Fifty Shades of Rarity

By Somber

(I know anthro isn’t as good as feral but…)

Sophistication. Of all her friends, Rarity enjoyed feeling a slight edge of both social je ne sais quoi and worldly knowledge that allowed her to feel right at home in places like Canterlot and Manehattan. Ponyville would, of course, always be her home, but the confidence Rarity felt travelling abroad let her truly relax and absorb the setting of her surroundings. She could pick out the ebb and flow of city life, catch the subtle nuance and innuendo of city chatter, and absorb the styles of the various ensembles.

The Canterlot High Fashion Exposition had been a smashing success, if she could say so herself. And she did. Every five minutes. To anyone not yet struck deaf who happened to be hanging around the reception party following the awards. She hadn’t swept the awards… this year, but she’d placed in every category that mattered to her: dresses, art nouveau, and formal attire. She’d had her hands full trying for those three, and the recognition was sure to pay off quite handsomely.

“Rarity, are you still here?” One of her competitors, a peach colored earth pony with lavender mane spilling about her shoulder, asked as she held the stem of a glass of champagne lightly in her fingers.

“Darling, where else would I be?” Rarity said grandly, curling her finger around one crimson strap of her scarlet dress; so complimentary of her purple mane. “So very sorry you didn’t win the Nouveau category, Hemline. I’m afraid that there’s no way for cubes to look good on a pony. Now bubbles, on the other hand…”

Hemline’s fingers tightened momentarily on the glass, then relaxed a bit. “Yes, you did pull off a stunning submission, Rarity. Really, I have to wonder why you’re still here. I would have thought you’d be at the after party.”

“Beg pardon?” the white mare’s ears twitched as she became aware that there was something going on from which she’d been omitted. When Hemline’s smile widened a touch, the social alarms began to ring and she scrambled. “I… I mean, of course I’m going to the after party, Darling. I was just curious which after party you were referring to?” Rarity forced a carefree laugh. “So many choices, I simply can’t decide!”

“Why the after party at River Dancer’s. Anypony who’s anypony will be there. I was just about to head out that way myself, but I got caught up at the last minute,” Hemline said casually.

“River Dancer?” Rarity asked, the name vaguely ringing in her memory, but not landing on her list of ‘who’s who’ in Canterlot. Still, that didn’t mean they weren’t important. Rarity wasn’t even sure what an ‘afterparty’ was. Would she have to change? Ugh, it’d taken her all afternoon just to prepare for this party.

“Of course. She owns a fine chain of clothing stores throughout both Manehattan and Canterlot. I’m rather shocked you’d think twice.” Hemline said, her eyes widening in disbelief.

That rang a few bells. River’s Revelations! That was it. No longer cutting edge, but generally respectable. “Why of course not!” Rarity said with a grand smile. “I think I may pop over right now.” If it was a mess, she could pop right back to her room at the castle. Let the who’s who of Canterlot gossip about that! She paused and asked in a smaller voice, “Ah, what was the shortest way again?”

“Her home is over on Mountain Breeze Lane. Lovely pink manor. You can’t miss it.” Hemline said with a wry smile. “Why I just know they’d love to see you there.” Rarity weighed the social scales carefully. This party was rather past its apex; she’d circulated as much as she could and had planned to linger an hour longer before returning to her room at the castle. On the other hand, she could easily last another three hours, and if she had a round to make more contacts and get her name around Canterlot more… well… it seemed like she had little to lose and much to gain. Starched Hemline’s help was a bit curious, but Rarity honestly couldn’t see how Hemline stood to benefit. If this was a ploy to get her to leave early, well the most important critics and reviewers were already making their farewells. Gossip was always possible, but she didn’t need her to leave to start that! Perhaps it was a double ploy and she wanted Rarity to miss this ‘after party’?

There wasn’t much to lose, and who knew what she might gain? “Yes, I think I’ll head over that way shortly. Thank you ever so much,” Rarity replied grandly and started making her exit. As the mare made her farewells and meandered towards the cloakroom, a brown stallion frowned at Rarity in confusion.

