pouty. “Well, I don’t have anything to do, either. As I said, I just finished an order. Shall we go do something sisterly?”
Sweetie bounced back up her seat with a wide grin on her face. “Do you mean it?”
“Of course I mean it,” she tittered. “What would you like to do?”
“We could paint together, we could ride bikes, play chess, sing a song, catch frogs, pillow fight—”
Rarity interrupted the stream of ideas with a giggle. “How about we go to the park? You could bring your soccer ball and find a group of foals to have a game with.”
“That sounds great!” Leaping off her chair, Sweetie stopped short and turned back to her big sister. “Isn’t that, like, kid stuff, though? Won’t you get bored?”
“Nonsense.” She stood and emptied her ashes into the garbage can before putting the tray, cigarette pack, and her holder away in their drawer. “One is never too old to appreciate the little things in life.” As the words left her mouth, she paused. Sweetie clattered up the stairs to fetch her ball and Rarity drifted back to the window.
Rainbow Dash was stretching again, all lithe and fluid curves on display. “One is never too old, don’t you agree, Rainbow Dash?” she mused under her breath. She stepped back and appraised her reflection in the window, straightening her mane with the pat of a hoof and clearing her throat. She sniffed, made a face, and tried to wave away the smoke in the air. Batting her eyelashes, she swung open the window and called, “Well, hello, Rainbow!”
Reaching across herself to loosen up the muscles running down her sides, Rainbow started and turned an eyebrow towards her sudden audience. “Oh, hey, Rares! What’s up?”
“Nothing much in particular,” she answered in a half singsong melody. “I was about to head out to the park with Sweetie Belle when I noticed you practicing.”
“Heh, yeah.” She scratched the back of her head and grinned awkwardly. “You’ve got a big open space back here; it’s great for not crashin’ into stuff. Sorry?”
“Oh, no need to apologize.” She waved a hoof and fluttered her eyelashes with a strange smile on her face. Rainbow’s expression switched from chagrined to bemused. “I was just wondering…you know we never spend any time together, just the two of us.”
Rainbow tentatively trotted closer to the window, raising an eyebrow. “I guess not.” She frowned suddenly. “Yeah, we really don’t.”
“Well, let’s change that.” She leaned onto the frame, flashing the same mysterious smile that drew Rainbow from her stretching. “I know we have so terribly few interests in common, but I’d be willing to bet drinking is one of them.”
A wide smirk stretched across Rainbow’s muzzle. “Yeah, but you probably like wine.” She mimed retching. “I’m not into all that froufrou, namby-pamby sorta booze.”
Rarity clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Namby-pamby?” She sighed mockingly. “Well, in addition to several lovely and mature bottles of wine, I have an assortment of spirits: vodka, brandy, sherry, whiskey, gin, and a number of mixers. Of course, if none of that strikes your fancy—” she looked down her snout at her friend “—you could always bring over a case of gut-swilling, lowbrow beer if you must.”
Rainbow chuckled, a playful sneer on her face. “I’m sure I’ll find somethin’. Sounds like fun; I always like drinkin’ ponies under the table.”
“We’ll see who outdrinks who then, won’t we?” Rarity flipped her mane away from her face. “Are you free tonight? I just finished a large order of dresses and have some down time.”
“Yeah, I’m free. Rainbow Dash makes her own schedule.” She puffed out her chest and ran a hoof through her mane. Rarity suppressed the urge to chew on her bottom lip. As she turned to leave, Rainbow paused and turned back to her friend, her expression guarded. “Are the girls gonna be there, too?”
Rarity batted a hoof. “I said just the two of us, Rainbow. Let’s have some girl to girl bonding all by ourselves, hmm?”
Rainbow flashed her another smirk. “Alright, Rares. I’ll swing by at…eight?”
Leaning halfway out of the window and resting her chin on her hooves, Rarity answered. “I’ll be here.”
