Rarity got the innervating feeling that Sunny was in no hurry to shed her long-sought role quite yet. The feeling was mutual. The fashionista felt… tranquility. Contentedness. And yet still curious about her darling new pet. With the cat toy, Rarity led her kitten toy to the bed. In all honesty, Sunny seemed only passively interested in the allure of the bell and feather now; her focus on it like faint nostalgia paid to last year’s best fashion.

Upon joining the mare on the mattress, the kitten immediately bunted her head along her owner’s flank, the silky feel of her mane cool and delightful. She rumbled with a gentle purr before rolling over onto her back and stretching with an adorable yawn. The pièce de résistance was the tiny, pert waves of the kitten's paws, curling back against her cannons as though batting at nothing-- or begging to have her belly rubbed!

How wondrous the ease with which sweet release came to Rarity’s new charge! Had Sunny been hiding a secret self under the guise of coyness? The unicorn’s gaze softened as she hummed a lullaby and stroked the endlessly affectionate feline just under the chin, just like Opal liked when she was willing to be touched. No. Rarity shook her head just slightly. Not coyness; the shyness was the mechanism, not the shroud. Her precious little Sun purred more loudly, a resonance as steady and pleasing as a new sewing machine. The feline’s lips curled up at the ends as she closed her eyes and let her paws relax, stretching out then going limp.

For a moment, in the dizzying spell of her imagination, Rarity thought she saw little curling claws.

They remained that way for a time, in a happy, half fuliginous repose that felt very welcome in Rarity’s ordinarily fast-paced world. As night wore on, the elegant mare snuggled in closer to her pet, and Sunny was happy to oblige her; society decorum and feline dignity melting into the simple, pure warmth of affection. When next the fashionista thought to check the clock, an hour had gone by and sleep was pulling at her eyes. With a yawn, Rarity softly nuzzled Sunny’s cheek. Her kitten had curled up cutely against her, the feline’s back against her chest with an exposed wing gently unfurled. It lay loose and relaxed over the royal red comforter. When Rarity’s gentler attempt at rousing her sweet Sunny failed, she smirked impishly and gave the tiniest nip to her kitten’s ear. This only made the ear flick, however, and the unicorn chuckled.

Leaning in deliciously close, she murmured breathily, “Sunny, my darling one. The hour is late. You are most welcome-- nay, desired!-- to stay, but I would have words with you.”

Sunny finally stirred, her face tensing as her bright eyes blinked open carefully-- and then, her characteristic schooled expression melted as swiftly as it had come into the comfortable wonder of her innocent dreaming. She twisted around to gaze up into the fashionista’s face with an expression of joyful drowsiness and adoring awe.

Rarity smiled and gave her a quick peck on the brow. Then with great care and no small reluctance, she pulled away from her kitten’s delicious warmth and levitated the folding fan from its resting place on the bedside table. Clearing her throat, Rarity trotted to the foot of the bed, the fan floating attendance before her. She waited to be certain Sunny was looking at her with true clarity-- one couldn’t deliver a performance without an attentive audience, after all-- before opening the fan and giving a curtsy.

When she crisply closed the fan, the unicorn rose up with balletic dignity and regarded Fluttershy with soaring affection and a kind of anxious anticipation. The curtain had descended. The play was over. Fluttershy was once again a pegasus. But they were bound by the production of their new relationship and the promise of yet more shows, more scenes, more intimate displays of release, trust, and pleasure. So much pleasure.

Rarity managed to catch herself before she chewed artlessly on the inside of her lip, and said breathlessly, “La fin!” She giggled with delight and hid a slanted smile behind a white hoof. “Oh! My goodness, forgive me. I feel a bit jittery.” She cleared her throat and smoothed her expression, consciously moving her hooves into a more graceful placement as she straightened her spine. Come now, Rarity. We must continue to act the part! ‘All the world’s a stage!’ or so the Fillyam Shakespeare play claims, and this must travel beyond the proscenium arch. “Fluttershy, how are you feeling?” she asked with more composure.

Fluttershy carefully climbed down off the bed, her wings half unfurled and her eyes wide. All semblance of the inquisitive and free spirited kitten was gone. It was quite a startling, if melancholy, return to her typical nature. Rarity was sure this was a night to rival even some of the greatest of their adventures, for it seemed her demure friend was more than capable of surprising her without end.

The pegasus smiled a little smile, her beautiful blue eyes widening and her head dropping low like she was trying to appear smaller. “Rarity,” she breathed. Her voice trembled a little. Carefully she sat before the fashionista and dabbed at her eyes with the back of a hoof. When she spoke again, it was in a choked whisper, her smile having flared to a wide and shaky grin. “It was… the most glorious thing!” But ah, it was joy that choked back expression, and fear but a distant third place.

