Her Collar, Her Love

Rarity’s body throbbed anew with each of her heartbeats, her breath shortened to quick in and outs that sharply punctuated her growing need. With a will, she steeled her nerves and held out a quivering hoof. “Come, dearest,” she murmured.

Fluttershy’s wings were spread so wide, the trembling tips of her primary feathers fully extended, her culverts fluffing like she were about to preen. With a shaky exhalation, she placed her hoof in Rarity’s, and allowed the other mare to lead her into the center of the bedroom, the ballroom for their dance.

Rarity circled around to face her new pet, drawing confidence from familiar aesthetic examination. Her azure eyes pierced deep into Fluttershy’s cyan, their shades of blue brightened with shared excitement. At that moment, that connection, Rarity almost lost her composure. Almost leapt upon those sweet lips for the abandon of their kiss.

The unicorn furrowed her brow regally and drew her shoulders back in an attempt to center herself, the need tingling through her like discharged magic. Ah, but it was a kind of magic, was it not?

Calm, Rarity. Remember decorum. There are still issues to clarify. Remember what D advised… Safety.

“Fluttershy, I want nothing more than to take the plunge with you… But I feel it would be unwise to move forward without establishing some safety measures.” The fashionista kept her voice as level as she could. Tartarus take her heart, if only it would settle!

Fluttershy’s gaze grew, and she gave a tiny nod. “Gosh! You’re right, Rarity. I’m sorry that it slipped my mind.” She smiled bashfully, and Rarity's wild heart leapt once again. “I got swept up in the moment.”

Rarity nuzzled her again, nostrils flaring lightly at the delicate scent of her partner. “As did I, my pet. As did I.” The pegasus’ cheeks colored at being addressed in such a way, her wings giving a little flap that stirred the fashionista's primped mane. Rarity giggled as she pulled her muzzle back but met Fluttershy's eyes squarely, the better to draw them both further in. “We are addressing the matter now. Do you perhaps have something in mind for a safeword?”

Fluttershy puckered her lips in adorable reflection as her eyes drifted up. “Mmm…” Her gaze narrowed with apprehension as her wings relaxed-- somewhat-- at her sides. “Cotton?”

“Cotton,” Rarity said with an approving nod. “An excellent choice. I use the fabric sparingly myself. It’s so mundane!” At her partner’s blank look, the unicorn coughed awkwardly and added, “Er, not that… that should matter right this second. of course,” She gestured at Fluttershy’s collar and faint pink heated her cheeks. “It’s true that I have fastened your collar, but would you prefer to have some other way of signifying the start of a scene? I feel I might need an additional signal myself, just to be certain.”

Fluttershy gently touched her collar, her eyes blinking slowly as she gazed with adoration at her new accessory. “I’d very much like to wear this as much as possible, even outside of a scene. If… if that’s all right?” Her wings stirred on her slim back, feathers stiffening anew, as she said breathlessly, “It’s so pretty. Also, i-if we’re serious about doing simple things in front of others… t-to start...”

Rarity fidgeted with gloriously torturous anticipation as she felt the warmth of her body pool into the pit of her stomach...

And form pearl-like resolve. “Yes,” she murmured in a velvety voice and speaking as much to herself as Fluttershy. “If you wish to wear it at all times, I should very much like that, darling.” She took another calming breath.

Just a little more, Rarity. Maintain your poise, lest we make a mess of things!

“What signal would you like to give to illustrate your readiness to me, dear Fluttershy?” Rarity asked, deflecting slightly for the moment.

Fluttershy’s eyes drifted up again in thought. Then she said delicately, “I-I could turn once on the spot, p-put my hooves-- er, I mean-- paws up, and… meow?” She let her forelock slip forward over hoping eyes and asked, “What signal would you like to give, Rarity?”

