Roseluck's lips were mere inches from the soft tip of Rarity's ear, which twitched slightly with each of the florist's warm breaths. She slipped a foreleg over the unicorn's withers as she lowered her head, drawing her into a close but gentle nuzzle. Rarity returned the motion, and Roseluck could almost feel the sparks on her coat as Rarity's own foreleg came up to rest on her back.

Neither mare moved an inch, as if doing so would shatter the moment forever. The room around them was silent, yet Roseluck was already on the edge of sensory overload... The heady mixture of her perfume with Rarity's own, the lingering scent of wine on her breath, the thundering of her heart in her ears, and the raging fire in her core threatened to completely overwhelm her; it took every shred of her willpower not to jump Rarity then and there.

Heavens help me, I want this so badly, she thought. Equal parts of her mind wanted to sweep this beautiful unicorn off of her hooves and take her on the spot, or to simply lie flat on the stage and beg Rarity to have her way with her. Either choice felt more than adequate at that moment, if the growing dampness in her haunches was any indication.

Rarity nickered softly as she drew the embrace closer, moving up enough to rest her head softly in the crook of Roseluck's neck. "There's no need to rush, darling." Rarity's voice was as soft as silk, as comforting as a foal's blanket. "Remember, the greatest pieces are the ones that take the longest to develop..." she punctuated her words with a soft kiss to the side of Roseluck's neck. "...And we have all night to figure this out."

Besides driving her pulse to an even higher level, Rarity's sultry response did trigger a fleeting moment of clarity amidst the lusty haze that filled her mind. She's right, we do have all night for this, she thought as she fought feverishly to stem the tide raging through her core. And I do want to at least try to put these flowers to use–

A thought struck her just then, and a devious smile crossed Roseluck's lips. Why not do a bit of both then? She leaned back just enough to gaze into Rarity's eyes. "Believe me, Rarity, I have no intention of rushing." With that, Roseluck slowly released the embrace, the cooler air in the room standing out against the sections of her coat that had grown warmer with each passing second of contact.

She backed up a step, then slowly began tracing a slow circle around the stage. Roseluck's green eyes never left their target as they bored into Rarity, her mind rushing to record every single thing that she saw, from the way that her purple hair cascaded over her shoulder to the way that the glimmering yellow dress flowed from her back, as if it were molded from the very contours of the fashionista's lithe form.

Roseluck paused for a moment as she turned behind Rarity, who had yet to move an inch under the florist's lustful stare. A small part of her mind was sifting through the flowers that she had brought in an attempt to imagine accessories for the dress, but the vast majority of Roseluck's brain was busy soaking up every inch of the unicorn's rear end.

She could feel the sweat building beneath the back of her mane as her gaze traced up Rarity's toned hind legs to her perfectly curved flanks. The trio of diamonds that adorned her lustrous white coat glowed a pale yellow beneath the fabric of the dress, nearly taking on a glimmer of their own in the stage lights.

Rarity must have sensed Roseluck's eyes on her, because she chose that moment to stretch out her legs. She shifted some of her weight onto her forelegs before slowly pushing her hind legs back and out a bit. Rarity let out a small sigh as her smooth but toned muscles stretched out languidly before reversing the stretch, arching her back as she shifted her weight through her svelte hips and onto her hind legs; the combined effect created a near-perfect bow in her back from the edge of her neck to the top of her flanks.

Roseluck's tongue lolled out of the corner of her mouth as she watched the unicorn move with more grace than she had ever seen in her life. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen–

The florist's mind nearly exploded as Rarity arched the top of her tail up, giving Roseluck her closest look yet at the soft flesh that hid beneath. Her breath caught audibly in her throat as she gazed upon Rarity's marehood, its smooth, tender outer lips swollen with desire and glistening with arousal. If Elysium is half as beautiful as this... she thought as her heart raced faster still. Every nerve in her body was on fire as she continued to stare at the display of beauty, grace, and wanton lust that was stretched out before her.

"So..." Rarity's sultry voice wafted through the air like a songbird. "Any ideas yet, Rose?"

Roseluck swallowed audibly as she tried to form a coherent thought. "I... I have quite a few, actually," she panted meekly.

She shifted her gaze to follow her voice, only to have the breath stolen from her lungs again when she met Rarity's smoky, half-lidded stare. "Then please show me what you have in mind, Rose."