Rarity let out a little sigh of relief, some tension leaving her withers. How like when Ms. Shores approves a new product! “I’m ever so pleased to hear you say so!” She moved to sit closer to her pet, her submissive, her dear and precious friend, and gently touched the other mare under the chin, making Fluttershy’s head lift. “I meant what I said just a moment ago. If you wish to stay the night, you are most welcome. In fact I…” Rarity faltered and it was her turn to choke on but four simple words: I want you to. The scene was over. They were once again two mares alone in a bedroom. Not just that, they were two mares who now had carnal knowledge of each other.

Intimacy was not new to Rarity. In the years since her disappointment with Trenderhoof, she had adopted a more modern approach to love. True, she had always been rather traditional in that arena, preferring the idea of romantic destiny and dedicated monogamy… But the fashion circuit was filled with many progressive minds who held no qualms in tittering at conservative living or even a sense of moderate restraint. With time, her contact with these views eroded her resolve. So sick was she with being alone that, with some small bit of liquid courage, she had welcomed the warmth of-- certain select-- others to stave off the solitude.

The base pleasures experienced with these convenient partners had been like nourishing draughts from an oasis. Between these reprieves, she had marched resolutely through the harsher desert of independence-- cold comfort though it was, Rarity liked to remind herself that ambitious mares of her time and others often had to make such sacrifices in pursuit of success and recognition. Romantic commitment was, indeed, a luxury. Perhaps, someday, she could find that special somepony to savor a storybook ending with. For now… she had been... content... to let her art possess her.

Short-lived dalliances had been all she felt she had room for since her fashion ventures had begun to take off precipitously. This moment, here with Fluttershy? It was new territory, to add to the rapidly growing list of dangerous new territories that Rarity found herself brazenly invading with only the faintest idea of what she was really getting into. Her friend was not, and could not, be a one-time caller.

Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, even the impulsively crude Rainbow Dash-- had she ever have thought she'd have friends as precious as her art? They had history. Fluttershy, especially, had been so very dear for so long that had Rarity been struck blind in that moment, she would have found the thought of betrayed horror on Fluttershy's face repugnant. This arrangement carried with it great meaning and responsibility. Now, their dynamic was already greatly affected by this new path they were taking on with such eager abandon, and for a moment, Rarity was briefly reminded of the threat of a single thread out of place.

There was no status quo of which to return; to turn aside was to act; to continue was to engage. This course made “friends with benefits” a tad bit more complicated than Rarity had originally anticipated. More to lose; but ah, so much to gain, too. Which is the scarier, I couldn't possibly say.

Fluttershy seemed to sense Rarity’s hesitation, and took an inevitable, regrettable misconclusion. Her softly enthusiastic grin thinned and waned; she took a tiny step back, her wings folding tight against her back as she peered at her owner up through her eyelashes. The fear was there, crystal clear. Do you regret it? the pegasus seemed to be asking with her eyes. Sweetie would have seen it; to Rarity, it was as brilliant as the grand names up in lights.

The fashionista gave a shake of her head, guilt flaring in her chest like a choking miasma.

Now Rarity, we must cease with these contemptible lapses! What does it matter that this arrangement carries with it more meaning than you had originally intended? Fluttershy knows your feelings on the matter. You are still friends, nothing more. There is no reason to treat the poor dear like some-- like some stranger to keep at a distance! Naturally, it stands to reason that with the erosion of such personal barriers, you would entreat her to a more intimate kind of hospitality! To do anything less would be nothing short of rude!

With a firm nod to herself, Rarity resumed her earlier sentence, “In fact, I was thinking of a quick dip in the bath. I should rather like for my new pet to join me. Nay… I insist.”

Fluttershy let out a low, drawn out squeak. The unicorn stifled a laugh as an intense blush managed to come through her friend’s sunny coat.

The demure pegasus looked down at the floor as she nervously traced a circle into the carpet. “I-- I think I would very much like that…”

A pleased hum formed from the fashionista. “Follow me, if you’d please.”

With a beckoning gaze, Rarity walked with a fetching sway in her curvy hips toward her bathroom. Her horn lit up as she opened the door, revealing the clawfoot tub on the other side. Fluttershy hesitated, fear clawing at her for a beat before hurrying after her, both wings spread wide and quivering.