A bit of confusion re-entered her friend’s face, but the brash mare didn’t say anything else, leaping into the air and flying away briskly. Rarity turned back to the kitchen and found Sweetie Belle sitting and giving her sad eyes. “I didn’t forget about you,” she teased. “I just saw Rainbow Dash outside and wanted to chat for a moment.
“You’ve got other plans now, huh?”
Rarity offered her assurance, saying, “For this evening, not now. Come on, Sweetie, let’s get you to the park.” A smile stretched back over Sweetie Belle’s face and she bounded towards the door, her soccer ball bouncing merrily on her back. Rarity glanced at the window and her eyes flashed with a predatory gleam. Her voice dropped so only she could hear herself. “And, my dear Rainbow Dash, tonight I’m gonna get you.”
Rainbow trotted lightly to the front door of Carousel Boutique carrying a case of beer under a wing. She ran a hoof through her mane and knocked, calling out, “Rares! The party’s here!”
The door opened in a glow of magic and Rainbow squinted into the darkened room; the blinds were drawn against the low light of the setting sun, leaving the shop’s main room in shapeless shadows. With some trepidation, she stepped inside. “…You here, Rarity?”
“In the kitchen, Rainbow.”
A shiver ran up Rainbow’s spine. ‘The heck does that voice mean?’ She trotted slowly into the kitchen to find Rarity sitting at the table. The dim space, illuminated by a series of candles set on the counters, window sill, and table top, cast an air of mystery around the room and lit up the odd smile on Rarity’s muzzle.
“Right on time, Rainbow,” Rarity said, lifting the wine bottle up and tipping it to pour herself a glass. She crinkled her muzzle in amused distaste. “I see you did bring beer.”
“Had to bring somethin’; it’s what ya do.” Rainbow hesitated before setting the case down on the floor and stepping slowly towards the table.
“Well, sit down!” she said brightly, gesturing to a chair. “Crack open one of those vile cans and let’s talk.” As she guest sat and dragged the case closer with a hind leg, she continued, “For being friends as long as we have, I daresay we’ve spent a criminally small amount of time getting to know each other.”
The can hissed as Rainbow pulled back the tab. “Yeah, I’ve been thinkin’ about that since you invited me over.” A small, confused frown creased her face as Rarity batted eyelashes at her, but she pressed on. “To be honest, I kinda always thought you didn’t really like me.”
Rarity’s smile faltered.
“I didn’t think you hated me, or anything.” She took a long, guzzling swig of her beer and set the can down on the table. “We’re all friends and junk, but I thought I annoyed you way more than you annoy me.”
“Annoy?” She studied her friend’s face and a pang of relief slowed her pulse when she saw a playful smirk. “Oh, you’re teasing me. You had me worried, Rainbow; I’d hate for you to really think I didn’t get along with you.”
“I’m…kinda serious.” Rainbow leaned forward across the table. “We’re good at rilin’ each other up, and most the time I know it’s a joke, but you’re kinda hard to read, Rares.”
Rarity looked down into her dark drink and took a slow sip. Suddenly the reason for inviting Rainbow to her home was the furthest thing from her mind. “Well…” she started in a measured and careful tone, “you can be trying at times, Rainbow, but so can everypony. I’ve never held any ill will towards you, I offer you my most sincere assurance.” She glanced back up at Rainbow Dash. “I’m well aware I have a bit of a sharp tongue and you more than likely get the worst of it, but that’s only because you’re so good at fighting back.”
A grin lit up Rainbow’s expression. “That’s always what I thought we had going on, but we really haven’t ever hung out like this.” She drained the rest of her beer, smashed the empty on her forehead, and grabbed a second. “Why not?”
Rarity tapped her chin and for a few moments said nothing. She took a deep breath and drained the rest of her glass. “It seems like whenever we both have free time, so does everypony else and we’re going out as a group. We are both rather busy mares, aren’t we?”
“What happened to calling me a ‘lazy roustabout’ or whatever?”
