The Sinners and the Saints

Chapters

Hitting the Hats
Hitting the Books
Hitting the Twilight
Hitting the Spa

Hitting the Hats

Chapter 2

Hitting the Hats

Rarity slowly removed her hoof her from Twilight’s mouth as she looked around the busy Ponyville square. Like always, it was the center of the small town’s hustle and bustle, accompanied by the sights, smells and sounds of a prospering society. Loving laughs, crabby cries, sincere smiles, forlorn frowns; all the product of a prosperous population. Everyday, a wild congregation of contradicting emotions and personalities clashed here in a beautiful display. It truly was the summit of social and economic activity. To every pony a place their own. But, just where was theirs?

Starting to feel small from over-analyzing the rather average scene in the town, the white beauty turned onto Twilight. “So, since we have already gone someplace I wanted to go,” she said as she turned and presented the wide variety of locations to Twilight, “why don’t you chose where we want to go?”

The amount of choices was staggering. So many flashy signs, each advertising a different service. Words blurred together:

‘Buy one, get one free!’

‘Fifty percent off!’

‘All you can eat!’

It was clear that it was making Twilight dizzy; she had never been one for choices. Even when given only two choices, Twilight was not a decision making pony. Sure, give her thirty minutes or so to do some math on it and she’ll have an answer for you, but not everypony had thirty minutes or so to spare. One day, Applejack had tried to give her a ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ book as a gift. Twilight nearly had an aneurysm.

Twilight was obviously trying to take her pick, but there were just so many places to choose from. Book stores, restaurants, stalls, book stores, boutiques, bakeries...

And book stores.

“I think I wanna go to the bo-”

A sudden squeal of excitement from Rarity cut Twilight off, her attention focused elsewhere. Elsewhere being a fancy hat store. “Oh my goodness, Twilight! We just have to go there! Come on!” Nearly dragging Twilight behind her, Rarity shot over to the store with a quickness that would rival the Wonderbolts’, muttering words so fast that even she herself didn’t know exactly what the hell she was babbling on about. All she knew was that it had something with “hats”, “fancy”, “couth”, and “had to get there.” Oh well. Decision made. Apparently, Cute Hats N’ Shit was their new destination.

Rarity half-walked, half-ran in first, Twilight awkwardly falling in line behind her. Almost as soon as the sightly too cold air conditioner hit her, Rarity’s eyes lit up with sparks of passion. The shelves were lined with row upon row upon row of positively radiant head apparel. From the elegant and beautiful to the straight up freaky, the store had a selection of, if Rarity had to guess, nearly every hat, helmet, and turban in the world. It almost seemed insulting to call such a lovely thing a store. To the white fashionista at least, this was more of a department, dealing out pure pleasure in the form of silly hats.

Lugging an awestruck Twilight behind her, Rarity darted down the first aisle. “Oh Twilight, we need to try on some hats! Oh my gosh, this one has gems!” she gasped and picked up a silver tiara, dropping her usual formal tone for once. The crown itself was rather plain, silver with a very unusual design, but the genuine sparkling jewels around the rim really sold it. The curves and bends in the front pattern resembled stars while a large pearl in the middle symbolised the moon. both objects refracting light easily off of it.

Slowly turning to face Twilight while she gawked in dumbstruck shock at the royal piece, Rarity looked up and met her friend’s gaze. “Oh, you just have to try this on! It’s absolutely perfect for you!” She craned her neck around, scanning the store. “Where are the mirrors?”

After wander around the store for what seemed like hours but was really only fifteen minutes, someone finally came to assist them. Approaching them with a cheery smile, he helpfully inquired if they needed anything. A strapping young lad, wouldn’t hurt a fly and probably hadn’t had a drop of alcohol in his life. Not the kind of pony that deserved the treatment he got.

Rarity was about to have a full fledged fit. As if they hadn’t had enough trouble trying to find the mirror already, this...swine dares to ask them if they were having problems? That was the last straw. Taking a deep breath, Rarity was prepared to give this stallion the worst customer he had ever had.

“Oh, thank goodness, we have been looking for service everywhere!” Rarity giggled seductively and cuddled up close to the colt. “And, my, what luck we have! To be treated by such a handsome stallion such as yourself...and look at these muscles, Twilight!” She held up his rather puny foreleg and showed it off to the world. This wasn't even her final form. “You know, I bet you’re just greatat helping fine, young mares such as ourselves...so why don’t you show us where the mirrors are? Pretty pwease?” Batting her eyelashes up at him, she gave a baby voice twist on the ‘please’.

The stallion, noticing that Rarity was now actually touching him, gulped nervously. “S-sure. I don’t see, uh...no problem.”

A satisfied squeal from Rarity and they were off, trekking along the store’s aisles on the quest for mirrors. Looking back at Twilight, she was about to wink inconspicuously at her, but it was obvious something was wrong. Her features were contorted into a slight grimace, her eyes narrowed and her nose scrunched. The purple mare looked almost...angry? Annoyed? Agitated? No matter, Rarity would just ask her about it later.

Keeping her hoof steady and firm on his shoulder, she kept the colt on edge, like a dog on a leash. His muscles tensed and tautened beneath her touch, a feeling Rarity was familiar enough with already. Seemed to happened every time she touched a stallion; an almost reflexive flinch or recoil. And she had touched many stallions in her time. And many stallions had touched her. But, she never tensed when she was touched like that. It wasn't like she was a promiscuous slut like so many others liked to call her, but...touching had never meant anything to her. There was no ‘spark’ they talked about in books. There was no ‘fiery sensation’ when he touched your face. There was no ‘clinging moment’ when you just knew he was the one.

Because there was no love.

She had been with a lot of worthy colts, some tall, some short, some handsome, some ugly. But not a single one of them made an impression. The long line of faces in her mind always seemed to blur together, none of them memorable or special. It was all about the sex, there was nothing to it other than that. Sometimes they wouldn’t even go on a date and at least try to pretend they were in love. Because they weren’t. Both of them knew that. Rarity had never loved somepony, and nopony had ever loved her. And, at least as far as Rarity could tell, neither of them ever would.

