Rarity sprinkled a final touch of glitter on another paper mache star. Its edges were smooth, its surface glistening, and its points sharp. She delicately rested it in the grass among her other finished party decorations and let out a satisfied sigh.
And then the pony beside her groaned and dropped a misshapen paper mache blob that looked frighteningly similar to one of Opal’s hairballs on top of Rarity’s pile of perfectly crafted stars.
Rarity cringed. She could feel a headache coming on.
“This is lame,” Rainbow Dash said, already mangling together a new paper mache monstrosity. “Parties are lame. Yaks are lame. Everything is lame.”
Rarity surreptitiously picked the paper mache hair ball out of her pile and tossed it behind a nearby bush. “Dear, if you’d just slow down—”
“We can’t slow down! The stupid party for those stupid yaks is supposed to start in less than an hour, and literally nothing is ready yet!” Dash threw a Frankenstein monster of paper mache, cyan feathers, grass, and pony spittle onto the pile. “And where do all my stars keep going? I swear I’ve made, like, twenty of these things.”
Rarity peeked behind the bush and counted. Dash had only made six, but they were getting progressively worse. “Perhaps if you’d just calm down and allow me to give you a few pointers—”
“I don’t need pointers! I know what I’m doing.”
Rarity watched Rainbow stuff dirt and at least two worms into a deflated balloon and resisted the temptation to let Dash know in the bluntest of terms just how little she knew of paper mache.
Tensions had been high ever since the yaks had arrived, who had turned out to be absolutely unpleasable. And now Pinkie Pie had disappeared and they had spent the last half-hour rushing to get a party together to prevent another destructive temper tantrum.
With Pinkie gone, Rarity was now the only member of the group with even the barest semblance of artistic talent, meaning that she had to supervise the entire party. A near impossibility when dealing with the stubborn likes of Rainbow Dash and Applejack. Everything had gone wrong so far. Rarity hardly dared to turn and find out what Fluttershy and Applejack were doing to that poor banner, and Rainbow had refused instruction and insisted on creating hideous paper mache abomination after even more hideous paper mache abomination.
The bullheaded, arrogant, beautiful featherbrain. If Rarity didn’t love her, she would have denounced the pegasus as a brigand of paper mache grotesquery and forbid her from the town hall grounds until the party preparations were complete.
But, as unfortunate as it seemed at times, Rarity was very fond of Rainbow Dash, and accusing one’s marefriend of paper mache war crimes did seem overly melodramatic, even by Rarity’s standards. As Rarity’s mother always said, one catches more flies with honey than with vinegar.
Rarity put on an amorous smile, kissed Rainbow on the cheek, let the touch linger, and said in a voice far more sultry than was strictly necessary, “Dear, somepony needs to begin arranging the ribbons around the outside of town hall, and I’m far too busy with these stars here, and you and your fabulous wings would really be just perfect for the job. Perhaps you could focus your attentions there instead?”
Rainbow Dash blushed ever so slightly. Rarity loved how easily she could make Rainbow become flustered. “Um, are you sure? I can totally keep helping you here.”
Rarity batted her eyelashes attractively. She was overselling it, but she was also tired and in urgent need of a spa visit and some alone time. “I promise you’d be a far greater help to me over with the ribbons.”
“Well, all right. I’ll do that real quick and then I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Of course.”
Rainbow Dash hopped away towards the other side of town hall, sweeping her wing slowly over Rarity’s flanks. She winked at Rarity as she passed.
Rarity suppressed a smile and blush of her own. The coquettish little flirt. Rarity would get her back for that. But in the meantime, she needed to assess the damage. Rarity pulled Dash’s creations out from behind the bush and examined them.
For the sake of time, she should have thrown them out. But for the sake of all that was fashionable and good and aesthetically pleasing in the world, she needed to attone for Rainbow Dash’s paper mache crimes. In the very least, she should reshape them into something recognizable. And reproportion the glitter to appear more flashy and less gaudy (what was it about glitter that made ponies so fond of dumping heaps of the stuff onto their crafts?). And maybe cut off a few of the more malignant of Dash’s mistakes. Which would of course require a second reshaping.