Rarity giggled, pouring herself a second, larger glass. “It’s quite fun to call you a roustabout, dear, but I know the truth: every day of perfect weather doesn’t simply happen, and I’m well aware of the work that goes into keeping one’s body so well muscled.”
Rainbow felt Rarity’s eyes on her in an appraisal that wasn’t quite a full on leer and felt heat rise to her cheeks. She grinned and flexed a foreleg. “Yeah, I know I look good; can’t keep you fillies off’a me.” Instead of the expected scoff, Rarity giggled. Rainbow dropped her leg back to her side and blinked in surprise.
“I wouldn’t be shocked by that in the slightest,” Rarity mused. “Tell me all about your exploits, girl to girl.”
Rainbow felt rather disarmed, getting stared down by half-lidded eyes above a coy grin. She cleared her throat and took another long draught.
“Don’t tell me you never kiss and tell.”
Rainbow nearly choked on her drink and swallowed painfully. She cleared her throat and answered, “I’ve had my share I’ve tapped, not gonna lie. You seem pretty curious for somepony so prissy, Rares. Or are you really a freak and don’t tell us about it?” She leaned forward and grinned evilly. “How long is the train of stallions bangin’ on your front door…” She dropped her voice. “Or your back door?”
Rarity burst out laughing, a bright and lyrical ringing of mirth. “Oh, Dash,” she giggled, “you are so crass.” She drained her glass. “And I’ll have you know both those lines are stocked with stallions and mares.”
Were Rainbow Dash a mare with less willpower, she was sure she’d have to pick her jaw up off the floor.
The wine glass got half full before the bottle ran dry. “I’m going to need far more of this if you keep making such delightfully shocked faces, Rainbow, dear.” She stood from her seat. “Really, you are just too much fun—” she turned around and flicked rainbow in the face with her tail, wriggling the curled end against the gaping mare’s snout “—to tease.”
Rainbow blinked stupidly at her friend. Rarity took slow, strutting, hip-swaying steps to a cupboard and she found her eyes drawn like a magnet to Rarity’s flank. Her blush darkened when Rarity bent down to search out a second bottle.
Rarity looked at her guest for the evening obliquely. A pleased grin spread over her muzzle; Rainbow could be played like a fiddle. She flicked her tail to the side casually and watched Rainbow’s eyes dart away and then right back. When she could delay it no longer, she stood up with a second bottle of wine in her magical grip.
Rainbow cleared her throat a few times and drained her beer.
“Look at you,” Rarity teased. “You’re all flustered! And I thought Rainbow Dash to be unflappable.” She clicked her tongue and shook her head.
“I’m just not drunk enough yet.” Rainbow popped open and guzzled down a third can, burping in satisfaction.
“Rainbow!” she admonished, taking her seat and topping off her glass. “That’s so unladylike.”
Bearing down on the table, Rainbow swallowed a gulp of air and let out a tremendous belch. Halfway through the long eruption, she pitched lower and transformed it into the roar of a timberwolf.
Rarity nearly fell out of her chair laughing.
Grinning at the normally poised mare reduced to stitches, Rainbow mused, “Hey, she does have a sense of humor.”
“You’re far too much, darling,” she choked out, sitting back up. “You’re probably far too much for most ponies to handle.” Her tone dropped somewhere past a murmur and into the realm of decidedly smoky. “But I think I can handle you.”
Rainbow’s blush returned in full force. ‘Is this filly for real?’ She pawed at the case of beer without tearing her eyes of the…hungry grin on Rarity’s muzzle. “What, uh…what’re you goin’ for with all this, Rares?”
Tossing back her drink, Rarity stood with slinking slowness. “Don’t play dumb, Rainbow.” She stepped closer, the three glasses of rapidly consumed wine adding a sensual sway to her movements. “I saw you staring.” To a small squeak of surprise, she climbed into Rainbow’s lap and straddled her hips. Circling Rainbow’s neck with her hooves she leaned close to her crimson-stained muzzle. “I think I’ve had quite enough tempting and teasing, how about you?” she whispered.