After pondering through various philosophical and emotional debates of the importance and meaning of love and sex, Rarity finally came back to the real world, ironically just as they were approaching the mirrors. Six reflections faced a central standing platform, while flattering light was cast down by various spotlights and bulbs. Putting on her flirtatious masquerade again, she turned to the employee again. It couldn’t hurt to toy with him one more time. “Oh, thank you so much, however will we repay you for your services?” Snuggling up close to him again, Rarity looked up at him with a alluring gaze.

With an awkward cough, he looked away from her stare. “Oh, um...n-no need to repay me. Just doin’ my, uh...job! Yeah, yeah. Just doin’ my job.” It was almost like her flirting physically pained the poor guy. With one last look at them over his shoulder, he walked away in dumbstruck confusion, running into a few things before turning the corner.

Turning to face her still somewhat sour-faced friend, Rarity heaved out an enormous sigh. “Works every time.”

Twilight wasn't quite so amused. “Why were you all over him? Just a minute before he walked up to us, you were talking about how you would bite the head of the first person you saw.”

“Ha! If you really want to torture a stallion, flirt with them relentlessly. It kills them when they get teased like that and don’t get anything out of it.” Rarity said, acting like this was some kind of common knowledge supposed to be known by all mares.

Her face visibly relaxed back into its more beautiful state. For some reason, Rarity couldn’t help but love the fact that somehow she had cheered her up. It wasn't the first time the white pony had noticed that her less than social friend was gorgeous, but it was the first time that she really got to study her features. Her purple eyes like the night sky, the gentle curve of her nose...it all fit together so well.

“Rarity?”

She shook herself out of the mesmerized trance. “Y-yes, darling?”

“Don’t you, uh, want me to try that on?” Pointing to the silver crown that Rarity had forgot she still had in her hands, Twilight stepped up to the platform.

“Oh, sure! Here.” The tiara glowed and glimmered with faint magic as Rarity delicately placed it on Twilight’s head, taking a few moments to steady and center it before deciding that it was just right. “Perfect. Go ahead and take a look in the mirror.”

A few moments of suspense hung in the air as Rarity closed her eyes, anticipating her reaction. She didn’t have to wait long, however, because just a second after she had closed her eyes, she heard Twilight’s gasp of wonder.

“Oh my gosh, Rarity! It’s...it’s...” Twilight was speechless, her eyes wide in the mirror. “It’s beautiful!” Her jaw wide open, she stared at herself in the reflection, as if she had never seen herself this way before.

“Didn’t I saw so, dear? I just knew you would look great in it!” It was the truth. She did look great in it. Better than great, actually. The way the light would hit the crown made it refract and radiate off of it, giving the impression that it was glowing. It looked like the night sky, even complete with what Rarity just realized were constellations. Sparkling brightest out of all the gems and designs, however, was still Twilight. Not only had Rarity taken note of how stunning she actually was before, but now she looked positively scrumptious. Why, if she just had a dress to go with that, she be prettier than her!

Twilight scrutinized herself in the mirror for a while longer, taking in how good she actually looked, before turning to face Rarity again with an childish grin. “Can we try on more hats?”

Rarity considered it. Well, she did see some she wanted to wear on the way up here. “Sure, I don’t see why not!”

They spent the next hour or so trying on all sorts silly hats and headgear. They would find matching hats and pose in the mirror together, pretending to be detectives, policemares, and various other costumes, before collapsing in a snorting heap of laughter and confusion. Rarity once brought a Stetson up and did her joking impression of Applejack, before Twilight got a party hat and pretended like she was Pinkie Pie, leaving them both rolling on the tiled floor. They knew they were acting like a duo of school-fillies, but, honestly, they didn’t care. It didn’t matter who stared or who scoffed. All that mattered is that they were being themselves. It had been a long time since Rarity had been this happy and truthful with someone, and no one was going to stop that.

As a final act, they both put on rainbow clown wigs and became Rainbow Dash, saying various phrases like “swag” and “gotta’ go fast!”, before being angrily escorted out of the store by the manager for ‘unruly behaviour’.

“...And stay out!” The old stallion yelled after them, followed by an angry slam of the front door.

“Hmph. How rude!” Rarity whined, busying herself by trying to fix her mane’s state from wearing all those hats. “I can’t believe he just...threw us out like that! When we were having so much fun, too!” She continued to fumble with her hair with her magic until she finally came to a stop, somewhat satisfied. “The nerve! Well, I guess we just have to go some where else,” she said now turning to a somewhat amused Twilight. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. You’re just...really cute sometimes, Rarity.” Cute? What in Celestia’s name did she mean by that? Rarity had been called many things like hot and sexy in her time, but cute? Twilight was the only one who had ever called her that. It was just such a word of...affection. Something she had never had before.

“ So where are we headed next? Isn’t it my choice now?” Rarity dodged Twilight’s words, acting like she had never even heard them. But she did.

“Actually, you kind of dragged me over here when I was supposed to pick where we were supposed to go.”

“Right...” Rarity’s voice dropped slightly and her eyes found the floor, before suddenly coming back up again. “Well, where do you want to go now?

Twilight smiled sweetly, an unknown glint in her eye. “I think we should head back to my library.”

Hitting the Books

Hitting the Books

...What?

It was as if the words had hit Rarity, but her brain refused to register what Twilight had meant. She couldn't possibly mean...? No, no, Twilight wouldn’t do that. Rarity knew when somepony wanted that. And her friend would never be that bold...would she? Uncertainty and worry clouded the white unicorn’s head, leaving her standing there before finally giving a shaky answer.

“...What?” And so we come back again, full circle.

Twilight laughed, reminding Rarity vaguely of the wind chime in front of her store on a windy day. “You know, my house! Read some books, tell some stories...it’ll be like our own little sleep-over! Come on, it’ll be fun!” Once again, her mouth was moving, but Rarity could barely keep up.

A sleep-over? It sounded innocent enough...but Rarity had lived long enough to know that sleeping over at some pony’s house didn’t always equate to just talking and reading. Sure, before with Applejack and Twilight had been fine, but what if it was just...the two of them? Alone in the dark, sleeping in the same bed? The doubt gnawed at the back of Rarity’s mind, but, knowing Twilight, it was probably just her being paranoid.

