After the Fact

by Krebons12

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Romance
Length: 2261

Rarity and Fluttershy do this every week. On the final night before a new week of work, the two will meet in a place where their darkest desires can be let loose. But what if for Fluttershy, her desires are too dark?

Every week its in the same place, at the same time, for the same thing. It is a normal routine for the two mares, and a relaxing one at that. However, sometimes the time spent doing this can leave some… unwanted effects on those involved. And worse, sometimes those involved are either really good actors, or won't pay attention.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-21 15:10:02 UTC

After the Fact

*sip* ahhhh

Rarity exhaled as she brought the glass down from her muzzle and felt the water wash down her throat. While the water was far from sparkling; in truth it was a simple glass from the kitchen tap, she felt no revulsion towards the beverage. In truth, its simplicity was rather refreshing she found after a stimulating session with her lover.

Ignoring her lightly reddened and sore forelegs one last time; she brought the glass up a final time to confirm a less than shallow glass. Knowing the glass had nothing to spill. Rarity placed it in her magic while her fore hooves took to the task of keeping her standing up.  From experience, she knew that the soreness in her legs, flanks, and other areas would often distract from her spell and cause her to spill all over the poor bedroom floor. Out of habit at this point, Rarity would simply finish the glass where her partner would set it before trying to move, lest it spill and her floor be ruined by liquids… again.

Fortunately, though, it seemed she was able to navigate through discarded toys and items of pleasure to reach her bedside and set the glass down without any prior trouble. Perhaps she was getting the hang of it now? Maybe next week she could risk moving to her bed before she finished the glass. Regardless, she set her glass carefully next to her bedside lamp before even more carefully so climbing into the bed. She had to be so; she wouldn't be forgiven if she was so rough with her body after having her body roughed up. Now she lay on her belly in wait for her dainty princess and, at times, “mistress” to return to be treated. The mare would always be looked after so gently after this, it was simply amazing.

*Knock, Knock* Ah, speak of Nightmare Moon and she doth appear. “Fluttershy, dear,” Rarity called through the door, “I've told you many a time before you don’t need to knock. My room is a place you are always welcome. Especially now.”

“Oh, my, you're right. I’m sorry,” the timid Pegasus answered back. A short moment after the door opened to reveal the yellow mare. In her mouth was the handle of an old first-aid kit, freshly stocked with cotton swabs, medicine, bandages, and other necessities. Every week they would finish a scene or have any form of enjoyment together that would involve Rarity getting a bruise or two, Fluttershy would always nurse the unicorn immediately after they were done. Rarity insisted at first that the assistance was unnecessary, but Fluttershy would beg to be sure that it was done the right way, 'um, no offense Rarity'. Eventually she did give in to the care taking, and she must admit, it was wonderful to be looked after by her beloved so.

Carefully, the Pegasus laid straight the unicorn’s fore hoof and targeted a small cut plainly visible through the white fur. “Now, this is going to sting just a little bit, ok?” Fluttershy asked between the cotton ball in her teeth, starting the dance they knew so well. With a nod, Rarity braced herself for the stinging as the alcohol came into contact with the open skin. By now, it was a hypnotically repetitive sequence. After Fluttershy dabbed the wound, medicine would be rubbed over the light gash, and a bandage would be applied. Dab, rub, apply. Dab, rub, apply. When all was done, the two mares would clean up the room and remove any form of scent that would be left behind. After this, the two would return to bed in an embrace to talk, or, more often than not, fall asleep in each other’s legs.

Another common occurrence was that during this time of healing, Rarity would simply lie on her stomach quietly while Fluttershy worked until the job was done, or she was requested to roll over. However, a quiet yet audible sniffle roused the white unicorn from her trance. Carefully turning her head as to not open the small bite on her neck further, she looked to the yellow mare, finding shock to see tears slowly falling down her face.

“Fluttershy, dear,” Rarity said, “What is the matter?”