“Are you for real?”
Rarity tittered. “You are simply adorable all out of sorts. And just from seeing me being forward!” She leaned with aching slowness to Rainbow’s ear and whispered, “And if you liked that show, I can show you something new.”
As Rarity gently exhaled a hot breath over the tip of her ear, Rainbow shuddered. All at once her hooves were on either side of Rarity’s rump. “Celestia damn, you’re hot.” She chuckled throatily, feeling the distinct lack of space separating her from her friend.
“There’s a good girl.” She grazed her teeth along Rainbow’s ear. “Just keep this in your head: I’m the boss.”
“What—” a hoof running through her mane interrupted her train of thought and she shivered, arching her head up to catch Rarity’s gaze. “What’s gotten into you?”
Rarity leaned down and locked her lips with Rainbow Dash, probing past teeth, stealing the shocked mare’s breath away. As fast as it started, Rarity pulled back, feeling the heavy bellowing of the chest against her belly as Rainbow panted, grinning at the hooves gripping her cutie marks with sudden strength. “Well, you see, miss Rainbow Dash, I was relaxing after finishing a stressful dress order, and whosoever should I happen to see outside my humble abode in the process of stretching all her delicious muscles?” She dove to the corner of Rainbow’s jaw and nipped hard, suckling and licking. She breathed out, “I liked that, and I told myself…oh, how would you put it?”
Rainbow gasped as Rarity roughly slid a hoof down her side, over a wing, and up her chest. Rarity pulled back, looked her straight in the eye, and said, “I wanna tap that.”
Before Rainbow could respond, Rarity slid off her lap and almost pranced towards the stairs. Her tail slid along Rainbow’s chin and drew another shiver. Rainbow fumblingly got to her hooves and stared wide-eyed as Rarity disappeared from view. Rainbow straightened up, shook her head forcefully, took a meek step forward, paused, cracked open a beer, chugged it, and raced up the stairs at a full-out gallop.
Rainbow barged into Rarity’s bedroom. As soon as she crossed the threshold, Rarity stepped out from behind the open door and bucked it shut with a slam. Rainbow whirled around and immediately had Rarity wrapped around her neck, kissing her forcefully and shoving her towards the bed. She stumbled backwards at her friend’s assault, snaking her hooves around Rarity’s middle and opening her jaw, feeling a tantalizingly hot tongue invade her mouth, sweet and rich from wine. She pushed into Rarity’s muzzle, searching out more of that taste. The random thought that she might like wine more if it were served with a kiss flitted through her head as her hindlegs struck the edge of the bed. She fell backwards and pulled Rarity on top of her.
A giggle left Rarity’s lips as she settled over Rainbow’s chest. “You’re never gonna get away from me now.”
Rainbow grinned and darted into Rarity’s neck, trailing a row of kisses from shoulder to jawline. A shrill meep was forced out of Rarity as she rolled over and scooted them both further onto the bed. “As if I’d wanna get away,” she growled.
Rarity gasped as teeth sunk into her coat and hooves danced along her sides. She giggled again, playing with fly-away mane. Rainbow’s hooves drifted lower and gripped her inner thighs. “Oh, you naughty girl, you,” she admonished as Rainbow spread her legs apart. “Now don’t forget what I told you earlier.”
A tingling sensation surrounded Rainbow’s shoulders and she found herself pulled backwards. “Hey, wha—” Rarity’s mouth was back over hers, hot, burning, yearning. She closed her eyes and tumbled back onto the bed with Rarity above her. Her forelegs flew wide involuntarily.
Rarity sat up, straddling her plaything’s hips and grinning devilishly. “I’m the boss, darling.” She bent low and ran her tongue across Rainbow’s chest. “Shall I help you remember?”