Rarity didn’t hesitate. Among her other preparations earlier that evening, this had been one other moment for which she had taken the most care. Indeed, the answer had been there even before this morning, for the information she had been absorbing in the recent days had sparked the most fantastic, most delectable of ideas in the unicorn’s mind. One that had stayed with her was the strange parallels she could detect between this new underground world and aristocratic society…

Fluttershy blinked with wonder as she beheld the white folding fan that Rarity levitated toward them. With her magic, she snapped the item open, revealing its full silky spread. Almost as though planned, the snap caused Fluttershy to start and stiffen, coming swiftly to attention.

The fashionista could feel her lips curl up with even further delight at the brilliant fascination that lit up the other mare’s lovely face.

Tender laughter lined her words as she said, “When I open this fan and curtsy, you will know I am ready. When I do so again, you will know that I am calling an end to a scene.” She closed the fan with a sharp snap, again achieving Fluttershy's attention most gratifyingly. “Furthermore, I thought it would be fun to… roleplay my teaching you further commands using le accessoire. Simple instructions for now. It’s only our first scene, after all. Beyond that, perhaps a mild inspection to familiarize myself with my adorable new kitten and… well…” she batted her eyes and let her voice drop to an inviting purr. “Your compliance is… optional, of course.” At her partner’s eager squeak, Rarity’s grin turned exceedingly playful. This may be a power exchange, yes, but felines are naturally willful, and it would be a pity to be without some challenge. Her expression turned a touch wry. Then again, I must consider my company. Still, one can hope!

Fluttershy gave a pert little nod of her head, a small affirmative sound escaping her.

Rarity began to back up slowly into the moment.

At last. At last, this exhilarating journey was arriving at perhaps its most important moment.

Rarity’s voice trembled only just a tad and she was proud of it. “Then if there is nothing else…?”

Fluttershy inhaled sharply, her eyes squeezing shut while her shuddering wings wrapped tight around her barrel in what looked like an attempt at self-comfort. Upon her elongated exhale, her wings lifted and spread, and the fashionista watched with amazement as the pegasus’ features softened and relaxed. Her eyes snapped open, bright and alert.

She turned once on the spot, sat gracefully on her haunch, reared up, and raised her hooves-- though she let her forelegs bend at the fetlocks, striking an admirable imitation of paws. With a chirpy little breath, she let out a soft, “Mew!”

Rarity just barely managed to stop herself from cooing with delight. Clearing her throat and putting on her best soiree face, she snapped open her fan and gave a practiced curtsy. Her eyes were charged. Her heart was loud in her ears.

There. Let the games begin, as they say!

Upon rising, the unicorn said with a warm smile, “My, my, my! What have we here? Have I a cute new kitten to call my very own?” She sauntered forward at a crisp walk, her gaze turning lidded as she beheld the winged kitten that crouched low to the ground at the approach of her new owner. So precious… so vulnerable… Rarity leaned down to nuzzle one of her new pet’s pinned ears. “There, there my pet,” she murmured silkily. She breathed in that sweet scent of honey and jasmine yet again, her eyes slipping closed.

But quite suddenly, she felt the kitten slip away from her with impertinent grace, and her gaze popped open to spy the feline scamper toward Rarity’s bed, where she dove underneath the mattress frame, making the bed skirts sway rapidly in its wake..

Rarity’s eyes fluttered in wry reflection.

Well! I did ask for a challenge, didn’t I?

With lips curling in exasperated amusement, the unicorn trotted sharply over to the bed and carefully peeked under it.

“Oh kitten! Here, kitty, kitty! Come to Mama.” In the nebulous dark under her bed, Rarity could see a shaft of the room’s light splash across the kitten’s wide blue gaze. Judging by the wide unblinking stare and the disdainful low growl that emitted from the cornered feline, she would not be moved with such rudimentary tactics.

Rarity rose up with a delighted pout.

It seems I have underestimated my new pet! I suppose it was folly, given Fluttershy’s familiarity with animals. She knows just how the intractable creatures think. The unicorn tapped her chin with her fan, her eyes glazing in deviceful thought. Let’s see… If Opalescence were behaving in this disgraceful manner, what would I do?

