Bobbins and Ballons.

(author's note: I apologize for any formatting errors, I originally wrote this on my Ipod, and just copy pasted it. That's the last time I'll do that...)

Rarity ran her long fingered hands over the dark violet fabric. Perfect, for the kind of dress she was planning on making. It would be flowing, but would still cling around the bust and torso, with a low cut neckline. She sat at her desk and quickly fell into her rhythm, and was deeply entranced by music of the sewing machine.

Plain cloth went in one end and beauty and perfection came out the other. Rarity was so wrapped in her work she didn't even notice when Pinkie Pie came bouncing in to her workshop, literally through the window, which by the way, was on the second floor. She had fashioned herself a pair of spring loaded sneakers that really shouldn't have worked but, as always Pinkie Pie just decided to ignore the laws of basic physics. Planning to surprise Rarity with a hug and a cupcake Pinkie jumped onto Rarity from behind.

Rarity's head smashed down into the desk and she nearly got her hand stuck in the sewing machine, which was still humming away at work. Slightly dazed after the impact, she did what any dignified lady would do in her situation, she shrieked at the top of her lungs. And then unlike ANY lady of her sophistication, she slugged her assailant in the jaw. After the incident with the "Diamond Dogs" gang, Rarity wasn't taking any chances. She figured that it was better to be a ruffian now, rather than a dead body later.

When she realized who it was she gasped and nearly fainted. Pinkie Pie was sprawled out on the floor with a smashed cupcake in hand.

"No! Anyone, anyone, but Pinkie!" she thought as her chest tightened at the thought of hurting her best friend, well, more than best friend to her. Pinkie was completely oblivious to the other girl's feelings for her.

When Pinkie awoke from a very strange, heavy sleep she looked around, the last thing she remembered was...

"Woopsies. Little ol' Pinkie forgot about Rarity being suuuuuper jumpy lately, well, not not as jumpy as me, because no jumps more than Pinkie Pie!" Pinkie said to her self aloud, far too cheerfully after just being decked. Wiggling her toes and stretching out she realized she was in Rarity's bed, she flushed hot as thoughts about being in
her bed entered her cloudy mind.

"No no no. Can't be thinking like that now can I? Rarity is defiantly not into girls, not after she went off about Prince Blue whatsamah call it," the twenty year old lectured herself, "He was a snoody face though, just wanted to get in her pants, or dress, or skirt, or what ever was was wearing at the moment, I guess. Wonder if he ever did? I wouldn't mind... No! Nuh Uh, Pinkiemena Diane Pie! No no no!"

Pinkie smacked her already pounding head to banish her fantasies about Rarity. "My best friend!" she scolded herself.

Just than, the object of her affection peeked around the door to her room. Only one thought traveled through the mind of Pinkiemena Diane Pie, and it wasn't very PG.

An awkward pause filled the room until Rarity opened the door, quickly moved over to her friend and expertly leaned down and... Pinkie Pie was lost in her fantasy when Rarity exclaimed dramatically, whilst standing over her, "Pinkie, my dear! How is you're jaw? I am terribly sorry about that, you startled me and I acted like a lowly street brawler, punching you upside the face, is there anything, anything at all, you need?"

"Yes, Rarity, come 'meer so Pinkie can show you what YOU need."

"Oh!" Rarity moaned as Pinkie stroked her finger ever so lightly
around the center of her body edging dangerously close to her...

Rarity shook her head and Pinkie Pie looked confused, "No? I can't have water? Ok. Uh wow, you look at little more beautiful than usual."

Rarity was wearing what she usually wore while working, plain skinny jeans with a white dress shirt. Her cuffs were unbuttoned and rolled to above her elbow and she had her red tailor's glasses on, which just pronounced her features just enough to be very enticing to Pinkie. A silver necklace with three diamonds was tucked in her shirt, but Pinkie knew it was there. She never went anywhere without it. Rarity had finished the very plain but, tasteful outfit with heeled boots that went up to her knee. Her indigo hair practically sparkled as the light hit her.