“Why, that sounds just...lovely, Twilight. I would love to.” However, she still couldn't keep the anxiety from creeping into her voice. Luckily, the other mare didn’t pick up on it. Or at least acted like she didn’t.

A smile spanned the gap of Twilight’s face, ear to ear. “Great!” Now, it was her turn to drag her friend behind her, practically skipping all the way to her house. Mouth running at a mile a minute, she kept gushing about all the things they would do together, mixed with a symphony of gasps and exited squeals. Rarity wasn’t really listening other than responding with the occasional “yeah” or “that sounds fun”, but she couldn’t help but find the other girl’s incessant prattling...cute.

There was that word again. Cute. What did it even mean? Sure, it had the same definition as ‘sexy’ or ‘hot’, but what did it really say? Dictionaries were always wrong about this type of thing. Sure, Twilight could always trust in her books and read the lines of symbols fluidly, but what about the spaces in between them? Behind every word there was more words, explaining and defining it. But, what about the things you can’t explain? The connotation? The tone? The feeling? That one word...cute...it rubbed Rarity the wrong way. There was...love behind it.

And love wasn't something she had to spare.

Denial and conflict now rushing to fill where paranoia once was in her head, Rarity continued to fuel the metaphysical battle in her head with disconcerting thoughts. Still, Twilight bubbly charged on ahead anyway, unaware of her friend’s distress, before coming to a sudden halt.

“We’re already here?” Rarity’s asked with surprise, nearly stumbling into her friend with a less than graceful stop. It seemed like it had been mere moments since they had started walking.

Twilight was already disenchanting the seal on the door with her magic. “Yep!” She replied in a single upbeat note, before pushing the door open and stepping inside. She held out a hoof and gestured Rarity inside, closing the door behind the white pony.

She had forgotten how big this place actually was. There were towers of bookshelves every where, filled to the breaking point with volumes and tomes of every shape and size, whilst other books were simply scattered around the floor, albeit neatly in A-Z stacks. In many of the collections, notes and drafts poked out from between the pages, presumably filled with precise information that was accurate to the letter. The place smelled faintly of glue and old binding, like the aroma of a paperback fresh off the presses. Rarity loved that smell. And tucked right in a small cubbyhole behind yet another bookshelf, were stairs leading to the upper floor. Twilight’s bedroom.

“ Well, home sweet home, eh? Sorry for the mess; Spike really hasn't gotten around to cleaning it lately.” Twilight introduced her house as Rarity took in the sights in awe. It was like a whole new place to her.

“Speaking of the little guy, where is he now?” Rarity asked Twilight, wanting to know whether or not they will have any privacy or not. However, she couldn't help hoping that he would be here as a deterrent to do anything...unmentionable. Picking up one of the books with her magic, Rarity looked it over. Floccinaucinihilipilification,eh? Sounded fancy. She liked it.

Twilight thought for a moment, before remembering something. “Oh, he’s out. He’s been really busy lately, or at least so I’m told.” She gave an adorable snort before talking again. “He’s having a sleepover, too, with the Cutie Mark Crusaders in their tree house. So, we have the whole entire house to ourselves for the night!”

Sadly, Rarity didn’t exactly have the same excitement that Twilight did. The entire house? To themselves? The entire night? It didn’t really sound like the best idea to her, considering the entire day she had been trying to convince herself that she wasn’t falling in love with her friend. She had never felt like this with anyone before, she have never felt so much like...herself. And spending the entire night with that same person? Definitely not the best idea.

And her nerves didn’t settle anytime after then either. Not when they did each others hair, Rarity giving Twilight her trademark hairstyle, while Twilight straightened hers into a style just like her own. Not when they told ghost stories, with Twilight clinging onto Rarity in fear. And certainly not when they read that book together.

Because that’s when everything turned upside down.

Hitting the Twilight

Mature Warning

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Hitting the Twilight

“So, um...what do you want to do now, Twilight?” Rarity had just finished reading the ghost story and, with Twilight still squeezing her from fright the story, was feeling rather on edge at the moment. Granted, she had been on edge all night, but having your friend clinging onto you and burying her face into your chest was, you know, just a teeny bit awkward.

She peeked a deep violet eye up a Rarity. “I-is it over yet?”

“Yes, darling. It’s over.” Rarity huffed. “And they all died in the end.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Twilight hugged Rarity tighter, only making the already nervous even more tense. “Good. I thought somepony may have still been alive.”

Well. That’s somewhat of an unsettling statement.“Nope. All dead.” Despite reassuring her, Twilight still had her arms wrapped tightly around her. It wasn't that Rarity didn’t like it, per se. Although she would never admit it, she actually like it. A lot. But, hugging wasn't something friends did at sleepovers. “Uh, Twilight?”

“Yeah...?” She murmured, nuzzling her face into Rarity’s warm coat. It was obvious she was content in her own little world right then.

“You can...you can stop hugging me now.” Rarity tried to keep it as polite as possible, but still couldn't help the unfamiliar pang of sadness that ran through her when she burst her bubble..

Seemingly just now realizing that she had been hugging Rarity, Twilight suddenly came crashing back down to earth, snapping open her eyes before nearly jumping off Rarity. “Oh! Uh, um...sorry.” Weakly smiling, her face burned a rosy shade of red.

Rarity brushed it off as a simple act of forgetfulness, but it still ate at her that she actually missed it as soon as her friend let go of her. It was a strange feeling, one she had never felt before. Her brain said no, but her heart said yes. And Rarity...well, quite frankly, Rarity didn’t know what the hell to do. And that was what really started to unnerve her.

“What do you want to do now, darling?” she asked again, unsure if the girl wrapped in her arms had heard her before.

“Let’s read more books.” Twilight stated flatly. She was not quite as red as before, but Rarity could still tell that she wasn't exactly content with the situation. “Come on, I have more in my room.” She started up the stairs.

If there was a time for a nervous gulp, now would be it. Unfortunately, however, Rarity’s mouth was rather dry at the moment. Silently hoping to Celestia that this night would be quick, she followed the purple unicorn up the stairs. Every step seemed like it took her closer to her worst fears. Her legs felt like hundred pound weights, required incredible effort to just keep putting one hoof in front of the other. Eventually, the foreboding sound of Twilight opening the creaky door to her room filled the stairwell, before they both stepped into the room that would change them.