Rarity’s eyes charged with sudden inspiration. “Aha!”

The new owner was pretty.

The new owner was gentle.

The new owner was… new.

Kitty liked the Lady, but every instinct told her to run, so she did. Even as she sat hunched under the bed, her form shivering, she felt freed. Freed from societal pressures. Freed from responsibility. Freed from those judging eyes. The only thing she had to answer to were her primal urges.

To run. To hide--

A magenta feather and a small silver bell on a thin black stick slipped under the bed, jingling as it waved back and forth.

Kitty’s ears perked up.

To chase.

She swatted at her prey with a quick paw, her eyes and world zeroing in on the feather as it trailed along the carpet. It was small. Light. Inviting, even. It slipped back out with a musical tinkle, and the kitty darted lithely for it, her paw swiping after the toy. She missed. Hrmph.

Mewling, Kitty half slipped out of the bed, her ears stiff and her wings beating the underside of the mattress frame reflexively. She scanned furtively for the feather toy, her body still and poised to spring forward in rough pursuit. She couldn’t hear it. Where was it?

Tinkle, tinkle.

There!

The Lady had it, and she was moving it sinuously along the carpeted floor, her lips quirked up and a serene smile on her aristocratic face. Kitty’s tail twitched as she warily stalked out from under the bed.

Tinkle, tinkle.

Her eyes tracked the feather toy, the world shrinking once again to this one… small… thing…

Kitty carefully tucked her paws under her, like the other kitties she’d observed at the Ponyville Pet Center. Her tail swished, her wings carefully folding against her back. A slim body did far better at pouncing…

Just as the feather toy started another pass in front of her, Kitty sprang forward--

And meowed sharply in betrayed surprise when the white silk fan sprang open in front of her, blocking her path.

“Stop, please,” the Lady commanded quietly.

Kitty’s eyes fluttered with innocence and she purred quizzically. Stop? But why?

She tried to go around the floating fan. It snapped shut and darted in front of her, snapping open with a whap! Kitty shrank to the ground, ears pinning back as she hissed at the thing. Further betrayal!

“Ah, ah! There’s a good little kitty. Stop right there,” the Lady said next.

Kitty growled softly, her lower lip jutting in the tiniest of pouts. Just past the fashionable obstacle was her coveted prey. If she could just get around this thing…

The infuriating fan blocked her yet again, making that intimidating snapping sound as it opened and closed.

Kitty piteously mewled her dissatisfaction, her tail swishing with frustration over the floor. She sat on her haunch and lifted a paw to experimentally tap at the offending object. She purred with mild surprise at the soft tingle that traveled up her leg from touching the magical aura. She did it again. And again. And again--

The Lady chuckled and Kitty flicked her ears at the pretty noise. “Sweet Celestia, my kitten is as inquisitive as she is determined!”

Something small, with an enticing scent, skittered along the floor just under the fan. Kitty jerked and looked sharply at it.

It was a small piece of chocolate.

“Mew!” Kitty chirped. She gently pawed at the treat before crouching down to sniff at it. It smelled sweet and pleasant. She delicately nibbled at it before taking it whole into her mouth.

“Very good, darling! If you cooperate, you shall get something pleasant in return,” The Lady said, her sleek feminine body poised like she were a regal princess attending court. She levitated the fan closer to her and snapped the fan open. “When I snap this open before you, I am signaling for you to stop. I fully expect you to be able to follow this command without me having to speak.”

Kitty purred and tilted her head quizzically to one side. A fan snapped open before her meant stop?

The Lady closed the fan again, her horn lighting up as her magic once again took hold of the feather toy. It jingled as she waved it teasingly in the air. Kitty went very still, her eyes tracking the toy intently. The Lady hummed as she trailed the feather slowly along the carpet in a serpentine motion.

Abruptly, Kitty pounced, her paws going for the toy, but missing. The feather even rose to tease her nose, making the feline let out a tiny sneeze. Such a mean feather!

The Lady cooed with approval, her tail flicking idly. “Ooh! You are so precious!”