And then she would have to complete all the other party decorations, mostly on her own. Rarity’s headache was growing by the minute.
She promised herself that she would get back to work on the party just as soon as she made Dash’s creations presentable. She quickly fell into a pleasant rhythm of work, significantly more enjoyable without an irate, stubborn, panicking pegasus pony working beside her.
“So, Rarity, I should just blot this here paint on, then?” Applejack asked, almost immediately interrupting Rarity’s first moment of peace and quiet since the yaks’ arrival, and reminding her of her aching head.
Rarity turned around and then shoved a hoof in her mouth to keep herself from shrieking.
Applejack and Fluttershy had spread out their banner over the lawn (using one of Rarity’s best fabrics) and were in the process of defacing it with globbed hoof-fulls of clashing colors.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Rarity scolded, cantering over and gently pushing them away from the delicate banner. “‘Blot’ shouldn’t even be a part of your vocabulary whilst painting a banner!”
“Is ‘dab’ okay?’” Applejack asked, reaching to dip her hoof into another paint bucket.
Rarity pulled the paint bucket away from her woefully artistically misguided farm pony friend. “Not unless you’re making a banner for a foal’s party. This is an official public event, and it requires an official public banner, which requires grace, authority, and a deft touch.”
Applejack reached for another paint bucket, which Rarity also pulled away. Applejack glared at her. “Well which words are allowed to be in the vocabulary, then? How about ‘dollop?’”
“You use paintbrushes, dear.” Rarity looked about their supplies. “Where are your paintbrushes?”
“We didn’t bring any,” Fluttershy said quietly.
Rarity gawked at them. “How is that possible? How could you expect to paint a banner without any paintbrushes?”
Applejack and Fluttershy shrugged.
Rarity sighed. Her headache had become a constant throbbing pain in her sinuses. “It’s no matter. Luckily for us, I know just what to do—”
“Hey, Rarity?” Rainbow Dash called from the other side of the town hall. “I, uh, kind of need your help.”
Rarity sighed again. “Fluttershy, would you be a dear and go see what she needs?”
Rainbow Dash yelled out, sounding panicky, “No! It really needs to just be you, Rarity! And can you come quick?”
“Dear, I’m rather busy at the moment,” Rarity called back. “Can’t it wait just a couple minutes?”
“Rarity, please!”
Rarity looked from the paper mache mistakes she still needed to fix to the nearly-ruined banner to the rest of the undecorated party ground. She really had no time, and was in desperate need of some aspirin, but Rainbow Dash sounded anxious, and an anxious Rainbow Dash fussing around with party supplies was the last thing she needed. “Please don’t touch anything until I’m back,” Rarity said to Applejack and Fluttershy, standing up and walking around the side of the town hall.
Whatever problem her marefriend had run into had better have been positively monumental, or Rarity was going to—
Rarity stopped in place, eyes wide, staring at but not really comprehending the sight before her.
Rainbow Dash hung from the rafters, dangling by at least a dozen ribbons, which were tangled around her body and legs. The ribbons were fixed tight around Dash’s skin and muscles, holding her helpless, exposed, and entirely at Rarity’s mercy. Her legs were pulled apart, presenting Rarity with a full view of every tantalizing inch of Rainbow Dash’s unmentionables. Dash swayed from side to side, squirming feebly.
Rarity’s voice caught in her throat, and her breath went shallow, and she suddenly felt uncomfortably warm.
Rainbow Dash looked at her across her bare chest and stomach and spread legs. “Um, a little help here?”
Rarity shook her head and squashed her unwanted arousal, and trotted up to Dash’s bound figure. “Darling, you are just the worst at times. I can’t believe you would think we have time for something like this right now.”
“What’re you talking about?” Dash asked, jerking to the side in another unsuccessful escape attempt. “It’s not like I did this on purpose.”