Where as, Pinkie Pie was wearing a very pink, flamboyant tutu, dark grey leggings, and suspenders, which were over her purple tee shirt that had a smattering of frosting on the shoulder. And her hair looked about as pouffy and pink as, well, nothing was nearly as pouffy and pink as her hair.

Pinkie mentally kicked herself, "Oh cupcakes! You really messed it up with that one!"

"Why yes I.. Um...," Rarity stumbled with her words,"Did yo- more than usual?"

The hot tingling sensation and the tightness increased substantially in the beautiful seamstress, to the point of it being a struggle not to break down and tackle the other girl in bed.

"Rarity? I, rea-," Pinkie started but paused. "I really. You know? I, you're like a cake to me! I really love
you and I also want you inside me!" she blurted out awkwardly, unable to contain herself any longer.

"Wow! Pinkie Pie way to be subtle on the subject! Now we'll never be friends again! And that was probably the LEAST romantic thing I could have said, who am I? Ditzy Do?" Pinkie thought as she felt hot tears well up in her eyes.

"You. What?" Rarity looked as though Pinkie had turned into a little pink pony, or she had just heard Fluttershy swear at someone. Then Rarity burst out laughing.

Pinkie blinked once, then twice, trying to hold back tears "Oh Pinkie, you always mess these things up." And promptly started crying into Rarity's soft pillow.

Rarity quickly stopped her laughter and walked over to Pinkie Pie, whose muffled sobs were breaking her heart, and sat on the edge of her bed. She began softly stroking that pink fluffball of a mane that girl called her hair. As Pinkie Pie's sobs turned to soft hiccups, as she noticed the soft touch of Rarity's to her back and head.

Quietly, very unlike herself, Pinkie ventured a question, "So you don't hate me? Like I hate..." paused scrunching her face in thought, "Hm what do I hate? Oh, I know! Er nope, never mind."

"Quite the contrare, my darling. How should I put it in a more lady-like terms?" Pinkie giggled at this. "I would like to em,
confess, that I have, well," she coughed,"I assume you know what I mean. I like you, more than a friend should, I suppose."

Shocked Pinkie bolted upright eyes wide, "Reallllly? Me?"

"Yes silly! Who else? Spike?" Rarity waved her hands in a slightly exasperated manner.

Both of them snorted at the thought of Rarity and Spike dating. Suddenly Rarity's grin faded and she approached the bed.
Pinkie confused, also stopped giggling. Rarity then smiled deviously, which was concerning to Pinkie because, usually that expression was displayed by Rainbow Dash right before a big prank. So she sat up propping her back up against the headboard and dried her eyes.

Before Pinkie Pie knew what was happening, Rarity was on top of her waist, straddling her, and Pinkie had her hands pinned to the headboard by a surprisingly strong young woman.

Rarity was two years older than Pinkie, a bit thinner, but about the same height. She looked like she couldn't hold down her hat on a windy day, but now Pinkie knew better, she had a very solid punch and could pin Pinkie Pie very easily, although the startled girl wasn't fighting her in the least.

Rarity's hot breath tingled on Pinkie's neck as nuzzled the curve of her throat.

Rarity murmured something into Pinkie's ear in a velvety tone, although Pinkie Pie didn't know what she said, it was still a nice feeling.

Rarity leaned in after a moment's pause, and kissed Pinkie softly at first, but still aggressively, declaring her dominance over the other girl.

Pinkie practically saw stars during the kiss. Finally, Rarity broke apart from the pink haired girl's lips, briefly, needing a breath.

Pinkie managed to moan out, begging for more. And Rarity consented with a rougher kiss and tightening her grip on Pinkie's hands, which kept trying to sneak away to feel Rarity's body, and to pull her closer.

Rarity began testing Pinkie's limits by carefully starting to probe the edge of the other girl's mouth with a explorative tongue. Without hesitation Pinkie opened her mouth to the dominate girl's use.

Rarity managed to clear her head long enough to realize how amazing Pinkie was at well, there weren't really any dignified terms for it, French kissing. She reacted in the most exquisite way to the girl, not to mention Pinkie had tasted of vanilla frosting and lollipops.