Kitty mewled, her eyes still focused on the feather toy as it waved along the floor. She readied for another go…

The fan snapped open before her, filling her gaze with brilliant white.

Kitty pouted but straightened, her brow tightening as her tail twitched with suppressed impatience. She stared at the Lady, waiting until she was tossed another chocolate treat. This the kitty ate with a smug, silent smile. It almost made up for being denied her prey…

The fan closed softly and floated away.

They did this two more times. On the third time, the fan did not lift and float away after the chocolate treat. Kitty purred her confusion, and looked into the Lady's twinkling eyes with a curious, "Mah?"

The Lady ambled closer and said, “Well! I think you’ve finally got it. Now I believe it may be time for something more... demanding... of my delightful kitten.”

All this time the fan did not move. Kitty’s ears pinned as her eyes flicked from the fan to her approaching owner. What was she to focus on so as to get her treat?

As if she could see the question on her pet’s baffled face, the Lady smiled and said softly, “Eyes on the fan, if you please.”

Swallowing, the kitten remained very still and very focused on the open fan. She liked the Lady. But the Lady was new. New was scary. Should she hide again? But then she wouldn’t get a treat! And that would be just terrible.

Kitty fidgeted with her grave inner turmoil. Then, the fan snapped open and shut, the sharp sound making the feline shrink.

“Ah, ah! Do not move, kitten.”

There was a sudden warmth, and the Lady was at her side. She leaned in close and murmured into Kitty’s flicking ear. “Bad kitties receive no treats… Keep still while I look you over, dearest. I wish to see what I’m dealing with.”

The feline shivered intently, a soft mewl escaping her. She so loved how the Lady spoke… Always smooth and velvety, each word crisp and enunciated like she were trying to run the phrases down Kitty’s stomach to that warm, moist spot that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore, and harder to want to ignore…

Kitty let out a needy cross between a purr and a meow, her eyes widening with surprise as she felt the Lady move one of her paws. Instinctively she looked to see what her owner was doing to her--

The fan snapped again, drawing Kitty’s eyes back onto it in a flash.

“Remain. Still.”

It became a little harder to breathe. That aristocratic voice made her knees feel weak and the warm spot burn.

Kitty tried to will her legs still, but they quivered as her arousal built like a pressure inside of her. The Lady moved her paws wider apart, spaced just so, before touching her barrel and gently encouraging her to rise up into a full stance. Blinking, Kitty complied. Her new owner continued to fuss with her positioning, and before the feline knew it, she was in a tall ‘stacked’ stance with her wings spread wide, her head raised, and her chin lifted.

She was on display. Kitty. Her. On display. For just the Lady-- for just the Lady, always and only…

Kitty liked it. Kitty liked being on display for the Lady a lot.

Satisfied for the moment by her pet’s poised pose, the Lady moved around her pet slowly, her eyes going up and down. “You are quite the lovely specimen, my kitten,” she murmured appreciatively. Her brow tensed in thought, though the right corner of her mouth quirked. “But what shall I do with you? You’ve been a bit naughty… Do you think you deserve any further reward?”

Kitty’s breath hitched sharply as she felt the Lady purposefully flick the tender underside of her right wing with her tail. The kitten only just managed to keep her pose as the electrifying sensation rippled through her flight nerves. Just.

The Lady paused to fastidiously brush back the feline’s forelock. Kitty knew better. She was supposed to look at the fan. She wanted a treat. She was a very good kitty. Good kitties got treats.

“Such discipline!” The Lady breathed as she stepped in close--the pet could practically feel the heat off her owner’s body, she was that near. “Perhaps we should graduate from chocolate treats to something of a finer quality?”

Kitty swallowed at the lump in her throat. Did the Lady mean…?

The Lady leaned in, almost jaw to jaw, and softly pecked the kitten on the cheek. This caused another hitch in Kitty’s breathing, but she remained resolutely still, her eyes still fixed on the fan.

She needed that treat.

