Casino Night

"Thank you for the promotion, sir." the turquoise unicorn bowed, donning the gilded longcoat which covered his flank with pride.

"Of course, Spades. Now, bring my next appointment in from the lobby. She's the foal's older sister, and an Element of Harmony. Treat her like one, and demonstrate the exemplary behavior that earned you this new role."

"Naturally, sir. At once, sir." the pony bowed, turning to exit the meeting room. You glanced to the chaise lounge not far from where you sat, where your foal was being fed grapes fresh from the vine by two behaved, albeit jealous, mares. Well-dressed and well-cleaned, last night's feverish romp already seemed a distant memory. Her little maw reached for another succulent bite and you allowed yourself only a slight grin at the foal's exuberance.

"Absolutely precious."

Not a moment later, the twin doors swung open as your guest revealed herself. Dressed to the nines, perhaps with even more jewels than when you'd met, she trotted into your comfortable room. Despite the confidence of her planned entrance, grand as it was, she reeked of nervousness and anxiety. You could understand; it certainly wasn't every day that somepony's trusted "friend" would gamble away their sibling. However, were those lose yellow feathers previously in Rarity's mane as well? You couldn't quite recall.

"Good afternoon, sir." the Lady began, "I understand that you might be in quite literal possession of my sister. I have come to...address the matter. Thank you for summoning me." Rarity's nervousness dropped as she spied her sister lounging nearby, almost as if she'd been too focused on impressing you with her acting to notice.

"Rarity!" Sweetie Belle squealed, rushing to her sister and accepting her equine neck-embrace.

"Oh thank goodness, she's alright. I cannot thank you enough. When I heard from Fluttershy that she'd-"

"Thanks will not be necessary." you held up your hand to interrupt, "It is I who should be thanking you for bringing such a little vocal talent into my fold."

"Your fold? Does this mean-"

"I'm gonna be a singer, Rarity! I'm gonna be a singer! Isn't it amazing?!" Sweetie's horn sparkled once at the peak of a hop, "I'm gonna be opening at all of the casinos and making records and performing in Canterlot and getting some servants and stagecoaches and...and..." the filly could hardly stop wiggling long enough to let out a lengthy "squee".

"Oh, darling! What a whirlwind of events these past few days have been! From despair to euphoria!" Rarity glanced at you with relief. "Thank you, sir! Thank you for giving my little sister her big break into the music industry. You're quite the generous one..." she fluttered her mascara-laden eyelids flirtatiously.

"I do what I can." you leaned back into your chair, spreading your arms. "However, as you might have heard, the strata of business I intend to operate at is anything but 'generous'. Things tend to get quite cut-throat in the music industry, and the foal must be protected. You come from a background in fashion, correct? Then you can trust me when I say that there are many parallels between them. Despite her maturity, Sweetie is still quite young. Therefore, she will be working with me quite closely as we battle towards the top. My investments must be protected, after all."

"Of course!" Rarity nodded her head vehemently in agreement as she took a seat. However, you were unsure if she truly concurred with your plans or if she merely tried to capture your favor. "I trust that you might be needing to speak with me then about the legal necessities? I have been acting as her co-guardian ever since Sweetie moved into my Boutique in rural Ponyvi-...uh, in my more rustic abode."

"That will not be necessary."

"Hmmm?"

"Sweetie Belle, take your hoofmaids and go try out some of the audio equipment on the eighth floor. You'll need to be accustomed to it for our recording sessions. In the meantime, your sister and I will be discussing your contract."

"Okay! But promise that you'll come listen to me soon, please?" she tried to give you a pout, but kept breaking down into foalish giggling.

"Of course, my little darling. Now trot along. Your sister have some rather boring old-hoof matters to discus."

With a graceful leap, Sweetie Belle sent herself bounding out the doorway, soon followed by the same pair of mares who showed far less enthusiasm. As they shut the door behind them, your eyes honed in on the wistful Rarity. You saw her deep in thought, tracing a certain musk that seemed far too familiar within the winds of her sister's departure. True, Rarity hadn't realized until the moment that Sweetie Belle hadn't leaked once during the whole affair, despite her previous lack of self-control around you. Slowly, a realization dawned upon the mare; you saw it in her flustered features.

"She's mine, you know." you leaned forward, lacing your fingers together and setting them gently atop the table. "Mine in every. Single. Way."

"I...I just...she and you..." Rarity stumbled, unsure how to react.

"Remember, Rarity. What's placed on the table is what's bet. You can try to challenge it, but you might find that my methods are rather persuasive, and my resources quite deep. My lawyers have already combed through every last addendum of Equestrian Law, modern and archaic, and I can assure you that little Sweetie Belle shall always belong to me. She's certainly old enough in Equestria to legally make up her own mind in this matter, but I intend to legitimize that ownership. The ancient laws that now obligate me to her, even as a foreign species, are quite specific. I have already taken her flower; I have combed through far too many fillies to find a foal so deserving as Sweetie Belle."

Although preparing for a confrontation, it appeared as though you had little to concern. Rarity seemed far more crestfallen than furious, her fantasy ruined that you would claim her sister rather than herself though such archaic power-play.

"But...but...you would choose such a young mare to claim? Perhaps a gentlecol-gentleman, of your caliber would be more suited for a...mature, sophisticated Lady? I can assure you, that Sweetie Belle has always been in good hooves with me, and that perhaps I could still help you with some of her quirks?"

It would appear that Rarity might just fit into your plans after all, if was truly this desperate to fulfill her romanticist ladder-climbing fantasy. An Element of Harmony would be quite useful to have as a PR tool, especially one so verbose...

"That is not an issue. Your status as an Element, although quite prestigious, is hardly the outlet for a proper Lady." you stood from your seat, walking over to the paralyzed mare. "After all, should you find it in your heart to publicly support Sweetie Belle's legitimacy as my chosen broodmare, who knows what kinds of generosity I might respond with." With an errant hand, you brushed against her withers, eliciting a shudder. Although you've seen certain that Sweetie Belle's estrus was readily soothed, it would appear that her sister has had no such luxury. Silently, she'd already begun to soak the chair beneath her.

"Of course, you'll have to possibly play second-fiddle to a foal in the process. Laws are laws, after all, and Sweetie Belle is the princess of my little herd. I believe she'll slick my desires quite satisfactorily. But who knows?" you leaned over from her back, whispering hotly into a twitching ear, "Perhaps I might see fit for a ménage à trois someday. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to see to my filly. I'm sure that she'd love to test the soundproofing of her new recording studio. Clean yourself up with one of the towels near the chaise lounge, and see yourself out. I'll comp you and your friends a few more nights in my best suites as I have the proper documents drawn. Have a lovely evening, Rarity."

You stepped out of the doorway, allowing only a gentle caress of her mane before your departure. Rarity craned her neck, almost as if wanting to follow you out until she realized how sopping wet her seat had become. Was it the thought of you ravishing Sweetie's virginity, or perhaps just the smell of your musk mingling well with her estrus? Regardless, Rarity easily acquiesced to your stipulations. With a blush, she levitated over a fluffy towel.

"They certainly do grow up quickly..."