Fluttershy kissed Rarity deeply and passionately, exalting in this moment that she had dreamed of for so long. A soft grunt escaped her as her tongue darted out to meet Rarity's. She was delighted to discover that her lover's lips tasted like cloth, and—
Huh?
That sudden realization brought a frown to Fluttershy's face. Her eyes snapped open and she found herself facedown on Rarity's couch, licking the cushion. She shook her head quickly in an attempt to clear it of cobwebs.
I'm terrible, she thought dazedly as hoofsteps approached from upstairs. She's—she's my friend. Just my friend. She hoisted herself from the couch and trotted to a nearby table, where dinnerware and glasses lay with the remnants of dinner. She picked up her plate in her mouth and carried it into the kitchen.
The hoofsteps grew louder. "My apologies, dear," Rarity called from the stairs as she made her way down. "Oh, you don't have to bother with all that!"
Fluttershy gently slid the plate into the sink. "I couldn't just leave it," she said. "It would be bad manners, after all."
"Nonsense!" Rarity's horn lit up, and a magical aura appeared around all the dirty dishes and lifted them away. "Leave all this for later."
"If—if you insist," Fluttershy said as she hesitantly walked back to the couch, taking care to make sure she sat on the still-wet spot she had licked.
A pair of half-full wineglasses floated to sit on the table next to her, and Rarity took a seat. "I brought your drink for you," she said. She took a dainty sip of her own.
"Um..." Fluttershy glanced at the floor as a blush lit her face. "Th-thank you for dinner. It was delicious, especially on such short notice."
"You just happened by at the right time," Rarity said with a wave of her hoof. "In fact, that reminds me—why did you happen by, if I might ask?"
"Oh, I, um." Fluttershy's blush deepened. "I, um, had something that I wanted to ask. If-if it's alright." She took a mouthful of wine and gulped it down.
Rarity smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Of course it is, darling."
"Well, I was wondering—" Face burning, Fluttershy resisted the urge to shrink backwards. "I was wondering, d-do you still have that Princess Celestia costume?"
"Costume?" Rarity asked. Her face scrunched up as she pondered the question. "Could you mean the one I made to help teach Rainbow Dash the Wonderbolts' history?"
"Y-yes!" Fluttershy said eagerly, putting her hooves on Rarity's shoulders. "That one!"
"Of course I still have it, but..." She frowned at her friend's sudden enthusiasm. "Whatever would you want it for?"
"Ah! Um, that is—" Fluttershy gulped and took another swig of wine to gather her thoughts. "A-a cousin of mine is having a—a costume party," she said weakly, "and I thought that if y-you didn't mind..."
"No, I certainly don't mind," Rarity said as her frown slowly faded. "Let me go pull it out for you." She bounced to her hooves and traipsed to a nearby closet, which she pulled open. "In fact, I was just having a look at it the other day, now that I think about it. Making sure everything was in order and whatnot." Her magic lifted a battered cardboard box out for her to inspect. "Yes, I believe this is it."
"Thank you," Fluttershy said, holding out her hooves to accept the box as Rarity brought it over. "I'm so happy you still have it. Y-you know, for my c-cousins sake," she stammered as Rarity gave her a questioning glance.
"I'm always happy to help," Rarity said. She drained the rest of her wine in one swallow. "And, actually..." She bit her lower lip as a conflicted expression crossed her face. "I would like to ask you something, as well."
Fluttershy cocked her head. "What is it?"
Rarity's hoof idly traced a circle on a pillow. "I just wanted to ask you if you—" She bit off her sentence and tried again. "I mean, if you think we—" Again, she cut herself off. A blush spread across her face as her eyes darted repeatedly from Fluttershy's face to ground and back.
An awkward silence descended upon the room, only broken by Rarity's self-deprecating laugh.
"You know, it isn't terribly important. Forget I said anything." She smiled widely.
"Are you sure?" Fluttershy asked.
Rarity's smile widened. "Absolutely! In fact, silly me, I can't even remember what I wanted to ask in the first place!"
"Well, if you insist," Fluttershy said with a slight frown. After another moment's silence, she slowly added, "I suppose I should be going. It's getting dark, and I need to check up on the animals."