The Lady hummed with liquid delight as she circled her pet once again… though when the feline expected her owner to come around the front, she failed to do so. Kitty's senses strained desperately even as she forced her body's quietude. The Lady’s presence lingered at the back, and Kitty’s wings shivered once before stilling.

Kitty flinched suddenly as she felt the end of the feathered toy trail down her withers, over her back, straight to the sensitive rise of her dock, where her tail twitched just the slightest. The bell jingled softly on the curves of her body. Tingles of invigorating sensation chased down her ribs and flanks to her tensed belly. The shivers that had so wracked her limbs before returned full force as she felt the Lady’s dainty hoof gently trail down her left buttock and thigh.

“You have the most marvelous coat, dearling,” the kitten’s owner went on, voice merry, behind her. “Bright and dazzling like Celestia’s sun. And oh, my! But you do feel so warm under my hooves.” Her touch traveled inward just enough to brush along Kitty’s tail. “Is that, then, what I shall call you? My little sunny kitten?”

So close… so close… that wasn’t where Kitty wanted to be pet! Where she needed to be pet.

The feline mewled pitifully, unable to keep from pawing the ground. Just a slight scrape, really.

Snap.

Kitty stiffened as the fan commanded her full attention once again.

A soft sigh. “Tut, tut, darling. You were so close!” The Lady came around to stand before her kitten, lips in full pout. The fan gently closed as it floated near her shoulder. “I’m not so certain we can graduate from chocolate treats!”

Kitty yowled softly, her ears drooping as her barrel lowered to the ground. Deflated in spirit, she scooted closer, her eyes quietly begging as she rubbed at her owner’s forelegs from her forehead to her poll. The Lady reached up and softly patted Kitty’s crest with a kindly hoof.

“Are you truly sorry, my pet?” the Lady asked gently.

Kitty mewed piteously. She purred, and desire gave her courage as she dared to rise up and gently nuzzled her owner. With her tail swishing, she purred again and rubbed the length of her body along her owner’s in a loving nestle, her eyes slipping closed at the feel of the other’s lustrous coat gliding along hers. The Lady accused her of being exceptionally warm, but her owner seemed just as heated…

Sounding a little more breathless, the Lady said, “Come now, Sunny. I wish to teach you one more trick before the night is through.”

The pet’s ears perked thoughtfully at that, and she just about jumped to stand before her owner, feathers and fur a-flutter. Sunny? Sunny. Her lips quirked up. She was delighted to be the Lady's Sunny.

The Lady laughed musically, her elegant shoulders shaking as she sat on her shapely haunch. The kitty purred with delight and softly butted her head under her owner’s chin.

Sunny's just desserts, her promised treat was close. Just one more trick to show the Lady that her Sunny was a good pet…

“Mmm, yes. For this last trick, it’s very simple indeed,” The Lady leaned in, her hungry eyes turning lidded. The cool tip of the closed fan gently touched her chin. “If you see this, then I would like a kiss,” she breathed, voice husky. Her lips curved up at the corners. “Whether or not it continues will depend on how pleased I am with my darling pet.”

Sunny hesitated, her body fighting her hopes. Did she dare? She could feel the old instincts cry out to run. This was new. So very new. What if the Lady was not pleased with her, and turned away at the last second? What if she was unpleasant to kiss?

One paw lifted and twitched backwards.

Then she proudly strode forward, and Sunny kissed her owner like the good pet that she was.

I got my treat.

Rarity hadn’t meant to squeal the way she had, no. It was quite unladylike, and not at all in keeping with the nascent persona she was trying to form, but she was very pleasantly surprised at how her kitten, her Sunny, had managed to rally herself in just the span of a few seconds. For a good moment, the fashionista had feared that her new pet would defy her command. The kitty had even looked ready to retreat into fear, and hence hiding again. And after all that work to draw her out! Rarity had very nearly resorted to the stop signal again when, suddenly, the feline had moved in for a kiss. And what a kiss it was.

Those soft lips!