“Oh my, where is she going?” he asked Hemline. “I fully expected her to linger for another hour or two glowing from the shine of her awards.”

“The after party, of course,” Hemline said smugly.

“Which?” he asked with a baffled expression. “Rose Garden’s? Ivory Spire’s?”

“River’s.” she answered, not taking her eyes off Rarity’s back till the unicorn slipped out the front door.

“Which ‘River’?” The stallion asked, furrowing his brow. “River Song? River Star?”

Hemline giggled softly before answering. “No. Dancer.”

“River Dancer’s?” The stallion pressed his fingers to his lips a moment. “Does she--?”

“No,” she answered, lips curling in glee.

The brown stallion’s eyes widened. “Oh my. She is in for a surprise...”

Rarity spent the entire cab ride wracking her brain for whom River Dancer was. There were number of ‘Rivers’ in Canterlot, and it was a dreadful task keep them all straight. Was she the-- no, that had been River Song. River Dancer was... she’d heard the mare’s name somewhere… but where? Some magazine article in Canterlot Culture a few months back? Oh, yes, she’d designed... no no, that was River Star. Or was it River Spirit? Had she been some pony she’d shaken hands with? She knew the dress line, but maddening little about the mare herself.

When the cab pulled up in front of the pink mansion, her apprehension rose. She couldn’t determine if it was tacky or tasteful. There was something vaguely… organic… about the structure. No right angles anywhere to be seen. Everything was curved and smooth. Still, from the huge collection of carts, wagons, and sky chariots parked outside, it was clear something significant was happening here. So she emerged, brushed out her fine red dress, adjusted her stole, and made her way towards the entrance.

A strapping, handsome earth pony butler took in her appearance with a calm, detached eye. “Ah, more guests. Are you on the list?” He asked as he pulled over a clipboard.

“Rarity Belle. I should be there,” she said with as much calm confidence as she could muster.

He glanced at the list, then back to her, then back to the list. “Excuse me,” he said as he stepped back inside and talked to somepony. Then he smiled generously, “The mistress will be here in just a moment, if you’d care to wait?” He gestured to several chairs inside the foyer.

“Gladly,” she replied, taking a seat on a red velvet chair. Her eyes roamed around the decoration. While she might have questioned the taste, there was no denying the wealth surrounding her. River Dancer absolutely had to be one of Equestria’s to do ponies. So why couldn’t Rarity nail down who she was? It was right on the tip of her tongue. Rarity scowled at the paintings of nude mares on the wall, done in a classic style, but they still made her blush a little. “Oh honestly, Rarity. It’s just a little bare painting. Stop being so flustered.”

Then a very strange pony walked down the hall towards Rarity. The dusky blue batpony walked with a sway of her hips that made Rarity swallow hard. A crimson silk robe rest on her lithe frame. Rarity knew this was definitely not River Dancer. There was no way Rarity could have forgotten a pony like this. She stared at Rarity with a gaze that made her feel nervous, as though she may have done something wrong.

“Ah! Miss Styx. The mistress?” the butler asked brightly.

“Occupied. Six at the moment. Can you believe it?” the blue bat pony said with a smile and a shake of her head. Then she regarded Rarity with the most peculiar look; Rarity herself couldn’t nail it down. Speculative? Cautious? Calculating?

“Oh dear. I hope she doesn’t strain herself,” the butler said, then gestured to Rarity. “This young mare said she is here for the… ah… party. She’s not on the list.”

“Rarity Belle,” Rarity said, offering her hand. The blue bat pony took it, and simply held it, her eyes gazing into Rarity’s as her smile grew slightly and her features set to calm approval. “I… ah… heard this was a divine celebration and I’d hate to miss it.” Though, now, Rarity was feeling like perhaps returning to the castle would have been a better choice.

