Desperation Manifestation

Rarity let out a long and contented sigh, resting her forehooves gently against the gray arms wrapped around her chest. Octavia’s warm breath tickled her neck as her bedmate’s chest rose and fell against her back.

She reflected, her eyes watching the dancing candle flames, that even more than spirited hornplay, this peaceful cuddling as passions ebbed was the best reason to bed with another mare. Some stallions would cuddle, of course, more than would offer hornplay to a mare. But it was hardly a factor to be relied upon, even among those who were otherwise gentlestallions in every regard.

In some ways, the quiet time in between was more fulfilling than the sex itself; almost enough to make her quit chasing stallions entirely. Almost, but not quite. Stallions still offered certain things for which the substitutes were merely adequate at best.

“Octavia, darling, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. And horn.” Rarity bent her neck, pressing her lips to Octavia’s hoof. “I wonder if Vinyl knows how lucky she is to have you as a roommate.”

“She does say so, and I’m inclined to believe her,” Octavia chuckled, nuzzling her bedmate’s cheek. “Even though it can be hard for me to keep up with her libido.”

“Really? I certainly wouldn’t know it from tonight’s liaison.”

“This is a special case. I don’t often spend several hours in a magically induced orgasmic limbo.”

Rarity stiffened, heart thumping hard in her chest. “Darling, I truly am sorry about that. I wish I knew a better way to m—” She was cut off by Octavia’s hoof gently pressed to her lips.

“Shhh…” Octavia whispered, cuddling closer to Rarity’s back and kissing her cheek. “I didn’t intend to bring that up again, and especially not to upset you so. That’s all water under the bridge now.”

“Thank you. I—Thank you.” Rarity sniffed, blinking back the tears that had threatened to issue forth before Octavia spoke up. “I was about to say that you and Vinyl are so close, I’m surprised you two haven’t decided to pursue a more serious relationship.”

Octavia was slow to answer, resting her chin against Rarity’s shoulder. “Perhaps someday. If I were to settle down with another mare, Vinyl probably would be my first choice.

“I’m still looking for Mister Right, though because I would like to have foals someday. But I’m finding it harder and harder to imagine a life without Vinyl. If I don’t find the right stallion soon, I may sound out Vinyl on the idea of raising foals together.”

“Whichever way things turn out, I wish you luck.” Rarity turned her head and offered a kiss to punctuate her words.

“Maybe if you have time soon, you can pay us a visit and give me an outside opinion on our relationship.” Octavia let one hoof slide down Rarity’s side, absently tracing out a pair of eighth-notes over her flank with her hooftip. “And I’m sure Vinyl would enjoy a threesome, it’s been a while since we’ve shared a playmate.”

“I’d like that, darling.” Rarity brought Octavia’s free hoof to her lips, gently kissing the soft frog in the center. “Though I can’t promise to be an unbiased witness. I have to admit, I’m a bit jealous of the rapport you two share.”

Octavia sat up slowly, looking over Rarity’s still prone form. “You’re jealous? How exactly?”

Rarity rolled onto her back, reaching up to take Octavia’s hooves in her own. “Nothing sinister, I assure you. Just some days, like yesterday, I wish I had an open and comforting roommate. The way you and Vinyl have each other.”

She paused, knowing that continuing down this line of conversation would necessarily bring up the incident which Octavia had just urged her not to fret about. But she also reminded herself that Octavia had chosen to be open about her failed romance with Parish.

“Really, I should just steer clear of craft projects that don’t involve much sewing. I tend to lose my head over them.” The memory of Twilight’s first Winter Wrap Up in Ponyville surfaced in her mind; the ghost of that silly bird’s nest taunting her. “I just went all to pieces over that silly puppet theater and I was in desperate need of a major distraction.”

As Rarity spoke, Octavia repositioned behind her and she herself was gently moved until she lay against the cellist’s lap. She felt the ribbon holding up her mane being untied and smiled as a brush was gently pulled through her mussed curls.

“Perhaps if I’d had somepony to take to bed and be a comforting confidante, I could have avoided my follies.” She sighed, shoulders slumping a bit. “But I suppose it’s all academic anyway. You and Vinyl have known each other for years, whereas I don’t even know where I would find somepony who could understand and cope with the life I lead daily. Even among my friends; Fluttershy understands fashion, but she would have such trouble keeping up, while Rainbow understands a busy life in the spotlight, but I just don’t know if she’d have the time for me, and she is certainly not one for sitting still.

“No, I’ve only met one pony in all my fashion circles who might be suitable. A pretty young mare, but I knew her face to face only briefly, and she’s currently holding down a steady job in Manehattan. She’s not likely to move here simply for my sake. Dear Celestia, I don’t even know if she’s sexually tilted in my direction.”

Octavia’s hooves moved to Rarity’s shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. “I’m sure you could build up a rapport, given time. After all, you did with me. And finding somepony might just be a matter of personal ads and patience.”

“Patience is not a virtue I’m well known for; I proved that again just yesterday. Casting that ill-fated spell—that we agreed not to speak of unnecessarily,” Rarity said quickly, holding a hoof up, “but also eating those twelve quarts of vanilla oat swirl in the hope that I could simply make my sorrows go away. I swear I can still feel them.” Rarity grimaced and looked away, putting a hoof to her stomach.

Octavia sucked air in through her teeth. “Oof. I can see how that would weigh on your—um—mind.”

“To be honest, that was one reason I decided to invite you in.” Her eyes swung back, meeting Octavia’s gaze. “I’d resolved not to go outside until I’d had a chance to exercise and trim off some excess weight, but I know I can trust you, in bed and out. I thought I might kill two parasprites with one spell, but you were in such heavy rut that I laid aside my original purpose, to our mutual pleasure.” Rarity smiled.

“You could always do what I do when I want exercise in bed.” Octavia’s face blossomed into a grin. “I ask Vinyl to strap on a toy, and I take her for a ride.”

“Oh, darling, I appreciate the gesture, truly. But after the night we’ve had already, this may be the last round.” Rarity reached up a hoof, stroking Octavia’s cheek. “I couldn’t ask you to play the part of a sex doll for me, especially after your exquisite treatment of my horn.”

“Even if I’m offering? Though, if you know of a spell that could properly equip me, I wouldn’t turn it down.” Octavia winked, brushing a hoof past her lover’s horn.

Rarity couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “I’m sure just about every bisexual unicorn mare since the founding of Equestria has dreamed of a spell like that at least once. But all you ever hear are the same insubstantial rumors, never even a hint of an actual incantation. No, I’m afraid not.”

“That’s a shame.” Octavia’s grin recoiled, though only for a moment. “But my offer still stands. Fetch your favorite strap-on and pretend I’m the stallion of your dreams.”

Rarity sat up, turning and gently pushing Octavia down onto the bed with a smile. “No, darling, as nice as it might feel to be filled up, I find those toys quite cold and impersonal. Besides, you’re a delightful mare and I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

Spreading Octavia’s hind legs, Rarity lowered herself into position, letting out a murmur of satisfaction as the warm, wet lips between her legs met her lover’s in a tender kiss. She lent over, brushing her muzzle against Octavia’s. Both mares hummed softly as their nipples rubbed against each other’s teats. “I can get my exercise just as well without such contrivances, dear.”

Octavia parted her lips, inhaling Rarity’s hot breath. She moaned in time with her partner as Rarity sat upright, grasped her hooves firmly, and began to ride her.