Panty Made 2: Booty Call

Twilight awoke to the shifting of the muscles that she was covering. She hadn't felt any shifts before, so either Twilight was too out of it to notice Rarity's movements overnight, or Rarity had slept like a rock. Considering her state of inebriation, the latter was a strong possibility.

As she felt Rarity sit up, all of her weight shifted to her rump, Twilight began a mental countdown. By this point in her relationship with Rarity, she was well-aware of how long it took her to react to unclean situations. Perhaps this particular situation had never come up, but the general idea of realizing what an unsanitary position she was in was still present. Sure enough, by the time Twilight had gotten to four, one pristine white hoof had made its way down between Rarity's legs. A gentle pat accompanied both three and two, leaving a brief moment of silence at one. Just as Twilight reached zero, Rarity shrieked.

Twilight felt Rarity's magical grasp yank her suddenly from her body. Everything was a blur as she was whisked to Rarity's laundry room, the unicorn going on and on the whole time about how unsanitary her behavior was and how she had to treat her favorite panties better. One of the benefits of being one of Rarity's favorite garments was that they got preferential treatment when it came to being washed, and Twilight was about to find that out firsthand. She was held in place as Rarity added detergent to the washing machine, and was then swiftly deposited inside. Twilight suddenly found herself feeling very cold, and things were only going to get colder.

The machine soon began its cycle, and Twilight was bombarded with cold, soapy water. The experience of being on Rarity's body as she moved had been a bit odd at first, but it was nothing compared to how the washing machine tossed her about. She quickly found herself thankful for the fact that panties were incapable of becoming seasick, because had she been a pony at the moment, she likely would have negated any cleaning that would have been going on. Of course, if she were a pony right now, she wouldn't have been in a washing machine in the first place.

As if some divine being had heard her thoughts and fancied a bit of fun, Twilight began to feel a familiar tingling sensation. She'd had no idea what time it was, but Rarity had apparently slept late today, because Twilight's spell was beginning to wear off. Panic began to set in for the soon-to-be alicorn as her body began to grow and reform. She kept focusing, trying to teleport as soon as possible, but her magic was returning a bit slowly. She continued to grow and expand, feeling more and more cramped inside the washing machine. Just as she grew back to her normal size and shape, her horn finally went off, and with a brilliant flash that illuminated the washroom, she vanished.

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Spike's last 24 hours had been absolutely wonderful. He loved Twilight like a sister, but it was nice to have some time to himself here and there. Plus, being designated with responsibility was always a nice feeling. He knew that Twilight trusted him, but he enjoyed being shown proof of it, and the fact that she'd left him in charge of the entire place without anypony around to look after him was proof enough. He had been so tempted to relax and slack off all day, but to do so would have been a betrayal of Twilight's trust, so he made sure to finish all of his chores first. After they were done, though, the rest of the time was devoted to relaxing. Comic books were read, naps were had, and time was spent with Sweetie Belle. The only way it could have been better was if the nap and the time spent with Sweetie Belle had intersected, but he was way too nervous to suggest something like that.

Spike was just getting to the very last page of the new Power Ponies Annual when the room was lit up by a violet flash. Spike barely even looked up; he was so accustomed to Twilight's teleporting by this point that it rarely surprised him. Plus, this was right when she said she would be returning, and Twilight was nothing if not punctual.

"Spike!" Twilight exclaimed. "Did a package come in the mail today?"

Spike opened his mouth to respond in the affirmative, as the mailpony had just delivered said package mere minutes ago, but as soon as he looked up at Twilight, he stopped in his tracks. Twilight was absolutely soaking wet, her mane and tail hanging limply and dripping, as if she'd just gotten out of the shower. She was facing away from him, and the sight in front of his eyes was so very distracting that he couldn't get a word out.

Twilight glanced back at Spike with indignation when she didn't hear a reply. She followed Spike's gaze, giving a little roll of her eyes as she traced it right back to her flank. She briefly considered calling him out on it, but decided against it. She'd caught him stealing little looks at her here and there, and figured she couldn't really hold it against him, given the age he was getting close to. Although this was moving away from "quick look" territory and more into that of leering. If he wasn't like a little brother to her, she might have even been tempted to give a teasing little shake of her rump, but she let it be.

"It's fine, Spike, I see the package over there," Twilight said, hurrying over to the table where it lay. "Thank you for keeping the place clean. I need to bring this to Rarity, and I might stay there for a little bit. I'll be home later, okay?" She glanced at him again, almost chuckling as she saw him still staring at her rump. Perhaps just a little teasing was in order. "Did you have something you wanted to say to my butt, Spike, or are you just observing?" A small chuckle did find its way for, her mouth as she watched Spike stammer.