It was large, almost as big as the first floor, but without the cluttered books and bookshelves everywhere. Luminous moonlight filtered into the room from the windows, giving it an ominous glow reminiscent of some sort romance novel. Which didn’t help Rarity’s fears at all. That was all the light in the room, besides the small table lamp that sat by the neat desk where Twilight would write her letters to Celestia. A rather large queen bed sat tucked in the corner, surrounded by many rather lavish pillows and silk sheets. It was quite an impressive mattress; Rarity would even go to the point of saying it rivaled her own. At the foot sat a petite basket, pillow, and blanket, obviously where Spike would normally be if he were there. All in all, a pretty cozy place considering it was sitting on top of a massive library. Not nearly as ominous as Rarity’s mind liked to make it out to be, but it still didn’t calm her nerves a single bit.

“What do you feel like reading, now?” Rarity could only hope it wouldn’t be another horror story. Sure, reading books wasn't exactly the most exciting thing to do at a sleepover, but it help pass the time. And, right now, Rarity just wanted to get out of there before something went wrong.

Twilight lifted something from under her bed with her magic, looked at it, and blushed. “I...I think we should read this one.” Without looking at her, she sent the book over to the other side of the room with her magic.

With a gasp, Rarity read the cover. “Dicky Doo and the Dragon Dildo?” The front title page had the art of a stallion, looking remarkably like Daring Do, pounding into lovely mare’s mouth. Another filly stood behind the receiving girl, drilling into her other side with a large dragon-molded strap-on. “Really, Twilight?”

“Hey, I thought since we both enjoyed them, you know...” She nervously kicked at the carpet with her hoof, very reminiscent of Fluttershy. “Maybe we could enjoy them...together?”

Uh oh. They were treading unknown waters here.”What do you m-mean by e-enjoying them, darling?” Rarity’s voice cracked, suddenly unsure of the turn this conversation was taking. She recognized the tone in Twilight’s voice, sultry and seductive, but she wanted so badly to pretend that she didn’t.

“You know, sit on the bed, read together...” Twilight was now walking towards Rarity, a side of her coming out that she had never knew before.

Rarity backed away a step, but only one. Every fiber in her being was screaming no, to just back out that door and run out of the room. To run out of Twilight’s house and go back to her own. To go make dresses and think about what she’s done. But, she couldn’t. Even if she tried, Rarity was sure that she wouldn’t be able to move. Because some part in her, some sick, twisted, evil part in her, still wanted Twilight. “I don’t know about-”

“Please Rarity?” She was mere inches away from Rarity now, her persuasive gaze boring holes into the white unicorn now. “For me?”

That face. That damned face. It wasn’t something Rarity could say no to, no matter how much she wanted to. Her lips, her eyes...her everything. All just so...perfect. “Twilight, I don’t..uh..I think...I mean...o-okay.” She gave into it, not having the strength to resist her own wants any longer.

Twilight chuckled a little and let out a heavy sigh. Maybe she was feeling the same way as Rarity? A girl could only hope so. “I honestly didn’t think you would say yes.” Giving a uncertain little grin over her shoulder, she practically pulled Rarity over to the bed, before plopping them both down on top of the sheets. Holding the book up for Rarity to see with her magic, she started talking again.

“Well, uh...who should go first? Do you want me to?” A tint of anxiety still held steady in her voice. Normally, it would have been incredibly charming to Rarity, her friend getting so worked up around her. But, only if she hadn’t felt the exact same way right now.

“We should both read it together like you said, right darling?” Taking the other side of the with her magic so they both were levitating it now, Rarity tried to shift herself around to find a nice spot in the bed. If she was going to tear down some boundaries tonight, then at least she would do it comfortably.

With a nod of agreement, Twilight shakily cracked open the book to the ‘good part’ as she liked to call it and began reading, her eyes gliding along the lines.

Meanwhile, Rarity tried not to read the pages, blankly staring at the pages while she thought about other things. Like the fact that, no matter how hard she tried to be somewhere else, that they were sitting in her bed, alone in the dark, reading a dirty book as just friends. Like the fact that, no matter how hard she tried to not fantasize about it, she kept thinking about the girl next to her. Like the fact that, no matter how hard she tried to not notice it, her friend’s breaths were getting shallower as her own heartbeat picked up.

Like the fact that, no matter how much she tried to deny it, she liked this.

It didn’t even matter anymore. If things were going to happen, then let them. It was only time now. And, if Rarity couldn’t stop it, then why not enjoy it? For the first time in her life, she wanted just to let her hair down, take off her high heels, leave the uppity manners back home, and just get crazy.

Because why not?

Starting to actually read the book, she began to actually become wrapped into the words like she would at home. The gripping characters, the imagery and innuendos, the occasional ‘cock’ or ‘pussy’; they all pulled her in. It was strange how a book written about sex, something she was so familiar with, could just intrigue her to the point of loving the book. But, a sudden moan from her right snapped her back to her surroundings. Without even looking over, she had a pretty good idea of what her friend was doing. But, putting down the book, she looked anyway.

Twilight was trying to bit her lower lip to suppress her moans, but ended up being unsuccessful, letting out rather adorable little whines. At least her eyes were clamped shut in concentration and couldn’t see Rarity, thank Celestia for that. With her hoof in between her legs and rubbing furiously, Twilight was bucking up into her hoof, clearly enjoying herself. Her thighs were slick with juices, evidence to how long she had been feeling like this.

Rarity was unsure of how long she had silently stared at her like that, but it wasn't long before she felt her own crotch starting to get hot and bothered. Her friend was masturbating in front of her eyes! She was sitting there, pleasuring herself , while Rarity just sat there and watched. She should have said something, she should have been disgusted, yet all she could be was turned on. It felt like her own private show, like Twilight was there, twisting and turning in pleasure, just for her. Watching in sick lust for her friend, she couldn’t help but touching herself to the thought of the other mare.

There must have been something wrong with Rarity, some twisted fetish in her mind, but she didn’t care. She began to rub tenderly on her sensitive clitoris, finding it already hard and stimulated. A groan threatened to escape her mouth, but she managed to keep it down to a small hum. If Twilight caught her...well, she didn’t know what might happen. But, what she did know however, was that Twilight was turned on, she was turned on, and all she could think about right now was what it would be like if she fucked the mare in front of her.