Unbeknownst to Rarity, Pinkie was having very similar thoughts about how Rarity knew just how to send waves of heat through her body and energy pulsing through her veins. Rarity tasted delicate, but intense and she thought, "Like peppermint and diamonds. If diamonds had a taste of course. Do diamonds have a taste? Is that why they are a girl's best friend?" Pinkie's random tangent of thoughts were interrupted as Rarity's lips crashed against her's once more, and she pressed her body up against Rarity's, needing as much contact as possible.

Pinkie Pie moaned into Rarity's mouth, unable to contain herself any more, and slipped free of Rarity's now more relaxed grasp. She pulled Rarity even closer, their bodies tingled in every place they touched and she opened her eyes, clouded by lust and need, to stare longingly into the darker azure eyes of the stunning, Rarity.

Hands suddenly slid up under Pinkie's shirt to the edge of her bra where she stopped, uncertain. Their eyes met once again, Pinkie's still filled with lust and pleading, Rarity's blazing with hidden unbridled passion.

"Please?" Pinkie begged. "Pretty please? I'll be extra good today," she added only slightly teasing.

Rarity paused deep in thought, and then asked seriously,"How far would you like to continue? I wouldn't want to impose myself on you dear." Rarity was comfortable with anything Pinkie Pie wanted, and she just didn't want to force her into anything.

"How far will you, if I'm good?" Pinkie winked and smiled goofily up at the slightly older girl.

Rarity considered this statement for a moment before saying with a wicked smile, "Not nearly as far as if you were bad, my dear." And with a quick kiss, although, it had a VERY French vibe to it, she got up and left.

Even though she was very confused as to what Rarity was doing, Pinkie fell into fantasies of Rarity having her way with her. Those nimble fingered delicate hands, searching and exploring her.

Soon, with a flourish, Rarity returned with a plain black duffle bag that she set on the side table.

"Ooooo! I looove guessing games! What's in the bag?" Pinkie tried to peek in, but to her dismay it was zipped tight.

Rarity was taking her boots off and her glasses were already nowhere to be found. She looked up and lightly smacked Pinkie's hands away from the zipper of the bag.

"No touching! Didn't you're mother ever teach you manners? Were you raised on a farm?"

Slightly stung, Pinkie Pie with a little less of her usual cheerful demeanor retorted, "Of course I was, silly pie! Why do you think I moved here? Farms are boooorrrrrring."

"Oh my! It wasn't meant as an insult, I'm terribly sorry to have offended you!" Rarity blushed, feeling truly sorry, she had forgotten her best friend lived with foster parents, Mr. and Mrs. Cake, ever since second grade or so. Currently she still lived in the upper floor of their bakery, earning her rent and pay by making the most scrumptious baked goods in all of Equestria.

After a silence that seemed to last a second, and all of time, Pinkie sat up and swung her legs out of bed. Approaching Rarity she offered her lips for Rarity's command, accepting her apology.

After several minutes of heavy, passionate, tongue battling, Rarity broke off and moved her hands to Pinkie's suspenders, which she slid off Pinkie's shoulders. The younger girl reach forward and began unbuttoning Rarity's, now crumpled, white dress shirt. Once Pinkie was done fumbling with the small buttons, the indigo haired girl wiggled her arms out of her shirt and tossed it aside, in an atrocious manner and it landed on a nearby lamp shade.

Standing in in her bra that was edged with lace, the older girl pulled Pinkie Pie's tee shirt off, revealing Pinkie's, of course, bright pink bra. Now practically growling, Rarity leapt onto Pinkie completely ravishing the other girl's mouth with hers. Reaching down while still keeping their lips glued together they began taking off each other's pants. (And tutu in one case.) Unfortunately the skinny jeans were stuck half way down Rarity's legs, and Pinkie was struggling to remove them. With a dramatic sigh that was slightly frustrated, Rarity helped peel the tight pants off.

