Dragon Hunting

“Why won't you work with me!”, Rarity growled at the inanimate object. She smacked the machine, bringing it back to life before shortly dying again. Rarity intently stared at her sewing machine, as if she can scare it back to life. A few minutes pass, she was fed up with it mocking her. Grabbing it and ripping the cord out of the outlet, she dropped it on the ground, right next to her desk. She slumped in her chair, rubbing her temples.

Dumb Machine.

Rarity was currently in her ‘visionary room’ (or whatever it as called) TRYING to repair Rainbow Dash’s shorts that were ripped (again). She grabbed a thread and needle to repair it by hand. She hummed to herself while sewing the long rip that runs up the side of the left leg.

Finishing up the patch, she placed her needle and thread back into its rightful compartment in the left drawer of her desk. Leaving everything else there, she pushed her chair back and stood up to stretch. After a very unladylike yawn, she stared out the open window, feeling the summer breeze on her face.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

“Hmm?”

It took Rarity a second to realize that someone was knocking on the door to Carousel Boutique. She power-walked to her bathroom to make sure her hair was still perfect (it is) and that her make-up was flawless (it was). Happy with herself, she straightened out her white, puffy, blouse and made sure her black tights did not have any snags in them. Briskly walking down the stairs, the only noise being the ‘clickty-clack’ of her boots with short heels that hugs her legs, about halfway up the calf.

Opening the door with her left hand, she held onto while placing her right hand on her right hip as she sticks it out, “Welcome to Carousel Boutique! Where everything is unique, chic...and uh…please come in!”, She blushed heavily, embarrassed over forgetting her usual line to welcome ponies to the store.

“pfffft, hahaha!”

Rarity looked at a laughing Rainbow Dash, “Don't laugh at me, that it incredibly rude!”

Rainbow Dash mimicked Rarity’s pose and put on a haughty voice, “Oh my my Rarity, ‘tis positively dreadful that one such as yourself could ever forget to-HAHAHAHA!”, She doubled over laughing, “I can't even do it…”

Rarity crossed her arms and gave Rainbow a hard stare as she wiped her tears away, “Are you done?”

Rainbow smiled, “Why yes, darling”, she said while maintaining the haughty voice.

Rarity stood to the side, “Your shorts are upstairs, you can get them yourself.”

“Fine, fine…”, Dashie ran inside and up the stairs, prompting Rarity to close the door and follow her. She took notice that Rainbow was wearing a black, sleeveless t-shirt and a dirty gray hoodie wrapped around her waist.

Once Rarity was in the room with Rainbow, she asked “May I ask why you are wearing that dreadful hoodie?”

“Oh, this thing? It's my pants.” Rainbow then untied the hoodie, letting it drop to floor and revealing a pair of white panties. She then faced away from Rarity and leaned over the desk to grab her shorts.

Rarity couldn't help but stare as her friends derriere. Her brain was scrambling for a revenge prank until a light bulb went off. Oh, this is just perfect, Rarity thought to herself. She cleared her throat and said, “Oh darling! What a cute, little butt you have!”

Rainbow swung her head around, shocked by Rarity’s comment. She was ready to yell at her friend for calling anything about her ‘cute’, instead she had a better idea. Resting her forearms on the desk, she stuck her back-end further out and looked Rarity in the eyes. “You like what you see?”, she said as she shook her hips left and right, “You can grope me if you want~”.

Rarity scrunched her face, “Rainbow Dash, seriously, must you always take it so far!?”

Rainbow Dash took her arms of the desk, “you started it, and I finished it.” She started to scoot back, making sure to keep her ass pointed at Rarity. “Don't be shy~”.

Rarity internally poured, slightly upset over her revenge prank backfiring horribly.
“Rainbow Dash, stop this at once!”

“Lol, no”.

Rarity cringed at hearing ‘lol’ spoken out loud. She began backing up to keep her distance from Rainbow Dash’s behind. She was eventually pressed against the wall with Rainbow Dash’s firm, booty inches away.

“Rainbow, I swear to Celestia, stop right now.”

“Nah.”

“Ok darling….have it your way…”

“Ooh, what are you gonn-”, before Rainbow could finish taunting her, Rarity raised her right hand and brought it down on Rainbow’s right ass cheek, creating a loud smack.

“H-HEY!”

Before Rainbow Dash could react, Rarity smacked her left ass cheek this time, even harder than before, “Don’t test me Rainbow Dash!”

Her limbs finally listening to her brain, Rainbow quickly turned around, facing Rarity. “Alright, aright! I'm sorry!”, she yelled out while rubbing the red handprints on her butt.

“Thank you, darling.”