“Rarity. The designer? Sweetie Belle’s sister?” she asked, and when Rarity nodded, the dusky blue mare smiled even more. “Interesting...” she chewed on a finger for a few seconds, then said causally. “Well, I certainly think the festivities could entertain one more. Things are winding down from the peak regardless.” She strolled back down the hall and Rarity relaxed and followed her. This was more familiar. Go in. Introduce herself to the host. Some polite flattery. Receive some polite flattery. Mingle and get a who’s who of the guest list. If this was a collection of noponies, then ‘remember’ a missed engagement and tastefully bow out. Simple.

The blue batpony led her out into a courtyard with a large pool in the center. From the classical music playing, she was certain that it would be a formal arrangement. Hopefully they had canapés… “You can give your clothes to Bubbles over there,” the batpony said as Rarity closed her eyes and prepared her entrance.

The statement evoked a laugh, “Why in Equestria would I want to give—“ and she froze as she beheld the sight before her.

It was as if a rainbow sea were moving before her, rising and falling with a soft sigh of tides. At least two dozen ponies, probably more, groaned and slipped and rubbed and thrust and…. and… a sweet yet musky scent rose from the glazed stallions and mares as they lapped and licked and spurted on one and another. She watched a trio of mares engaged in slow and sensual lickings of each other’s moist nether flesh. A pair of stallions suckling each other’s members. A mare with all three primary orifices occupied by a phallus.

More disturbing still were the mares and stallions not engaged in conjugality. They sat on divans and lounges, talking animatedly as they would at any social gathering, but utterly nude, their bodies speckled and smeared by intimate fluids. The music could have been at any garden party. The buffet any reception. And these weren’t pegasi, for whom casual nudity was normal. In fact, the pegasi in attendance wore naughty little outfits that seemed calculated to titillate. No, these were nude unicorns...

Rarity wasn’t an ingénue; she knew what sex was in clinical terms. She’d also decided, early on, that it wasn’t for her. After all, if a mare bent over and lifted her tail too often, she’d never get a prince. And even after she’d discarded that dream, her career made sex far too complicated and annoying a concept. Far more important to get established than to find somepony for carnal engagements. No, sex was something that would happen someday…

She just hadn’t expected it all at once. She opened her mouth to say there’d been a terrible mistake, but nothing came out. She wanted to run, but her legs just quivered. Then she looked over at the batpony as she slipped off the red silk robe. Her supple and trim body was the equal of any model, her breasts moderately sized and firm atop her chest, her posterior athletic and firm and decorated by a single red drop for a cutie mark, but it was the vicinity of her pelvis that Rarity stared, for instead of a feminine curve, a semi turgid phallus dangled.

The mare smiled at her, as if she could sense Rarity’s shock. “Aren’t you going to undress? It’d be a shame to stain such a lovely outfit.” She said as she passed her robe to an earth pony servant dressed in an utterly revealing maid’s uniform.

The question got her battered, broken brain to start limping towards thoughts of flight. “I… I… prior engagement… totally sorry… completely slipped my mind…” she said as she turned away from the carnal festivities before her.

“Rarity?” a stallion asked, freezing her in place. She turned as if gravity itself, irresistible and inevitable, forced her to look. The white stallion was one she’d known well, but she’d never seen his endowments before. Fancypants undressed was a little softer than she anticipated around the middle, his white member dangling down between his legs. On his arm was his lovely wife Fleur, her pristine and youthful body gleaming with... it took a few seconds for her mind to process her shock... with far more semen than one stallion could possibly possess. A stunned portion of her mind wondered how she’d afixed pearls so seamlessly to her hide. Fancy Pants brightened immediately. “By the stars, it is you! Why, I had no idea you were an attendee to dear Dancer’s naughty little soirées.”

Rarity’s mouth opened and closed as a terrified little mewl struggled in her throat. Flee and insult one of the premier social ponies in all of Canterlot? Perhaps Equestria?” Rarity’s wide eyes scanned the crowd and spotted other ponies she knew. Jetset and Upper Crust was here, the stallion balls deep in a mare that wasn’t his wife, and she suckling a cock that wasn’t her husband’s. Even Blueblood was here, cuddling with a pegasus stallion in the corner. Rarity fought to keep from passing out. This was a social nightmare!

