Enjoy the Show

As a successful costume designer, myself, it would come as no surprise to anypony when I listed Rarity the unicorn as my personal hero. Of course, it was no small source of envy among my peers when they learned that not only had she been responsible for launching my career, but that we had remained good friends even as she had rocketed to stardom in the fashion world. Enjoying both her company and her expertise as I did, of course I made whatever excuse I could to meet with her as often as possible. Tonight, that excuse was free tickets to a screening of a new, big-budget movie which I had helped work on, and—always receptive to any display of generosity—she accepted.

I have to admit that I was somewhat surprised when we met at the theater and saw the friend she had brought with her. I remembered him as a very cute kid when we first met, but as a young man he was absolutely gorgeous. Even I could appreciate the way his pecs strained the buttons of his dark green shirt, and his pistachio eyes were large and shining with a playful sincerity. There had been some controversy when rumors began circulating that she was seeing a boy who was hardly out of his teens, which I had dismissed at the time. After all, I knew that they had been best friends since he’d been a child on the cusp of adolescence, but seeing the way she clung to his arm and leaned against him as they approached, I felt that something had definitely changed between them since the last time I saw them together.

“Coco, Darling,” she called to me, her voice like vicuna. “I’m so glad to see you, again. You remember Spike?”

“Hullo,” Spike said, looking at me with a charmingly bashful expression. It seemed that quite a few stallions and some mares thought I was rather cute, though not usually intimidatingly beautiful as Ms. Rarity was, and I idly wondered if that was the reason for his shyness or if it was due to the way Rarity was snuggling up to him for warmth in the chilly evening weather.

“Of course I do,” I replied. “You’ve really grown, Spikey.”

Rarity’s smile took on a subtle shade of mischief. “He certainly has.”

“Come on, then,” I said, motioning toward the door to the theater lobby. “We should go inside out of this cold.” Honestly, the weather was still bearable enough that I might have lingered, but I was disappointed to notice that Rarity was apparently wearing a bra beneath her black dress, and the most enticing evidence of the mild chill was sadly concealed from my eyes.

I held the door and let the couple go ahead of me. My idol’s milky thighs swayed back and forth as she walked precariously on high heels, the rhythmic bouncing of her posterior mesmerizing. She continued to drape herself over her companion’s broad shoulders, which supported her solidly as they matched the beat of her hips. Seeing the two of them in front of me, my heart fluttered at the perfect picture they made.

“Ms. Rarity,” I said, brushing my fingers against her bare shoulders to catch her attention. She turned her face, still a light pink from the cold, toward me with an interested arch of her brow. “The movie will start soon, but it’s a couple hours long. We should go to the ladies’ room first, don’t you think?”

“Ah, yes,” Rarity responded with a sweet smile. “I probably should powder my nose first.”

Spike nodded and turned toward the men’s bathroom. “Yeah, I gotta go drain the snake, too. See ya in a minute!”

Rarity made a face, but giggled as we made our way to the lavatory. When we entered, I leaned toward her and whispered. “So I take it the rumors are true?”

Her expression reminded me of a naughty child spilling a secret. “Completely. I’m officially a cradle-robber.”

I was, of course, quite excited for my friend, but I recalled that she wasn’t the only mare close to Spike. “How did Twilight react?”

“Oh, she was furious,” Rarity said, a small measure of guilt tempering her smile. “But only at first. She still thinks of Spike like a little brother or even a child—fitting given she hatched him, herself—but she knows he’s mature enough to make his own judgments and she trusts that my heart is in the right place.”

I nodded in understanding. “Well, that being the case, this is like a secret date for you, isn’t it?”

Like tinkling wind chimes Rarity’s laughter floated into my ears. “I suppose it is something like that, isn’t it?”

“Maybe I should give you two some space, then?” I offered, though my heart ached at the idea.

Rarity waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. You’re the one who invited us, after all.”

I could see right through her, though. “It’s no trouble at all, Ms. Rarity. I asked you here for your sake; not mine.”

Rarity pulled me in close, her soft, restrained mounds pressing into my flat chest as the scent of her sweet perfume filled my nose. I returned the hug, melting into her arms as I gave a little sigh. Too soon, it was over and she was holding me back out at arm’s length, her eyes alight. “Thank you so much, Coco. You really are the most generous mare I know. Besides myself, naturally.” She gave a short laugh at her self-aggrandizing humor.