A few steps brought the florist around to Rarity's left, and the small pile of flowers and supplies that she had brought up to the stage with her. Roseluck bent down to pick up the items, intending to step to the side and begin assembling a few items, when another thought hit her. Perhaps it's time for some teasing of my own...

Switching directions, Roseluck stepped directly in front of Rarity, who had relaxed her previous stretch, but was still crouched lower than normal. "Just give me a minute to put these together," she said as she turned her back to the unicorn, flicking the end of her long, red tail across Rarity's muzzle. Sensing an opportunity to return the favor for her earlier teasing, Roseluck backed up a half-step, bringing one hind leg down on each side of Rarity's nearly prone form - and giving her an unfettered view beneath her long red tail.

With practiced ease, Roseluck began cutting and trimming the small array of daisies, poms, and violas. She set some aside for use with her accessory supplies, while others were set back down to be used alone or in sets. On a normal day, she could have finished these tasks in seconds. But now, with her heart on fire, her haunches nearly dripping, and the mare of her dreams mere inches behind her, she took her time with each step, affording Rarity as much time as possible to stare.

A quick glance in the mirrored wall confirmed that Rarity was doing just that, and Roseluck couldn't hide another deep blush from coloring her cheeks. She kept herself in good shape with regular exercise and a good diet, and had longer, thinner legs than most of her Earth pony friends, but she could only dream of sporting the toned curves and lithe form that Rarity carried seemingly without effort. Her mane and tail had always been her proudest feature, and she always took care to keep the soft mixture of red and pink hairs as pristine as she could, despite the outdoor nature of her work.

Still, even a full hour of scrubbing and primping with the off-the-shelf products that she used couldn't bring her half of the luxurious shine that seemed to cover every inch of fur and hair on the gorgeous unicorn beneath her. Of course I want her... Who in their right mind wouldn't? Roseluck mused as she continued to trim flowers and weave them into accessories, swaying her hips a bit with each move that she made. But I must look completely dull next to her radiance. How could a mare like her see anything in me?

No words were spoken, but Roseluck received an answer to her question when she felt the first touch of Rarity's lips on her lower left leg. She nearly froze in place, as if what she felt was just a figment of her lust-addled mind... But another touch of warmth on her leg proved the feeling to be very real.

She craned her head back to look behind her and nearly dropped the hair band that was in her hooves. She watched in awe as Rarity slowly rose from her crouch, her hips and shoulders moving with a cat-like grace. As she did so, she continued to plant small kisses on Roseluck's leg, moving a few inches higher with each one. Roseluck's heart hammered in her chest harder with each gentle kiss; she nearly collapsed when Rarity punctuated a kiss to the back of her knee with a gentle nip, eliciting a mewl from the florist.

Roseluck was quickly becoming a panting mess as Rarity's kisses rose ever higher. "Mmmm... Oh stars..." she moaned as Rarity's lips rounded her knee and made their first contact with her inner thigh. Her hind legs were shaking with anticipation as the unicorn continued her gentle assault on her thigh, one slow kiss at a time. She moaned softly as Rarity pivoted underneath her and began gently tracing her hoof over her right thigh and her stomach; the twin sensations sent adrenaline pouring through her veins, and another wave of arousal dribbling from her core.

"Rarity..." she whimpered between breaths. "...Y– You'll get that dress wrinkled you know."

"Oh, I'm aware, darling," she hummed from somewhere beneath Roseluck's tail. "That's what I have an iron for." She craned her neck up as she spoke and planted a deep kiss in the crease of Roseluck's left thigh while her free hoof massaged the same spot under the florist's right thigh.

"O– Aahn!" Roseluck's legs nearly gave out on her as Rarity's ministrations hit both of her thighs at once, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core; it took more than a bit of strength to not collapse on top of Rarity. Given where her mouth is though, that might not be such a bad thing, she thought as she continued to melt under the unicorn's heavenly ministrations.

Rarity continued to pepper her thighs with small, slow kisses, while her free hoof continued to roam freely through the soft fur of her belly and the long strands of her tail. It was an excruciatingly erotic form of torture – Rarity's smooth lips and perfectly manicured hoof would dance within a hair's width of her soaked marehood before pulling back. Her whole body would tense when the unicorn drew near, as if she were a bottle waiting to explode from the pressure... Only to whimper and mewl desperately when she was again left wanting of that final touch that would send her over the edge.