Both girls looked each other up and down, drinking in the exposed flesh and undergarments. Until Pinkie Pie, impatient as always, squirmed causing her chest to move, which in turn caused Rarity to swiftly shove her down onto the bed.

After an unknown amount of heavy kissing and time, Pinkie reached her hands around Rarity's back and blindly fumbled around before unclasping her bra. She hesitated for a brief moment before slipping the undergarment off the older girl's chest and setting it on the bedside table. Rarity slipped her hands around the younger girl's back and she easily
removed the pink bra that prevented her from seeing one of two things she wanted.

Drawing a light line down the valley of Pinkie's chest, Rarity's eyes rested on the one article of clothing that stood in her way. Pinkie was panting by now, unable to contain herself, and Rarity seemed cool and collected, even though she was just as turned on as Pinkie was. Edging her finger painfully slow down to right below Pinkie's belly button, she stopped and lifted her light touch and began stroking up Pinkie's inner thigh. Stopping at the edge of Pinkie's panties she traced around the lace and then, pulled them off in one smooth movement. Pinkie gasped and flinched at the sudden move by Rarity.

Rarity was through with the foreplay. Roughly she moved two fingers into Pinkie's core, which elicited a slight gasp of pain which was instantly cut short by the pulsing pleasure that rolled though her body. Pinkie tried to remain composed, but a muffled moan escaped and Pinkie's hips bucked against Rarity's fingers. "What ever you're doing," a moan bubbled up before Pinkie Pie continued, "Ah, don't even think about stopping!"

Rarity never let up, egged on by Pinkie's desirable reaction, and continued to be sure no place inside her love had been left untouched. Rarity's thumb worked it's way over to a small nub and began gently teasing it at the same time as she continued to feel Pinkie's walls. She felt the other girl begin to tense and wetness slowly seeped from her. Rarity redoubled her efforts knowing Pinkie Pie was nearing climax. Pumping her fingers in and out in a precise manner the thrusts of Pinkie Pie's lower body fell in sync with her. Rarity's thumb rubbed harshly against the warm nub causing the other girl to squirm
at her touch. Suddenly Rarity stopped everything she was doing and removed her fingers, right as she felt her lover's walls begin to clench.

Pinkie growled," So close! Why'd you do tha-aaAAh" She stopped her complaint because a tongue had entered the field of play. It was so sudden and Rarity was skilled enough that it pushed her over. Pinkie roared out and grabbed Rarity's once perfect hair and pulled her in closer as Rarity ravaged the girl, devouring the flavorful juices that rushed out.

Once Pinkie came down from her high she slowly released the silky waves of hair. She panted mouth hanging open, tongue lolling out and eyes closed in bliss.

Removing her own panties and tossing them aside, Rarity licked her lips, savoring the last bits of molten Pinkie Pie. Pinkie leaned forward and they began kissing, heavily. This time it wasn't Rarity who broke it but Pinkie, who flipped Rarity over and pinned her down.

Eyes wide from surprise at the path Pinkie's mouth was traveling, down her body Rarity begged, "Please."

Pausing, Pinkie moved her face back up to Rarity's, "Pretty please with a cherry on top, and I'll think about it." She grinned the same wicked grin her lover had earlier and kissed the curve between her neck and shoulder.

Rarity wrestled free and pushed Pinkie down, kissed the edge of her ear and whispered in a irresistible voice, "Pretty please? With a cherry in top, of course, love. Maybe even, you on top?" before clamping her teeth on the lobe of Pinkie's ear, eliciting another of those moans of pure pleasure Rarity loved so much to hear. Before rolling over onto her back and resting her head on one of her many soft pillows.

"Sure thing, lemon meringue!" and without a moment's hesitation ducked down under the covers and right off the bat started using her mouth all over Rarity, and in her. Rarity's head rolled back, and her eyes closed and gripped her bedsheets almost shivering under Pinkie's touch.

Suddenly she heard the door open and a gasp. She sat up quickly, eyes snapping open, only to see Fluttershy standing in the doorway. Rarity yelped and quickly pulled the covers up around her bare chest, less to shield herself and more to shield her friend.