The blue batpony reached out and took Rarity’s hand. “This is her first time, I believe.”

Immediately, the two gave an ‘oh’ of comprehension and looks of sympathy. “Ah yes. There’s a certain period of adjustment needed, to be certain. Why when we first attended, we wore masks and cloaks as if we were conspiring against the throne, all to have such wicked, naughty fun,” Fancy Pants said casually and then leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek. “Since we started attending though, I must say my life is quite for the better. And yours too, I imagine.”

Fleur gave a soft murr and blush before looking at Rarity. “Once you learn to let yourself go, it can be immense fun.” She looked to the side and bit her lip a moment, squirming against him. “Speaking of fun….” She said as she eyed a stallion talking to a mare.

“Go, my dear,” Fancy Pants said, giving her a playful swat on the rump. The pale unicorn mare flushed and trotted away before Fancy Pants looked to Rarity. “You will stay, won’t you?”

Rarity’s mouth moved mutely once again. “I… I…” the usual excuses seemed even more flimsy than before. Then she glanced at the strange mare stallion batpony. “You don’t expect me to…” she gestured over to were Fleur was fondling a stallion’s member as if it were as casual as a handshake.

“Of course not. We’d never pressure anyone into doing anything with another they don’t want,” she said calmly, her red eyes gazing warmly into Rarity’s. “We don’t want our guests to feel uncomfortable.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Rarity muttered, blushing bright red. She chewed on a fingernail as she thought about it. It was odd that the thinking was making her moister than any romance ever had. She’d read such things in her tawdryest novels. Now to actually do them...

Styx went on. “No is a sacred word. If you tell a pony no, and they don’t stop, they will be stopped and banned from any further events. And if anyone ever gives you trouble outside an event,” the batpony said, then went silent and grinned, flashing bright white fangs that Rarity found almost as disturbing as the sex.

Rarity mentally weighed the pros and the cons. There were at least two dozen on the con side, everything from social humiliation to what if her friends discovered what she was doing. There was only one pro, and it was the fact that everypony seemed to be having a truly wonderful time. It made some lonely part of her wonder if, maybe, she was missing out on something.

She took a deep breath and adopted as carefree a tone as she could manage. “Oh… I suppose… what could it hurt? Ha. Ha. Ha.” She reached down with trembling fingers and pulled her dress carefully up. Be suave. Be sophisticated. It was like undressing for a bath at the spa… only the spa didn’t smell like sweat, semen, and something sweet she couldn’t quite identify. When her dress was to her thighs, she froze, at some moment of final indecision. Drop the dress and go back to her life and try to pretend like she’d never come to this place, or…

Or what?

She pulled the dress up over her head in one yank, nearly tearing the poor thing. Then she handed it to a nearby pegasus servant. She closed her eyes, breathing deep before she magically undid the clasp to her simple blue silk bra and let come undone. It was just being exposed… what was so wrong about that? Pegasi often didn’t wear clothes at all. How many times had she seen Rainbow Dash and Applejack nude? This was no different… except it was completely different. Before she could let herself get any more twisted up inside, she pulled the garment away. Then, before she could lose her nerve utterly, she slipped her dark blue silk panties off her hips, down her thighs, and off her hooves.

Oh Celestia! She was naked! With other ponies! Her heart raced, and yet a perverse thrill ran through her as well. Her legs squeezed together like a vice. She opened her eyes, certain that every eye was going to be staring right at her unmentionables. She had to cover herself up! Cover everything up!