"N-no, it's just..." Spike said, rubbing the back of his head with a claw. "...Why are you so wet?"

"I'll explain later, Spike," Twilight said, lighting her horn up.

"And what's with-" Spike began.

"I'm sorry, Spike, but I'm in a big rush," Twilight cut him off. "I'll be back later, okay? Thanks again!" With that, she vanished in a flash of light, leaving a confused Spike just staring into the distance.

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Twilight checked her time on the town hall's clock as she appeared in front of Carousel Boutique, now completely dry. She was thankful for the impromptu shower she'd received from the washing machine, because stopping for a much-needed shower at home might have delayed her arrival too much. She quickly poofed the wrapping around the package out of existence and took a look at the object inside. She couldn't help but smile at the pair of panties that looked exactly identical to how she'd looked while transformed. Only two last steps remained to cover her tracks.

A quick spell, aided by her eidetic memory, was all she needed to recreate the embroidered R that Rarity had sewn into her yesterday. She had been worrying about that little detail, and was thankful to see that she'd been able to mimic it down to the last detail. Finally, one last spell teleported the panties, placing them right in the washing machine where she had been thrown earlier.

Twilight once again considered telling Rarity the truth before she knocked on her door. She didn't like lying to anypony, let alone one she was so close with, but Rarity would have been embarrassed enough about the first time she had worn Twilight, let alone what she had done with her last night. Perhaps she would tell the truth after the two were intimate for the first time, but for now, she would keep the charade going. She knocked on Carousel Boutique's door at exactly 12:42, just as planned.

"Kitten!" Rarity exclaimed once she'd opened the door. "Oh, how happy I am to see you! I'd wanted to invite you out drinking with the girls and I last night, but I knew how busy you said you'd be." She wrapped her forelegs around Twilight, then tilted her cheek in her direction. Twilight giggled lightly and planted a kiss on the cheek she was presented with.

"It's okay, Rarity," Twilight said. "I know you'd have invited me otherwise. So did you find them?"

"Oh, yes!" Rarity said, relinquishing her hold on her marefriend. "They were in my drawer, just as you'd suggested. And I was certain I'd checked there! Thank you so much, darling, I swear I'd lose my head if I didn't have you around to suggest where I might find it."

"You're welcome, honey," Twilight said, grinning. "Though I'm sure you'd have found them eventually regardless. I'm sure you only missed them there the first time because you were in such a panic, and I'm glad you care that much about my gift."

As Twilight entered the boutique proper, the thoughts of last night's activities rattled around in her brain. Every time she looked in Rarity's direction, she was bombarded with mental images of her lying on her bed, legs spread with her hoof working herself, moaning Twilight's name. Truthfully, she'd had saucy thoughts of Rarity plenty of times before, but being there to witness that actually happening last night certainly did a good job of giving her a clearer image of it. She wanted terribly to get back in that bed with Rarity now that she was back in her own body, and it seemed like she was finally able to get the courage up to suggest the possibility. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. She had to make this sound perfect. Hesitation or awkwardness would only ruin the moment. She smiled, a confident little smirk, then opened her mouth to speak.

"...Kitten?"

Twilight stopped as she heard Rarity speak, her voice having been stolen away by Rarity's.

"Yes, honey?" Twilight asked. She looked at her marefriend, only to realize that she was gawking at her, much like Spike had been before. She couldn't help but grin. Being gawked at by her marefriend whom she so wanted to bed right now was pretty okay in her book.

"What...is that?" Rarity asked. Twilight tilted her head. That wasn't a question that she was expecting. She followed Rarity's gaze to her rump.

"I don't know what you mean..." Twilight said, confused. "Is there a bit of cellulite? I've been trying to watch my diet..."

"No no, darling, your rump is just perfect," Rarity replied, filling Twilight with a momentary burst of pride. "I was referring more to that." She pointed a hoof towards Twilight's cutie mark, confusing her even further. As if she could read her thoughts--or more likely the look of befuddlement on her face--Rarity wheeled a mirror over. Twilight turned to it, pointing her flank towards it. Something did look off about it; there was some manner of odd purple marking on it. She narrowed her eyes for a closer look, and nearly shrieked when she recognized it as the embroidered R that Rarity had seen onto her yesterday, the thread neatly laced into her flank as if she had been in this exact state when it was applied. Suddenly Spike's earlier interest in her hindquarters made more sense.