The unicorn took a deep breath-- for she knew she wouldn’t want to part from this sweet mouth any time soon-- especially not with her pet making such delicious noises as she was. She drank in the sweet scent and tender taste of her Sunny, and it was a wonder in and of itself unique to her experience with more.. traditional callers. Rarity’s throat was tight with fierce desire as she moved her lips against Sunny’s and wrapped her hooves with possessive grace around her kitten’s slim neck.

She could feel Sunny’s demonstrative wings flutter, the primaries teasing her sides. She stifled a whimsical giggle.

Stay in the moment, Rarity. Stay in this precious, wonderful moment!

It was like the countless romance novels the fashionista had all but devoured… only better. Better because it was real, and hers. Just like her Sunny.

Sunny shivered in her embrace, and Rarity squeezed her tight. She gently suckled on her pet’s lower lip, her body quivering with suppressed laughter and unsuppressed desire at how her kitty squirmed limberly in her arms. The fashionista was pleasantly amused at how easy it was to get a reaction out of Sunny. The little kitty was practically vibrating with adrenaline, her slim, soft body pressing in perilously close as if she were afraid her owner would release her prematurely. The humor ebbed, replaced with a swell of sensuous satisfaction.

Rarity’s new kitty seemed more than happy with her new owner. The warmth in the fashionista’s heart at knowing she could set her friend free in this way was… beyond words. She wanted, nay, required herself to carry the scene to its delicious fruition.

It’s time.

Rarity pulled slowly away from the kiss, but not before letting her tongue give one more playful pass at her pet’s lips. She was rewarded with an adorable squeak. Too sweet.

Breathless, Rarity said, “I’m afraid I neglected something key in my little inspection, kitten.” She slipped away her forelegs from around Sunny as she carefully moved back. The kitty released a soft mewl in protest, her curvy body pressing in to close the distance between them.

Rarity snapped open the fan, making Sunny halt and stare at it just as she reached the fashionista’s shoulder.

The unicorn smirked as her horn lit up, blue and brazen. “Pardon my impatience, Sunny, but this positioning will go a lot faster with a touch of magic.”

Her kitten squeaked in a somewhat un-feline way as her beautiful body was enveloped in the sure embrace of Rarity’s aura. With strong but gentle persuasion, the fashionista used her power to push Sunny’s head down, her forepaws wide, and her hips raised high. It was a position much like Winona adopted when signaling her wish to play, the classic "play bow," if Rarity remembered right. Her kitten’s face went quite ruddy when she realized the compromised-- and vulnerable-- position in which she was now held fast.

Her darling eyes turned to saucers when Rarity slinked around behind her with a toss of her perfect mane, her broad hips swaying all the way. The aura vanished from around her pet and, without it holding her in place, Sunny fidgeted.

The levitating fan snapped sharply once again, making the kitten go abruptly still.

When the fashionista gazed once more upon her pet’s raised behind, she went still herself. Rarity’s heart was working hard in her chest, and tingles were spreading all through her body as a moment of alarm intruded on her power trip. She had never been with mares before. Oh, she’d read about what mares did to one another, but somehow it was far more intimidating in-pony.

With a nervous chew of her lips, Rarity thanked Luna’s stars that her new kitten couldn’t see her moment of unworthy hesitation. She’d absolutely hate to make the poor thing feel unwanted. That wasn’t really the case, after all. Never in her life had the unicorn felt such a basic, primal desire-- and in such an unmistakable way! Every step she took, it was like her body was trying to remind her that her wet marehood was in dire need of attention…

And no small part of her felt an uncouth, almost coltish intent to ravish her sweet Sunny. Ah! Des mémoires douces, indeed. As it had been done for her by polite gentlecolts, now, thus, for dear Sunny.