"Yes! The animals!" Rarity said in a joyous, high-pitched voice. "They're very important, aren't they? Thank you for coming by! I hope you enjoyed yourself!"
Once more, Fluttershy frowned at her friend's artificial tone, but didn't say anything about it. "Dinner was delicious. And thank you again for the c-costume." She crossed the room and pulled the front door open. The bell overhead chimed in response.
"You're quite welcome," Rarity said. "Cheerio! Do feel free to stop by whenever you wish!"
Fluttershy waved farewell, then started on the path back to her cottage.
As the door shut after Fluttershy, Rarity allowed the happy expression to slide from her face. "What a coward I am," she muttered, taking her wine glass and filling it to the brim with the remnants of the meal's bottle. She carried it to the couch with her and took a large mouthful. What a coward I am.
She spent a few minutes moping before she slid from the couch and shambled into the kitchen to clean the dishes. Her magic made it a fairly simple affair, but still one that took a great deal of time, and her expression brightened as she focused on her task. Her hoofsteps were noticeably lighter on her return trip back through the parlor and towards the stairs.
Then, her eyes landed on something golden laying underneath her work bench. Curiosity piqued, she walked over to examine it and saw that it was a golden slipper, glinting in the fading sunlight. She frowned in confusion for a second before realization set in.
"The costume!" Rarity said with a gasp. Fluttershy only has three shoes! Her face screwed up as she considered her options. When did she say the party was? It isn't tomorrow, is it? She dropped the shoe into a saddlebag and draped the bag over her back. I must get it to her immediately. And... maybe work up some courage while I'm at it.
She pranced outside and set a steady pace towards the Everfree Forest.
The cottage door opened and shut quickly behind Fluttershy as she darted into her house. She was about to call out for Angel when his loud snores caught her attention. He had already gotten into his miniature bed and fallen asleep.
Fluttershy placed the cardboard box on the floor and went into the kitchen to prepare food for her nocturnal animals, but found herself glancing repeatedly at the costume. She took a long moment to consider it before she slowly walked outside and filled up a number of food bowls, and when she returned, it was with a conflicted expression. She put the leftover animal feed away and pulled out a bottle of wine and a glass and placed them on a tray. Then, carrying the tray in her mouth and the box on her back, she made the precarious voyage upstairs and into her room.
She didn't notice when the cottage's front door, which she hadn't properly closed, creaked and slowly swung open in the wind.
Her bedroom door shut behind her with a muffled thump as Fluttershy began to make herself comfortable. She gently laid the box down in the corner, breathing a sigh of relief when the weight left her back. After filling the glass, she took a long sip of wine and used a match to light the several candles that sat on her nightstand. Within moments, the faint scent of pine filled the room. Fluttershy took another mouthful of her drink, then moved to her vanity, set the glass down, and started to run a comb through her mane. However, her movements slowed as her gaze slipped over to the battered cardboard box resting in the corner.
For a long moment, she contemplated the box. “I shouldn’t,” she murmured with a swallow, tearing her eyes away and resuming her brushing. An instant later, though, she once more found her attention drawn to the corner. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. “I—I suppose just trying it on wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
The box’s top hadn’t been closed properly, and a light-blue cloth ribbon hung over the side as though inviting someone to pull it the whole way out. With a loud gulp, Fluttershy drained her glass and pulled the box open.
Inside, a number of similar streamers, some blue and some green, lay in a bunched-up mess. She lifted them out and pulled them apart, wondering at the way the candlelight played on the ribbons’ glossy material. With hooves trembling from excitement and drink, she deftly wove the ribbons into her mane so that they fell alongside her pink locks. When the last streamer was in place, she quickly inspected herself in the mirror before glancing back down.
Fluttershy next pulled from the box a golden torc and lifted it over her head. The ornament settled around her neck and on her shoulders, but was surprisingly light for its size. A similarly golden crown with a papier mache horn attached came forth next, and she placed it onto her head. She stuck her tongue out as she straightened the diadem so that the horn sat correctly.
A trio of metallic slippers were the last things in the box, and these Fluttershy slid onto her hooves before sighing in satisfaction. She wondered for a moment where the fourth slipper was, but the thought quickly left her mind.
