Desperation Manifestation

Rarity slid reluctantly off of her chaise lounge. She was relieved to have heard that no permanent damage had been done to the town, that she was being held blameless, and that the worst Spike had to look forward to was a stern lecture. When Twilight had stopped by hours ago to deliver the message, she looked like she’d been through Tartarus and back. But in her exhausted state, she’d declined Rarity’s offer to help restore her appearance, opting to return home for some rest instead.

She sighed, supposing it was just as well. There was quite a mess that needed to be cleaned up inside the boutique, not least of which was the pile of empty ice cream cartons that surrounded her cherished lounging spot. In the whirlwind of creation brought on by that infernal spell, she’d never actually taken the time to clean them up. As Rarity carefully moved the dripping cardboard containers into a trash bag, she was at least glad to see that her magical aura had returned to its proper shade of blue rather than that ghastly green hue.

Once the bag was full and tied shut, Rarity stared alternately between it and the front door. She brought a hoof to her belly where she swore she could feel every single spoonful of the ice cream she’d devoured in her despair yesterday. It was like a frozen weight mounded on top of the stomach churning guilt she was already feeling over the incident in town.

Properly disposing of the trash would mean going outside, and despite it now being dark, she didn’t feel up to exposing herself to any prying eyes after events of the last two days. Possibly she wouldn’t even go outside until she’d taken the time to lose a pound or two, as much as she detested the sweatiness involved in serious exercising.

Rarity had just finished cramming the bag unceremoniously into the kitchen trash can when she heard a sound that chilled her to the bone. Somepony had knocked on the door of the boutique. She froze, listening into the returning silence and hoping that if she just ignored it, the knock would not be repeated.

To her horror, the knock came again, and much more insistently this time. After a moment of indecision, Rarity took a deep breath to calm her nerves, floating over her highly polished tea kettle to check her mane. Satisfied that she was at least presentable, she crept unwillingly toward the front door. Her magic set the knob rattling slightly as she opened the door a crack, just enough to peer out into the gloom of the evening.

“I’m sorry, the Carousel Boutique is closed for the night. May I suggest that you…” Rarity stopped short, seeing exactly who was on the other side of the door. “Octavia! W-what brings you to P-Ponyville this f-fine evening?”

“The oddest thing happened to me today,” Octavia deadpanned, “I distinctly remember being at home this afternoon, not at all tired, and yet I just woke up here in Ponyville hours later. It seems that I was summoned, apparently by a burst of dark magic, in order to liven up a birthday party.”

Rarity sucked a breath of air through her teeth as if she had been physically struck. “Twilight assured me that the princesses had decided to keep my name out of public knowledge.”

“Rarity, please. Who else in Ponyville would replace a mariachi band with a three piece orchestra at a foal’s birthday party and call it an improvement? It wasn’t hard to guess.”

“A fair point,” Rarity sighed, hanging her head. “But why are you here? I was told Princess Luna and Princess Cadance were finishing the last of the clean up.”

“Because I need help that I can’t get from the princesses.” Octavia’s violet eye glinted in the sliver of light from the doorway. “You see, you summoned me straight out of my bedroom, straight out of my bed, in fact.”

Rarity gasped, putting a hoof to her lips. “Darling, I do apologize, if I interrupted—”

“The least you can do,” Octavia continued, her lips curling, “is pick up where Vinyl left off.” Octavia spun around unceremoniously, in a move that would shock most of the ponies who hired her services as a cellist, and flipped her tail up over her flank, presenting her swollen, wet, and musky marehood to Rarity.

Rarity stared with wide eyes at the puffy gray labia before her, still flecked with green bits of grass. Her head swam as she caught the heady aroma of arousal. Octavia was beyond wet, her hind legs matted all the way down to her fetlocks. Her vagina winked invitingly, transitioning from the gray of her surrounding coat to a beautiful, smooth pink inside, just the color of her bowtie.

She drew her tongue across her dry lips. As much as she didn’t want to be seen, here was a pony, a friend, whom she had wronged and who was clearly desperate for help. Rarity let a hoof trace across her belly again. Sex counted as exercise, did it not? Yes, it was sweaty, but at least it was a pleasurable sweaty. Rarity bit her lip as her hoof slid a bit lower, brushing against a stiffening nipple on its way to her own marehood. She found a touch of wetness to greet her there.

Rarity cleared her throat and returned her hoof to the floor before opening the door wide with as much decorum as she could muster. “Very well, come inside quickly before the neighbors notice your brazen display.”

Rather than complying, Octavia lifted her tail high, leaving herself completely exposed, and slowly cantered backwards into the boutique, smirking over her shoulder.

Rarity’s eyelids narrowed as she stared into Octavia’s self-important expression. “That’s the way you want to play it, then?” She had planned to take Octavia upstairs and offer her a nice, relaxing round of female calisthenics, but clearly that idea had been preempted. Rarity shot a hind leg out, kicking the front door closed. “Oh. It. Is. On!”