Rarity took a surer step forward. Then another. With eyes half-closed, she gently rubbed a cheek along Sunny’s flank, her eyes taking in her pet’s butterfly cutie mark with a swell of affection. Her pet quivered expectantly under her, but her darling kitty remained fixed in place. Feeling her confidence return, Rarity let her lips trail up the back of Sunny’s thigh, her magic gently moving the feline’s silky pink tail aside. Feeling deliciously mischievous, the unicorn nipped her pet-- not hard at all, just enough for her teeth to be felt-- and she bit back a satisfied chuckle as her pet yowled a small protest.

As Rarity’s mouth traveled higher to her pet’s buttock, a pungent scent made her nostrils flare and her abdomen tighten. It was… Heady. Not unpleasant, however. Far from it, in fact. Rarity felt the last of her doubt vanish from her mind. Sunny mewled, the sound weak and scratchy, like her throat was tensed to the point of barely being able to vocalize. The feline’s desperation was evident, and for her owner, indeed, enough. Her coat was damp with salty sweat.

Rarity could deny her no longer. Would not.

With the sort of delicacy she knew she would wish for, the mare extended her tongue and trailed it along her pet’s thick labia, her eyes almost instantly slipping shut at the sharp, but vaguely sweet taste of Sunny’s arousal. Her kitten’s hips bucked, her wings flapping.

Rarity pulled away, her hooves grabbing tenderly onto her pet’s flanks. The fan snapped. “Shh,” the fashionista murmured, one hoof tracing a soft circle on Sunny’s quivering side. “Be still, my kitten, or I may have to stop!” She received a low yowl in response. “There, there… I know, Sunny. You’re quite pent up, aren’t you?” Rarity’s gaze turned lidded as she leaned in to her pet’s vulnerable wet center. “Let Mama take care of you…”

Sunny wanted her treat so bad. She was practically dripping on the floor. Her teats were pert. The whole length of her body was clenched with her need.

Hadn’t she been a good pet? When would the Lady--

Sunny let out a low, strangled yowl as she felt her owner’s muzzle press into her awaiting center, the Lady’s warm tongue dividing her swollen lips to lap out the slick juices with hungry gusto and a loving deftness. The kitten’s paws pressed hard into the floor, her eyes squeezing shut as her owner found her hard nub and lavished it with due attention. The wild, fevered swirls were so exquisite. So excruciatingly wonderful. At last.

The feline couldn’t help herself. Her hips bucked wantonly against the Lady, silently begging for more treat.

The Lady did not pause to reprimand her. Instead, Sunny mewled in surprise when she felt her owner’s magic surround her teats and pull--

Oh, my--

The kitten couldn’t take anymore. Her face turned into the floor as she inhaled sharply just before releasing a strangled howl, and with it, constraint. Her unleashed (but not, praise Celestia, uncollared) body shuddered as the pleasure weakened her knees and sent her wings fluttering, then, stiff as a board. A warm and cool wave of divine release crashed through her, and she felt her muscles ease. Her breathing deepened and slowed. Every part of her felt as tranquil and renewed as though she'd just come from the spa. She felt the Lady pull away from her and the fan close.

Released, Sunny allowed herself to crumple to the floor in dizzy delight, her body rolling onto its side. Her eyes slipped shut...

She purred in sleepy surprise when she felt an affectionate hoof caress her mane. With effort she opened one eye to see the Lady standing over her, a serene smile on her lips. “Did my pet enjoy her treat?” she murmured silkily.

Sunny’s only response was to turn her head and give one delicate lick to her owner’s retreating hoof. Well, and perhaps a bit of a pert flutter of her eyelashes.

The Lady chortled as she rested on her haunch, her perfect, curly tail wrapping around her cushy flank. “Mama is very pleased, with her kitten. Yes she is!” she cooed.

Sunny took a deep breath and raised her head off the floor, forcing herself to attend her Lady. She blinked her eyes wide open. Her senses were picking up something…

The Lady levitated the silk fan smoothly, still closed, back to her shoulder. She gave a delicate nod of her head. “Would kitty like a better place to rest?”

The feline’s brow tensed. Rest? She rose to her paws, her tail flicking purposefully as she gazed at her owner with as much intensity as she had the feather toy. Her nose flared.