Instead, the party went on without her. She was just another naked unicorn surrounded by dozens of other naked ponies. Certainly, she was a lot cleaner than almost everypony else here. Rarity knew that in today’s world a mare could do anything she wanted, but a good looking mare could do it twice as easily. Long hours working and occasional missed meals had given her a thin figure by default. Her breasts were moderate, firm, and perky. Larger than Rainbow Dash and Applejack, smaller than the rest of her friends. Otherwise, her alabaster hide was brushed and clean, other a few mussed lines from her undergarments. Only two or three others looked on with approval as she stepped out of her panties, levitating them to the servant. Her head floated a little as she looked at Styx then at Fancy Pants.

“Bravo,” Fancy Pants said with a smile.

“Is it so bad?” Styx asked with a chuckle.

“I… rather thought more ponies would stare.” A part of her felt a touch indignant as she looked around, tension ebbing a little.

“Well, most of them are rather distracted,” Fancy Pants chuckled. “Care for a drink?” Rarity nodded numbly.

“I see a mare I need to play with,” Styx said, glancing over at Rarity and grinning a little. “We should talk later, if you like.” And with that the batpony strode off.

They took a seat in a corner and a server brought them champagne and canapes. Rarity sat apprehensively, certain that at any moment ponies would point, gasp, and stare. She knew with utter certainty she wouldn’t be… doing anything she saw around her… but she relaxed bit by bit. Now that the panic passed, a satisfied little purr of naughtiness settled in her chest, aided by the fine bubbly.

“I assume you didn’t know about this little soirée?” Fancy Pants chuckled.

Rarity flushed and shook her head. “Hemline said I should come and check out the ‘after party’.”

Fancy Pants frowned a little. “She shouldn’t have done that. I’ll speak to the others to remind her about the rules. Usually attendance to these gatherings is by invitation only, and members are not to discuss them with anyone who hasn’t been invited. Applicants are screened for medical issues, cleanliness, and sophistication before they’re allowed as far as you’ve gotten. There are also legal forms as well. I’m rather shocked Styx allowed you in, but she’s an important pony in these social circles.”

“But so are you!” Rarity gasped, then flushed. “I mean… Fancy Pants, however did you start… this?” She gestured to the orgy around her.

Fancy Pants sighed and regarded her frankly, “My dear, I am married to a mare almost a third my age with twice the sex drive of my last two wives. How does this story end?”

Rarity opened her mouth, closed it before she could say something inane and utterly untrue, and then said softly, “Well… I… um… she goes looking for… erm… companionship?”

“Indeed. Then there’s scandal and divorce and gossip,” he said with a sigh. “Fleur is a wonderful, beautiful companion, but there is no chance I would ever be capable of satisfying her needs.” He gestured around them. “This gathering only happens once a season. So we come here and she is able to scratch an itch as vigorously as she likes that I cannot. It’s a release for her, which prevents her from doing something foolish and me from something cruel.” His gaze hardened a touch. “After all, that’s how my last two marriages resolved.”

Indeed. She’d read the tabloids articles of the messy divorces. “But couldn’t she just… have less? I mean she must have been wearing the semen of a half dozen stallions!” Rarity said, bright red, wondering how such a thing must feel.

“More, likely. And she does have less, for three months. How could I deny her this indulgence four times a year?” He asked with a gentle smile, watching her fondly. “I get to have her all to myself for the next ninety days.”

That did make a certain kind of sense. An occasional fling might help relieve some of the stickier aspects of such a marriage. Still… “It just seems… messy. Do you… I mean…?” she gestured vaguely at the mare.

“Oh not really. This is mostly for Fleur. There’s a mare or two who helps keep me trim at these events. Usually I spend my time chatting with the socialites who attend. Drives those not in the know absolutely mad with envy that they were not included.”

Rarity couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Yes, that would be amusing, wouldn’t it?” She stared at the goings on. While it was clear most of the attendees had… recreated… most weren’t engaged. Oh there was quite a bit close cuddling. But it could have been the Canterlot garden party with a little imagination… okay, quite a bit of imagination.