Roseluck was no stranger to physical intimacy, but she had never experienced anything close to this level of bliss. Rarity had her teetering on a knife's edge, always keeping her on the brink but never pushing her over. The urge to simply drop her soaked, swollen haunches onto the unicorn's muzzle was screaming inside of her. Dear heavens, she's so bucking good. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up...

Her legs nearly caved again as Rarity slowly kissed her stomach again, her soft lips mere inches away from Roseluck's glistening core. She groaned audibly as she felt a hoof roam through her tail and slowly wrap itself in long strands of red and pink. Her whole body shuddered as Rarity drew closer to her very center, her lips leaving a trail of fire on her soft yellow fur.

Pure, unfiltered lust rampaged through her veins now, and her mind was reduced to its most basic of instincts. There was no more holding back the tide inside of her.

"Rarity, please..." she whined lustily. "That feels so g– Aahn... Good... Please don't stop..."

If Rarity responded to her desperate entreaty, she didn't know. In one smooth motion, Rarity wrapped her hoof tightly through her tail and pulled, bringing Roseluck's haunches down to her waiting tongue and slowly licked her outer lips from top to bottom.

"Aaahhn, Yes!" Roseluck didn't even try to stop the animalistic groan from escaping her lips; she was too lost in the waves of ecstasy that were pouring through her body. Her legs quickly began to give way as her body turned to putty in Rarity's hooves. She sank deeper into the unicorn's passionate embrace, spreading her hind legs out to open herself up more to Rarity's eager and well-skilled tongue.

Rarity's tongue continued to explore her now molten core, slowly parting her swollen lips to explore every inch of her soaked flesh. Each methodical lick was accompanied by another small tug of her tail, the combined effect nearly overloading the florist with pleasure.

"Oh heavens, Rarity, don't sto– Oh, yess!" Roseluck's voice cut off mid-word as Rarity's tongue gracefully parted her inner lips and began tracing a slow circle inside of her pussy.

She writhed in ecstasy as Rarity continued to explore every inch of her core, sending wave after wave of her juices onto Rarity's tongue with each expert lick. Within minutes, she had been reduced to a groaning, whimpering mess, lewdly grinding her soaked pussy onto Rarity's relentless tongue.

"Aahn! Aahn! Don't stop!" Roseluck's moans graduated to cries of pleasure as another wave of pleasure rocketed through her core. She managed to re-focus her eyes for a moment and stole a glance behind her... And what she saw evaporated what little was left of her self-control. Rarity had shifted positions again, and was now lying on her back, the shimmering yellow dress bunched up around her chest. While her tongue continued its shameless assault on her dripping core, her once free hoof was now buried between her long legs, quietly but methodically massaging her own marehood.

The visual of Rarity laid out beneath her, pleasuring herself while burying her tongue inside of her marehood set Roseluck's mind on fire. Joy and awe mixed with the adrenaline tearing through her veins to push her past the point of no return. She could feel her body rushing towards the release that it so desperately craved, and even if she wanted to stop it, she couldn't.

"Rarity! I– Aahn... I'm so close!"

Rarity brought her tongue up in one final lick, curling it as she went to completely wrap around Roseluck's exposed clit. The contact flashed through Roseluck's every nerve like electricity... Like the split-second of calm before a lightning strike.

"Rarity, I'm cumm—"

Rarity flicked her tongue over her clit. The lightning struck.

And Roseluck exploded.

"AAHNN!" She screamed in ecstasy as an intense orgasm ripped through her body with more force than she had ever experienced. Her screams continued as Rarity drove her tongue deeper into her soaked core, drinking up every drop of her cum while drawing Roseluck's orgasm out as long as possible.

After a matter of seconds that felt like a century, Roseluck slowly came down from the orgasm; her entire body was turned to jelly, and her mind completely drowned in a lust-induced coma. Even breathing was a struggle at the moment.

"Ra... Rarity, that w– That was incredible..." she barely got the words out as she struggled to fill her lungs with air.

"Mmm... Why thank you, Rose," Rarity replied as she scooted out from underneath Roseluck and began to stand. "I trust that you enjoyed yourself?"

"Oh, most definitely." Died and gone to Elysium is more like it... she added in her still hazy mind.

"Still, I must apologize for distracting you like that," the unicorn replied in a husky voice. "You did say that you had some ideas to show me after all."

"Yes, I did..." Roseluck cast a half-lidded gaze at Rarity. "...But I suppose they can wait a few more minutes."