That scent…

The Lady was generous. Kind, even. Was it not her duty, as the Lady's kitty, to return the favor?

Yes. Yes, of course it was.

The Lady quirked an eyebrow quizzically at her pet, her head tilting to the side. “Hmm? What ever is the matter, darling?” Her voice took on a nervous edge as Sunny began to stalk toward her with gaze unblinking.

She had been told she had a very arresting Stare…

“N-now, now! Enough of that!” the Lady said tremulously. The aura faded some around the fan, and it dipped in the air. Sunny’s owner was losing focus. She had to act before she was told to stop, for she would obey.

With a smug purr, Sunny pounced on her Lady, making the mare shriek in alarm. Quite easily, the kitten had her owner down on the ground and pinned. Her wings fluttered almost in self-congratulation. The Lady stared up at her, mouth agape with shock. The fan was lying on the floor, forgotten for the moment.

“Sunny?” the Lady squeaked.

Smiling softly, the feline gently butted her forehead against her owner’s chin. Then, with a content purr going all the while, she licked her owner’s soft white coat. She paused here and there to brush her cheek in close to mark her Lady with her scent. The Lady gasped, her hooves placing themselves at Sunny’s shoulders, but they did not push her away.

Sunny pulled back, her blue eyes fluttering with adoration as she took in a deep breath through her nose. That pungent scent was stronger now. But it wasn’t up here. She flicked her tongue lightly, tasting the air. The arousal that still glazed part of her owner’s muzzle was faint and too familiar. No, this was different.

Beneath her, the Lady fidgeted and her expression sharpened. “Sunny, this is most irregular!”

Uh, oh. She sounded like she was gaining her senses. Can't have that.

Sunny tried to hurry now, her soft nose working hard even as she poked delicately down her squirming owner’s barrel. She slid further down the length of the Lady’s body before she came just to the end of the mare’s abdomen, where two soft teats sat pert. They looked nice.

The kitten flicked them with her tongue.

Cream for the kitten, after all.

The Lady jerked beneath her, making Sunny flinch with her ears pinning back in worry. Was the fan coming? Would she be punished? But she was just curious!

Except her Lady did not look angry. No, she looked at Sunny hungrily. Very hungrily.

“Sunny, be a good pet now,” her Lady panted. “Help Mama feel better?”

Feel better? Hrm. Ah! She meant like this?

Sunny pressed in, her mouth taking in a whole teat before suckling gently while her rump wriggled with excitement.

The Lady moaned, her melodic voice fraying just enough to make the kitten suckle harder. She even reached up a paw and nimbly touched her Lady's damp place amidst those swollen folds where she knew the hard nub would be…

Rarity’s hind legs kicked absently in the air as she tried to buck her hips into Sunny’s maddening touch, every firm but gentle pass of her paw making the insistent knot in her abdomen grow ever tighter. The kitten’s tongue caressed her pleasure-swollen teat lovingly, making the fashionista’s eyes roll, her back arching tautly as she folded her forelegs in close to her body. Her muscles tightened, the warm wetness felt exquisite, and naughty, and wonderful, and mortifying all at once--

Rarity’s hindlegs clutched around her loyal pet’s head as she curled upward and screamed, fireworks erupting just at the pit of her stomach and igniting every inch of her with lambent ecstasy before she felt her body relax and she released her pet, falling backward onto the carpet and yet into utter contentment.

The unicorn smiled dreamily, her sleepy-gaze casting across the floor before she lifted her head to see her darling kitten was thoroughly licking at the paw that she had used to pleasure her owner. Sweet Sunny’s eyes were glazed and her tail flopped lazily behind her.

Rarity hummed with satisfaction and took her time rising properly to her hooves. Her limbs felt rather weak after that very explosive climax.

Batting her thick eyelashes, the fashionista ambled close to her pet. Her dear, dear pet. Picking up the fan with her magic, she touched the tip of the accessory to her chin. Her lips flared into a happy smile as her pet kissed her without pause.