Author's Note

This is the first chapter in this series that I got a start on. That last bit is a bit of deliberate troll realism, so stop reading at the like if you wish to skip it. Consider yourself warned before you break that dislike button.

Rarity Rubs One Out

Rarity sat in her bedroom after working a long day in her boutique. Her work done for the day and her inspiration in stasis for a little bit. Sweetie Bell was away at the CMC clubhouse, as she was want to do when she did not have much schoolwork to do. It was a huge relief that Sweetie Bell had such good friends, since Rarity had about zero desire to be a proper parent, although signs were likely that the perfect stallion would be an unofficial step-father. To be fair, Rarity thought, at the rate her stallion hunting was going, Sweetie Bell would be married first, or, realistically, be living on her own.

In spite of those thoughts, Rarity decided to take the evening to herself. After going to her upstairs bedroom, she decided not to close the curtains, since nopony could see into there from the street and she enjoyed the natural fall lighting. Leaving the windows cracked slightly had a wonderful effect of adding a cool breeze to the warm coziness of the brightly-lit room. Rarity went around the room, uncapping the scented oil wells to add to the fall aromas.

After arriving at the bed, Rarity laid on her back, enjoying the support along her spine as she relaxed. The white pillows and sheets were ordered with the specific intention to be as comfortable as possible for loving and were far too seldom used for anyone's desire. Ignoring the drawers full of every imaginable variety of pleasurable device and teledildonic, Rarity was purposefully back to basics: just her and her hooves. Up here in her loft, she wondered just how she got the reputation for having a sex dungeon in the basement. True, she did have a backup setup down there for the summer, when it was intolerably hot in the loft, even with the air conditioning running, but, much like Twilight's watersports inclination, it seemed to be rumours ran wild over a minor detail. Still, it was up here she most enjoyed intimate time, and it was one of the first times in a while the weather permitted her to be up there in the sun.

The warmth and whiteness of the sheets focused Rarity's thoughts were on her misadventures with the princesses. She lowered her right hoof and stroked her barrel, feeling her fur get roughed up and imagining the princess' lips descending on her. Her hoof circled her teats, making them erect and sensitive. It was too bad that there was simply no way for a hoof to feel like tongue, but that simply meant she had to move on to her next target.

Lower and lower the hoof went to save the best for last. She brought both her hooves gently between her legs as far as they would go and then roughed up the fur on her thighs as she let out a small moan and leg twitch. Her left hoof stayed in its assigned vicinity, but the right one was on top of her marehood, slowly rubbing the whole area to build up her feminine fluids. Rarity moaned louder as she simultaneously hit her clit and a particularly sensitive patch of fur and brought her left hoof gently to her female folds and carefully used her hooves to part her lower lips.

Dampness covered the right hoof as she rolled it about to spread her lubrication over the whole area for the most comfortable pleasure. She kept her left hoof in place to keep her lips open as she reached her right hoof up to her muzzle. Inhaling deeply, Rarity confirmed her decision to try to find out what it was about Twilight and the princesses that made them so attracted to her juices. She brought the hoof in front of her mouth and took a long, slow lick starting where her hoof was still clean. Gradually, she started to taste a mare, then something—Twilight was right! It did taste like a less creamy Luna. Excited that she did not taste as bad as she remembered from when she tried many moons back out of curiosity and boredom, Rarity kept up the lick until she made a full circle on her hoof.

It was time to go full force ahead. Rarity put her hoof in her silt and pushed it in as far as her wrists would allow, then re-moistened the area and headed toward the tip. She twitched at the contact, then made another circle and another twitch. She had an odd nervousness, but then made a third circle, this time resting her hoof on her button and shaking herself against it. She moved her hoof in a line toward her bum and back, revelling in the different sensation of her labia compared to her clit and realised what the twitchy nervousness was about. She would have to use the filly's room after her session, but she would finish in short order and she was not a squirter like Twilight or the allegedly legendary Fluttershy.

Now, it was rubbing time.

Rarity rubbed her hoof intensely, feeling some magic congregate in her still sensitive horn as she slowly crawled to orgasmic bliss. She now thought of Twilight on her horn, and the magic flowing freely between them as more magic gathered on her horn. Now she was thinking about Celestia paying her rear special attention as the gathered magic returned to her body and spread throughout. Her body flinched again from the thought, then her magic was gathering with her heat. Now she only thought of the bliss of orgasm and anticipated the relief she would soon feel. Not much longer now as she found herself emitting a loud whinny and whole body tremble. She had forgotten her left hoof now back on her thigh as her tensing thigh and arm pressed into one another. She whinnied again then resumed quick breaths before they slowed as her spasms faded.

Orgasm over, our heroine then pulled a pillow to her barrel and rolled to her side.

Our heroine suddenly found that her urge to urinate was back and more powerful than her post-orgasmic sleepy bliss. She slowly got up and trotted down to the mares' room to take care of business. Once inside, she closed the door and sat down on the throne of her stall. She closed her eyes and relaxed and felt the first drops, then a stream, come out of her. The emptying feeling was like a second orgasm of calm, especially once she fully emptied. Taking a deep breath to gain composure and energise herself to get to a bed, she went to her downstairs bed, since she was in no mood to deal with the sweat from an enthusiastic hoofing session and changing sheets, and fell soundly asleep.