Rarity looked past the florist for a moment before a devious grin played across her lips. "In that case..." She slowly walked past Roseluck, flicking her now frayed tail across her side as she passed. "...I actually would like you to get behind a sewing machine for me."

"You would?" Roseluck asked as she finally succeeded in getting her voice back under control. "Rarity, you know I'm not—"

The words died in her throat as she turned around to face Rarity again. The unicorn was standing in front of the large sewing machine desk, her forelegs resting on the counter, her hind legs spread wide, and her tail flicked up and to the side. It was a completely wanton display that spoke unequivocally to every pony, mare and stallion alike. Rarity wanted to be taken, then and now.

Roseluck moved forward in a trance, her eyes never leaving Rarity's glistening marehood, the puffy lips calling to her to finish the work that Rarity's hooves had started a few minutes earlier. She stopped behind Rarity and slowly lifted the hem of the dress, fully exposing her gorgeous flanks.

The heady scent of Rarity's arousal mixed with the lingering scent of her perfume to create a truly intoxicating scent. Roseluck inhaled deeply, letting the euphoria wash over her like a gentle wave - and reignite the fire in her own core.

She leaned forward, aiming her muzzle straight for Rarity's soaked marehood. Her lips were mere inches from tasting heaven as she planted tentative kisses around the edge of her core, teasing Rarity just as she had done to her. Drawing another deep breath, she extended her tongue and reached for the ultimate prize–

The sound of a closing door rang out through the boutique.

"Hey, Rares! I'm back!"

Both mares froze in place, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads in disbelief before panic set in. Rarity nearly knocked Roseluck over as she jumped off of the sewing machine. Roseluck scrambled backwards and nearly ran to the stage to grab her flowers while Rarity ran to the mirrors to frantically readjust her dress and mane.

"Sweetie Belle, is that you?!" Rarity yelled out from the stage as she desperately tried to salvage her mane. "I thought you were on a sleepover tonight?"

"Yeah, I was," Sweetie Belle replied, her voice growing closer by the second. "Let's just say Scootaloo took the hoof wrestling a little too seriously, and things went downhill. Miss Applejack sent us home after Scootaloo started cheating to win every round. She kept saying something about using 'heel tactics', but that only got us sent home even sooner."

The filly's voice grew closer still. The room - and the two of them - were still a mess, and it smelled of perfume and arousal. Rarity needed to stall for time, and fast.

"Oh, well that's just awful, Sweetie. Before you come in here though, can you run to the kitchen and grab a towel? I seem to have spilled some wine in here."

"Okay, just a second!" Sweetie replied as her voice faded away towards the kitchen.

Roseluck scurried back over to Rarity, flowers and accessories at the ready, and her mane as presentable as it was going to get. "Spilled wine? We didn't sp— mmph!"

Rarity cut her off with a deep kiss, her tongue snaking out immediately to Roseluck, who opened her mouth to accept it readily. The unicorn's lips felt like velvet wrapped in the finest silk against her own lips, and Roseluck moaned deeply as she leaned further into the kiss.

All the while, Rarity's horn glowed softly as she reached out with her magic and nudged their two wine glasses off of the table, spilling their contents onto the plush carpeting. "Oh, I believe we did just that..." Rarity whispered as she broke the heated kiss. "...And so much more."

The two mares separated just in time to see Sweetie Belle re-enter the room, kitchen towels suspended lightly in her magic.

"Gosh, Rarity, I hope we can get this out of the carpet," she said as she levitated the towels onto the spills to begin soaking them up. "You had to special order this and everything."

"Oh, I'm sure it will be ok, dear," Rarity replied, offering a reassuring smile to her younger sister.

Sweetie finished laying the towels out and turned to look at the two mares with an appraising eye. "Gee Rarity, what happened to your mane? You never let it get frayed like that!"

Rarity cast a glance over to Roseluck, who was trying to hide her nerves behind a hastily drawn poker face. "Ha, funny that you mention that," she replied, her voice even toned through sheer force of will. "Roseluck here was just trying out some accessories for this dress, and I suppose my mane did get a bit ruffled in the process."

Roseluck spurred to action, hoofing over a few accessories for Sweetie Belle to examine. "But, it's not a big deal!" Rarity added in a light-toned voice, as she glanced over to Roseluck. "Sometimes, you have to get your mane ruffled a bit to find just the right combination of ingredients, wouldn't you agree, Rose?

"Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur wholeheartedly!" she replied hurriedly. Sweetie Belle stared at the both of them for a second, as if she was turning their combined responses over in her head. Oh come on! Roseluck thought. I am not about to be busted by Rarity's sister of all ponies...

Finally, Sweetie Belle shrugged and turned back to the mess on the floor. "Well, if you want to salvage this carpet, sis, we better get moving."

"Quite right, dear!" Rarity replied with a sigh of what Roseluck could smartly guess was relief at not being found out on the spot. The unicorn turned back to her with a somewhat sad look.

"I suppose we'll have to continue this consultation at a different time then."

"Oh, yes, we will!" Roseluck replied as casually as she could. "After all, I have yet to show you my best work."

Rarity smiled sheepishly as Roseluck gathered the last of her things and headed back to the front room of the boutique.

"I'll see you later!" Roseluck called as she headed for the front door.

"Tomorrow then!" Rarity called back as she bid the florist good night. The door clicked shut, and Rarity let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding.

Sweetie Belle walked up then, the pair of towels that she had brought now fully soaked with wine. "Ugh, this stuff smells weird," she said through a scrunched nose. "You've had plenty of wine in here, but I don't remember them smelling quite as pungent as this one."

Rarity's eyes went as wide as dinner plates. The forced wine spill had covered some of the other smell in the room, but clearly not all of it. "Ah, well, this particular vintage came from an excessively, uh, rainy year... Yes. So, it changed the wine's aroma, of course... Gave it a very Earthy aroma, if I recall the tasting notes correctly."

Sweetie Belle sighed and scrunched her nose again as she brought the towels to the laundry bin in the other room. "Remind me not to drink wine when I get older."

The warm Friday afternoon sun crept slowly across the sky as Roseluck sat behind her stall at the market. Being Friday, hoof traffic in the market was usually brisk, and today was no exception. Besides her regular customers, many ponies stopped by to pick up extra flowers for special Sunday dinners, or in a few cases, to surprise their special someponies.

The constant stream of customers had kept Roseluck busy most of the day, but the traffic in the market had reached its usual afternoon lull, and she had run out of tasks to keep her mind occupied. Now she was alone with her thoughts - and an increasing amount of worry.

Her mind replayed the events of the previous night for what felt like the thousandth time. The veiled conversation in the boutique, the relentless teasing by both of them, and the incredible moments of ecstasy that followed... Roseluck couldn't help letting a bit of warmth roll through her core at the memory of Rarity's hoof roaming all over her body while her tongue gently explored every inch of her marehood.

With the pleasure came an equal amount of trepidation. We were nearly caught red-hoofed by her sister, she thought as she furrowed her brow in worry. And besides, I was supposed to be helping Rarity with her dress, not help her come close to taking it off!

She threw a foreleg in the air in frustration. "Ugh! What was I thinking?"

"I asked myself the same question, Rose." Roseluck nearly jumped at the sound of Rarity's voice. "What was I thinking, leaving the door to the boutique unlocked like that. We very nearly got caught with our hooves in the cookie jar, as it were."

"What?" she asked as she wheeled around the face the unicorn. "Rarity... Y– You mean you're not upset?"

"Upset?" she replied. "Why would I be upset, darling? Did you not enjoy yourself last night?"

Roseluck waved a hoof frantically. "Heavens yes! It... It was indescribable, really." A look of joy flashed across her face before fading away just as quickly. "But that wasn't supposed to happen, was it?"

"Whatever do you mean, dear?" replied Rarity, an edge of concern in her voice.

"The flowers, the dress... Rarity, you asked me over to help you with your Spring line, and after a few sips of wine I'm coming onto you like a young colt at his first school mixer dance."

Rarity stepped closer as Roseluck continued to ramble. "I mean, I'm just a florist. You... you're an Element of Harmony! You're friends with the Princesses for heaven's sake..."

Rarity quietly flipped the stall's sign to 'Closed' as she rounded the counter. "...And you're so, so beautiful... And I'm just me– Mmph!"

Roseluck was silenced for a second time by a touch of Rarity's velvet-smooth lips. But where last night's kiss was heated and strong, this one was slow and gentle, like the caress of a blanket on a newborn foal. Roseluck's breath hitched in surprise, but the moment of shock quickly melted, as she fell again into the embrace of Rarity's lips.

She couldn't help a slight whimper when Rarity slowly broke the kiss and took her face into her hooves.