The water was warm and fragrant from a bath melt that filled the room with the scent of Rarity's beloved sandalwood and lavender. There wasn’t much steam. While Rarity enjoyed a hot soak, Fluttershy much preferred something milder. One tends to one's guests and those taking refuge in one's… aheh, in one's domination? Surely there is a better word-- well! To both alike. This special new familiarity meant that the fashionista allowed her friend to see her sans makeup and false eyelashes; a revelation of her own vulnerability. Again, a small flare of anxiety rose at the thought of losing that carefully maintained facade of so many years, but then Rarity sternly reminded herself that she had just gotten through an evening muzzle deep in her friend’s marehood. With a hot blush, the doubt once again abated. There certainly was an invigorating freedom to enjoy once one got over the petty details, wasn’t there?

So many new things. Rarity was certainly having to battle her own insecurities every step of the way as she adjusted her boundaries. How did poor Fluttershy feel about it?

They were intimately cuddling together in the tub with the pegasus reclined against the unicorn’s chest as the latter carefully stroked a bath brush over the coat of her partner’s shoulder with the soft glow of magic.

Rarity drew in a little breath, focused her purpose, and said carefully, “Fluttershy, dear, I was hoping to get your thoughts about this rather eventful evening… If… If... if you should feel it appropriate and comfortable, of course!” Her brow furrowed and she set aside the brush on the little valet stand next to the tub. Shy sat up to turn and peer at her with a quick flutter of her eyes that set off further fluttering in Rarity's heart. “I know you, well, said you enjoyed yourself overall, but was there anything that you felt could have been done better? Or… Or perhaps not at all?” She made a self-deprecatory smile. "An artist does so appreciate feedback, as you know!"

Fluttershy arched an eyebrow and smiled. She turned in the tub and gently brushed her nose against Rarity’s. Soft wings, lightly dampened, flickered and stroked longingly at Rarity's side. “Oh, my, Rarity. I just loved it. There wasn’t a single moment I didn’t enjoy.” She turned her face upward, eyes closing and cheeks flushing as a dreamy look came over her. “I felt so safe. So free! And I had oh so much fun.” Fluttershy turned an affectionate gaze on her owner and lifted herself from the bath to place a soft peck on the unicorn’s brow. The delight seemed to wash away her ‘out of scene’ hesitation entirely. Rarity felt her heart flip as the pegasus resettled into the water, her eyes squinted merrily from her most radiant smile. “I feel very fortunate to have the Lady as my new owner!” Fluttershy gushed.

Rarity’s brows rose. “‘The Lady’?” What a flattering concept...

Fluttershy covered her mouth with a nervous hoof, her ears pinning back flat. “Oh dear!” She slouched a little, her muzzle tensing with anxiety. It was almost physically painful for Rarity to watch the fear race across those beautiful features. “I’m sorry if you dislike the name. It was... what Sunny... took to calling you during the scene. That’s one thing I’ve learned about the kitties at the Ponyville Pet Center. They like to refer to ponies with special nicknames.” She grinned bashfully and allowed her damp forelock to cover half her face and her voice dropped to a whisper. “They like to call me Posey.”

Rarity tittered. “My! How curious!” Then her brow tensed and she asked, “Wait. If cats like to give ponies nicknames, than what does Opal refer to me as?” I'm going to regret asking, aren’t I?

What had been only a mild look of anxiety now became an outright look of discomfort. Fluttershy fussed with her wings, her hooves smoothing over the feathers in classic preening behavior. “Opal isn’t like other kitties. She--”

Now I know I'm going to regret this. Nonetheless: standards. Rarity put on a stern look. “Fluttershy.”

The pegasus winced and mumbled, “She calls you… M-Marshmallow Maid.”

Rarity sputtered. “Wh-what!?” The unicorn glared toward the bathroom door, eyes blazing as though to hunt down her fluffball through the fiery force of her wrath. “The sheer audacity! Marshmallow? Maid!? Why I ought to see what that… that… that flippant feline would dare to call me next if I stopped serving her favorite dish of-- mmph!”

Words were effectively stopped by her submissive’s supple lips. The fashionista went still before melting into the kiss. Oh, l'amour, l'amour, le goût sucré de lys et des roses sur ses lèvres, mon génial Celestia, ses lèvres et l'amour! A moment of precious kisses and a lifetime of mentally reciting her favorite Prench romance novels line for line later and they parted with Fluttershy giving her a shy look. Rarity was breathless-- and impressed. The little minx! If she carried on with such daring behavior, one scene would hardly do it for the unicorn that evening...

“Please don’t be mad,” Fluttershy begged quietly. “Opal loves you. She just has a different way of showing it.” Sincerity, and not just Fluttershy's conflict-avoidance instinct, was threaded through every breath the pegasus took.