“Oh, please. Are you trying to tell me that you not only accidentally tied yourself up, but that you did so in the most appealing manner possible? Your talent for deception is as poor as your sense of timing, though I truly do appreciate the gesture.”
Rainbow Dash stared at her. “What the hay are you talking about?”
“Why play coy?” Rarity asked. “Clearly you noticed what a bad mood I was in and arranged a little private soiree back here to cheer me up. However, this is neither the time nor the place, and we both have ample work to be do and very little time to do it, so could you stop acting silly and go ahead and untie yourself?”
Rainbow still stared at her, but didn’t do anything else.
“Dear, I’ll be more than willing to take you up on this offer later tonight, but right now you’re wasting both my time and your time.”
Dash swayed back and forth in silence for a moment before finally replying, “Are you kidding me right now?”
Rarity started to feel the bite of a headache in her sinuses again. “If anypony is kidding anypony, it is you, and as I’ve already said, we don’t have time for your games.”
“Just because you have some bizarre rope fetish doesn’t mean that—”
“It is not bizarre!” Rarity stamped her hoof, and the pain in her head exploded. “It is perfectly natural for a lady to be allowed to enjoy herself in the bedroom, and if that means tying her marefriend up the bed with ribbon in order to teach her a lesson every now and then, then so be it! And besides, you had it coming last night.”
“For eating a little of your fudge?”
“No, for eating all of my specially ordered super choco peanut butter chocolate chunk fudge without asking. And you never even apologized!”
Rainbow Dash shrugged, but tied up in sparkling multicolored ribbons and dangling from the town hall roof, the gesture looked far more ridiculous than she had probably intended. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter, because I didn’t do this on purpose, and if you would’ve just helped me get untied in the first place instead of fantasizing about me, we would’ve been back to work by now. Oh, and the your specially ordered fudge didn’t even taste good.”
Rarity gasped. She could bear almost any insult, but to attack a lady’s taste in fudge was paramount to attacking her very character, and that Rarity would not tolerate. Rarity pointed her snout up and turned away. “Well, if that’s the attitude you’re going to have, and you really did get tied up by accident, you can stay right where you are. Perhaps you will miraculously accidentally untie yourself, too.” Rarity walked away. “Until then, feel free to special order whatever flavors of fudge you wish. Just know that you’ve had your last taste of mine.”
“Ugh, Rarity!” Dash groaned behind her. “You’re being lame again!”
Rarity walked back around the side of the building to where Applejack and Fluttershy were waiting.
“Is Rainbow Dash all right?” Fluttershy asked, sounding worried.
Rarity smiled and sat down on the grass. “She’ll be fine. She’s just had another of her lapses in proper judgement, is all. I’m sure she will come back to her senses soon.”
Fluttershy and Applejack exchanged a look, which Rarity ignored.
“If you say so,” Applejack said, and then gestured to the banner. “So what are we doin’ with this?”
“The lack of paintbrushes is unfortunate, but an easily overcome obstacle if one has sufficient knowledge of—”
“Rarity!” Dash called again.
Rarity grinned, but stayed put. With a little time to breathe and calm down, the pain in her head began to subside.
“Uh.” Applejack looked between Rarity and direction the voice had come. “I think Rainbow’s callin’ for you again.”
“Oh, I know,” Rarity said, and still stayed put.
“Rarity, come on!” Dash shouted.
“Do you want me to go help her?” Fluttershy asked.
“No,” Rarity answered. “I’m just going to let her wait a moment first.”
Fluttershy looked down and bit her lip. “You two aren’t fighting again, are you?”
Rarity laughed. “Fluttershy, darling, you make it sound so horrid. A little quarreling is healthy for a relationship. Life becomes dull if you don’t manufacture a bit of excitement for yourself from time to time, and you know how easily Rainbow Dash gets bored.”
“Seems like you and her ‘quarrel’ more often than most couples,” Applejack said.
“And I assure you we have quite a bit more fun than most couples do as well.”
Applejack didn’t look convinced. “Is what you two are bickering about now even all that important?”
