Panty Made 2: Booty Call

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Twilight muttered to herself moments after teleporting into Rarity's bedroom. It was hardly the first time she'd teleported into Carousel Boutique, but most of the times she'd done it were with Rarity's knowledge, and none of the other times were done with this intent. She thanked her lucky stars that Sweetie Belle wasn't visiting her sister today; the last thing she needed was to be caught in the act, and Sweetie would likely need a bit more of a bribe to stay quiet than Spike did when he found her in Rarity's hamper.

Twilight headed straight for Rarity's dresser. She was unaware of Rarity's exact method of organization, but as long as she was neat and careful, everything would be just fine, provided Rarity went to get coffee before coming home like she'd suggested. One by one, she carefully opened each drawer, inspecting its contents. She passed over drawers of blouses, socks, and bows. If it were any other pony, Twilight would have found the sheer volume of clothes to be odd, considering the fact that ponies--Rarity included--typically went without during day-to-day activities. For Rarity, though, she would have been more surprised if she didn't have them.

The last drawer Twilight checked was, of course, the one she'd been searching for. She couldn't help a little blush as she looked at all the panties folded neatly in the drawer. Part of her was beginning to come to terms with her budding perversion, but she decided she'd reflect on it later. Right now, she was on a timer.

The first of her spells was a brilliant little bit that she'd come up with while talking to Rarity. Naturally, it would have been silly for Twilight to just lay herself somewhere in sight, because if there was no missing her, then the situation wouldn't have arisen in the first place. She had to be concealed, but in a place where Rarity was likely to check. She concentrated hard as she felt her body begin to shrink. She shrank and shrank, until she was about the size of a walnut. Phase one was complete.

With a quick teleportation spell, she found herself right where she wanted to be: in the panty drawer. Twilight's ingenious mind worked a mile a minute; if she was resting right on top of the pile, it would have been far too hard to have missed her earlier, just as if she'd left herself in the open. Nothing had to appear the least bit fishy to Rarity if this was going to go perfectly.

Twilight lit her horn again, closing the panty drawer. Another spell illuminated the drawer once it went dark. Twilight started gently nudging her way through Rarity's panties, not stopping until she'd moved the fifth pair in the pile. She had spent a lot of time reading up on various statistics for her many studies, and statistically, if a pony was looking for something in a drawer, they would usually only search through the first three things in the drawer, although there was enough variation in the results to facilitate worrying about Rarity having searched through the fourth as well. She could have probably gone even farther down if she really wanted to; with how worried Rarity was about finding those panties, she was sure to search through the entire drawer this time. Five was enough for her, though. After all, the size-changing spell wasn't going to last long, and she had to get set up properly. Carefully, Twilight slipped under the fifth pair of panties, squirming and wiggling between the soft, smooth fabric on either side of her until she was positioned right in the center. Positioning was key; Rarity was very neat and organized, and would never put an unkempt stack of panties in her drawer.

Twilight stayed there like that for a few moments, just enjoying the soft embrace of Rarity's panties on either side of her. Rarity's excellent taste in clothing extended to her choice of undergarments, and it showed. Only the finest of garments were allowed to grace her body, and Twilight couldn't help but revel in the smooth softness of the fabrics that sandwiched her. A slight tingling feeling, denoting a shrinking spell that was soon to run out, snapped her out of it, and she quickly lit her horn up, concentrating on the spell that was most important for this plan.

As the shrinking spell began to fade, Twilight felt herself slowly begin to grow. At the same time, she felt the effects of the Silk Panty spell begin to take effect, her muscles becoming weaker and weaker. It wasn't quite as odd for her this time, being as she was actually expecting her body to react in such a way, but it was impossible for all traces of oddness to be removed. Her ears perked as she heard the bells from the boutique's front door jingle, but only for a moment before they vanished into the new "body" that Twilight would be inhabiting for the next 24 hours.

Ears or no ears, Twilight heard Rarity bustle into her bedroom. Judging by how quickly she was moving, the brief break hadn't done much to calm her nerves, although she was relieved not to hear her crying again. She felt the drawer she was in whip open, the entire stack of panties that she was now a part of lurching forward. It felt odd, being light enough that five pairs of panties were able to keep her pinned down. She waited eagerly as Rarity moved each pair, making the burden upon her lighter and lighter. Finally, the pair on top of her was pulled away, and she was greeted with the large, worried face of her marefriend. She watched with glee as the worry drained from her expression, replaced with elation.

