The Mayor Has An Appointment To Keep
Rarity sashayed to and fro, levitating a white feather duster that glowed with a dull purple luster. She hummed cheerily to herself as she worked, utilizing the duster to sweep away any lingering dust that had settled in the various nooks and crannies in the shop. Though the interior of Carousel Boutique remained as stunning as ever, she found that, after a cursory glance, it was simply lacking in that certain shine which she so greatly desired; especially in light of the visitor she would soon be entertaining, she would accept nothing less than absolute perfection. The duster, ensnared by her magic, twisted and bobbed this way and that, sending up tiny clouds of dust motes into air which floated lazily, tiny specks floating serenely in the mid-afternoon light that poured through the windows.
A turning of a knob and a ringing of a bell signaled her guest's arrival. Rarity's heart fluttered against her chest, turning on the spot to greet her.
“Mayor Mare! Please, come in. Lovely to see you again, darling!” The brown earth pony, sporting a smartly styled grey mane and glasses, nickered and trotted into the shop. She gently set the feather duster down on a counter top, raising a hoof to her head and minutely adjusting her mane.
“It's been too long, Miss Rarity. I do so enjoy these little...get-togethers, you know.”
“Quite, quite. I have some of the most delicious herbal tea brewing in the kitchen – may I offer you a cup?”
“Tea sounds lovely,” the earth pony nodded as she cantered over toward a table situated near an adjacent wall. Rarity smiled, fluttering her eyelashes ever so slightly as she made her way to the kitchen, firmly toned, supple haunches wiggling minutely with each hoofstep. Mayor Mare couldn't help herself but to look on in admiration – the white unicorn's physique had always been somewhat entrancing to her, especially up close. The mayor allowed herself to indulge in a few saucy memories wherein she had the pleasure of experiencing...shall we say...intimate proximity to those very same haunches. She giggled slightly as memories of a particular late spring evening several seasons prior sent chills down her spine, photo-like flashes of a darkened bedroom and wriggling sheets coming into clear view in her mind's eye.
Moments later, Rarity emerged from the kitchen, levitating a two sets of tea cups and plates with her horn. Steam vapours wafted upward from the fine china, filling the room with a pleasant, yet subtle floral scent.
“You turned the sign around on your way in, I trust?” she asked coyly as she gingerly set the cups down on the table, the slightest hint of a smirk on her face.
“As always, dearest. Carousel Boutique is now closed for the afternoon...and perhaps the evening, if I have anything to say about it,” the Mayor giggled as she took a teacup in her hoof, blowing softly on the top of the cup.
“My, my! Aren't we confident of our abilities, Miss Mayor?” Rarity teased, choosing to handle her teacup manually as opposed to simply using her levitation magic. “Why, if I recall correctly, was it not I who emerged the victor after our last encounter?”
“Only because you cheated,” the Mayor replied in mock indignation, taking a small sip of the tea. “You know that I have a weak spot for...well...less conventional methods.”
“Which is why you are going to simply adore the new addition to my business!” Rarity added playfully, motioning to a black curtain at the rear of the room.
“Yes, I did wonder about that. Are you having some renovations done, Miss Rarity?”
“Hardly, darling. Why don't you follow me, and I'll give you a personal tour. You'll quickly learn that I, with my acquisition of these fine products, have finally earned the right to call my shop a proper Boutique.”
A curious look danced across the Mayor's eyebrows, the left of which raised slightly above the other. Rarity couldn't help but chuckle softly; she, too had a weak spot (several) – among them, the Mayor's colourful facial expressions. Rarity excused herself from the table and motioned for the Mayor to follow. The two mares trotted over to the rear end of the shop, stopping just before breaching the black curtain itself.
“Feast your eyes, darling, on Carousel Boutique's latest and greatest!” Rarity said with a flourish as she reached out with her magic, pulling the curtain apart. The Mayor, slightly taken aback, gasped softly. Adult toys, exotic mechanisms and several contraptions that even the weathered Mayor hadn't even heard of adorned the shelves behind the curtain, a veritable multitude of the lewd and lurid leaping out to fill her vision. Generally cylindrical objects, crafted to bear the likeness of the phallus of several species common to Equestria, sat on the racks and shelves, seemingly crying out in misuse. Several were crafted from some manner of polymer, glistening dully in the muted sunlight; others still were embedded with glitter, sparkly particles of colour twinkling in translucent materials.
“...good heavens, Miss Rarity! This is the surprise you were talking about in our previous correspondence?!” The Mayor asked in shock, eyes widened at the sight of it all.
“Well, yes! But of course, darling! What's the matter? ...don't you like it?”
“I...” the Mayor deftly turned on the spot, rounding on the white unicorn mare as her eyes narrowed.
Seductively.
“I love it.”
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“Yes! Oh sweet Celestia, YES!!” a shrill voice rang out, moaning in utter ecstasy. A writhing mass of pony fur twisted and undulated beneath the bedsheets, delicate groans and grunts lending their parts amid a muffled vibrating noise, creating a veritable symphony of pleasure with a certain white unicorn as its conductor.
“R-Rarity, does that thing have a higher sett-OOOHHH!!!~” the Mayor was interrupted as the vibrating noise doubled in intensity.
“Hmm...something tells me that somepony likes the Auto-Griffon,” Rarity cooed, slick sweat plastered to every conceivable inch of her body. The Mayor would have more than likely replied in the (read: monosyllabic) affirmative, but found herself unable; with her breath caught in her chest and hot, tingling waves of pleasure radiating outward from that certain place between her thighs, she was unable to produce anything more complex than a small eep! as the seasoned unicorn expertly worked the device, pushing it inward and outward in steady, sharp rhythm. She angled her hoof so the tip of the device brushed up against a particularly sensitive bundle of nerve endings inside the Mayor – the end result was an arching of the back and a series of wavering, high-pitched curse words that would have stung a sailor pony's ears. A wetness, greater than what had formed previously, began to seep out of the Mayor as she could do little more than exhale a mixture of half-formed curses and frenzied moans. Her entire body began to shake as the symphony's climactic crescendo took her, every nerve ending alive and every synapse firing on all cylinders. Rarity, a passionate, satisfied grin on her face, watched as the Mayor succumbed to her orgasm, muscles tensing and clenching as she shuddered for the better half of a full minute before finally collapsing back onto the mattress.
The Mayor, chest heaving, was simply unable to speak for a while. Her vision went wonky as lightheadedness set in, waves of pleasure still freely rolling through her body as she felt little droplets of sweat bead off of her, dropping onto the bedsheets beneath her with a barely audible pattering sound. Rarity, having switched off the now broken-in device, cuddled up next to the panting earth pony mare, running a hoof down the center of her chest as she leaned forward to gently nibble at her ear.
“I take it that I performed marvelously,” she whispered, hot breath sending shivers down the Mayor's spine.
“As...as a-always, Miss Rarity,” the Mayor managed, speaking between deep breaths. “That...that was simply amazing.”
“Oh, I am simply overjoyed! I do so hope we can do this again soon, dear. It's always so much fun – you're like putty in my hooves, you know,” Rarity giggled, gently tracing circles with a hoof on the Mayor's stomach.
“Again...yes, we should do this again.”
“Hm, now let me seeeee...” Rarity tapped a hoof to her head, mentally envisioning her little black book. “I think that I may have an opening on the seventeenth...”
Without warning, the Mayor shifted her weight, rolling on top of the white unicorn, a devilish look in her eyes.
“Or...I suppose we could...” Rarity began, already feeling a new wave of hotness radiating from in between her toned flanks.
“I wasn't asking.”