Rainbow Dash grimaced as she picked her shorts off the desk and finally put them back on, “sweet Celestia, Rarity, you kinky mare”.

Rarity smirked, “you started it, and I finished it.”

Rainbow rolled her eyes, “oh ha ha…”, she walked out of the room, flared her wings, and dived off the staircase, over every step in one leap, “Thanks for fixing my shorts, getting my ass slapped was fun!”, She yelled out as she headed for the front door.

Choosing to ignore that last comment, Rarity quickly yelled out, “Rainbow, wait!”

Taking her hand away from the doorknob, Rainbow turned to look at Rarity and smiled, “what? You want to spank me again?”

“Rainbow, please be a dear and shut up for five seconds. Have you talked to Spike recently?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I was just wondering if he has….talked about me?”

Rainbow Dash sighed, “No….I’m sorry but you know why…”

Of course she knew why. How she always ignored his advances when he was younger, never taking him seriously. Now, recently, he went through a rapid development of growth and maturity. Granted, he can still be childish at times but he has shown remarkable signs of being mature. While he may be a teenager in dragon years, he is technically an adult in pony years. He still lives with Twilight but he has already taken up a job at Sweet Apple Acres.

Rarity felt almost heartbroken, Spike doesn't show much interest in her anymore and started pursuing other mares, even her friends. Not that she can't blame him, they are very attractive and she would much prefer one of her friends dating Spike, if it was not her, instead of some harlot.

“Rarity, you should probably talk to Spike. Keeping this bottled up won't do you any good.”

“I know….”, Rarity smiled, “thank you, Rainbow Dash”.

Rainbow Dash opened the front door, “anytime Rares, see ya later!”, she left the building, closing the door behind her with a soft ‘click’.

Rarity sighed and rubbed her temples. Soothing her headache a bit, she charged up her horn to magically locked the front door and closed the curtains, plunging the room into darkness. She spun on her heel to head straight back into her room. Quickly throwing her clothes off and folding them on her desk, she sat on her bed, wearing only a matching pair of black, lacy bra and panties. She untied her boots and pulled them off, letting them lay on the floor. Pulling her socks off, she laid down to pull the comforter over herself to take a well-deserved nap.

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Rarity opened her eyes and turned around to look at the clock on her bedside table.

47 minutes!?

She layed on her back, wondering why she can't sleep….well that was a lie, she knew why she can't sleep…

Contemplating over her next course of action, she eventually thought to herself, Well, I think I do deserve this…

Smiling, she sat up and unhooked her bra. Freeing her modest breasts, just slightly smaller than a C-Cup, she shimmied the panties down her legs and placed both articles of clothing on the edge of the bed. Kicking the comforter off of her and laying back down, she placed both on her hands on her breasts and gave them a moderate squeeze.

Closing her eyes, she imagined Spike playing with her. Pinching her nipples, she let out a low moan, “ooooh Spike…”. She kept fondling her boobs, alternating between squeezing them and playing with her nipples.

Removing her right hand, she went straight to her marehood and started to lightly trace the folds of her lower lips. The stimulation already caused her juices to start flowing freely.

In her mind, Spike had her pinned to the bed as he groped her breast and teased her marehood. Rarity started to slowly insert two fingers into her pussy, up to the knuckles as she twisted her nipple with her other hand.

Making sure to take her time, she slowly fingered herself as her pussy became more slick, “Ooh Spike, make me yours….make me cum like the dirty mare I am….”, she lightly said to herself.

Panting heavily, she sped up her fingering session while using her thumb to rub her clit. Giving the bundle of nerves extra attention, she began to groan to herself. She threw her head back, sweating profusely and coating her bed in her juices. Moaning even louder than before, she rapidly fingered herself, pumping her pussy raw.

“AUGH~”, She felt herself on the verge of orgasm. She pretended that Spike was the one with his hands in her, whispering dirty things into her ears and he molested her. With that image in mind, she involuntarily bucked her hips as she went over the edge, squirting her special nectar across the bed. Her tongue hanging out, she kept bucking into her hand as she rode the climax out.

“Ooooooh, yeeessss….”

She slowly pulled her hand out of her private garden and brought her hand to her face. Pretending that Spike told her to, she slowly licked her juices off her hand.

“Yes Spike, my pussy is very delicious”, she moaned out to her invisible lover.

Once her hand was clean, she shakily grabbed her comforter and pulled it over her body. Rolling to her side, she got comfortable as sleep began to overtake her. The last thought that ran through her mind was the embarrassment over just how ‘un-ladylike’ she was, despite the fact that she was alone.

As she slept, she dreamed of Spike spooning her as he held tightly onto her, stroking her mane and telling her just how much he loves her.