A clinking rattle of metal to metal tinkled from either side of the headboard. Rainbow glanced back to see chained hoofcuffs rise from the corner post and slither around her magically extended limb. As it clicked into place, she felt one snap over her other leg. The aura holding her dissipated and she pulled at the two chains futilely.
“Mmm, that’s better, isn’t it?” Rarity purred. She nipped at Rainbow’s throat and drew a shudder. “I have you now.”
Rainbow moaned as her captor’s hooves slid up and down her chest. “You are a freak. Nnn, but so’m I; don’t stop.”
“Mmm, I’d say we are just both ladies who appreciate the finer things in life.” She kissed the bound mare, exploring Rainbow’s mouth with passion and ferocity. Rainbow shivered as the hooves on her chest moved faster. Rarity pulled Rainbow’s lower lip between her teeth and nibbled.
Rainbow’s eyes opened as her lover slid languidly down her barrel, the fiery kisses moving to her coat in a series of suckling bites, leaving swirls of hair in a meandering trail from neck to belly. She struggled uselessly against her bindings, releasing a series of little clinks, and Rarity looked back at her with smoky eyes. “Going so soon?”
Rainbow chuckled throatily.
“Just sit back and enjoy yourself; I’m about to teach you how to scream my name.”
Biting her lip, a tingle raced up Rainbow’s spine and she clamped her hindlegs together; she could feel she was already soaked. She rattled her chains again. “Holy shit, you’re fucking hot.”
“Language, dear.” Rarity slid further down Rainbow’s belly and pulled a nipple between her lips, biting and flicking gently. A rumble of approval vibrated her lover’s body and she swirled her tongue around Rainbow’s teat, clamping her mouth over the small mound and sucking.
“Nng!”
Rarity switched sides and ran her hooves roughly along Rainbow’s thighs. As she sucked and tongued the hard nub in her mouth, her caresses trailed inwards. She sat back a few inches and sighed in satisfaction. Gripping Rainbow’s cannons, she forced her lover’s legs apart.
Web-thin strands of wet trailed from Rainbow’s legs to her parted marehood. Her swollen clit pulsed hypnotically and channels of her juices flowed freely, darkening her mound and coursing down her thighs and ass, seeping into her tail. Rarity’s own arousal jackknifed violently at the sight and she let out a breathy gasp. “You’re gorgeous.”
A throaty grunt between pants was all the response she received.
Rarity slid onto her belly until her face was a bare inch from the beautiful sight. She inhaled deeply, tasting Rainbow’s lust on the back of her throat, chewing her lip and fluttering her eyes. She opened her mouth and let out a hot and languid breath across Rainbow’s sex.
“Oh, fuck,” Rainbow barked, her hindlegs twitching. “Hurry up, before I hurry you up.”
“And how exactly would you plan on doing that, my little prisoner?” she teased. She extended her tongue and touched the very tip to Rainbow’s nub. Another twitch drew a giggle. “You’re quite at my mercy and I could stretch this out as long as I—”
Rarity shrieked in surprise as one of Rainbow’s hindlegs hooked underneath her stomach. The athletic mare clamped the other leg over her back and hoisted her off the bed, spinning her in midair. She stuck out her hooves to catch herself and landed on all fours above Rainbow and facing the foot of the bed. “V-very amusing,” she struggled out. “I should have chained those other pesky legs up, too.”
Rainbow’s wings clapped to her sides and pulled her to the bed with a thrilling amount of strength. “And those wings as well,” she gasped. The chains clinked as Rainbow leaned forward, and quite suddenly she felt a tongue squirming its way inside her. “Oh—Oh my.”
Rainbow lapped at her like a creature possessed and her eyes fluttered. She felt her forelegs shake as she tried to prop herself up, and jolts of pleasure clouded her thoughts. As the wings on her sides guided her to roll over, she did so without hesitation.