The white unicorn looked over at Styx. Her dusky member was erect and she was firmly sodomizing a stallion who appeared quite in bliss. From the position, Rarity spotted the feminine slit beneath her tail hole. “And… what is… who is…?”

“Styx? She’s…” Fancy Pants frowned, and then smiled as he settled on, “unique. I understand there’s some dark magic in her lineage. Quite scandalous, no? She appeared two years ago, and she seems to have a knack for knowing who valuable attendees are. Indeed, she contacted Fleur and myself when we started having marital stress.” Rarity shivered a little. Was that why she’d allowed Rarity to come in? Had she sensed she was like…? Rarity looked over at the pale unicorn as a stallion she’d been fellating coated her horn in thick sticky seed and Rarity shivered.

The problem was, while her rational mind knew all of this was supposed to be disgusting, obscene, and insulting… she couldn’t quite get there. The fact was, for all its awkwardness, these ponies were enjoying themselves. Nopony was being forced. And while she found the amount of sexual fluids excessive, a treasonous part of her wondered what it would be like to… join in?

“Well, this has been a most… unexpected evening,” Rarity said primly, taking that treasonous part of her mind and strapping it down, throwing it into a closet, and boarding it over. “I’ll honor the wishes of this little event and keep it to myself, but I don’t think I’ll attend again. I suppose I can understand your reasons for being here but I… don’t… think…” Rarity trailed off as Fleur joined the pair at their table. An almost tangible pong of stallion coated her, a contented smile lingering on her lips.

“Sated, Darling?” Fancy pants asked genially.

“Mmmm… almost, love,” the svelte mare answered, fluttering her lashes as she reached down and cupped his white stallionhood, starting to rub it. Fancypants shifted to allow her easier access and Rarity felt her blood pressure spike as she watched him rapidly harden.

“You’re… you’re going to do it here… now?” Rarity squeaked as Fleur watched with amusement and Fancypants with gentle understanding. Then she realized how immature she must sound, coughing and fighting her flush. “I mean… of course you are. That’s what ponies are doing here, after all.”

“Rarity, if I may be so bold, are you a virgin?” Fancy Pants asked as he shifted back, spreading his legs so that Fleur could begin stroking his ivory staff with her tongue. He let out a little shiver as the pointed, pink length stroked slowly up and down his length, leaving a glistening layer.

Rarity stared as she answered. “Well, there’s no need to say it like it’s a bad thing,” she muttered, flushing. “And I’m not a total ingénue! I mean… I’ve done…” she gestured at the mare, who arched a brow, then smiled as she suckled on the end of Fancypants’s member. “And...um... with a mare... Just… licking.” She said, now flamingly red. She was usually a better liar than this. “Nothing more than that, mind you! I realized early on that I had a career and plans and I couldn’t lift my tail every chance I liked.”

“Of course,” Fancy Pants demurred.

“And I wanted… well… it was a silly want,” Rarity said lightly, rolling her eyes a little before she chewed on her lip. Fleur’s mouth began to bob on the pale while member and Rarity felt a wet shiver in her pelvis as she stared.

“What did you want?” Fancy Pants asked, then closed his mouth and let out a groan. “Oh, dearest, that’s so wonderful.”

Rarity flushed but couldn’t look away. “Marriage. A fine marriage to a prince. So I knew I couldn’t be… well… like other mares who got to have lots of sex. Or any sex. I had to be pure and chaste. And when I abandoned that dream, I never really… erm… fooled around.”

“Business, of course,” Fancy Pants said with a sympathetic smile.

Fleur released the stallion’s member with an almost comical pop. “Mmmm, we were getting that way too,” she said as she rose and climbed atop the reclining stallion. He held her hips to keep her steady. Rarity had an utterly unobstructed view of their intimates, and couldn’t tear her eyes away. “So many social events, and so little time for fun.” Slowly, the sticky inseminated unicorn lowered herself on to him. Rarity bit her finger, but on the other hand, almost as if possessed, her hand pressed against her tight folds. Sweet Celestia, she could feel her own excitement at watching the white tip press against Fleur’s petals and slowly sink inside. It seemed to take forever for her to slowly sink down upon it.