Her pace quickening, Rarity closed her eyes and fantasized about the purple unicorn. What did she taste like? Was she quiet? Or did she scream? So many scenarios ran through her head, everyone of them more ridiculous and hotter than the last. Her nether regions were soaked now, thick with her own thick pleasure. By now, she didn’t even care about repressing her moans, now being as vocal as Twilight was. It felt hot, sitting there and getting off with with her ‘friend’, but it felt even hotter when another hoof was suddenly on her slit.

With a gasp, Rarity’s eyes snapped open to only be greeted by Twilight’s twin violets and bright grin. She began to carefully caress Rarity’s nub, drawing a long, blissful moan from her mouth. “T-Twilight...”

“Shhh...” Twilight hushed her. “Just lay back and enjoy it...”

The white unicorn wanted to resist; she really did. Or at least that was what she kept trying to tell herself. Either way though, there was no denying the fact that she was loving this. Twilight was actually rather skillful with her hoof, rubbing in precise and pleasurable patterns over her sensitive slit. It felt better than when any stallion did it, that’s for sure. While every one of Rarity’s boy toys had ended up being clumsy and sloppy in their execution, Twilight carried it out with delicate finesse and grace. Her hooves knew all the right parts, all the right places. If being with a mare was always this much better, then Rarity would have switched up sexualities a long time ago.

Another long whinny escaped from deep inside Rarity’s chest as Twilight worked her magic on the sensitive pebble of a clit. Her one hoof massaged and pampered the small pleasure button, while her other worked on her wet folds, tracing the juicy lips and curves. Such mastery of an intimate act like this was...unexpected of Twilight by Rarity, to say the least. She had never had a colt or mare to call her own before...or did she? She didn’t know why, but the thought disturbed something in Rarity. A pang of...jealousy, maybe? No, no, that can’t be right. Jealousy was such a selfish emotion, Rarity would never...

Her train of thought began to fade slowly into the rapidly growing black hole of pleasure beginning to cloud up Rarity’s mind. Shuddering violently, the familiar wave of pleasure pounded her body and mind, flooding her senses with euphoria. It was a feeling she had rode out before, but this time it seemed different somehow. Like every time before when she had reached her peak, it was untrue. It felt like something was missing with it, leaving an empty cavity in the orgasm. And now it finally felt like something...fit there.

Gasping loudly with bliss, she climaxed hard into Twilight’s hoof, wiggling and squirming at the sheer overdose of satisfaction that ran through her blood. She needed to do something, she couldn't just sit there like some sort of self-entitled princess, even if she was one. Flipping over a surprised Twilight with a hungry growl, Rarity pinned her down to the sheets, ready to stake her claim over the girl.

But then, she saw Twilight eyes.

Excitement, anxiety, delirium. It was all there, jumbled together with various other feelings in a cesspool of emotion. Reeling Rarity back into her own mind, Twilight’s eyes seemed to pinpoint and see right through Rarity’s beautiful and callous exterior, leaving the white unicorn feeling quite naked. Then, she noticed how Twilight was underneath her, and the whole weight of the situation hit her,

And, it was at that very moment that Rarity realized she was scared.

She was scared like she had never been in her life.

It wasn't a creeping fear, or even an ominous chill. No, this was a cold, hard, suffocating fear. It tasted stale in her mouth as the crushing fright beared down on her. There was nothing to be afraid of, and yet there was everything to be afraid of. The distance between their bodies, the social repercussions, the morning after; oh yes, there was much to be scared of. And if Twilight was scared, too, she didn’t show it.

But then again, fear had never stopped her before, had it?

Smiling, Rarity planted a quick kiss down on Twilight’s nose before coming up again. “Where did you learn to do that?” she asked, nuzzling Twilight’s neck with her muzzle.

Twilight, despite their already intimate contact, still blushed a light shade of pink. “Well...I know what feels good from doing it to myself...”

Gasping theatrically, Rarity playfully hit her. “Twilight! You naughty girl, you!” Although, in all actuality, this set the white mare at ease, thankful that she was first to take this girl rather than some untamed stallion or drunk filly. Her voice taking a sultry twist, she leaned down closer to the unicorn’s face, touching noses now. “ And you know what happens to naughty ponies, don’t you?”

The violet orbs lit up in the dark, full of sudden excitement. Twilight rolled her eyes overdramatically and grinned in anticipation. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea...” Pulling the girl on top of her close, she kissed her and whispered against her lips, “I’ve waited all day for this.”

“Ah...so have I.”

Both their bodies writhed and squirmed together in the subtle moonlight, dancing together in a mixture of love and lust. They moaned against the others mouth, a gentle lick here, a light nibble there. Eventually, Rarity slipped her tongue into the hot slot of Twilight’s mouth, coming inside to greet hers in the middle. Guiding her through it, Rarity took the lead over the obviously inexperienced scholar, showing her the ropes of kissing and just how good it felt. The taste and smell of Twilight flooded her mind, making something electric flow throughout Rarity. Sadly, it was short lived, as Twilight’s lips soon broke away from hers, needing air.

“Rarity...I-I want you...” She weakly panted in between deep breaths.

Seeing the girl below her with such desperate words, writing in lust...Rarity couldn’t take it any more. Licking some saliva from the corner of Twilight’s mouth, the white unicorn began her descent on Twilight, innocently looking up at her all the while. Rarity felt her way down Twilight, moving with a sloppy kiss every time. She continued this pattern all the way to her pelvis, then proceeded to tease the poor girl with more wet brushes of her lips, making a point of moving from one thigh to another, completely ignoring the bright trembling area of pleasure in between them.

“Uh...R-Rarityyyyyy....” Twilight whined, clearly irritated by the unicorn’s teasing. “Just...just...please.”