"Wa-ha-haa!" Rarity exclaimed as she lifted Twilight from the drawer. "I could have sworn I'd searched all through this drawer! Oh, thank goodness!" Twilight was hugged close to Rarity's chest as Rarity let out a little squeak of joy. Seeing her so utterly happy to find her present from Twilight just warmed her heart, or lack of such.

"Ooo, I know just what to do with you now," Rarity said, a singsongy lilt to her voice. Twilight knew exactly what that meant. The prospect of once again being drawn up those legs, stretched across that rump, and tucked between those thighs was everything she wanted right now, despite how she'd felt about it happening the first time. If she hadn't needed to work with the same form she'd taken last time, she might have even wanted to figure out how to make herself a thong.

Twilight was whisked over to a table, which raised her curiosity just a bit. Why wasn't Rarity putting her on? Had she the capacity to do so, she would have tried to move herself closer to Rarity's hindquarters, but as she was, she was at the mercy of Rarity's magic. She found that even that little idea was turning her on; the Element of Magic, the alicorn Princess of Friendship, completely helpless in her lover's magical grasp. She quickly added this to her mental checklist of what things to try in the bedroom with Rarity whenever she managed to build up the courage to bring it up, which she hoped would be very soon.

Twilight was rested down on the table, front side down. It took her a few moments to reorient her sight--she still wasn't quite sure how such a thing worked but was well past the point of questioning it--and by the time she did, Rarity was already trotting in another direction. Twilight watched her with interest; certainly she was just going to get a nice ensemble to wear over her. Rarity would never allow herself to be seen in just underwear, after all. Despite how often they walked around in the nude, there was something about walking around in just underwear that erred on the side of taboo. Whatever she was doing, Twilight hoped she would do it quickly. Besides the fact that she wanted badly to be on Rarity's body, it was a little chilly on the table.

Rarity returned a few moments later, much to Twilight's relief. As relieved as she was, she couldn't help but be curious about the needle and thread that was set down next to her on the table.

"I shan't lose you again," Rarity said with a little smile. "But in case you do somehow get misplaced, at least ponies will know who to return you to."

Twilight found herself confused by those words. This confusion lasted until she noticed the needle, held by Rarity's magic and threaded with a dark purple string, begin to approach her. Her first instinct was to yell, and her second was to run. Obviously, neither of those was happening. Unable to stop the impending implement in any manner, she was forced to simply watch in terror as the sharp point moved ever closer. The light shining in through the window glinted off of the needle's tip as it seemed to move in slow motion, Rarity's two from hooves coming up to hold Twilight steady around the intended point of impalement. Twilight wanted to cringe as she felt the needle pierce her silky hide...painlessly.

Twilight's analytical mind would normally have wanted to figure out why she was capable of feeling things like the sensation of herself against Rarity's body or the chill of being left alone on a table, but not pain. Right now, though, as the needle and thread eased their way through her nerveless flesh, she wasn't as concerned with the "why." Though she would likely research further into it at a later date.

Once the threat of terrible pain was gone, enduring the stitching was actually rather relaxing. Rarity was a master at her work, and the rhythmic pokes and pulls, combined with the gentle movements of Rarity's hooves, felt like the world's oddest massage. This wasn't to say that Twilight's mind was at all at ease; she would have to work hard to remember the exact stitches that were being made so she could magically replicate them on the panties she'd custom-ordered, and she hadn't the faintest idea what effect this physical alteration would have when she changed back. Whatever it was, she would deal with it later. There was nothing to be done about it now, so it was probably best to just relax. Twilight envisioned herself taking a deep breath and waving a calm hoof out, just as Princess Cadence had taught her a while back. She couldn't physically carry out the actions, but even thinking about it helped to calm her lack of nerves.

"Perfect," Rarity said to herself as Twilight felt the needle pull away from her for the final time. She wasn't even sure how much time had passed, having been lost in her thoughts and in the rhythmic, relaxing sensations. She felt herself lifted up in Rarity's magical grasp, and caught a sight of herself in a nearby mirror. The back of her was now adorned with a large, fancy capital R, akin to the signature logo Rarity had adopted not too long ago in an attempt to help market herself.