She hummed to herself as she examined the pony staring back at her from the vanity’s mirror. The streamers sparkled as she twisted her head around, and the dull red glow from the candlelight reflected clearly off the torc and diadem.
“Oh, my,” Fluttershy muttered, lifting a hoof to play with her decorated mane. Sudden guilt assailed her as she stared at herself. What's wrong with me? Why in Equestria would I lie to Rarity just to get this silly costume?
She could imagine Rarity, shaking her head at Fluttershy dressing herself like a filly would for absolutely no reason. Her face burned, and her hoof reached to pluck the diadem from her head.
It's not like it hurts anypony, though, she thought, freezing. I just won't let anypony find out. This will be my secret. The ribbons sparkled in her mane, and a warmth spread throughout her body as she continued to examine herself in the mirror. “Who’s a pretty princess?” She flipped her hair around to lie on the other side of her neck. A small smile lit her face.
“I am.”
Rarity's steps slowed as she walked across the bridge on the way to Fluttershy's cottage. Only the barest hint of sunlight could be seen over the horizon, and already the moon had risen to take over the sky.
"I'm—I'm sure I can just give this to her tomorrow," Rarity mumbled, coming to a halt. "She might already be asleep, after all." She glanced back the way she came as doubt etched itself into her expression. "Yes, I shall do this tomorrow." She spun in place, but only took a single step before her ears perked up. "No, I must go up there! If I can't do it now, then I shall never have the courage to speak my thoughts to her! Rarity, you must go! You must!" Once again, she turned towards Fluttershy's cottage and traipsed up to the front door.
The front door, which hung completely open.
"Odd," Rarity said to herself before sticking her head through. "Fluttershy?" No answer came forth, so she walked in a bit further. "Fluttershy? Are you here, dear?"
The only sound she could hear was Angel's ever-present snores. She walked carefully forward to keep from waking him and shut the door behind her.
"Fluttershy?" she whispered loudly. She moved towards the staircase and glanced up. She could barely make out the top of Fluttershy's bedroom door, but that was enough to notice that it was outlined by a dim light emanating from within. Rarity swallowed heavily and took a step forward.
The wine glass, which Fluttershy had in the meantime filled and drained twice now, clattered as she placed it on her bedside table. A light flap of her wings brought her to lie gently on the bed itself. She rolled onto her back.
“Aah.” Fluttershy sighed as she wriggled in pleasure from the warmth in her stomach. One forehoof held the crown in place while the other, slipping free from its footwear, began to caress her chest underneath the torc. She marvelled at her coat’s silky smoothness.
Heat blossomed in her face, and her smile shrank a bit.
“I’m a pretty princess,” she murmured. The hoof ventured a bit lower, lingering on her belly for a few seconds before hesitantly reaching between her legs. “I am.” Suddenly, she snapped her hoof away.
Fluttershy gasped softly but fought the urge to pull away. A bead of sweat slowly made its way down her cheek and into the corner of her mouth. Her breathing quickened as she massaged around her lips, playing with a fold before pushing past.
“Mmm…” She felt around and gasped again when her hoof brushed up against her clitoris. She cautiously probed it, and the resulting jolt of sensations left her head leaning back the whole way.
Fluttershy’s hoof began to move again as she played with herself, hesitantly at first, but more and more quickly as she fell into a rhythm. More perspiration rolled down her face and the mattress springs started to creak along with her rocking. Her breathing whistled between tightly clamped jaws.
“Oh, Celestia,” she said in a staggered voice. She took hold of one of the light-blue ribbons between her teeth and sucked on it.
A pressure built up in Fluttershy’s loins, but she wasn’t ready for release. An abrupt moan burst forth before she managed to cover her mouth with her other hoof, even as her momentum continued unabated. In the back of her mind, she worried over waking Angel up, but that thought was soon overrun by the pleasure.
At last, she could hold it no more, and her body shook in the heated throes of climax. Even with a hoof partially in her mouth, a clearly audible cry rang out as she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Oh, my,” she gasped between breaths, letting her legs splay out. She licked at a drop of sweat that had settled on her upper lip. “Oh… Oh, my.” A smile slowly spread across her face.
It vanished a moment later when she heard someone coming up the stairs.