Rarity pouted, but she put her forelegs around her friend’s neck and pulled her into a gentle hug. Certain felines must be dealt with later so that my dearest kitten may be indulged now. “Very well!” she sighed. More pensively, she said, “I suppose I can hardly judge my cat’s dubious perception of me when I’ve decided to take on a very special new pet myself. ‘Different strokes,’ as I believe the saying goes.”

Fluttershy released a soft hum of relief, one wing flexing idly in the water.

Pity the line missed, but they can't all be winners.

The fashionista closed her eyes and let the entire moment settle into another peaceful calm, the strain of it draining into the sandalwood and lavender before she remembered something else. Something unpleasant.

Something outright bucking frightening, and I shan't beg pardon for my prench.

“Discord,” she said with a scowl.

Fluttershy lifted her head. “Hmm?”

Rarity gave her companion a resigned look. “My, er, trespass the other day wasn’t just against you. It was against our recalcitrant Discord as well. I should apologize to him for eavesdropping. It’s the proper thing to do.” I am also fond of my current mane and hide colors. And species.

The pegasus seemed to wilt. “Oh.” She coughed and splashed timidly at the water with a hoof. “Y-you’re right. That... would be good.”

“Darling,” Rarity said as she cupped Fluttershy’s cheeks tenderly. “You don’t seem all that enthused by the idea.”

Fluttershy winced. “I… know that sometimes, you all think I trust him too much, and yes, he's … had problems, even very bad ones along the way, but…" She looked up at Rarity, almost pleading for this social burden to be taken from her. Swallowing, her wings plastering against her side, she softly said, "He's really doing very well. It's just that… that when he's unhappy, the consequences can be high, and…" She choked on the last clause.

Rarity sympathized-- she did-- but it was important that Fluttershy help her in this, and not merely defend her sometimes literally mercurial friend. "And he has a history of reacting, shall we say, disproportionately to friendship complications?"

Fluttershy shrugged apologetically.

Rarity chuckled as she carefully rose up and exited the tub with fluid grace. Her horn lit as she levitated a towel over and swiftly dried her wet coat, pondering the situation. “Yes. I suspect he will be more than happy to hunt for chinks in my armor.” She took a quiet moment to dry her mane before wrapping it in a towel. She quirked an eyebrow as she levitated another towel over and held it open expectantly. “I suspect you’ll be telling him of our new relationship?”

Fluttershy gave a small nod. She left the tub and sat on her haunches before the floating towel, almost as if she was subconsciously submitting to Rarity’s care, an impression not diminished by her trusting face and fluttering eyelashes. The idea elevated the fashionista’s confidence a thousandfold. Fluttershy squeaked like a mouse as Rarity dried her with the utmost affection and, perhaps, less haste… The unicorn did so enjoy watching the way her new sub shivered as the cloth caressed her sweet body.

“We’ve always discussed these sorts of things, and he’s been very supportive of my interests,” Fluttershy explained, her words occasionally punctuated by quiet yelps and squeals. “It would feel wrong to keep this from him.” The pegasus gasped as Rarity let the towel pull over her head to vigorously dry her mane, soft folds drifting over the front of Fluttershy's face. When the white cloth pulled back from her muzzle and started to wrap up her hair, she said, “H-he’s feeling protective of me. I don’t know that he’s ever felt that as strongly as he does now. He’s learned so much about friendship, but I have to remind myself that things we take for granted as being natural, does not come easily for him. He’s had such a difficult time in his life, the poor thing…”

Rarity just managed to stop herself rolling her eyes. Which is all well and good, my dear, and certainly true, but if dear Dash mouths off to a dignitary at a show, her lack of poise does not suddenly cause trees to pelt fish at one's mane. She unplugged the drain of her tub and led her companion toward the door.

Behind her, Fluttershy went on to say, “I’ve already asked him not to retaliate in case any… ah… arrangement between us falls apart. Honestly, I think it will be very good for him to practice some restraint. Discord is just eager.”

“That’s not the word I would use,” Rarity muttered under her breath as they crossed her bedroom to the bed.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Rarity sang with a practiced smile. With her magic, she removed both their towels and sent them back through the open door to the bathroom, where they would hang to dry. With her tongue between her lips, she simultaneously cast a warming spell over both their manes that evaporated the remaining moisture. It was a crude spell, but one that Twilight had taught her for those times she was in a pinch and needed to freshen up with haste.

From her well-stocked and better organized vanity dresser, she conjured her favorite hairbrush and ran it quickly through her well-styled mane and tail. Thanks to the natural oils of the bath and her healthy hair, she had little to no resistance. In little time, her hair was neatly combed and resembling its usual style, if not its polish. Ordinarily she wouldn’t stop combing until she’d counted to one hundred brush strokes, but she was not alone tonight; a new spice in her routine. A fact that made her heart feel light and warm. Rarity nodded toward the bed. “Come, pet. Your lady wishes to groom you.” She flirted a wink at the other mare for good measure.