"Mm...now there's no denying that you're my property," Rarity purred, admiring her work. Something about the way Rarity said that resonated strongly with Twilight, and if she was capable of shuddering with delight, she would have done so.

"I'll be your property any time..." Twilight thought to herself. The thought sprung up so suddenly, so impulsively that Twilight couldn't deny it if she tried. She'd read books about ponies who liked it when their lovers treated them as if they were subservient to them. She was very well aware that slavery was abolished centuries ago--she'd actually been reading over the history of that very recently--but the ponies in those books did it only with a pretense of ownership. Underlying that concept was always a strong, deep sense of love and trust between the two partners. Twilight had quite enjoyed reading those books, although she often did have to hide them within the pages of textbooks if anypony else--or anydragon else, usually--was around while she was reading them. She'd started by imagining herself in the role of the pony taking charge and Rarity as her subservient, but that just never did it for her. It wasn't until she'd flipped the roles that she really began enjoying the little fantasies. Whenever she gained the courage to discuss bedroom activities with Rarity, she would have to bring this up.

Twilight waited eagerly for what she was sure would be the next step of Rarity's gameplan now that she'd found her beloved panties again. The idea of spending another whole day wrapped around her was intoxicating, and she found herself longing to be drawn up those smooth, lovely legs once more. The moment was nearly on her now, so close that she could nearly taste it; a thought that drove her wild.

Before Twilight knew what was going on, she found herself resting back in the panty drawer. This didn't seem right at all; why wasn't Rarity wearing her?

"Ooo, I'm almost late for my spa appointment!" Rarity said, fretting as she neatly folded Twilight. "I can't leave poor Fluttershy waiting!" Twilight panicked, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to change the course of things as Rarity pushed her panty drawer closed, bathing Twilight in darkness. The sound of Rarity's hurried hoofsteps grew quieter and quieter, until a loud slam of her bedroom door left Twilight alone in the dark with her thoughts.

"Well...this isn't how I envisioned this at all," the alicorn-turned-unmentionables lamented to herself. At least the place she'd been left was comfortable.

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It had to have been hours. How many hours, she wasn't sure, but it was most certainly a large amount of them. Without any point of reference as to the time passed, Twilight had absolutely no way of knowing for sure. It was completely dark inside the panty drawer, devoid of even the tiniest crack to allow light through. All Twilight knew for sure was that it hadn't been close to 24 hours, because she was still a pair of panties. And it was a good thing she was, too, because the prospect of turning back while inside a small, cramped drawer was one she was hoping not to have to deal with.

However long it had been, it certainly felt like longer than Rarity should have been away with Fluttershy at the spa. Twilight occasionally joined them on spa trips, and they usually took about an hour and a half or so, sometimes two if the twins were especially busy or Rarity was feeling particularly unrefreshed. She had to be out doing other things. If Twilight knew her marefriend--and she liked to think she did--she'd gotten pulled into a conversation after the spa trip, which led to running into the other girls and going out. Normally, this idea wouldn't have bothered Twilight at all. She wasn't the type of pony to want to restrict her significant other from going out without her. Even if she was, she knew she'd also be invited along if she hadn't already told Rarity that she'd be studying all night. The idea only slightly bothered her this time because she just wanted to get out of this drawer and hopefully onto Rarity.

Twilight's train of thought was interrupted by the sounds of hooves plodding up the stairs. Many hooves. Twilight couldn't tell exactly how many, but it was definitely more than one set. In fact, it sounded like even more than two. She could also hear Rarity's voice. It was muffled, but loud even with all the distance and obstructions between them. Not an angry loud by any means, she noted.

Twilight heard Rarity's bedroom door open and a parade of hooves trotting inside. Rarity was laughing loudly about something, and that was all that Twilight needed to assess the situation. That loud, ebullient laughter was uncharacteristic of Rarity in all situations but one.

"Girl, you're a riot when you're like this," came the familiar drawl of Applejack's voice.

"Totally!" Rainbow Dash's voice agreed.

"Am I not always enjoyable to be around?" Rarity asked with a laugh.

"You really should watch yourself better next time though, Rarity," came Fluttershy's voice, sounding more like she was giving one of her critters a motherly talking-to than speaking to her friend. "Not that you have to listen to me, but-"

"Uh, hello? She watches herself all the time!" Pinkie said with a giggle. "I mean look at all the mirrors she has!"