“Fluttershy, are you in there, dear?” The hoofsteps stopped and the door was pushed open to reveal Rarity, standing there with an oddly timid look on her face. “Your front door was open, so I thought you wouldn’t mind if I…” Her voice trailed off as she absorbed the scene.
Fluttershy lay there frozen in shock, still on her back with her legs spread. In a moment of clarity, she realized that the candles’ scent had been overpowered by the musky smell of sweat and sex, making it even more blatantly obvious what Rarity had just walked in on.
“I-I-I—” Rarity stammered. Her eyes widened and she staggered back. “Is—are you—is that my Celestia costume? Why are you—” She slapped a hoof over her mouth. “I’m sorry! I’ll go now!” She took a few steps backwards, but her eyes remained fixed on Fluttershy.
“Rarity,” Fluttershy said, frozen in place. “This is…”
With visible effort, Rarity tore her gaze away. “I should be leaving—”
“W-wait!” Fluttershy rolled off the bed and landed on trembling legs. “It—it isn't what it looks like! I was just wearing this for—for—”
“It’s fine, dear, you don’t have to explain,” Rarity said quickly. “I—I’m so sorry for intruding. I’ll just let myself out.” She turned and darted down the stairs. Fluttershy heard the front door close and the still-sleeping Angel snore loudly before she dropped to her knees, still trying to come to terms with what just happened.
The door to Carousel Boutique slammed shut behind Rarity as she trotted to her divan and crashed down onto it. She sighed and hugged a pillow. A white cat, who had been sleeping on top of a cabinet, yowled when Rarity’s magic lifted her down and onto the couch next to her.
“Oh, Opalescence,” Rarity said softly. Her hoof stroked Opalescence’s back. “I just made an absolute mess of everything.”
Opal glared at her and stretched her claws until she saw the serious expression Rarity wore. The cat rolled her eyes and hunkered down for the long run.
Rarity’s hoof continued to play on Opal’s fur. “In one fell swoop I ruined any chance I had with her, likely along with her self confidence.” She realized that her saddlebags still lay draped over her back. "And I didn't even give her the missing shoe."
“Mreow.”
“And the worst part is knowing that I cannot do a thing about it.” She laid her head down, allowing her somber gaze to wander the room. “She did make an adorable Celestia, if I…” Rarity straightened suddenly. Opal yowled as the unexpected movement nearly knocked her off the couch. "Celestia! Aha, that's it!"
Rarity bounced upright and galloped upstairs into her bedroom, where she proceeded to empty her closet. She examined and discarded a dozen boxes before she finally found the one she was looking for.
“Perhaps this will work,” she said, wiping the perspiration from her brow. “If it doesn’t, then I—no! This is no time to question myself!” Her eyes narrowed. “For Fluttershy’s sake, I must do this!”
Downstairs, Opal rolled her eyes and fell back to sleep.
Fluttershy paced quickly through her room, muttering to herself as she did so. The diadem, knocked askew earlier, still sat unevenly on her head.
“Oh, how could I let this happen?” she said in a choked-up voice. “Rarity must think I’m a—a—a freak!” Fluttershy’s steps faltered and she reached up to toy absently with the streamers in her mane.
After a moment’s thought, she tossed herself onto her bed, where she continued to play with the costume.
“What if—what if she tells the other girls?” Fluttershy continued softly. “They wouldn’t want to be friends with such a sick pony.”
Her eyes flicked over to her image in the mirror. She finally straightened the diadem as her brow smoothed and her frown disappeared. Her hoof traced a line along the gorget.
So pretty, she thought absently. Her other hoof began to reach down, down—
—until she yanked it back and stood abruptly.
“This is what got me in trouble in the first place,” Fluttershy said, eyes tearing up. She pulled the crown off and made to throw it. “I-I’m better off without this silly costume!” However, instead of hurling the piece across the room, she simply placed it on her vanity.
Just as she was about to unwind the streamers from her mane, she heard someone knock at the front door. She darted downstairs to answer it, pausing to glance at the soundly sleeping Angel. Her hoof reached for the doorknob.
What about the costume? A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead as she considered the torc still around her neck, the blue and green accents still in her hair. She turned away. I shouldn’t answer it.
“Fluttershy, dear,” said whoever had knocked. “Please, may I speak with you?”