“Of course it isn’t.” Rarity smiled. “But drama doesn’t have to be important to be enjoyable, and I’m sure you’d both agree that after the day we’ve had, we could all use a bit of fun.”
“Fighting doesn’t seem fun to me,” Fluttershy said, quietly.
“I’m with ‘Shy on this one,” Applejack said. “I don’t mean any offense, but if Rainbow Dash were my marefriend and she ruffled my feathers as often as she does yours, I think I would’ve shown her the door by now.”
“And there is a reason you two aren’t marefriends, for both your sakes, I’m sure,” Rarity said with a wink. “What you don’t understand is that while some relationships flourish in stability and familiarity, others thrive on excitement and stagecraft and spontaneity, on going to sleep at night and knowing that you won’t ever be able to predict what your partner is going to do when you wake up in the morning. Rainbow Dash and I are very much of the latter.”
“Rarity, please!” Dash called again, and this time Rarity heard just the right hint of desperation in her voice.
Rarity stood back up and dusted herself off. “We’ll have to continue this conversation later, because I believe I just heard my marefriend calling for me, and, dear me, it does sound urgent.”
Applejack rolled her eyes and chuckled under her breath. “You two act crazier than a pair of retired coal mine canaries. Just try and hurry up. I don’t wanna find out what those yaks’ll do if we don’t have this party ready for ’em in time.”
“I’ll be back shortly,” Rarity said, and went back to where she had left Rainbow Dash..
Dash was in the same position as before, though, as impossible as it seemed, it appeared she had somehow tangled herself in even more ribbons. And it seemed her wriggling escape attempts had caused the tangles to tighten. The ribbons bit into her skin and spread her legs wide.
“Finally!” Dash cried, glaring at her. “What took you so long?”
Rarity stopped in her tracks and looked coolly at her trapped marefriend. “Well, I had thought by now you would have corrected your attitude. But if you would prefer to keep acting like a petulant child, perhaps you can stay in timeout for a while longer. Call for me again when you’ve had a change of heart.” She started to turn away, trying to keep from smiling, headache nearly forgotten.
“Wait!” Dash yelled, and wriggled about, but only succeeded in swinging in place. “Whatever, I’m sorry! Please just help me get down.”
“That’s better, I suppose.” Rarity trotted up beside Dash. Rainbow hung suspended just a bit lower than her, belly-up and bound in a position not at all unfamiliar to either of them. Rainbow was tied tight, and standing over her, Rarity felt a rush of adrenaline. Rarity could do anything to her she wanted. She looked around. Applejack and Fluttershy were still on the other side of the building, and a nearby copse of of bushes mostly shielded them from anyone who might have been passing by in the street. Perhaps if they were quick…
“You didn’t tell Applejack and Fluttershy that I accidentally got myself tied up, right?” Dash asked suddenly.
“I wouldn’t dare,” Rarity said.
Dash visibly relaxed. “Good.”
Rarity smiled. She loved seeing those few short moments when her marefriend let her facade slip and showed how vulnerable she could be. It made Rarity want to… well, it made her want to do things that would have been entirely inappropriate in this setting. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t still have a little more fun before letting Dash go.
Her smile turned into a smirk, and she leered down at Dash. “I can help you, but first you have to promise me that you will act like a good little pegasus pony for me.”
Rainbow Dash scowled and looked away from her. “Yeah, whatever.”
“Then say it.”
“Say what?
Rarity fought to keep the amusement out of her voice. “Say that you’re going to be a good little pegasus pony for me.”
Rainbow deadpanned. “Are you serious?”
“I don’t know,” Rarity said, coyly. “Are you serious about me helping you get free?”
Rainbow groaned, her face turning pink, and mumbled as quickly and as quietly as she could, “I’m going to be a good little pegasus pony for you.”
Rarity grinned and leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “I know you are. Now while I figure out how to untie you, I believe I am owed an apology.”
“I’m sorry I ate your stupid fudge without asking,” Dash grumbled.