Her eyes locked with Rainbow’s as the captive mare slurped and licked, pressing in aggressively, nudging Rarity’s clit with her snout. Rarity’s jaw fell open and she panted breathlessly, propped up on a single foreleg so she could stroke Rainbow Dash’s mane and ears. “Oh, Rainbow, you’re divine!” she cried.
Rainbow rubbed her slick thighs together. Chained up and muzzle-deep in Rarity, she wasn’t sure she had ever been so turned on in her life. She explored her new lover greedily, drinking in Rarity’s scent and flavor. Rarity’s eyes glazed over and heavy breaths shook her whole frame as Rainbow watched. She could feel her captor’s inner walls clenching around her tongue and she slid out, sweeping the throbbing clit between her lips and going in for the kill.
Rarity arched backwards and grabbed Rainbow’s head, holding on for dear life and shoving her lover as deeply into herself as she could. Rainbow opened wide as a stream of bliss shot from Rarity’s sex, splashing the back of her throat and dribbling down her chin. Rarity clenched and relaxed against her, filling the room with the sound of strained squeaks and rapid breaths.
Slumping down across Rainbow’s barrel, Rarity let out a long and satisfied sigh. She rolled off her lover and murmured, “I haven’t come like that in ages.”
Rainbow chuckled. “I am awesome.”
“You certainly are,” she agreed with a grin. “And for such ‘awesome’ services, I believe you deserve a reward.” A box floated up from underneath the bed and Rarity pulled out an ice blue plastic egg that dangled from a long cord. She crawled back to Rainbow Dash. “Now sit still.”
Rainbow felt the smooth egg at her sopping entrance and arched her hips against it. Rarity slowly pushed the toy in and her inner walls clamped down around it, pulling it in further. She moaned through her snout and shut her eyes, rubbing her thighs together, feeling the wide object stretch her muscles.
Rarity lifted the control on the other end of the cord and turned the knob.
A gasp tore its way out of Rainbow’s throat as the vibrator hummed to life, sending tingles racing to the ends of her hooves. She pulled at her chains and kicked her free legs, thrusting her hips at the air. “Oh, sweet Luna!”
Rarity chuckled indulgently, sliding around the bed until she was between Rainbow’s legs. She caught her lover’s rocking hips and guided her up, the cord hanging from her dripping marehood. Rarity leaned close and teased, “Such a dirty mare deserves the right sort of reward. Shall we indulge an especially dirty fantasy?”
Rainbow’s moans were interrupt by a gasp as she felt Rarity’s tongue sweep up her dock and over her butt. The warm and wriggling wetness circled her ass, teasing and pressing. Rarity leaned back and said, “Knock, knock.”
Biting her lip, Rainbow nodded numbly, doing her best to relax all of her muscles despite the vibrator buzzing away inside of her. Rarity’s tongue pressed back against her and she closed her eyes, willing herself limp. With gradual and gentle advances, Rarity eased inside and she moaned helplessly.
With shallow strokes and soft twists, Rarity felt Rainbow’s muscles loosen at her attentions. She grinned around her tongue, spreading Rainbow further. As she worked, she silently lifted another toy from the box.
Rainbow’s eyes opened as Rarity’s tongue left and was replaced by the rounded head of another toy. Rarity crouched behind her with a strap-on cinched into place. “You know,” Rarity mused, licking her lips, “normally I would add a bit of lube, but I think you’ve provided an ample supply.”
Rarity’s horn lit and Rainbow felt the slippery wetness coating her marehood, soaking her thighs, dribbling down her belly, and dampening her tail lift out of her coat, siphoned into a glistening ball of moisture. Rarity guided Rainbow’s juices to the false stallionhood and coated its surface, holding the excess liquid in place with a gentle application of magic. She looked up and caught Rainbow’s lust-filled eyes. “Are you ready?”
Rainbow kicked her legs and nodded.