“Rarity,” Fluttershy said, turning back. She pulled the door open and peeked out. “Rarity, I-I-I’m really sorry about—” Her eyes widened.
On her doorstep stood Rarity, wearing a hooded cloak. “Would you mind terribly if I came in?”
“O-of course not,” Fluttershy said. It isn’t cold out. Why does she need a cloak? She stepped back and allowed Rarity past. “Um, if you don’t mind—that is, if I may—” She stumbled over her words as she closed the door.
“Be calm,” Rarity said , placing a comforting hoof on Fluttershy’s back.
“Why—why are you here again?” Fluttershy squeaked. She tried to shrink backwards, but Rarity’s hoof held her steady. “Don’t you—don’t you think I’m weird? Didn’t you see—”
“Perhaps we should take this someplace more private,” Rarity said, glancing over Fluttershy’s shoulder at Angel, who had stopped snoring and rolled over.
“Oh, um…” Fluttershy blushed and covered her mouth. “Th-the best place would be my bedroom, but—”
Once more, Rarity cut her off. “That will work nicely!” She grabbed Fluttershy’s hoof and together they slipped back upstairs and through the bedroom door. A soft click sounded as Rarity closed the door. However, she didn’t turn away from it and kept her back to the room.
Standing beside her vanity, Fluttershy fiddled with her mane. “If this is about the costume,” she said, staring at the floor, “I’m going to get rid of it. I’m sorry you had to see me like that…”
“No, dear, I’m the one who should apologize.” Rarity finally spun on her back hooves to face Fluttershy. “In fact, that’s why I came here.” She reached up and pulled back her hood.
Whatever Fluttershy had been about to say, she immediately forgot it as she gazed upon her friend. Rarity wore a diadem and torc of her own, both ebony-black, and her normally well-coiffed mane shimmered and blew in a non-existent breeze. She pulled the cloak off entirely and Fluttershy saw that she also wore a pair of fake wings.
“I-I-I-” Fluttershy stammered, eyes wide. “Yo-y-you—”
“Do you like my mane?” Rarity asked, reaching back to tousle her hair. Her hoof seemed to pass right through. “The spell to style it in this fashion is actually quite simple, if one knows what one is doing.”
Fluttershy coughed and glanced away. “It’s lovely,” she whispered. “But, why?”
“I wronged you earlier,” Rarity said as she stretched a hoof out and took hold of one of the ribbons in Fluttershy’s mane. “I barged in without your permission, and my reaction was in poor taste. I only wish make things right.”
“Oh, y-you didn’t have to do anything,” Fluttershy said. She fought the urge to sigh as Rarity began to stroke her pink locks.
“But I did!” Rarity stopped stroking and reached over to the vanity to take hold of Fluttershy’s discarded diadem. She frowned as her eyes examined it. “I didn’t wish to give you the wrong idea! There’s absolutely nothing wrong with dressing up and, ah—enjoying yourself.”
“What would Princess Celestia think, though?” Fluttershy couldn’t help but ask. “What would Twilight think?” She started to pull off her torc. “They would—”
Rarity pushed Fluttershy’s hooves away from the ornament. “Don’t you worry about what other ponies might think,” she said. She placed the crown on Fluttershy’s head. “And, well…”
“Yes?” Fluttershy asked after a moment’s silence.
Rarity bit her lower lip and leaned back and forth as some inner struggle played out. Finally, she squeezed her eyes shut. “And I had thought I might help assure you that you are perfectly fine.” Her knees began to tremble.
“Thank you.” Fluttershy stepped forward and patted Rarity’s shoulder, letting her hoof linger. “But I still—”
“Oh, damn it all,” Rarity growled as she surged forward, pulled Fluttershy into a tight embrace, and kissed her.
Fluttershy squeaked into Rarity’s mouth before she realized what was happening. However, just as she began to relax and lean in, Rarity pulled back and put her forehead against Fluttershy’s, real horn crossing fake. A pure, ringing tone resonated through the room as their diadems struck each other.
“Darling, I just want you to feel comfortable,” she said earnestly as she stared into Fluttershy’s eyes. “But I don’t want to—”
“Pl-please don’t stop,” Fluttershy interrupted, pushing back in and catching Rarity’s lips.