Rarity kneeled down and examined the ribbons. She ran her hoof along them. They were smooth and tight. “And?”
“And it wasn’t stupid and was actually really good.”
“And?” Rarity asked. The ribbons were like silky spiderwebs around Dash’s body, or like a gaudy tight-fitting lingerie. Her chest and stomach were bare, but the ribbons wrapped in circles around her abdomen and thighs and legs, leaving her helplessly exposed while still covering just enough for Rarity to desire to discover what was underneath. Rainbow looked like an early Hearth’s Warming present that fate itself had wrapped just for Rarity. She tried to keep her breathing steady and stay focused.
She looked around again. Still no pony around, besides Applejack and Fluttershy, who were out of sight. Most ponies had been scared off by the yaks’ temper tantrums and locked themselves inside for the afternoon. She and Dash had almost total privacy.
“And, uh.” Rainbow glanced at her, brow furrowed. “You have great taste in fudge, I guess?”
“What else?” Rarity pulled on one of the ribbons, and Rainbow squeaked. Rarity nearly melted at the sound. It was unfair how utterly adorable Rainbow Dash could be, how flustered she could make Rarity feel without even trying. Rainbow really deserved to be taught a lesson for that. And after the morning she’d had, Rarity really deserved a bit of fun.
“I don’t know, what do you want me to—Hey!”
Rarity, overcome with a sudden impulse, bit down on Dash’s bare thigh, between the ribbons. Close up, Rainbow smelled like rainclouds and sweat and Rarity’s own shampoo.
“What the hay? Did you just bite me?”
Rarity moved up swiftly and kissed Rainbow on the lips. The bound pegasus stiffened in surprise, and then quickly relaxed and returned the kiss. Rainbow Dash, like always, felt coarse and rash and yielding and perfect.
Rarity pulled back, but only just barely.
“What are you doing?” Dash asked, breathing heavily underneath her, her eyes confused and excited.
They were so close Rarity could feel Dash’s breath on her chin, so close their lips were still nearly touching. “You told me a moment ago that you thought my ‘rope fetish’ was bizarre.”
“Yeah, because it is—”
Rarity slipped a hoof down the pegasus’s stomach and between her legs and then rested it there, and Rainbow Dash shut up.
“No, darling,” Rarity said, firmly, and pressed her hoof against the inside of Dash’s leg. Dash trembled beneath her, and the ribbons overhead shook. “You absolutely adore when I tie you up. In fact, you like it so much that you can hardly control yourself right now.” Rarity began to stroke her hoof up and down, and Dash’s skin felt hot and moist. Rainbow closed her eyes and moaned ever so quietly under her breath, and Rarity grinned. “You like it so much that you want nothing more than for me to rut you right here, and you don’t even care who sees.”
Rainbow Dash bit her lip. “Yeah… wait!” Dash’s eyes opened wide. “Here?”
Rarity kissed her neck. “Here.”
“But aren’t Applejack and Fluttershy right over there?”
“I guess you’ll just have to try keeping quiet for once.” Rarity pressed her hoof more firmly between Dash’s legs. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”
Dash squeaked. “But anypony could see us.”
“We could stop, if you’d prefer,” Rarity said, and bit down on the tender flesh of Dash’s neck just hard enough to hurt, and then suckled softly, still stroking her hoof slowly up and down.
“Ugh… just…” Dash moaned again, louder than before, then abruptly cut it off. “You’re so good at that. Just… don’t stop.”
Rarity didn’t.
She kissed Rainbow on the mouth, long and deep, and Rainbow tasted of toothpaste and the wildflowers that grew alongside Ponyville’s streets. She felt Rainbow’s hot moist breath on her lips and her neck. Rarity pulled back and kissed her on the cheek, on the forehead, on the nose, on her chest. Rainbow Dash was bound and helpless, and Rarity wanted to kiss her everywhere, touch her everywhere, because she could. Rainbow Dash was powerless and Rarity was all-powerful, and she could touch Rainbow anywhere she liked, anywhere at all, and Rainbow couldn’t do anything but moan and mewl and beg for more.