Even though Rarity was supposed to be taunting and tantalizing Twilight, she was already tempted to just dive right in and state pleasing Twilight. That plea was the only thing Rarity needed. Slowly, she approached the tight pink slit, the sweet aroma of Twilight’s pleasure filling her nose like the vanilla back at the spa. Atop the writhing and winking sex sat a small swollen nub, pulsing with anticipation. Taking a deep breath, Rarity blew gently on the sensitive crown, getting a high-pitched moan of lusty delight. Finally indulging in her own wants, Rarity lowered her face all the way down to kiss the wet jewel, before setting to diligent work on Twilight.

Her wet tongue breached the outside of Twilight’s even wetter folds, a loud reverberating groan telling Rarity had hit her mark. She probed her wetness sensually, moving her tongue in, out, and around in vicious succession. When Rarity thought the smell was overwhelming, it didn’t even compare to the taste. Because, right now, she was practically swimming in it. Sickeningly sweet and deliciously viscous, it splashed across her tongue and seasoned her deepening delve into Twilight. Rarity sucked and licked on the red slit, loving that whenever she would hit a particularly sensitive spot, her friend would cry out in a sudden spike of satisfaction. But, Rarity was just getting started. Sliding her tongue from deep within Twilight with a loud squelch of juices, she began to stroke her tongue roughly across Twilight’s vulnerable clit, drawing a surprised yelp from the girl above.

“Ahh...Rarity...w-whatever you are doing down there...don’t stop...” she drew out in a long moan, distracted too much by the sudden pulses of pins and needles that hit her skin.

A muffled laugh was all she got in response, the vibrations from the action getting another long groan from her. It was like music to Rarity’s ears to hear those sounds. Prodding and poking her clit carelessly with her tongue, the white unicorn used her hoof to roughly please her entrance at the same time. This apparently must have felt pretty damn good, considering as soon as Rarity did it, Twilight instantly bucked up her hips with a high-pitched cry of surprise. But, then again, the debauched mare did know how to please a pony. Still sucking greedily on Twilight’s receptive nub, Rarity was paid for her efforts with a sudden somewhat smothered shriek.

A pretty impressive orgasm violently racked away at Twilight, audible moans managing to escape her mouth even with her hoof trying to suppress them. She trembled as the overload of bliss flowed through her nerves and exploded throughout her brain. Rarity happily lapped up the remainder of the juices from Twilight’s folds, enjoying the taste and feel of her friend’s own lubrication on her tongue. The muscles in the purple unicorn’s pelvis trembled intensely as Rarity still didn’t back down off of her, still eagerly sucking and tonguing her delicate lips.

Her mind boggled from the climax, Twilight struggled to form words in her pleasure. “Mmmm...get off for a second...I-I...I wanna try...” She weakly pushed against the mare in between her legs, but in the end, Rarity simply eased off of Twilight of her own accord, amused by her friend’s sudden curiosity. Falling back opposite to the headboard against the smooth fabric of the sheets, she invitingly spread her beautiful legs to reveal her own marehood, slick with pent-up lust. The ivory-furred filly closed her eyes in anticipation of the feeling of Twilight’s hot mouth on her...but it never came.

Instead, Twilight started climbing up on top of her, eventually straddling her body and grinning weakly above her. “Can...can we do it like this? Please?”

Rarity smiled sweetly. There was just something so...so...sexy about the way that the studious filly would always have to ask if this would be ‘okay’ with her. She was just so innocent that it almost made Rarity feel bad about corrupting her like this. Almost. “Fine by me.”

Still spread apart on top of Rarity, Twilight grin only grew wider and wider, before it came down to meet Rarity’s own lips. Their mouths melted together in a slower kiss than the last, bearing almost palpable emotion of some kind in between their bodies. Rarity still didn’t know whether this was some kind of casual sex, just blowing off some sinful steam, or some kind of proclamation of love. But right now, that didn’t matter. All that did matter right now was how good she felt, how good Twilight felt, and whatever came after that...well, she’ll cross that bridge she came to it.

As the kiss intensified and their tongues intertwined and danced in their mouths, Twilight’s hips started to find a certain rhythm with their lips, bucking down into Rarity’s. It started out softly at first, just a few small grinds, but then it began to pick up in speed, Twilight starting to roughly pound down into Rarity.

Breaking the kiss with a reluctant groan, Twilight straightened out so that she sat right on top of Rarity. Now, she was positioned as if she was riding on a stallion, their sexes making sensational contact as Twilight continued to bounce friskily on top of Rarity. Sweat began to glint off both of their coats in the dim moonlight as they slammed increasingly faster and faster against one another. Rarity moaned loudly underneath her, adoring the new pose they were in. Their juices slicked together as their wet and hot folds rubbed together in agonizing harmony, getting loud huffs and hollers from each of them every time their bodies connected with both of their tense clits teasing the other. But, even then, there was still more.

Twilight’s horn began to glow faintly with magic; Rarity’s eyes barely caught a glance of it before she had to slam them shut in a sudden massive jolt of bliss flowing from her groin throughout her. She thought she would cum right then and there, the intense sensations stemming from her nub and flowing outwards, making her entire body tingle with an unknown electric pleasure. It was unlike anything she had felt before, like ten orgasms put into one. But, it wasn't. The sensations stuck with her as her body continued to recklessly collide with Twilight’s. Eventually, her mind began to sort out the fuzziness of the bliss enough to understand that the purple unicorn of top of her was using magic on her! Now, Rarity was a pretty adventurous pony, some leather here, some lace there, but never, never, had she even considered using magic as some kind of tool for sex. It just seemed so...dirty. Taboo, even. And, somewhat regrettably Rarity might add, hot.

But, Twilight wasn't the only one who could play at that game.

Although it was difficult in her current state of pure euphoria, Rarity concentrated and pooled her own magic in herself and out her horn until it glowed a faint silver, contrasting Twilight’s now bright purple. Moans filled the air around them; whether they were her own or Twilight’s, Rarity couldn’t tell anymore. All of what little cognition she had managed to retain from the immense sensations of ecstasy were now only focused on her magic, her horn now alight with the small amount she could muster up. She knew that Twilight’s power was leaps and bounds above her own from years of study, but she just couldn’t imagine how anypony could make another feel this way. Trying to center her magic as best she could, Rarity targeted dead on Twilight’s clit, massaging and caressing it with her own. A piercing yell told the white unicorn she had hit her mark with desired effect.