"Rose, dear, you're right. Last night didn't go off like either of us had planned. After all, I certainly wasn't planning on being interrupted by my sister."

Roseluck's eyes went wide at her words. "Wait... You mean you–"

"Wanted that to happen? Yes, very much so," replied Rarity, who locked her blue eyes to Roseluck. "Yes, I'm friends with the Princess, and you're just you. But that's exactly why I've always liked you, Rose. You never pretend to be somepony else, or put on any airs for anypony."

"What you see is what you get with you." Rarity slowly ran a hoof through her red mane. "And I like what I see."

"Y– You do?" Roseluck could hardly believe what she was hearing. She really likes me?

"Yes, I do," the unicorn replied. "And I know that you like me," she added with a sly grin.

A blush flared across Roseluck's cheeks in an instant. "Oh... Was I that obvious?"

"To be honest, yes, but don't worry about it," Rarity said. "I never said that I didn't enjoy it. I just feigned ignorance, hoping that you'd make the first move. Yesterday though..." she chuckled a bit as she continued. "...I suppose I let my own desires get the better of me."

"What do you mean?" Roseluck asked.

Rarity smiled warmly. "What I mean is, I guess I got a bit impatient. I liked you, and I could tell that you had at least some interest in me, so I gave you a little nudge, just to see what would happen."

Roseluck returned the smile with one of her own. She could feel the worry melting away with each second - and a different kind of warmth quickly take its place. "So, are you happy with how things turned out last night, Rarity?"

The unicorn grinned deviously. "For the most part yes, though I believe we have some unfinished business."

"That we do," Roseluck replied with a sly grin of her own. "And I hate to leave my clients unsatisfied with their selections. When would you like to meet?"

"Tonight, at the same time as yesterday," Rarity said. "And don't worry about Sweetie Belle, I sent her to my parents' house for the weekend. They've been itching to take her to the Trottingham Fair for weeks now, so this worked out perfectly with the weekend coming up."

She leaned in and placed a gentle peck on Roseluck's lips. "Just come into the Boutique when you arrive. I'll see you tonight, Rose."

The town's clock tower rang out six o'clock just as the door to Carousel Boutique closed slowly behind Roseluck. She took a step forward before turning back to flip the lock on the door. Just in case.

The front room of the boutique was dark, save for the last bit of evening sun creeping through the drawn curtains, and the glow of a light from the showroom. Professional pretenses discarded, Roseluck had taken extra care to look her best, scrubbing her coat and mane as much as she could, and adding a gentle wave to her normally straight mane. Her saddlebags were light this time around, containing only her overnight bag and a few roses, the latter of which she brought as a gift to Rarity.

"Rose, is that you?" her voice called out from the other room.

"Yes, it's me, Rarity. May I come in?"

A few moments passed as Roseluck heard the shuffling of hooves in the other room. "Yes, please do." Rarity called out, the huskiness in her voice evident even from a distance.

Roseluck slowly made her way across the front room, her heart beating faster with each step. Just the thought of continuing the escapades of the previous night had her pulse racing, and her core quickly melting all over again.

She rounded the corner and entered the showroom, which was now dimly lit by an array of candles placed throughout the room. The smell of hot wax and perfume filled the air, but when she caught sight of Rarity, the breath left her lungs completely.

She sat on the same sewing machine, her lithe form shadowed beautifully in the dim light of the room. Instead of a shimmering dress, she wore only a stunning black negligee. The sheer, midnight fabric flowed softly over her form, creating a stark but beautiful contrast against her alabaster coat. A dark purple gem rested near the top of her chest; the fabric split from there, the twin streams of black cascading down her sides before coming to rest on her hind legs, which dangled gently off of the edge of the table.

Roseluck took a few steps forward and dropped her saddlebags with a thud, as if what she was seeing was merely a mirage in the desert. She struggled to even breath as she stared in awe at the display of pure lust and desire in front of her.

"Now..." Rarity locked her half-lidded gaze to Roseluck, her deep blue eyes shimmering in the flickering candle light. She slowly spread her hind legs apart, fully exposing her already glistening marehood to her.

"...Where were we?"

Author's Note

Well, here's part 2! I hope everyone enjoys it. :) (I think I caught any/all typos, but please PM me if you find any others somewhere)

BTW, for a bit of extra lulz, I hid a small Star Trek related easter egg in this chapter. *edit* found already! :D