Rarity loved it, delighted in the sense of control. She slipped her hoof around the hard nub between Dash’s legs, not quite touching, but pressing near enough to be felt.
Rainbow whimpered, and that was what made it truly perfect. It wasn’t enough simply to be in control, but that Rainbow didn’t resist, didn’t fight. Rainbow gave herself to Rarity wholly and truly, and that was what Rarity loved. She didn’t take control, the reigns were given to her. It was a gift Rainbow never gave anyone but her, and Rarity adored her for it.
While Rainbow squirmed and wriggled beneath her, Rarity looked up at the ribbons shaking above them, and a wicked thought crossed her mind. She grabbed one of the ribbons in her magic and jerked it down.
A ribbon around Dash’s abdomen constricted.
Rainbow gasped, and Rarity quickly let go of the ribbon and let it go slack again. Rainbow breathed hard and her chest heaved.
Rarity kissed her gently. “That didn’t hurt too much, did it?”
Eyes lidded, wings trembling, between shallow panting breaths, Dash said, “Do it harder.”
In that moment, Rarity was certain she had never loved the brazen, stubborn pegasus more. She laughed and gripped the ribbon again and pulled with all her might.
Rainbow’s whole body heaved, and she gasped again.
Rarity pushed her hoof back between Dash’s spread legs and stroked, and Rainbow thrusted against her as well as she could. Rarity pulled the ribbon again, and Rainbow moaned loudly.
“Shh!” Rarity pressed a hoof to Dash’s lips. “Quiet, dear, quiet. Or do you want to traumatize poor Fluttershy over there?”
“Okay,” Dash breathed, quieting herself. “All right.”
“And you’re sure you’re okay?” Rarity asked, eyeing the spot where the ribbon had tightened. Rainbow’s skin looked like it might have been bruising.
“I thought you said you were gonna rut me.” Dash stuck out her tongue. “Since when are you such a wimp?”
Rainbow flashed her that familiar grin, and, gods, Rarity loved her so much. Rarity gripped two more ribbons in her magic and yanked down so hard she nearly tore them in half, and wiped that stupid cocky smile off Dash’s face. Rainbow Dash shrieked and breathed heavily.
Rarity leaned down next to Dash’s ear, grabbed three more ribbons, and whispered, “So you want me to rut you, do you?”
She didn’t wait for Dash to respond. Still holding the ribbons, she sent another tendril of magic down along Dash’s neck, her chest, her stomach, and between her legs. And just as she slipped inside her marefriend, she jerked the ribbons.
Rainbow gasped again, but even that was quickly cut off as Rarity pushed her magic deep inside.
Rarity could have done anything with her magic, formed it any size or shape she wanted. She could have been gentle and slow, tender and loving. But Rainbow Dash had asked to be rutted, and as a good business mare, Rarity knew to follow the service industry’s Golden Rule. The customer is always right.
Rarity eased inside and then expanded her magic. She expanded until Dash probably felt more full than she ever had in her life. Rarity stuffed her, filled her. Rarity touched every part of her, inside and out, and Dash whimpered.
When Rarity couldn’t fill her anymore, she paused just long enough for Rainbow to realize what Rarity was going to do to her but not long enough for her to prepare for it. And then Rarity thrusted inwards.
There was no gentleness now, no restraint. Rarity’s magic may not have been as powerful as some unicorns, but she was much more than simply proficient. She focused it all, all her years of experience, all her practice, every spark of magic in her body on fucking Rainbow Dash absolutely senseless. She slammed in, hard, mercilessly, pulled out an inch and then slammed in again.
Rainbow’s whole body swayed and trembled in the air with every thrust. She clamped her mouth shut in a desperate and swiftly losing battle to muffle her own cries, already so loud that Rarity was certain any passerby would have known exactly what was happening and to whom. But Rarity was long past the point of caring.