We joined Spike as he waited at the door to the theater, itself, and entered together. Rarity chose a seat toward the back while I took one a row up and a few seats down, just far enough that I would be out of earshot for any nothings being whispered sweetly between the two. Spike, naturally, seemed befuddled that I had taken such a position and tried to invite me to come closer, but I waved him off with as pleasant an air as I could muster.

There were only a few other ponies in the theater at this time, as this was an early screening for members of the crew and other assorted guests, and they were mostly crowded toward the front of the large theater, giving us a slight sense of privacy, heightened by the dimming lights as the projector began to roll.

The film was a pre-Celestian romance with what was honestly a fairly clichéd storyline and mediocre acting. The real stars of the show, in my opinion, were the costumes, which were ornate, stylish and historically accurate to a tee thanks to my team’s dedicated research.

I wish I could say that my idol was so enraptured by my designs, alone, that it would make up for the sappiness of the story, but the low whispers and giggles coming from behind me said otherwise. It wasn’t until the whispers stopped suddenly and I turned my head in curiosity to look back at the couple that I realized the plot was working all too well.

Spike and Rarity, their features lit only by the back glow of the projector light off the screen, were locked in a passionate kiss, their hands exploring each other slowly. Rarity had one hand cupped behind his head, pulling him into her as the other slid across his back. One of Spike’s hands traveled up Rarity’s thigh as the other thumbed at the teat buried under at least two layers of fabric.

I blushed and turned back toward the screen, berating myself for my curiosity. I had wanted to give them a little privacy on their date after all, and now I was peeping on them. I resolved that I would let the two have their fun without my prying eyes intruding. My ears still worked, though.

“Spikey,” Rarity’s voice wafted over to me, barely audible over the sounds of the film. “Just… just pull it to the side, Darling.”

The image of a cheesy pasta being stirred came to my mind unbidden a moment later, and I tried with all my force of will to hold onto it. Ms. Rarity really seemed to be enjoying her dinner with all those satisfied moans. Unable to stand it any longer, I glanced back at them again.

Spike’s head was in Rarity’s bare lap, her short dress hiked up past her waist. I could see a glimpse of the thin fabric of her black panties hugging her pale hips as they gently thrust upward. Her delicate white hand was on the back of his head, guiding it between her legs. As my eyes quickly traveled up, I saw her face. It was reddened, but no longer with cold. Her jaw hung slack as her tongue hung out, a bead of saliva dangling from its tip. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, her painted eyelids flickering as if she were having a seizure.

I whipped my head back again, but I seemed to see the image of Rarity's panting face emblazoned on the screen before me, as if it had been burned into my vision. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and a tickling sensation went up and down my midsection. I rubbed my thighs together, but this only made it worse as my flower blossomed, coated in fresh dew.

I licked my lips and turned an ear back to the couple behind me, greedily drinking in their every quiet gasp and sigh. The wet squelching increased in tempo, and I heard Rarity's breath quicken in response. My stomach tightened and I clenched my legs together tightly, the throbbing within reaching a crescendo as I imagined her doing the same the moment her breath caught and all sound ceased momentarily.

The theater held its silence for the longest moment, my head becoming dizzy while I tried not to scream. Finally, I heard a short grunt from Rarity and sound flooded back, a lighthearted musical denouement playing from the speakers.

"We shouldn't, Rarity," Spike's hushed voice came to my ears.

Rarity shushed him. "What kind of lady would I be if I left it at this?"

I could hear a rustling and the creak of the seats, and once again my treacherous eyes pulled my head around to see my friend in her most intimate of moments.

Rarity had moved to straddle Spike's lap and she had let the straps of her dress fall to expose her bra. She reached behind her and under her rump, which I now saw was free of what little cloth she'd had, and pulled a thick staff from his pants.

I hadn't seen many stallions' members up close, before. Actually, if one discounted a foalhood game of doctor, I hadn't seen any except in pictures. From my understanding, though, this one was particularly impressive, not just in the length and girth, but also in the unique shape, seeming more like an exotic toy one might find in the redlight district. It twitched under Rarity's touch, and I could see the tip was already slick.