Twilight grinned mentally as she listened to Rarity give a far-too-loud laugh to Pinkie's little joke. It was rare for Rarity to really loosen up, but when Applejack and Rainbow got her drinking, it always ended the same way, with all of them needing to walk her home. Twilight was never too worried about her; she was smart enough to stop before she became a complete and utter mess. She would always cut herself off once her walking was significantly impaired. Worded that way, it didn't sound incredibly healthy, but she trusted Rarity enough to know her own limits.

"You good by yourself now, sugarcube?" Applejack asked.

"Oh, certainly!" Rarity responded. "You're all wonderful for walking me home, really!"

"We know, Rarity," Rainbow said. "You told us like twenty times."

"Twenty-fouuuur~!" Pinkie sang. Twilight figured she must have been close to the dresser, because her bouncing was shaking her drawer slightly.

"You know we're always happy to help, Rarity," Fluttershy said. "Now you get some rest, okay? A-and don't forget to drink plenty of water, or else you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow..."

"I know, darling!" Rarity exclaimed, loudly enough that Twilight could picture Fluttershy cringing and backing away slightly. Twilight listened as a string of goodbyes was said, followed by the sounds of four sets of hooves exiting the room and the door closing. Pinkie had to have been the one to close the door, because the slam was strong enough to shake the dresser again. The panty drawer, having already been jostled loose by Pinkie's bouncing, now saw it fit to dislodge itself from its closed position, sliding open enough to subject Twilight to her first view of the room in hours. As she expected, it was already nighttime. The lights in Rarity's room were oppressive enough after hours of being in the dark for Twilight to wish she had some way to blink.

Twilight wondered how Rarity was doing, but quickly got an answer to that when her marefriend was suddenly towering over the drawer. Her mane was slightly out of place and she had a very dazed look to her. She had really hit the bottle tonight, it seemed. Yet she looked beautiful regardless. Twilight found herself wishing that she could look as lovely as Rarity did after a night of drinking so heavily.

Twilight saw the familiar blue aura of Rarity's magic envelop the drawer. A wave of utter disappointment spread through her, certain that she was to resign herself to her solitary fate. To her surprise, though, the magic faded.

"Ooo!" Rarity exclaimed as her magic now wrapped itself around Twilight. "My darling little gift from Twilight!"

Twilight found herself ensorcelled, both literally and figuratively, by Rarity as she was pulled out of the drawer for the first time in hours. She was spun around in the air, orbiting Rarity briefly before being pulled into a hug. She may not have had a sense of smell, but she didn't need it to imagine the scent of alcohol on Rarity as she was nuzzled by her.

"My sweet, lovely little panties," Rarity slurred, holding Twilight away from her so she could get a good look at her. "Mama will never lose you again."

Even though she'd heard this before, it made Twilight just as happy now to hear just how much Rarity cared for her present. It made her even happier when she realized that she was slowly being lowered towards the ground by Rarity's hind hooves. She had been longing to once again claim Rarity's rump, and as she touched the floor, she could almost feel the warm embrace of her cheeks already.

Rarity stepped one hind hoof down, aiming for one of Twilight's leg holes. One would have assumed the unicorn's actions to be graceful and dainty as always, but her current state of inebriation demanded otherwise. The edge of her hoof caught Twilight's fabric, but it went unnoticed by the unicorn, who attempted to pull them up anyway. The feeling of being stretched that much was a new sensation for Twilight, and she thanked Celestia that Rarity did finally notice. She wasn't exactly looking forward to what might have happened if she was torn.

Rarity wobbled as she lowered Twilight back down and shifted her hoof, making sure it was properly inside the leg hole. Once both hooves were positioned properly, she began drawing Twilight up her legs. In a staunch contrast to her feelings on the situation the first time, Twilight relished every moment of this situation. If she could let out a happy sigh, she absolutely would have as she made the journey up the legs of her marefriend. She was stretched over Rarity's haunches, a feeling of utter satisfaction spreading through her as she was pulled tightly against her privates. A final snap of her waistband under Rarity's navel secured her in the place she'd been dreaming of returning to for days.