Fluttershy wings stirred on her back, feathers fluffing as she trotted to the bed and swiftly climbed atop the plush comforter. She lay down onto her stomach, her forelegs tucking shyly in as she glanced back at Rarity with her sweet, curvy flanks quivering in anticipation.

Rarity could feel her playful opening behavior sink into the wells of her desire.

When she had noted Fluttershy’s heady allure still managed to titillate to the point of desiring yet another lay, she had meant it only in jest. Now the pretense of humor was gone. Rarity did want more. Perhaps their first scene was done, but did that mean they could no longer explore each other? Mais, naturellement pas! A curling, lustful smile spread across the fashionista’s muzzle as she slinked onto the bed. If I’m not mistaken, it appears my pet still wishes to play with her Lady…

Just recalling the moniker alone made the need cinch around Rarity’s throat. She was the Lady. She liked this very much indeed. Hadn’t she flirted with the idea before? But it was Fluttershy… no, Sunny’s choice of the name that made it all the more special.

A new insight flashed in her head. Long trains, elaborate wraps, yes! Power exchange, indeed. I give her pleasure and sanctuary, but she gives me-- not just pleasure as well, but-- she gives me this.

The Lady.

What a line! Elegance that had not been seen since the days of the gallant Prench knights, or the dashing Saddle Arabian furusiyya devotees, those mirror twins...

Lady Rarity.

Comfortable, yes, comfortable and easy to wear as well as gorgeous but each one a couple's gift. Can't put it on yourself without a horn and -- mm, yes, many mirrors. Complex fashionings, wouldn't be appropriate any other way but for this!

I will be this. I am proud to be this. For you, my sweet pet. And who am I to deny this delicious creature that which so frees her? Why, look at how she gazes at me, silently begging! It would be cruel to refuse her wish, the pent up little thing…

With intricate care, the unicorn lay down next to her pegasus friend. Her aura wrapped around the other mare’s tail, lifting it up just enough to run the brush over the freshly cleaned strands while gently caressing the suddenly wide-eyed Fluttershy's chin and mane. Not the first amoureux to enjoy the fruits of a seamstress' art, ma fille. As the bristles tugged lightly at Fluttershy’s mane, she shuddered and closed her eyes. Rarity smirked lovingly.

The dock was a sensitive area for any pony, which was why tail maintenance was such an intimate affair. It abruptly occurred to Rarity that similar sensitivity and intimacy might be a particularly pegasus take on the same concept. A thought for another time, ma fille. A quick tug on the tail meant nothing, of course, or some of the things that Applejack did to Dashie… Oh. Dear. But sustained closeness… steady stimulation… Some ponies could cum just from this alone. Rarity wondered if it could be trained up. Then she shivered at the thought of 'training' her kitten. There were so many erogenous zones in a pony’s rear, it made for a rather centralized carnival of delights.

But Rarity never did care for allowing herself to be limited in her choices. Trial and error in her other exploits had provided her with a few tricks up her sleeve that she was more than looking forward to trying on her unsuspecting charge.

With a soft nuzzle to the cheek, Rarity murmured, in a voice as light and as sinuous as smoke: “From this night forth, you will always be my sweet Sunny. My little kitten to play with and… pet.” She made the brush give a particular vigorous pass of her friend’s tail at these words. Fluttershy, though she hadn’t assumed her feline persona, let out a very vulnerable mewl, her wings slowly extending and pushing into Rarity’s side and into the comforter.

Rarity smiled beatifically, and with her teeth and lips, gave a gentle tug on Fluttershy’s stiffly erect ear. Her partner whimpered and followed her lady’s pull, which placed her with her chin down on the bed in a straight lay. Satisfied, Rarity released her sub and whispered hotly into her ear. “You may speak freely, in whatever way that pleases you. If it piques your excitement to pretend to protest, then do so. If you feel out of sorts, but only wish to correct things instead of stopping, then tell me in no uncertain words, and I will not be offended. Just always remember our safe word. I will heed this without question. I want you to feel comfortable, Fluttershy. Nod your head if you understand.”

The pegasus nodded jerkily, her eyes wide behind her forelock.

Rarity smiled as she brought the brush up to comb over her sub’s mane. “Very good,” the fashionista purred. “Now remain still. This will just take a moment.”