Rarity plunged her dripping pink pussy down the length of his shaft, her mouth contorting with effort as she made soft grunting sounds.

My fingers found my creamy mound unbidden. I gasped as I pressed against the top of my crevice and felt my swelling button shift within its hood. Moisture was already spreading up from the bottom of my white cotton panties. I ground the roughness of the wet fabric under my hood, doing my best to breathe evenly even as the tingling spread and the muscles around my pelvis began to twitch.

In my mind the wet sounds and moans that I could only just hear behind me summoned images of Rarity’s ass, like two glowing full moons, bouncing up and down on Spike’s lap. As my thrusts down my sensitive gorge became more forceful, her white fur would flash to cream in my mind, and her diamond cutie mark would become a fancy hat. At other times, an image of me would replace Spike, but with his massive member attached. Then Rarity would become a dashing stallion in his place and I would find myself on top of her, sliding down her length.

I had to look back again, and the first thing I saw was Rarity’s bare butt pressing down on Spike’s thighs, molded to fit their muscular shape, its volume pushed up to form a curved V above the termination of her rear canyon. When she lifted up, she arched her back, her steamy buns pulling apart and revealing a pale, puckered ring. Lower, she was regurgitating a slick, shining mass like an extruder, a band of flesh clinging tightly just outside her blushing lips as if unwilling to let go of the delicious meat.

When my gaze traveled up Rarity’s statuesque back, I came to her head. Even as she slapped Spike’s lap with her perfectly sculpted posterior, her eyes were locked onto mine. I froze, heat flooding my face instantly. I suddenly felt as if she had penetrated me, my walls invaded by her gaze. The corner of her mouth twitched upward, and the long lashes of one eye waved at me as she winked before turning back to her beau.

I turned back, face going from burning hot to icy cold. I looked down to see my left hand buried in my exposed twat, juices dribbling into my palm and staining the plush seat. My vision blurred and went white as my stomach felt as if it dropped out from under me. I was afraid that I was screaming, but I realized that my vocal cords were as paralyzed as the rest of me, so though my jaw stretched wide, no sound came out.

My vision cleared and I could move once again, and my first course of action was to rip my underwear fully aside and punish the inflated pearl that was the source of my pleasure.

“Oh, baby,” Rarity’s voice came to me. “You’re so beautiful.”

Was she talking to me? No, of course not. But it hardly mattered in my mind as the fingers of my left hand explored the innards of my cave. I spread the silky smooth sides of my walls, imagining Spike’s draconic dick doing the same to Rarity’s, and my middle finger curled up to stroke the rough ceiling, causing a syrupy heat to build in me again.

“Fuck me,” Rarity breathed. “Fuck me hard with everypony watching.”

I obliged in my mind as my right hand stroked my proudly erect nub like a miniature penis. I felt almost as if it grew between my fingers to the size of my forearm while I used the fluids that seemed to gush unabated from my core to slip around it. At the same time that I fucked I was being fucked by my other hand, and for a moment I forgot who or what I was in this fantasy.

My vision went white again as my body was compressed between my legs and then exploded outward again, muscles tensing and releasing in waves. My nipples burned as they rebelled against the fabric holding them back, and I reached up to grab one with my left hand as my right continued to press on my love button. I squeezed my flat chest hard, causing the fire to spread out and push me into another, smaller white out.

While I bucked and squirmed in my seat I could hear Rarity’s voice murmur again.

“I’m coming, Darling,” she whispered. “Come with me.”

“I’m coming,” I mumbled, and bit my lip. I slid my right hand down my slit and into my canal again, pulling at the spongy bundle of nerves inside as my palm pressed against my clit and I pinched and gently pulled at my nipples through my shirt. I heard Spike give a strained, quiet wheeze as Rarity made a sound not unlike her friend, Fluttershy, trying to cheer, and my floodgates burst open once more. Unable to control myself, I lifted my slender backside off my seat, braced by my shoulders on the back of the chair as my back arched and my legs quaked. I could hear the sound of my wetness splattering on the floor. Finally, it subsided and I collapsed back in my seat, hunching over completely spent.