Twilight wanted to kiss Rarity's hindquarters as she hugged them, feeling the muscles shift and flex under her. Her rump was finally hers once more, all hers to hold and adore. She wanted so badly to have access to it while still herself, to do it while Rarity knew she was present, but the sheer intimacy of it all drove her wild. She took a moment to get a good look at Rarity, who'd stopped with her hindquarters pointed straight at a mirror. Twilight admired her marefriend's beautiful body, her current form acting as a teasing little censor over the object of her desires. She felt the shifts under her as Rarity shook her rump, giggling a drunken little giggle. It was a heavenly sight, all accented by the vision of the R emblazoned on herself, a sign of the fact that, at least for now, Twilight belonged to Rarity and none other.

"Mmm...oh, Kitten, I wish you were here with me," Rarity purred, giving her rear another little shake. "Oh, how I wish I could have you here...my little Kitten." Her eyes closed as she posed in such a way that if Twilight didn't know better, she'd have been sure that Rarity knew she had an audience. Any thoughts Twilight was experiencing at the moment, though, were halted when she heard Rarity make her next statement, her voice having adopted a sultry deepness to it.

"How I wish you would peel these panties from my body..."

Twilight couldn't believe her lack of ears. She had been fantasizing about Rarity for so long, but with her natural beauty, the reasons were obvious. The concept of Rarity having fantasies about her seemed inconceivable, but she couldn't deny the words she heard from her marefriend's mouth. She wanted to swell with pride at the idea that a pony as beautiful as Rarity could ever dream of her in such a way.

It was then that Twilight felt the onset of wetness between Rarity's legs. She was positively stunned as her fabric became slightly damp from Rarity's juices. It had to be the alcohol influencing it, because she couldn't understand any other way for the simple idea that Rarity had presented to turn her on this much. Whatever the reasoning, though, she couldn't deny the feelings of pride and joy that she was experiencing.

Twilight wanted to gasp as she felt Rarity shift a bit, rubbing her thighs together to try and relieve some of the tension. Being rolled between all of that warm, soft flesh was exhilarating. Twilight wished terribly that she could be with Rarity right now, in her normal body, to fulfill her earlier request. She made a mental note of it for later. For now, this was the closest she could get, and all things considered, it was pretty close.

Twilight's perspective began to change as Rarity suddenly decided to move. Her uneven steps gradually took her towards her bed. Twilight prepared herself to be taken off once more, now that she knew about her marefriend's typical lack of sleeping apparel. As she felt Rarity climb onto the bed, she figured that today was full of surprises.

Twilight was pressed between Rarity's body and the impossibly soft mattress, feeling each extra bit of pressure as Rarity bounced against its surface. How Rarity's rump could simultaneously be soft and firm baffled her, but she wasn't about to complain. The wetness between Rarity's legs had gotten a little more pronounced, and Twilight presumed that this must have been the reason for the slightly undignified position in which she was now lying down. She just wished that she could get an aerial view of Rarity as she was now, belly-up and hind legs splayed apart. If Twilight didn't know better, if Rarity wasn't such a dignified lady, she would have assumed from Rarity's position that she was about to--

Every sense that Twilight still possessed froze up as she felt one of Rarity's front hooves find its way between her hind legs. The hoof traced along Twilight's silky surface, drifting almost playfully until it arrived at its destination.

"Oh, Twilight..." Rarity slurred softly, pressing her hoof gently against her marehood. Twilight had already been getting a bit wet from Rarity's juices, but now she found herself becoming even more soaked as she was pushed tighter against her marefriend's privates. The pressure only lasted for a few moments before Rarity pulled her hoof back, and Twilight figured that it must have been nothing but a passing need to receive a bit of relief.

As if her thoughts had been heard and deemed to be incorrect, Rarity's hoof was suddenly upon her once more, more forcefully than before. Rarity let out little drunken mewls of pleasure as she kneaded away at herself, thoroughly drenching Twilight in the process. Twilight had never taken Rarity for the type of pony to do this, but she figured that all ponies, even those as beautiful and refined as Rarity, had needs; needs that she was more than eagerly seeing to as her hoof pressed and rubbed against her yearning entrance.

The mewls began transitioning into soft moans and pants as Rarity continued her ministrations, occasionally peppered with a faint droning of "Twilight" or "Kitten." Each repetition of her name resonated stronger with Twilight. It drove her wild to experience her marefriend like this, to hear her name spoken in such a sultry fashion under such intimate circumstances.