Octavia chuckled, swishing her tail as she headed for the stairs. “Oh, Rarity. Didn’t I make it clear last time that unless I choose to delegate, I’m always the domin—AH!” she stopped dead, letting out a gasp as Rarity nipped her just to the right of her tail.

A quick flash of blue emitted from Rarity’s horn, wiping away the grass from Octavia’s rump, as well as discretely removing a piece stuck in her teeth. “Well then, let me make it clear this time, darling. My home, my rules. Now, upstairs with you before you drip all over my carpet.” Octavia squealed as Rarity gave her a matching nip on the other cheek.

Octavia trotted upstairs with unladylike speed, her arousal showing clearly each time her tail swished out of the way. Rarity followed close behind, a satisfied grin on her face as she snuffed out the lights on the ground floor with a quick flash of magic.

Another bolt of blue preceded both mares into the master bedroom, igniting Rarity’s collection of scented candles and filling the room with soft, flickering light. At the foot of the bed, Octavia spun on her hooves just as Rarity took a second to shut the bedroom door. She reared, pulling Rarity up into a precarious, standing hug.

Rarity moaned softly as Octavia wrapped her arms around her and their lips met. Her heart beat hard in her chest, not alone from the rush up the stairs. With their chests pressed tightly together as they leaned into each other, she could feel Octavia’s heart, beating just as hard and a little out of sync with her own.

Octavia’s hoof tugged gently at her crest, letting the cellist’s tongue slip past her lips as they parted. Rarity allowed her companion a moment to enjoy having the upper hoof again, letting her body slacken and melt against Octavia’s firm figure while her tongue mapped out the inside of Rarity’s mouth. Rarity let her hooves drop to Octavia’s flanks, tracing out the lines of those purple treble clefs while she waited for the right moment.

When she felt Octavia’s lips curl in triumph as she started to pull back from the kiss, Rarity struck. One hoof darted forward, cupping Octavia’s dripping sex, the other slid back, giving her long, charcoal gray tail a swift tug. Octavia arched backwards, moaning. A little forward pressure was all Rarity needed to topple them both onto the bed, pinning her lover down with hoof, body, and lips.

“I told you, my home, my rules, did I not?” Rarity breathed before gently pulling at Octavia’s lower lip with her teeth. The cellist nodded her head a fraction of an inch, staring up as Rarity’s fierce gaze bore down on her. She whimpered as Rarity ground her hoof in tight circles over her mound, her other hoof stroking her long mane.

“Much better, darling.” Rarity’s lips curled into a smile and locked with Octavia’s again, slipping her tongue inside. She let her hoof slide a bit lower, parting Octavia’s wet labia and gently grinding inward while she straddled a gray hind leg, pressing her own dripping sex against her bedmate’s soft fur.

“You must be quite worked up to have given in so easily,” Rarity murmured as she kissed her way along Octavia’s jaw. She lifted her hoof up again, teasing Octavia’s clit against the soft frog. “Now, tell me where I interrupted Vinyl so that I may set things right.” Rarity touched her lips in a soft, lingering kiss while she gazed into Octavia’s eyes with a far gentler expression.

“I had Vinyl using her tongue on me,” Octavia answered slowly, her breath coming in gasps as Rarity continued to gently tease her. “Please, Rarity.”

“Of course, dear.” Rarity smiled and offered her a nuzzle before pulling back with a devious glint in her eye. “Though for that shameful display at my door, I think a little quid pro quo is in order, don’t you?”

Octavia’s nod was lost in the shuffle as Rarity repositioned herself, spreading the cellist’s hind legs wide as she lay down on top, presenting her own glistening marehood for her bedmate to pleasure.

Rarity swept her tongue across Octavia’s stiff clit, ready to plunge into her smooth, pink depths, but she checked herself, drawing a sharp breath through gritted teeth. Octavia had wrapped her lips around a nipple, teasing it lovingly with teeth and tongue, but she’d also brought a hoof up to Rarity’s barrel, rubbing gently at her belly.

Octavia let out an insistent moan into her lover’s mound, her leg twitching impatiently while Rarity paused, biting her lip. In the effort to subdue her bedmate, Rarity had happily dismissed her own troubles. But now she was acutely aware that she’d lain her ice cream filled body right on top of her bedmate for some rather sedentary sex.

Her mouth opened to suggest a swap in position, but all that escaped was a moan of delight. Octavia’s tongue inside her slick passage renewed her confidence. The hoof on her belly ceased to be a criticism and simply became a gentle caress. With a small smile and a promise to herself for a more vigorous second round, Rarity leaned down, planted a small kiss, and dove in to Octavia’s depths, tongue first.