Before she could respond, Twilight felt Rarity's hoof touch her flank. It rubbed gently over the stitchwork, causing Twilight to blush profusely.

"This insignia and handiwork looks very familiar," Rarity said, her hoof dancing along it and embarrassing Twilight further. "What is the meaning of this, Kitten? Why is my logo on your backside?"

That one sprung leak in Twilight's dam of deception was enough to cause the entire thing to burst. Words came pouring out of her mouth at Pinkie-esque speeds as she tearfully admitted her wrongdoings, from the first incident to yesterday's. She noted Rarity's bright blushes as the gravity of the situation came crashing down on her, especially as she was reminded of just how much things had escalated last night. The two mares stared at each other once the deluge of guilt finished, tears streaming down Twilighr's face.

"I'm so, so sorry for betraying your trust and lying to you, Rarity," Twilight sniffled, barely able to look her in the eye. "I'll understand if you can't forgive my invasion of your privacy."

The silence in the room was deafening. Not that Twilight didn't see it coming; she'd been so absorbed in calming Rarity down earlier, as well as her own desires, that she had barely paid any attention to the repercussions of her actions.

"Twilight..." Rarity began. Twilight was already worried by the lack of her pet name.

"I'll leave if you want," Twilight said, turning to leave. Her progress was stopped by one of Rarity's hooves.

"Twilight, listen," Rarity said, her voice taking on a bit more of an authoritative tone. "I...cannot deny that I am hurt, more by your deception than your invasion of my privacy."

Twilight sniffled once more and nodded.

"But," Rarity continued. "I suppose the first time was a complete accident, and the second time, while preposterously misguided, was, at its core, an attempt to make me happy."

Twilight could barely believe her ears. Was she...okay with this? Her gaze finally rose back up to Rarity's eyes, pleading for confirmation that she'd understood correctly.

"And you truly are sorry, correct?" Rarity asked.

"Very sorry!" Twilight said, nodding furiously. "And I'll never do it again without your knowledge, I promise!" She clapped a hoof to her mouth as she realized how that last sentence came off. What kind of idiot was she to suggest that she wanted to experience it again? If Rarity had caught onto that bit, though, she wasn't showing it.

"Well then..." Rarity said, putting a foreleg around Twilight. "I accept your apology, darling."

That was all Twilight needed to hear. She threw her forelegs around Rarity, hugging her tightly and repeating sorries over and over again until Rarity finally put a hoof over her mouth to stop her.

"You're the best marefriend a pony could ever ask for," Twilight mumbled around Rarity's hoof.

"Mm, yes, I guess I can be on occasion" Rarity said with a cheeky little grin. If the tension hadn't already vanished from the room, the quiet giggles that followed that comment would have done so.

"You really are," Twilight said with a smile. Rarity gave a little nod, and then paused.

"Now...you said that you wished to talk to me about moving our relationship forward in a physical sense?" Rarity asked, so matter-of-factly that it threw Twilight for a loop.

"I...w-well, erm..." Twilight stammered. She wasn't quite sure why she was trying to dance around the question; she had let that bit of information out in the middle of her verbal barrage a few minutes earlier.

"You did say that, Kitten," Rarity reassured her, knowing full well that she was aware of it. "You know I love you, correct?"

"I do," Twilight responded, finding her voice again. "And I love you too, Rarity. So, so much."

"I'm aware, darling," Rarity said with a grin. "Now I must ask you this: are you properly acquainted with ancient Equestrian laws?"

Twilight was baffled by this new line of questioning that seemed to have nothing at all to do with what they were talking about. Rarity was a very intelligent pony and it was completely believable that she had some knowledge of ancient Equestrian law, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out why she'd brought it up.

"I...err, yes, I am..." Twilight said.

"Well then," Rarity continued, leading her over to a couch and sitting her down. One hoof gently rubbed Twilight's side. "I do believe I recall a very old law where if one pony's brand was on something or somepony, then they had the right to ownership over it." Rarity's hoof reached Twilight's flank, gently tracing along the stitching on it.

Twilight's cheeks turned bright red. She opened her mouth to speak, but Rarity covered it with her free front hoof.

"Ah, ah," Rarity said, her tone becoming slightly deeper and more breathy. "My property does not speak back without permission. Now, come upstairs. I wish to have fun with my property before we remove those stitches."

Twilight's eyes lit up as she began to twitch with anticipation. She watched Rarity head towards the stairs. Her shaky knees attempted to betray her, but she would not allow it as she began to follow obediently. From the looks of it, today was looking to be just as interesting as last night.