Rarity's pressing began to get more intense and focused, assisted by the rolling of her hips as she began to grind against it. Twilight was in heaven as she was rubbed generously against her marefriend's sex. As the tip of Rarity's hoof worked itself inside her, Twilight found a bit of herself caught in Rarity's dripping slit, held gently but firmly by her thick lips. Twilight reveled in this sensation, feeling almost as if it was she who was bringing Rarity closer and closer to the brink. If the shortened breaths and increased moans and mewls were any indication, that brink was fast approaching.

Twilight wished she had the capacity to move, even the tiniest bit, as Rarity neared her climax. She was no stranger to what Rarity was doing--she still had a few years yet before it was time to explain to Spike exactly why she would sometimes put the "Do Not Disturb" sign up on her bedroom door--and she so wished she could move about and show Rarity all of the little tricks she'd figured out to maximize her enjoyment of the act. Rarity certainly had a handle on the situation, but Twilight was well-read on the topic and had a few pointers to give her lovely marefriend. Hopefully she would be able to find the opportunity to employ said techniques once she was back to her normal self.

Rarity's pace got more and more erratic, her little chirps transitioning into more sustained moans as her hoof danced around her pleasure center, wedging more and more of Twilight's soaked fabric between her lips. Twilight began to think about how this would be the point where she would be employing magic to aid her actions. After all, hooves were not the most dexterous things in the world, and magic was able to reach places where they could not tread. As if Rarity had heard her thoughts, Twilight felt a magical force focused on her center. The force grew, taking on a cylindrical shape, and just as Twilight figured out exactly what Rarity was going for with her spell, a fair portion of herself was pushed a few inches within Rarity's marehood.

Twilight heard her marefriend let out a cry of pleasure as she was penetrated by her magic and Twilight, and she thanked Celestia that she was made of a fairly stretchy fabric. Even with her stretchiness, though, she felt like she was on the brink of tearing as Rarity's magical sexual aid held her between her velvety walls. The force pressing against her eased slightly as the magical force pulled back, but Rarity's walls refused to relinquish her, holding her tIghtly in preparation for her next thrust. She didn't have to wait long, as the magic thrust itself once more into Rarity, stretching Twilight just a bit more. This spell was a bit less refined than what Twilight would have gone for, but she wasn't exactly complaining.

The magical force within Rarity eased down from the two initial thrusts, working itself into a gentle pistoning motion. Each little push, even without the power of the previous thrusts, managed to give Twilight just enough of a stretch to feel just wonderful. She felt like a toy that currently existed only for Rarity's pleasure, and the thought of that was intoxicating.

Rarity had already been on the brink before she'd started using her magic as an aid, and this extra bit was just enough to drive her over the edge. Twilight felt Rarity's walls squeeze tightly around her as she climaxed, moaning Twilight's name as she did. Twilight wanted to moan in her own pleasure as she was squeezed and massaged, becoming even more thoroughly soaked than she already had been. Rarity's magic continued to hold that part of her inside until well after her orgasm had concluded. Once she felt good and ready, she eased the magical force out of her, Twilight being pulled out as well.

Twilight's mind could barely register the ordeal she'd just been through, but the one thing it could decide on for certain was that it was absolutely amazing, and wholly unlike anything she'd ever experienced or expected to experience. She clung to Rarity's lower half, drenched in her love juices and unable to think of anyplace she wanted to be more at the moment, save for in Rarity's forelegs as her normal self. As much as she wanted to stay wrapped around Rarity, though, she knew that it was a matter of time before she was removed and put aside to be washed. She had already learned from her last experience that Rarity slept in the buff, and even if she didn't, she was far too neat and tidy to remain in a pair of panties that she had just finished doing that in.

It was for those reasons that Twilight found herself so surprised when the sound of snoring filled the air. Anypony who might have entered Rarity's room right then would have been treated to the sight of the usually-elegant fashionista passed out on her bed, legs splayed out in a very unladylike manner and dressed in a soaked pair of panties. Although considering what they would have seen if they walked in a few minutes earlier, things could have been worse. While a sober Rarity would never allow even a beloved garment to remain on her body after being used like that, a drunk Rarity seemed to approach such things rather differently. Twilight was surprised, but pleasantly so. Sure, she was a bit sticky, but she wasn't complaining, and it wasn't only for the lack of being able to do so. She relaxed and allowed her mind to drift. She had a long night of hugging Rarity's warm, soft hindquarters to go.