For a few long seconds they held that pose and simply enjoyed the moment. Then, Rarity pulled back once more, this time with a mischievous grin on her face. “Well, Sister,” she said in a grandiose voice, “wouldst thou like to adopt a more comfortable position?” Her hoof waved at the bed.
“I’m sorry?” Fluttershy said. Then, her eyes widened and she smiled as she caught on. “B-but, Luna, is this alright? What if our subjects find out?”
Rarity leaned in and whispered, “Then we shan’t allow them to find out.” She sashayed past Fluttershy to the bed, where she lay herself down and patted the mattress invitingly. “Now, Celestia, wilt thou join me?”
Fluttershy imitated Rarity’s walk and slid up next to her. “You know I will.” She leaned in and nuzzled Rarity under her chin.
They stayed that way for a few seconds until Rarity sought another kiss. Fluttershy moaned lightly as she let her hooves idly explore, massaging Rarity’s thigh and running through her mane. A tongue ran lightly along her upper lip, and she opened her mouth to allow it entry, meeting it inside with her own.
Fluttershy tasted on Rarity's lips the flavor of the wine that they had shared earlier. At least she doesn't taste like her sofa, she thought, and a giggle rose unbidden to her lips.
Rarity leaned back and grinned. "Dost thou find our play amusing?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "So amusing that thou cannot help but laugh?"
"Mayhaps," Fluttershy panted. Suddenly, she gasped as she felt Rarity’s hoof slide between her legs. “Ra—Luna!” she said, just barely remembering their roles. She pulled back and glanced into Rarity’s eyes. The unspoken question lingered there between them, then Fluttershy smiled, nodded, and kissed Rarity firmly at the base of her neck.
Rarity’s hoof resumed it motions, gently stroking Fluttershy’s nethers before finding her folds and making its way inside. Fluttershy gasped again when a familiar heat began to build up. Eyes closed, her mouth found Rarity’s in a greedy, insistent kiss. Their tongues played off of each other, and all the while, the hoof continued its search. Fluttershy couldn’t help but moan when Rarity found her spot.
“Oh, is that good, Sister?” Rarity murmured into Fluttershy’s mouth, receiving another moan in response. She lightly tweaked the nub, and Fluttershy moaned yet again.
Perspiration coated both of their faces, but neither paid it any mind, so absorbed were they in each other's bodies. Both of Fluttershy's forehooves now tangled themselves in Rarity's mane, massaging her scalp. On a whim, she took Rarity's lower lip between her teeth and tugged lightly, drawing forth a giggle.
"Now you're the one laughing," Fluttershy gasped between heavy breaths. She couldn't remember the last time her face had felt so heated.
Rarity laughed again. "If thou hast breath to talk, Celestia, then I have failed thee. Mayhaps I needs must pleasure thee further.” With a final tweak of her stimulating hoof, she scooted backwards and brought her face down between Fluttershy’s hind legs.
Fluttershy suddenly realized what Rarity meant. “N-no, Luna, I can’t ask you to do that!” she stammered, chest heaving. She wiped at the sweat on her forehead. “I-I mean, n-not that I m-mind, but are you okay with this?”
“So long as ‘tis fine with thee,” Rarity answered. “Thy happiness is all that I desire.” Her mane had lost some of its sheen, but still billowed out behind her.
For a long moment, neither moved, until Fluttershy finally sat forward and kissed Rarity deeply before once more lying back and smiling. Seeing this as a sign to continue, Rarity lowered her mouth to Fluttershy’s folds and stuck out her tongue.
A tiny tremor shook Fluttershy as she felt Rarity begin to work. The perspiration that had remained on her forehead now ran down her cheeks, but she barely even noticed. Swells of pleasure surged through her body with every one of Rarity's licks. Her hooves rested on the back of Rarity’s head, stroking her mane lightly at first, but with more and more pressure as her own tension rose.
"Luna," she moaned, licking at a drop of sweat and savoring its salty flavor. "Sister!" She fought the urge to press Rarity's head down further in. Her cries grew even louder when Rarity took her clitoris between her lips and sucked hard. As Rarity’s tempo increased, Fluttershy’s breathing became more and more labored. Her hind leg kicked weakly and knocked the false wings from Rarity’s back.