Fluttershy snapped to attention, realizing Rarity was no longer simply lazing around in dreamland. “Oh, nothing. Everything is fine, I promise,” she assured, wiping away any and all of the damning evidence to the contrary.

However, the incrimination had already been concluded, and Rarity was determined to carry through with the prosecution. “Darling, I can tell you are not telling me the truth right now.” She answered sternly, removing her leg from the grasp of Fluttershy’s hooves. “Now, what is wrong? You know that you can trust and talk to me, darling.” A light kiss on her nose was given to emphasize her point.

“Well, umm,” She look down in shame, until finally her emotional dam broke. Tears fell freely from her eyes as she grabbed her unicorn lover with all she could, sobbing into her mane. “Oh, Rarity. Please forgive me. I’m so sorry!”

Rarity recovered from the quick but effective jolt of fresh pain through her sore body from the tight and sudden embrace. “Sorry? Whatever have you to be sorry for?”

“Well, j-just look a-at you-u,” Fluttershy gasped as she attempted to form her sentences through her tears, “Every time we do s-something like this y-you always g-get these cuts from the crop, and y-your flanks always g-get so r-red it shows through your c-coat.

“And tonight was j-just even worse. I even b-bit you,” She cried, referencing the more than obvious mark on Rarity’s neck. “Just l-look at that. It won’t g-go away with a Band-Aid on I-it for just a few d-days.”

Rarity gasped in surprise at the confessions of her marefriend, backing out of the embrace enough to see Fluttershy’s face. “Darling, how long have you felt like this? Why haven’t you told me this sooner?”

Fluttershy’s tears had slowed down to a small drizzle and she was now only hiccupping, barely able to look her love straight in the eye. “I was scared. S-scared that y-you wouldn’t like me if I was too scared to do this anymore.”

Rarity simply shook her head in denial at the Pegasus’s claims. “Never could I dislike you for something like that. You are my marefriend, and I will love you always,” another kiss, this time gently on the lips, was given in an attempt to calm the yellow mare down. “If you had only said earlier that you didn’t like this, we could have-“

“It isn’t that I don’t like it,” Fluttershy interrupted, “It’s that I like it too much.”

Rarity shifted her head in confusion. “Fluttershy, love, I am afraid you aren't making much sense.”

“Whenever we are here, doing w-what… we do,” Fluttershy responded, a blush now occurring with the stream of tears, “It’s one of the greatest things that we ever do together. Every time I come up here and you are lying there, waiting for me, I feel so empowered. It feels so wonderful to know your care is in my hooves. And everything I do to you is a pleasure I can’t even describe.

“B-but, whenever we do play, your cuts just get worse and worse.  If we keep going, I might not be able to control myself. I could h-hurt you really badly, and not e-even know it because I-I’m too in the m-moment.”

“Fluttershy, dearest,” Rarity tried to intervene, but her words fell upon deaf ears.

“A-and that’s not all,” Her tears began to flow freely once again, “When we do play, I say s-such awful t-things. I c-call you a ‘w-whore’, my s-slave, and just a ‘dirty b-bitch’. A-and I love it every time I do so. But afterwords I’m just so afraid. What if I hurt your feelings l-like I d-did to you and P-Pinkie Pie? I could n-never forgive myself I-if…”

“Fluttershy,” Rarity interrupted forcefully. Enough had been enough, and she needed Fluttershy to calm down before she put herself into a depression. Breathing in and exhaling slowly, motioning for Fluttershy to do the same, she continued, “Do you remember, before we started to have our nightly scenes, love, when we sat down to talk? Do you remember what I said I did not want to happen?”

Of course, Fluttershy nodded, she had. It was after that talk, that incredibly embarrassing talk, that Fluttershy would go over the mental list over and over again, until it came to her as naturally as breathing or care taking. Were Spike to have checked off a physical copy of the list for every time it was mentally reviewed, the poor dragons claw would have fallen off.