A touch with magic was so much more intimate than a physical touch. Rarity could feel everything in Rainbow Dash, all the heat and the moisture, every minute contraction of a muscle, every moan vibrating up her throat, every budding drop of sweat on her skin, and even the unbearable pressure building in Dash’s body. Rarity could feel everything Rainbow felt, could do anything, held an intoxicating reign over Rainbow’s whole body, and Rarity loved her more than anything.
Not letting up for a second and not wanting to divert any of her magic away from between Dash’s legs, Rarity reached up and grabbed a hoof-ful of ribbons, and yanked hard.
Rainbow cried out, and quickly muffled the sound. Rarity grabbed another and pulled again, and this time Rainbow Dash managed to keep quiet, if only barely. It became something of a game. How long could Rainbow control herself? How far could Rarity push her before Rainbow outed them both?
Rarity pulled at one ribbon and then another. Never the same one twice, no rhyme or pattern to which was chosen, always pulling with all her weight. Sometimes a red ribbon around Dash’s thighs, sometimes one of the blue ones near her hooves, sometimes the purple right by her sex. Sometimes Rarity waited a long while between pulls, and through the magic she felt Rainbow’s terrible creeping anticipation. Then Rarity pulled and through the magic she felt inside herself the biting pain of the ribbons, and the foggy haze of lust in Dash’s head, Rarity’s own magic stuffing her to the brim, and the bindings on her legs keeping Dash pinned and weak.
Finally Rarity felt the pressure in Dash’s body build until it couldn’t grow anymore. A moment more and it would break, and Rainbow Dash would lose herself in blissful release.
And that was when Rarity stopped. She let go of all the ribbons and stepped away. She didn’t pull out, but let her magic simply dissipate, so all Rainbow’s sensation and feeling turned to nothing.
“Wha…?” Rainbow stammered, blinking at her, sweat dripping down her face and into her eyes, legs shivering. “I’m so close.”
Rarity tsk, tsk, tsked and wiped the sweat and hair out of her marefriend’s eyes. “Darling, you are just terrible. Don’t you ever think of anypony else? It’s Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash all the time. Just what are we ever going to do with you?” Rarity grinned. “Ah, you know, I think I have just the thing!”
Swiftly, before Rainbow could react (not that she could have done anything to stop it anyway), Rarity swept a leg over Rainbow’s head. Rarity stood over top of her and tucked Rainbow’s muzzle between her legs and said, “How about this, you can finish when I finish.”
“You know, this is blackmail,” Dash said, voice muffled.
“As if you even care,” Rarity said, and then she pressed her pelvis firmly down against Dash’s face to ensure any further protests would go to the right place. She straddled Rainbow’s whole body and leaned down so her mouth hovered just over Dash’s sex, made sure her breath was warm and heavy, and said, “No telling how much time we have left before someone comes to see what’s become of us, so, dear, if I were you, I’d work fast.”
Of course, Rarity knew, Rainbow Dash did everything fast.
Rainbow went to work instantly. Her tongue was warm and wet and slippery on Rarity’s burning folds. Rarity felt Rainbow’s shallow breaths, lips, tongue, even the short hairs of her muzzle against her. Rarity gripped Rainbow’s abdomen for support, arched her neck, let her tongue loll out of her mouth. She dripped into Dash’s mouth, down her chin and neck, into her mane, and Rainbow sucked and slurped and lapped.
Rainbow’s own sex was presented before Rarity, bare and vulnerable to Rarity’s hooves and mouth and magic, and Rarity worked with all three. Rarity reciprocated every sensation, every motion, every moan. She licked pulled Dash open wide with her hooves, licked along the edge with her tongue, just barely pressed in with her magic. When Rainbow slowed down, so did she. And when Rainbow sped up again, Rarity kept pace. They lost themselves in each other.
“You two all right over there?” Applejack’s voice cut into Rarity’s bubble of perceived privacy, brought the real world crashing down on her.
It was the most amazing thing.
Rarity didn’t care in the slightest.
“Just fine, thank you!” she called back, her voice tremoring.
“Do you need any help?” Fluttershy asked, and at the sound of her voice Rainbow slowed nearly to stopping.