Their bodies melted together in a shared carnal paradise, magic enveloping both of them as their minds flew higher and higher into infinity. Everything in the world was still, revolving only around the two masses of flesh writing and merging into one another in a plateau of permanent ecstasy. Everything began and ended in a matter of seconds, Rarity’s mind totally blanking out in a complete overload of physical and emotional sensations flowing through her brain. All their intimacy and playful banter had led up to this point, peaking up to a volatile apex that was just moments from exploding in a glorious display of electric fireworks inside their heads.

With a deafening chorus of yells, the day reached a collective climax, in many more ways than one. They both came hard into one another, so intensely that the juices on the both of them were indistinguishable between whose they were. Both of their bodies teemed with exhaustion, their muscles sore and their minds weary. Just on the edge of passing out, Twilight collapsed in a head on top of Rarity, spent.

Pants and gasps were the only sounds exchanged between them for the longest while. Rarity was unsure of how long, could have been a minute, could have been a week. The only thing she was sure of was that she had just spent the day with her friend, slept with her, and was now considering leaving in the morning. But, did she really want to do that? Did she really want to leave Twilight in dust like she had done with so many stallions before? Just like that?

The worry and confusion began to replace the subsiding pleasure and bliss in her head again. Twilight’s gradually calming heartbeat pounded against her chest as the mixed thoughts sifted through her mind, leaving Rarity subconsciously counting down how many times she could feel it beat until it retained a stable pace again. Eventually, her thoughts shifted towards the girl on top of her.

Heh. It was funny, really, how this all had just worked out. The sinful concubine just happening to end up in bed with the innocent and shameless saint of a girl. Guess opposites really did attract.

“Hey. Twilight.”

The purple mare on top of her stirred, miraculously still awake. Shifting herself so that she was now looking up at Rarity, she sleepily opened her eyes and yawned.

“...Yeah?”

Rarity admired the mare for a while, not saying anything. She thought she finally knew what ‘cute’ meant now. It was looking her dead in the face right now.“We should, uh...” She cleared her throat, her usual first-class composure already tore down in front of the other girl.

“...Do this again sometime?”

The purple unicorn’s eyes lit up in the dark with a slight spark, a small action Rarity had come to love in their short time together. “I’d like that.”

Rarity smiled. She didn’t know what would become of her and Twilight, or of where it would take them, but it sure going to be one hell of a ride.

Hitting the Spa

Anonymous requested:

“Rarity and Twilight go around and

do cute things nonsexually.”

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The Sinners and the Saints

A moan wiggled its way out of Rarity’s mouth as she slowly dipped herself into the hot tub. The warm water caressed her porcelain fur as the steam came up to greet her open pores. A gentle hint of a vanilla aroma wafted through the air and tickled her nose. There must have been a candle somewhere. Her hair tucked and folded neatly into the cage of the towel where it was safe, not a single worry floated around her mind. If there wasn't a heaven on Earth, then, Celestia allow it, this was the closest thing.

“That good, huh?”

Twilight eyed her from outside the tub, smiling sweetly. But, she wasen’t fooling anyone. Rarity knew a fabrication when she saw one. The drier unicorn still had the spa’s trademark silk bathrobe wrapped tightly around her waist, clinging to her dainty frame. Dipping her hoof experimentally into the tub, she sighed pleasantly at the inviting massage of the water.

“Only the best!” Rarity piped back with satisfaction. Her eyes were closed and she was submerged to her face, practically melting into the water. If Twilight wasn't there, she was almost positive that she would have soaked there for the rest of the day. “Well? What are you waiting for? Come on in before the water gets cold!” She beckoned the unicorn to come join her.

“Well, hold on! Jeez...” Twilight sighed, pulling the knot around her loose and letting the heavenly fabric fall around her hooves onto the floor. Towel still wrapped around her head, she took the small wooden stepladder up to the rim of the pool. “So are we going to hit the sauna after this?” She asked curiously, before slipping into the hot water. Despite her best efforts, she ended up slipping into the inviting water with a cute little moan of her own. Clapping her hooves over her mouth, she flicked her eyes over to Rarity.

The other unicorn just laughed at her. “Relax, darling! It’s nothing to be ashamed of!” She really wished that Twilight would just ease up around her. With all due respect, it was ridiculous! She knew that they hadn’t always the very best of friends in their little clique, but it wasn't like little old Rarity was going to kill her! That was pretty much how this whole date-type thing started. Applejack just had to make a comment about how Twilight and Rarity should both ‘shoot the breeze’ more. At the time, it seemed absurd. Why should she hang out more with someone she already was best friends with? Now, it was starting to make a little bit more sense.

“Sorry.” Twilight apologizes quickly, nervousness obviously still biting at her. Even through she was enveloped by the pure relaxation of the hot tub, Rarity could still see the muscles beneath her skin tense every time they spoke to each other. “Guess all my work has just made me a little stir crazy after all.”

“Why, of course you’re a little restless! Being cooped up in that tiny library with all those nasty books just can’t be good for a mare’s state of mind!” Rarity assured her. Trying to make conversation with somepony was usually child’s play for her, but the girl in front of her wasn't exactly making it easy.

“Believe me,” the social pony continued when she realized that she wasn't going to get the back and forth type of talk that she was hoping for. Twilight continued to listed politely, yet silently. “I know the feeling. Seams and sewing are fun and all, but sometimes it’s just too much, you know?” She glanced expectantly to the purple filly.

Twilight stared blankly back at her, smile still glued to her cheeks and eyes glazed over. Still no words.

“Twilight?” Rarity looked at her, puzzled. “Darling?”

As if it was some sort of key word, Twilight snapped out of her trance-like state, blinking a few times before returning the other girl’s questioning look. “Sorry, what?”

Both hooves hitting her face at the same time, Rarity groaned under her breath and massaged her forehead. This was going to be a long day. Come on, Rarity, she tried to cheer to herself, You can get through this. But that was starting to become hard to believe.

“Oh gosh, I messed up again, didn’t I?” She sighed, her mouth curving down into a slight frown. “I told Applejack this wouldn’t work, but no...” she began to prattle on, walking an only half-listening Rarity through the entire conversation she had already heard once. It didn’t even get very far into the story for the white unicorn to also start questioning the integrity of this whole date.