Rarity grinned wickedly and grasped Rainbow’s hips. Inch after inch of the toy slid into her ass, her own lubrication easing its path as she held her breath and kept herself from clenching. With decadent slowness, she felt herself fill up, the toy pressing at her inner walls from a foreign and exotic direction. At long, long last, she felt Rarity’s hips settle against her flank. She let out a long exhalation.
Looking down at where they joined, Rarity watched her lover’s lips hum from the buried egg, a new stream of lust escaping and running to the second toy. She licked her lips and slid back out an inch.
Rainbow’s head fell back against the bed as her lover built a slow and careful rhythm, rocking into her second entrance, letting her grow used to the new sensation. Soon she was clenching around the stallionhood on purpose, thrusting to meet Rarity’s movements. “Oh, man,” she gasped. “Faster.”
Chuckling, Rarity marveled, “You certainly are a dirty mare.” She pressed in deep and grasped one of Rainbow’s hindlegs. Fumbling to comply, strap-on hilted in her ass and vibrator whirring away in her marehood, Rainbow was directed onto her belly with her forelegs crossed and chained under her chin, lifting her upper body off the bed. Rarity guided her rump up until she was crouched on her knees, and hooves settled on either side of her shoulders. Rarity whispered, “A dirty, dirty mare. I kinda like that.”
Rainbow barked out hoarsely as Rarity pulled back and slammed into her. The reaming came fast and fierce, filled with the wet slaps of hips to thighs as her lover drilled her. “Oh, damn!” she yelled.
A hoof left the bed and curled around her belly. Rarity arrived at her aching clit and rubbed in time with the frantic thrusting. Rainbow scrunched her eyes tight, feeling almost overloaded with sensory input. She clenched and strained around the toys inside of her and whimpered with every plunge.
Already overwhelmed, Rainbow’s arousal shot up steeply and her climax exploded like liquid fire through her mind. She slammed back against Rarity and the chains holding her in place ripped off the bed with a loud crack. The splitting wood was almost completely drowned out by her scream. “Oh, Rarity!”
Tumbling to her flank from the suddenly free pegasus shoving against her, Rarity gasped in surprise. Rainbow shuddered and grinded against her, riding out the waves of bliss, and Rarity wrapped her hooves around the shaking mare. Gradually Rainbow stilled and eased her way off of the strap-on. She moaned helplessly as the head came free and she dropped to her side to pant. “T-turn this thing off before I go nuts,” she asked meekly.
Rarity chuckled and lifted one of Rainbow’s legs, grasping the vibrator’s cord in her magical grip. The egg stopped its torturous buzzing and left Rainbow’s sex with a wet pop. She took off the toy and rolled onto her belly. “I’ll be back in just a moment, darling.”
Rainbow lay on the bed and waited for her heart to stop beating quite so rapidly. Her hooves twitched with lingering spikes of her orgasm and she whimpered. Flopping onto her back, she barely noticed Rarity return.
“I very much hope you don’t mind, but I just couldn’t resist after that.”
Rainbow pulled her head up with some reluctance to see Rarity sit on the edge of the bed with a long, black cigarette holder in her teeth and a corona of bluish gray smoke around her head. She took a long drag and sighed out, “I know it’s a vile habit, but it was a necessary evil.”
Rainbow smirked. “Gimme one.”
The holder nearly fell out of Rarity’s mouth. “You couldn’t possibly smoke.”
“Only after getting fucked like that, gimme one.” She gestured impatiently.
Rarity pulled a clove from her pack and passed it to Rainbow, offering a magic spark to light it. She set the ash tray down on the bed between them as Rainbow puffed her cigarette to life. Rainbow exhaled a shapeless blob of smoke with a satisfied sigh. “Wow, that’s harsh.”
“It’s a clove.”
Rainbow grunted and took another drag.
Rarity eyed the broken chains with amusement as they smoked in silence. She chuffed out her cigarette in the tray and said, “You certainly did a number on my bed.” She stood back up and undid the cuffs around Rainbow’s hooves.