“No, no, no. I promise you, we can manage this one on our own,” Rarity told Fluttershy, and then whispered harshly down to the pony trapped beneath her, “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Without hesitation, Rainbow began working again, even more vigorously than before.
Rarity had tied up Rainbow Dash plenty of times. It was really something of an old hat by now. But outside, with her friends right around the corner? Applejack and Fluttershy could trot over and catch them at any moment, and Rarity was talking to them while feeling Rainbow’s thick, athletic tongue inside her—it was too much.
“Enough of this. I’m comin’ over there,” Applejack declared, and Rarity heard hoofsteps.
“Absolutely not!” Rarity cried, and stuffed a hoof into her mouth to hold in a scream, because Rainbow still hadn’t stopped. “We—we’re—we’re fine, really! Just give us a moment!”
Rarity thought she heard some peevish grumbling from around the corner, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t think of anything beyond the wonderful feelings Rainbow’s tongue was working inside of her.
It wasn’t so much what Rainbow Dash was doing. Rarity would never tell her so, but Rainbow wasn’t particularly good at all this. What was so intoxicating, so overwhelming, so perfect, was that when Rarity told Rainbow Dash to lick, Rainbow licked. Rainbow put her whole heart and soul into it, was totally and utterly devoted to her, if only for these few moments. And when Rarity told her not to stop, Rainbow didn’t stop. And when Rarity told her to come, Rainbow would come.
Rarity loved her so much, loved her, loved her, loved her, and something inside her broke and everywhere inside and out she tightened and her mind was bliss and fog. At the very moment of orgasm, Rarity dove down in between Dash’s legs and licked and suckled and touched everywhere and everything at once, and Rainbow tensed underneath her, and Rarity knew Rainbow Dash was coming too.
In the next moment, they both went limp together, panting and sweating. They swung in the ribbons together.
It was all so pleasant and relaxing that Rarity nearly fell asleep.
But she eventually opened her eyes and saw a little lavender dot in the sky, swiftly growing larger.
“That’ll be Twilight,” Rarity said, groggily, standing up and stepping off of Dash. “She’s all wound up over something or another, I’m sure.”
Rainbow grunted, eyes half-closed.
Rarity kissed her on the cheek. “You are so beautiful,” she said.
Rainbow didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to.
Rarity stretched and yawned, feeling both sleepy and refreshed. All traces of the headache and stress and tension from before were gone. “I suppose I’d better get back to Applejack and Fluttershy before Twilight gets here, or they’ll throw a fit.”
“Hey,” Dash said, sounding a little anxious again. “You never untied me.”
“In just a moment,” Rarity said. “I promise. I need to lie down for a moment. My legs feel like jelly.”
“Whatever.” Dash started wriggling. “I can get myself out.”
“Of course you can dear,” Rarity said, and then walked back around the corner and stumbled past Applejack and Fluttershy, who watched her, wide-eyed.
“What happened to you?” Applejack asked.
Fluttershy frowned. “Are you all right?”
“Fine, fine.” Rarity reached the pile of Rainbow’s mangled paper mache… things. They didn’t seem nearly as important anymore. What had Rarity been so upset about? “Just a little tired.”
Applejack and Fluttershy exchanged a knowing glance, which Rarity ignored again.
“Where’s Rainbow Dash?”
“Oh, still stuck.”
“Uh, stuck in what?”
Rarity flopped down on the cool grass. It felt lovely. “Does it matter? She’s fine, I assure you. I’ve seen to that.”
“You still gonna help us with this banner?”
“Do whatever you feel is best,” Rarity said, halfway through a yawn.
“What if the yaks don’t like it?”
Rarity waved a dismissive hoof over her head. “Who cares about the yaks?” She giggled. “Yaks, what a preposterous name.”
She heard a fluttering of wings a little later and then Twilight squawking about something, and then her friends squawk something back, and even Rainbow Dash’s signature squawk chimed in at one point. Rarity smiled to herself. It all seemed so very silly now.