Carefully, lovingly, she brushed Fluttershy’s gorgeous hair. The pink strands, frizzy and wild in the wake of Rarity’s drying spell, returned to order thanks to the unicorn’s expert attention. Within moments, the shy mare’s mane was once more as it usually was-- indeed, far more than Rarity’s own hair, a point that the fashionista couldn’t help but note with an envious sigh. So much work that went into looking good, and there was Fluttershy, just an innate and outflowing expression of beauty, like the nature she so adored to surround herself with.

Well! Rarity thought with a devilish grin. All the more fortunate that there is somepony who can easily restore her magnificent body shortly after ravishing it.

Tail done. Mane done. Rarity was almost impatient to set aside the grooming phase-- something she could seldom claim feeling, if ever.

Though I must admit that the idea of 'owning,' even in play, such a glorious paragon of pony beauty is quite delicious.

“Roll over my precious sun,” Rarity breathed. Am I blaspheming? Surely not; our Princess is most gracious, and with all those solar cutie marks, I can't be the first.

Without hesitating, Fluttershy obeyed, her big watery blue eyes blinking rapidly in adorable puzzlement. Rarity rose up regally while this occurred, and so whilst the pegasus was on her back, wings spread at either side in stiff attention, her owner was standing over her in dignified poise. Rarity set the brush aside on the edge of the mattress and leaned down to lay a kiss on Fluttershy’s lips. She remained there-- loving the warmth and the softness. If kisses were food, this would be a delicacy. Perhaps that was why Rarity felt… nippier? It was like Fluttershy was an irresistible treat and all the unicorn wanted was to devour her. Also, those sounds… Celestia, those sounds! The pegasus practically had an orchestra of murmurs, squeaks, yips, and whimpers that made Rarity simultaneously want to cuddle her and coo, and also prod and tease her just to make more of that entrancing symphony of submission.

Absolutely must be gentle, Rarity warned herself as her teeth gently nipped Fluttershy’s succulent bottom lip. She doesn’t want to feel pain. I don’t want to make her feel pain. Visions of their mutual lists danced in her head, and Rarity impressed them upon her very soul, like a client's specification, or the blueprints before a creative storm.

No. Rarity wanted to make Fluttershy feel good, to feel ecstatic, because it was heavenly to hear her friend so released from the bonds of her typical shyness. Once more, the exchange. That which I give returns to be, and the tightness in my barrel is as glorious as romance in Canterlot! Would the Prench call it échange de régner? De contrôle? Surely, there is fashion to draw upon there!

So when Rarity’s hoof slipped down between her sub’s hind legs to tease her aroused teats, she answered Fluttershy’s shocked squeal with a ravenous hum. Rarity parted from Fluttershy’s lips and laid a trail of kisses down to her neck as her hoof traveled still lower until she had found that moist center…

Fluttershy whined, her body quivering under the unicorn. “Rarity--!”

“Ah, ah!” Rarity said with quiet firmness as her hoof moved in slow circles around her sub’s swollen nub. “Lady Rarity.”

Her partner’s body curled, her eyes fluttering as a low moan sprung from her mouth. With an audible swallow, Fluttershy whispered hoarsely, “Y-yes, Lady Rarity. Ooh… oh yes!”

Such dulcet desire! Let us see if any of that sweetness can be tasted on these lips...

Rarity caught Fluttershy’s mouth in a quick peck. The other mare protested with a whimper as she tried to capture her owner’s lips again.

Dear Fluttershy didn't seem to include… uh… like in those lovely novels… a shy maid in a noblemare's bower… Perhaps we could negotiate for it…?

“My, my!” Rarity murmured, her eyes fluttering. Her heartbeat was in her throat. “Does my Sunny burn once more? Oh, but my scrumptious pet is a bit lascivious, isn’t she?”

“My Lady, I’m sorry!” Fluttershy panted, her soft chest heaving as she gazed helplessly up at the unicorn. “I d-don’t mean to be greedy, I just--” Eyes that had widened in pleasure now forced the extent of her lids in self-loathing fear.

“Shh, shh. It’s all right, sweetness.” Rarity said soothingly. No, no. That won’t do! She’s doubting herself. I must make her see that her attraction is welcome-- no more than that-- thirsted for!

Thirsted for like a vagrant lost in the blistering desert of loneliness, hot winds howling out mockeries, and the sweet water of the oases few and far between. Fluttershy thought she felt safe? Rarity thought much the same in reverse. All the fun to be had of love was now readily available, and from somepony dear and special, no less, who would understand if the fashionista had to seal herself away in her workshop for a week to finish a custom order of dresses. New territory? Yes. A bit intimidating? Goodness yes! Did she think she would ever regret this?

In the immortal words of R&B singer, Berry J. Stride: the buck I will.