Neither mare took notice.
“S-Sister,” she gasped. “Sister, I’m—I’m close. You can stop.” However, Rarity showed no signs of having heard. Fluttershy moaned loudly, struggling to contain the pressure. “Luna! If you stay there, then I’ll—”
Rarity took Fluttershy between her teeth, drawing forth the loudest cry yet.
Fluttershy’s head rocked backwards to crash against the pillow. She fought to control her breathing. She was barely aware of her diadem, which slipped from her head, taking the papier mache horn with it. The fierce beating of her heart sounding clearly in her ears. Her hooves trembled in Rarity's mane as she took hold of her ears and caressed them fiercely.
At last, she could hold it no more. She shook as her body released. “Rarity!” Fluttershy cried out. Her hooves pressed upon Rarity’s head, and she bit her lower lip to keep from shouting further. For what felt like the longest time, she basked in the flow of ecstasy coursing through her. Pleasuring herself hadn’t left her feeling even half as happy as Rarity’s ministrations had.
Her senses returned just as Rarity sat up, a glowing smile on her face as she wiped at her mouth. Fluttershy held out her forelegs weakly and pulled Rarity into a loose embrace.
They shared a long, tender kiss as both allowed their heartbeats to return to a more normal rhythm. Rarity brought a hoof to carress Fluttershy on the cheek.
“Rarity,” Fluttershy said, pulling her face away, “i-if you want, I can—”
Rarity had apparently been expecting Fluttershy’s question. “No,” she interrupted. “This was for you, darling, not for me. This was all for you.”
“B-but, are you sure?” Fluttershy asked. She brushed Rarity’s mane, which had returned almost to normal, out of her eyes. “I mean, you did so much…”
“I’m sure,” Rarity said. She kissed Fluttershy’s forehead and pulled her closer.
“Well, if it’s alright with you,” Fluttershy said softly, “m-maybe I could try next time.”
Rarity’s ears perked, and she moved to meet Fluttershy’s gaze. “Next time?”
“Only if you want to, that is,” she amended quickly, eyes wavering. “I-I mean, it was very nice, a-and we could do it again…” Her voice trailed off.
“Fluttershy, dear, I would love to do this again,” Rarity said. With a frown, she examined her wilted mane. “Although I shall have to learn how to extend this mane enchantment. It looks simply dreadful after it wears off.”
“Um, and about that,” Fluttershy said, “I wouldn’t really mind it being just us, instead of the princesses—”
Again, Rarity’s ears perked, and her breath caught in her throat. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“It was nice of you to come and help me feel better,” Fluttershy said as she began to unwind the ribbons from her mane. “But I’d rather do this with Rarity, the pony I—” She swallowed heavily.
“The reason I came here earlier and caught you, um, doing—” Rarity coughed when she noticed the blush that spread across Fluttershy’s face. “Anyway, I had wanted to speak with you about our relationship.”
“Oh.” Fluttershy glanced away and frowned. “If you want to be just friends, then we can—”
“Fluttershy,” Rarity said with a bland expression, “how many friends do you have that would go to these lengths?”
“That’s, um—That’s a very good point.” The final ribbon came free from Fluttershy’s mane and drifted to the floor, followed closely by the golden diadem.
“What I intended to say was that I think we have moved beyond friendship,” Rarity continued, fiddling with her tail. “I care about you more than I would any of our other friends, and I wanted to know for sure if you perhaps felt the same.”
If the wide smile on Fluttershy’s face wasn’t confirmation enough, the kiss she planted on Rarity’s lips certainly was.
“Um, you know,” she said demurely, “if you want, I wouldn’t mind having next time right now.” Her semi-closed eyes peered out from behind thick lashes.
Rarity pulled her diadem and torc off and dropped them next to Fluttershy’s. “I suppose I can find the time in my busy schedule,” she said with a smile. Fluttershy’s hoof slowly traveled down Rarity’s belly and between her legs.
“Then it’s your turn,” Fluttershy said. “I-if you don’t mind.”
As Rarity’s cries and moans echoed through the cottage, a wide-eyed Angel Bunny gripped his sheets tightly and stared at the ceiling.