No, Rarity mentally scolded her self, her body straightening up in the tub, I will not give up on her. There had been many who had walked into her boutique before, total fashion disasters and train wrecks alike, whom surely should have have been a lost cause of no return. I mean, we’re talking Twist bad here. But every time, she overcame it. Beasts into beauties, slobs into sluts, horrors into whores. If she can make hundreds of ponies look fabulous, why can’t she make one into a friend? Invigorated and inspired by the new revelation, she turned back to face Twilight again, her face light with hope. This girl would be her newest and most difficult challenge to date. Celestia help them.

“Now, now Twilight...” she sung with a voice like honey, sweet and thick. It was this tone that usually help calm and soothe some of the more...unruly stallions she had encountered in her time. “No need to cry over spilt milk, correct? Let us just try this from the top, if you will. One more time!” She chirped to her, before putting her face close to the other girl’s.

“And, please, do talk this time?” It was less a question and more of a demand.

Nodding her head in between Rarity’s hooves vigorously in response, she already looked less worried and more collected now that the generous pony had helped her. Alright. Off to a good start.

Licking her lips and deep in thought, Rarity tried to think of a topic that wouldn’t bore either of them. Sadly though, not hanging out with somepony meant not having very many choices. She had nothing. “Well,” she sighed, “what do you want to talk about, dear?”

Twilight grinned ear to ear as if she already had the answer to the question. Without a moment’s hesitation, too.

“Books!”

Yep, this was going to be a tough one, alright. Rarity groaned to herself and glanced as sympathetically as she could towards the mare. “ How about something else, darling? I really don’t think we read the same books.” Truth was she hardly ever found the time to read, anyway. Besides, when she did read, it was usually a book of a more...colorful plot.

“Oh, well, I read all sorts of books!” the purple pony almost gloated out loud. “I’m sure I’ve read something you have. Give me an example.” She already looked almost ten times more excited with this conversation than the last one.

Rarity gulped nervously, now backed into a corner of her own now. Well, no point in lying if they wanted to be friends. She shifted, clearly uncomfortable, and lowered her voice to an almost inaudible whisper so that no one but Twilight could hear her. “Um...well, I’m reading...Dicky Doo and-”

“OH, OH, OH, which one? The Lost Clitoris of Canterlot? Tender Loving Mare? Love and Affection for My Erection?” Twilight was nearly yelling now, the spa staff now staring over at their hot tub.

Rarity could feel the shame practically drowning her cheeks in red. People all around the salon were now glaring in their direction, horror and disgust filling their faces. She even saw one mare cover a small filly’s ears.

But, that didn’t deter Twilight. No, she kept naming off various explicit titles, ones that Rarity had never even heard of. Only when she saw Lotus and Aloe walk towards them did the bookworm close her mouth.

“We’re sorry, but we are going to have to ask you two to leave. Now.” There was anger in the usually calm girls’ faces. Understandable, given the circumstances.

Instantly backing into her innocent damsel act, Rarity put on her fake show of emotion that could fool the very brightest of ponies. All those years of flirting and flouncing had taught her well. “Oh my goodness, I’m so, so, so, so sorry!” Rarity apologized quickly, only glancing over towards Twilight to make sure she had shut her big mouth for good. She leaned over to the twins over the tub, lifting her hoof to the side of her face that so Twilight wouldn’t hear her. “Forgive my friend...she has the, uh...well, problems.”

Their expression didn’t change. “Then she can go have problems,” she pointed toward the door, “somewhere else.”

Well, there goes their spa treatment. With a sigh, Rarity reluctantly eased her way out of the tub, beckoning Twilight to follow in tow. “I guess we should get on then, darling. It seems some ponies,” she drew out, cocking her head in the twins’ direction, “don’t appreciate our being here.” The towel on her head glowed faintly with magic as she delicately removed it from her somehow still perfect mane.

Twilight followed suit, her cheeks glowing a bright, burning red. “Rarity, I’m sorr-”

“Sorry? Oh, there’s no need to be sorry, Twilight. We can just take our service somewhere else.” As if her haughty attitude hadn’t sold the the fact that she was displeased, she raised her chin to the air with a loud ‘hmph!’ and dropped the towel on the ground. She seized Twilight's towel with her own magic and threw it on top of the wrinkled cloth. Nose high, she made sure to over-dramatize every single step towards the exit, an air of scornful disdain about her. It resembled the walk of an overly self-centered duchess walking out of a room full of lowly peasants.

Twilight smiled apologetically at the twins before dashing over to Rarity’s side at the exit. Walking out together, her friend’s air of arrogance vanished as soon as they opened the door and the cool summer breeze hit them.

Looking over at her friend, Rarity sighed heavily. “Well, at least I we got some time in the tub...”

“Sorry, Rarity. That was kinda my fault.” Twilight smiled sheepishly, spurring some forgiveness for her in the white pony’s heart. “But...don’t you think you were being a little, I don’t know, mean to the spa girls?”

“Oh, please, darling.” Rarity rolled her eyes in good humor. “If I were really mad, believe me, they would know it. It was all just an act!” She outstretched her hoof to the air for dramatic effect. “I mean, if I can’t get what I want, then at least I can be a brat about it!”

Twilight couldn’t help but grin at the thought of the somewhat modest and cool girl in front of her acting like a pompous and melodramatic child when she didn’t get something. Remembering the awkward conversation in the salon, a previous question once again piqued interest in her mind.

“So, you never actually told me which book you were reading.”

A heavy blush flooded Rarity’s cheeks yet again, embarrassment in her features. She muttered something unintelligible under her breath, her lips barely even moving.

“What was that?”

Guess she was just going to have to say it outright. Taking a heavy inhale, Rarity whsipered slightly louder. “Dicky Doo and The Forth Hole!” she hissed in Twilight’s ear, already feeling the need to wash her mouth of the unladylike innuendo.

Twilight gasped obstreperously, interest filling the stars in her eyes. “Oooooo, I love that one! Especially the part when he ejaculates in-”

“Don’t spoil it!” Rarity scolded her, quickly covering the loud unicorn’s mouth before she could divulge any more juicy details.

Maybe they had more alike than she had originally thought.