Rarity carefully flicked her flirty tongue over Fluttershy’s quivering lips making the other mare gasp and squirm in delight. All the while, Rarity’s hoof kept up its relentless pressure at her submissive’s wet marehood, Fluttershy’s clit stiff against Rares’ amatory ministrations.

“Does my pet feel a need? Speak, and let your Lady care for you as she so delights to,” the fashionista urged with the barest hints of a giggle in her voice.

Fear nothing with me, dear Fluttershy. If we are deviants, then we are deviants a pair. Vivre d’amour et d’eau fraiche. We will make a special world for ourselves, you and I.

Fluttershy covered her eyes with her hooves and took a deep breath. When she spoke, it was in a shuddering voice that seemed equal parts thrilled and horrified. “I-I was wondering… I mean that is, if it isn’t too much of a bother--” she bit her lip and somehow found a way to tuck her chin in more. “I’d like to feel full… d-down there.”

Rarity’s touch between her pet’s legs slowed, thoughtful caresses taking the place of teasing strokes, and she quirked an eyebrow. “‘Feel full’?” Fluttershy blushed an intensely red hue, the color of her embarrassment once more shading her bright coat like the dusky sunset. The unicorn puckered her lips and lifted. She was about to ask for clarification when her eyes fell on the hairbrush. Understanding lit up her gaze as a smile curled on her lips.

The hairbrush was a single piece of smooth oak, the handle was slim, but round and tapered at the end for comfort in a pony’s mouth. I do recall some hotel furniture taught a number of lessons about dual-purpose among other things. Shan't be putting this one into a friendship letter, though.

This brush, then, Rarity lifted with her magic and softly trailed the handle end down Fluttershy’s chest and stomach. “Tsk, tsk! Does my Sunny feel woefully empty?”

As the unicorn teased her friend’s swollen teats, the handle tracing soft circles just at the skirts of the pert nipples, Fluttershy whined, “Yes! Yes my Lady!”

“I might have a solution for you, darling, but would you object to my methods? Or is your need…” she flicked a stiff nipple with the rounded end of the handle, making her charge jerk in surprise. “That great?”

At last, the desperation seemed to override the demure mare’s shyness. Her head thrashed back, her hooves wringing over each other as she moaned, “Please! Oh please, oh please! Put it in me! I want it so badly!”

Now what heartless brute could ignore a request like that?

The simple hairbrush moved with all the swiftness of the wind. Rarity took only a moment to pull back and ensure its safe entry, but once her target was marked with her lustful gaze, the time for teasing had ended. Now was the moment of generosity and the completion of kindness. With careful firmness, she guided the brush handle in, Fluttershy’s wet opening welcoming it with ease. The pegasus breathing stuttered, her eyes rolling up in her head as her wings beat against the comforter-- once-- twice. The way the handle disappeared inside Rarity’s pet deeply fascinated the unicorn.

She pulled with her magic, making the gently rolling handle slip back out. Fluttershy’s clenching vaginal hole widened, sliding along the smooth oak wood. The fashionista’s horn flared with a stronger aura as she pushed the handle back in, this time a little faster. Rarity's magic surrounded her sweet pet; even as the handle dipped and thrusted with the talented ease of a lover, light caresses stroked Fluttershy's mane, tugged gently at her ears, and softly stroked the pegasus mare's nipples.

I… never really gave this much to other lovers, she thought, watching her dear pet squirm. I've always been able to, but nopony's been worth the gift before. Nopony's been this generous with me before. Fluttershy’s back curled as she moaned, her hips angling up to allow for better access. Words failed Rarity as she pumped the brush with a steady rhythm, the wooden handle glistening from her pet’s moist hole. Words failed, but her soul spoke with far greater eloquence. It was an art in itself, she realized, to see her friend of so many years unraveled with such primitive bliss. The kitten’s sex was such an eager sheathe…tight and wet…

Rarity’s mouth salivated, recalling the exquisite taste of Fluttershy’s marehood-- musky, sharp, and faintly sweet. Then an irresistible idea came to her, and she could feel her own sex dripping onto the bed--

Would the pegasus enjoy the taste of her owner just as much?

She smirked as she rose up and turned her body so that her hindlegs were planted at either side of Fluttershy’s head and tilted her pet's head with an incidentally gentle caress of her skillfully aggregate magic. The other mare’s happy moans faded as she gazed up at Rarity’s round backside over her muzzle.

The feeling of her body over Fluttershy's, like some noble lady of old over a defeated foe-- or more to the point, favored concubine… Magnifique! Rarity deftly utilized the folding multiplicity of her magic to make sure that Fluttershy's wings were comfortably between her fore and hind legs, remembering, Safety, always, safety, before all things, lest adventure become tragedy.