“I’d do it again in a second,” Rainbow teased.
“I don’t doubt that, you wicked animal. Mmm, this was exactly what I needed. We should do this again.” She sat back down on the bed next to the corner post to examine the splintered hunk where the bolts had torn away. She stopped when hooves wrapped around her middle and a gentle kiss was placed on the back of her neck.
“We should. Wanna grab dinner tomorrow?”
Rarity blinked slowly. She turned in the loose embrace to face her...to face Rainbow Dash. “Rainbow…are you asking me on a date?”
“Yeah. What else would I be asking?”
Staring off into space for a moment, the surprised mare tried to collect her thoughts. “…I can’t believe you’d be interested.”
Rainbow snorted. “Then what the hell was all this, then?”
Rarity’s cheeks tinged and she cleared her throat. “A romp in the sheets is one thing, but we hardly have a thing in common and—”
“Listen, Rares,” Rainbow said matter-of-factly. “Here’s what I know: I know that that sex was awesome. I know I have fun talkin’ to you and crackin’ jokes. We’re both really busy and I bet you don’t date a lot ‘cause of that, right?”
Rarity nodded.
“Me neither; it’s hard goin’ after somepony when you know you’re gonna be swamped with stuff. But if they’re also busy, I figured they’d get it when stuff comes up.” She unfurled a wing and added it to the hug. “I know how hard you work; if I gotta go to the Academy at the last minute, you’re gonna get it, right?”
“I certainly would,” Rarity answered. “And I suppose it makes just as much sense that you’d understand when I got a rush order that needs to be done in three days.”
“Totally.” She squeezed her lover around the middle. “I dunno about anything else. But you’re hot, I like spendin’ time with you, and our lives are kinda like each other. Isn’t that enough to see if there’s something else there?”
For several moments, Rarity sat in contemplative silence. Slowly, she turned to Rainbow and smiled. “Dinner tomorrow sounds lovely.” Rainbow grinned and pulled her new marefriend into a gentle kiss. The pair slowly drifted to their sides on the bed. Eventually they broke apart and lay in each other’s hooves. “Would you like to stay the night, or are you busy with ‘stuff’ tomorrow?” she teased.
Rainbow clenched her ass and shivered at the delightful soreness. “I don’t trust myself to fly straight.”
Giggling, Rarity snuggled into Rainbow’s muscled chest. “I told myself that I was gonna get you tonight,” she murmured. “…Looks like you got me.”
“Oh, barf.”
Rarity’s laughter grew louder and she hugged Rainbow more tightly. “You are far, far too much.”
They eventually sat up to pull back the covers and crawl into bed. As Rarity nestled into her pillow, Rainbow pressed against her back and wrapped a hoof around her. She lay awake longer than her lover, feeling the even puffs of breath on the back of her neck and the gentle weight holding her in place. The warmth of another pony in bed was not completely foreign to her, but the thought of having a specific pony there, not for one night, but rather for most nights—and perhaps, some day, every night—was a very new and unique sensation. One she kinda liked.
As Rarity thought about it, she realized she didn’t just kinda like that. She really liked that.
Author's Note
If you missed it in the description, this story is inspired by the song Tap That by Megan "Mugzy" McCauley, which is far too catchy for its own good.
This is the Raridash story for my 'Extra Spicy Erotica Edition' run-through of the Variety is the Spice of Life Challenge. The base challenge: five 1k word minimum stories covering five different mane six/mane six ships, is far too easy. So here I am doing all fifteen possible pairings, and I'm doing it twice, once teen or lower, once mature. This marks the third story for the challenge total and second for the erotica run-through. Thus far I've written over 30k words for the challenge and I'm a tenth done.
What am I doing to myself?
I quite like Raridash and I'm not sure why it's not written more often; they're quite fun to write together. You'll see at least one more from me for the clean run-through, and any more that strike my fancy.
As always, thanks for reading.
