Author's Note

Ahh, you are after a certain taboo. Well, I think this may suit your particular taste...

CONTAINS:
•Foalcon
•Incest: Rarity and Sweetie Belle
•Female on female
•Consensual

Good Sense [RariBelle, Foalcon, Incest, F/F]

A few squirts of juice filled Rarity’s mouth. She released a pleased moan and reached further with her tongue, seeking a way to get more. The liquid was sweet, thick, and very addicting. Each time she got some, she was also treated to an aroma that she couldn’t quite name. It was enough to make her close her eyes as she enjoyed her lecherous act.

Beneath her, she could feel the warm and twitching mess that she was sucking dry. Gasps of pleasure - no less addicting than the juice - filled her ears. A stray hoof rubbed at her mane and along her horn, causing an excited jolt to run up her spine. The touch wasn't that pleasurable; she didn't have a very sensitive horn. But even she couldn't deny the thrill of it. It was a promise of things to come.

Rarity released a breath through her nostrils. The air brushed along a little pink nub, causing the pony beneath to shudder and squeal. Grinning, Rarity blew again, earning a second cry of delight and more mane-rubbing besides. Even more thick juice leaked out for her, gathering on her tongue. Rarity swallowed it and went deeper.

The pony she was servicing was shaking even harder. Her body inched along the sheets, pushed as she was by Rarity’s quest for more of her, until her head began to pass beyond the edge of the bed they were sharing. She let it fall over, the sensation of seeing the world upside-down doing wonders for her pleasure. For now, she wasn’t anywhere she could describe. She could only feel, and it made her moan even louder.

Rarity paused, pulled back for a breath, then clamped her mouth over the juicy flower again. Her tongue slowed down from its previous pace. Instead, she dragged it along the pink walls of her partner, getting to know each texture. The body beneath her continued to fidget, and when she dragged her tongue along the top of the tunnel, the body lurched upward. A gleeful shriek gave way to giggling. Her little plaything was ticklish tonight.

It made Rarity crave even more. Pausing for another breath (and releasing it onto the nub to great effect), she slowly pushed her tongue inside once more, retracing her path along the top. She was only a couple seconds into her search before she found the spot that made the pony squirm. She pressed as hard as she could, covering her snout in leaking fluids in the process. Determined, she ran the very tip of her tongue along the spot.

The effect was immediate. More lurching and more pleased laughing. And yet she didn’t let up. The laughing gave way to even louder moans and stronger spasms, both of which made the juices she swallowed taste even sweeter. She continued the assault, methodically bringing her partner higher and higher, until finally she felt a pair of legs clamp around her head and the tunnel begin to flex. The loudest scream of the night filled her ears, and it was glorious.

Suddenly, there was more juice than Rarity could handle. Unable to pull away, she retracted her tongue just enough to catch as much of the fluid as she could. She lapped it up like it was the last source of water on the planet, swallowing every available drop before immediately searching for more. And she got more, one twitch at a time, for several incredible moments. All the while, the pleased pony beneath her let out a constant stream of gasps and moans and spasms.

Eventually, the legs relaxed. Rarity came up for air, making sure to get a good, long whiff of that intoxicating aroma. There was something new to it now, something electric, though that might have just been the knowledge of what she had done. Rarity ran the flat of her tongue along the outside of her new favorite treat, catching the remnants of her partner’s unclaimed juice. It was even thicker now, and stuck to the roof of her mouth. All the better; this way Rarity could enjoy the taste long afterwards.

The lack of air while she was indulging had left stars spinning across her vision. Little bright spots lazily flew along the length of her partner's little body. Following one such spark while the rest faded, she inched upward, tracing her partner’s body with her tongue until she reached the puffy mounds a little farther along. She gently licked and kissed one, earning soft coo’s and breathy gasps. Rarity could hear the smile that the pony wore in those gasps. She gave one mound a lot of attention before moving to the other, showering it with similar adoration. No doubt, this was one session that would be felt for a good while. Her lover would need time to come down.

Barely a minute later, between alternating licks and amid quieting moans, Rarity opened her eyes. She followed the form of her partner’s body up to the neck, slender and pale and a known weak point. Pulling up from the puffy mounds, Rarity slowly crawled up the short distance to her bedmate’s neckline, kissing and sucking there instead. She felt a foreleg wrap around her shoulders in a loving embrace.

Rarity felt her own burning need grow stronger. Doing her best to ignore it, she firmly bit her partner at the top of her neck. She sucked hard and long, and when she pulled off there was a very red mark that clashed with the pale coat. Rarity smirked. It was good that there was enough of her lover’s mane to cover it up. Neither of them wanted something like this getting out in public.

No, this activity was reserved for behind closed doors. She leaned back in to lick the mark.

Rarity heard a heavy sigh next to her. “Hey,” a soft voice said, “help me back up.”

With a smile, Rarity pushed herself back. She pulled her partner along, helping her to get into a better spot on the bed. Rarity got a good look at her face in the process: there was a massive blush on the pony’s cheeks, though that could easily have been due to the blood rushing to her head. Rarity liked to think otherwise.

“Had fun?” she asked her bedfellow.

The pony only nodded. She wore a goofy grin and couldn’t hold back another satisfied sigh.

“See, darling? Didn’t I say you didn’t need magic for this?”

Another nod. “I never said you were wrong.”

“Yes, well...I hope I proved my point.” With a giggle, Rarity leaned in and kissed her partner, stealing a moan before it ever got out. She felt a tongue press against her own. The two stayed like that for a moment, until finally Rarity couldn’t ignore her own desire any longer. She pulled away, leaving the pony beneath her open-mouthed and breathless. “Care to prove yours?”

Sweetie Belle didn't reply, but the dance of excitement in her eyes was enough of an answer. With meticulous movements and another rush of ecstasy, Rarity pulled her body along until it was in just the right position for her sister to make good on her promise.