Slowly, calmly, Fluttershy continued Spike's metaphorical torture. “N-no insulting o-our f-friends, No k-kicking the fa-ace or… there. No k-knives or any o-other sharp things. Be c-careful of my surroundings s-so I don’t hurt anything or m-myself. Don’t be too l-light with the… crop, and n-no scat or w-water… umm… sport.”

Rarity, smiled, brought the sniffling mare close again and lightly kissing her neck. “You have followed my requests to the letter. Because of this, I am able to enjoy to the fullest our nights together. Everything you do is something I find as much enjoyment in as you do.” She began to nuzzle her marefriend as the next stage of comfort.

"But, what if I forget, or ignore it?"

"Then I'll simply say the safe word. You remember it, don't you? You were the one to pick it, after all."

"Of course I do. It's... Bunny." she began to blush, and it seemed her tears had started slow in their flow, and all that stayed was an occasional hiccup to slow her words. "But... I'm sorry, Rarity, I'm just too scared. I could never forgive myself if I’d hurt you." She tore her eyes away from Rarity.

"Fluttershy, love, understand something. When we are here, after a long hard week of work for me, I can simply let go. I needn't worry about work, responsibility, or even care. I can simply be here, putty in the hooves of a wonderful mare."

Carefully, she rotated back Fluttershy's head to face herself, “And had I known you felt like this, I would’ve given it up in an instant. Because to me, it is more than simply indulging in a fantasy; it is getting to spend time with the mare I love. I can be here, safe, and just enjoy. Knowing even while you hold a whip or a paddle, or anything else, you are being careful to keep me well, is something that fills me with great pleasure.

“But…” She said sternly, “If this is not something you can enjoy, look back on as something we did together, and had fun while doing, there are many things out there we can do together instead,” It was now Rarity’s turn to tear up, “Because knowing that you feel regret, fear, or sadness from this, is something that hurts far worse than anything you or anypony else could do to me physically. And I am so sorry I was so selfish to have noticed this before now.”

Fluttershy wished she could do something to show her love to the wonderful white unicorn, but was simply paralyzed, dried eyes wide as the mare’s words began to sink in. Pulling together her mind, she reacted, squeezing Rarity uncomfortably tight, kissing whatever part of her face or neck she could reach, an occasional “Thank you” thrown in between the gaps.

Once the stinging from the squeeze had died down with Fluttershy’s very welcome onslaught, Rarity moved to sit up on her haunches. “Now, my dear,” she said gently, “Would you truly like to cease with our sessions? I promise I will hold nothing against you if you say yes.”

Fluttershy said nothing for a short time, appearing to be truly thinking of her answer. Rarity couldn’t be prouder; while she loved her dearly, the Pegasus would rarely ever feel able to voice her true thoughts and feelings, in fear of hurting Rarity’s own. Never would there ever be a more perfect time, the unicorn thought, for that to change.

After an eternity and two minutes, she spoke; “I actually would still like to continue, yes. But would it be Okay if I, well, start out gentle whenever we start, now. And maybe just work up?”

“Is this what you truly want?” Fluttershy only nodded, “Then that is how it will be. Now, then, could we finish with those Band-Aids and retire for the night? How you have your way with me can truly wear a pony out.” Rarity grinned as the other mare turned her head away with a blush. Not from sorrow, nor from shame, but from light-hearted embarrassment. It never ceased to amaze Rarity the speed of the transformations her marefriend went through from timid to controlling to back again. And while she did enjoy to be controlled by the yellow mare, her true shyness could never keep her from smiling and loving her more.

“Rarity?” Fluttershy asked as she finally finished nursing the unicorn, and the two were cuddled under the covers of Rarity’s bed. “I… I umm, love you.”

Rarity seemed to be having trouble from keeping from a straight face, or simply wasn’t bothering, and gave the mares lips a final brush with her own before allowing fatigue to consume her. “And I you.”