Outright smiling now, Rarity craned her head around and said, “I couldn’t help but notice there was something your lovely lips could be doing whilst I tend to you, darling. Be a dear and show Mama some of your tender attention?” She lowered her hips slowly.

If she thought that Fluttershy would hesitate in diving into her moist quim, she was sorely mistaken. Rarity just barely managed to release a happy hum instead of a delighted squeal, and if it wasn't for the nascent image of Lady Rarity forming in her head, she would have! She had already let her pet turn the tables on her once that night when the mischievous kitten had pounced her, putting a crack in her dominant mask. Now her sub would know her place-- on her back in the aurora of Rarity's magic, with Lady Rarity’s sopping cunt on her face like the gift that it was as she fucked her silly with a brush handle.

And Fluttershy seemed to understand the rare privilege she had, for her warm tongue was an avid explorer of her owner’s wet folds. She eagerly flicked Rarity’s inner lips. She lovingly trailed along the inside of her outer lips. She even ran the tip of her tongue down the inside of the vestibule to the unicorn’s awaiting hole, like she were trying to spread the juices of excitement.

Rarity was easily able to keep the brush moving with her magic, so her pet, as was proper, was never without her fulfillment, but she finally suffered a lapse in attention when she felt Fluttershy’s tongue slip inside her.

The fashionista gasped, her legs going weak and inadvertently allowing her hips to sink lower, all but smothering her pet in her crotch. The effect? An even deeper penetration, one that Rarity knew could not last (for she would suffocate her charge, and there was nothing safe or sane about that, goodness no) but Sweet Celestia did she adore the feel of Fluttershy’s long and devilish tongue deep inside her. So warm. So squirmy. So maddeningly stimulating.

Did… she… the bat… I--!

Rarity willed strength back into her hindlegs and lifted her hips up, but Fluttershy’s mouth seemed unwilling to part with her tasty new treat even a little, for she followed her owner’s rising cunt with naked hunger, her talented tongue slipping out of Rarity to slide its inexorable way to the unicorn’s swollen nub.

You minx! Oh, you devilish minx, I love it, damn you! The fashionista thought with rapture as she descended on her pet in kind, her mouth lovingly suckling on Fluttershy’s clit as the hairbrush moved with greater speed in and out.

The madness of their amalgamated desire seemed to overtake them. Rarity was blissfully giving in to the fevered momentum of their sex, the consideration for surface pretense such as roles forgotten. Climax was speeding toward them, clenching and sweating and sending magnificent twinges up and down their bodies. The white-hided unicorn could feel her partner stiffening beneath her, with wings flapping at their sides. She pressed her tongue harder against Fluttershy’s pleasure center, mewling absently with desire as her pet did the same.

Où puis-je finis, et ma chérie commencer?

As her long-awaited orgasm erupted inside of her like a burst from her Element of Harmony, Rarity screamed into Fluttershy’s flesh, her tongue stuttering, but still moving to bring her dearling to a similar end. It came only a moment later, with Fluttershy’s back arching, her wings flapping erratically. Despite her silent climax, Rarity could sense the other mare coming down, her chest heaving as she gave a few last affectionate licks of the unicorn’s winking marehood. The brush handle slid out, and the unicorn levitated it into her mouth, feeling indulgent bliss at the heady nectar that burst forth seductively on her taste buds. When the handle was licked clean, she set it aside.

Rarity felt a little reluctant to leave her pet’s quivering sex. It was even better tasting Fluttershy the second time around. But as if the universe were conspiring to intrude on their world, the fashionista could feel the weariness fall on her like a relaxing but ever so heavy blanket. With great effort, she rose up and turned around to lay at Fluttershy’s side. The pegasus immediately turned to curl into her. Rarity considered using her magic to slide the comforter out from under them and pull it over their bodies, but then her eyes fell shut, and all she could do was succumb to the contented sleep of one who had somepony to share the night with.

Her last thought was a cheery one: What better comforter than sweet amour?

Author's Note

From Troublesome Beast: Google and my co-author are wrangling, but Où puis-je finis, et ma chérie commencer? is intended to mean "Where do I end, and my sweetheart begin?" not, "Where can I finished, and honey to start?" That said, Rarity, while fluent, is not a native, and has read too many of the wrong kind of romance novels. You don't even want to hear her version of Neighponese.

From Nine: Oh, l'amour, l'amour, le goût sucré de lys et des roses sur ses lèvres, mon génial Celestia, ses lèvres et l'amour! according to Google is, "Oh, love, love the sweet taste of lilies and roses on her lips, my great Celestia, lips and love!"