She wanted to make some kind of comment to alleviate her embarrassment; some observation that would allow her to pretend that she was sophisticated, unshaken, and in control. All that emerged, “Isn’t it icky when so many have… erm… squirted in her?” The lameness of the question made her feel like a foal. Of all the things to ask.

Fleur gave Rarity an arch little smile, her fingers tightening on Fancy’s shoulders as if stressing her possession of the stallion. “Only mon cherie gets to fill up my chalice.” She lowered her hand to rub over her navel. That was the last she spoke as she set to riding him with abandon. Rarity could scarcely breathe as she witnessed the carnal act. The sounds and odors intoxicated her as she watched, and from the smile on the noble ponies, they quite enjoyed her watching. Rarity felt warmth blossoming inside her, sprouting like a magnificent tree.

Fleur’s head fell back as Fancy’s sack drew tight and suddenly the older stallion began gasping and pumping his hips desperately up. Fleur let out a cry of delight as she bore down upon him, and Rarity cried out as she watched the two. For several seconds all anypony could do was revel in the mutual bliss. Ragged breaths where drawn in, pushing away the sensation of fainting. Rarity watched as rivulets of white seed dripped out from where they joined.

“Darling, I love you more than life itself,” Fancy Pants finally rasped as he gazed up at his wife with an expression of a young stallion.

“Cherie,” she replied, kissing him as she remained impaled upon his staff. “I hope you enjoyed it, my love.” Then her eyes swept over to Rarity. “Clearly, she did.”

Rarity blinked at those baffling words, then realized her fingers were utterly soaked. The looked down at where they pressed hard upon her sodden folds, her treacherous legs splayed lewdly wide. She gave out an eep and closed them with a furious blush, but that did nothing to halt her shivering insides or the warm wet creeping down along the bottom of her thighs.

I didn’t just do that. This is a dream. A wonderful, erotic dream. I’m going to wake up in my bed and feel horribly embarrassed and never think of this again. But it wasn’t a dream, and as Fleur and Fancy Pants kissed and cuddled, she felt a roaring monster of envy cry out that it wasn’t fair. She should get that. Have that. Feel that. Instead, she kicked and shoved the monster back into its battered cage.

“This way,” the batpony said in her ear. She blinked at the strange hermaphroditic batpony and limply took her hand. “Things are winding down. Guests will be cleaning up and leaving.”

“Oh. I see…” Rarity swallowed. “I guess I missed all the… fun,” she said lightly as the blue batpony took her hand. Rarity paused, staring at the ‘mare’s’ erect member, her small and firm breasts, and her barely visible slit, spread slightly by her wide stance. Her blue eyes wandered helplessly over the other pony. She wanted to do… something… but she couldn’t with a complete stranger… but she wanted to… but she should save herself for marriage… but she wanted… but she had a career… but… but what would her friends say? Back and forth Rarity fought with herself.

Styx took her other hand and squeezed them. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yes darling. Perfectly…” Rarity started to say when she stopped and gazed into Styx’s soft teal eyes. “P…perfectly…” Think of it. You can’t. You can’t! Not here. Not now. Not like like. “P… P…” Rarity shook, her hands squeezing the batpony’s hands as tears began to creep from her eyes.

Then the mare stepped closer and wrapped her arms around Rarity, holding her close as she’d hadn’t been held... ever. Never had she been held so intimately by another pony; she’d held Fluttershy this way many time, but never received such a wonderful sensation. Breast to breast, tummy to tummy... that unfamiliar firm maleness poking up just under her navel. She flushed a little but didn’t pull away for several more minutes. “Thank you. That was... appreciated,” Rarity stammered as she averted her eyes, brushing her mane nervously as she tried to look anywhere but... down there.

“Would you like to talk?” the blue batpony asked as she walked away from the others cleaning themselves with warm towels and magic.

“About what? Sex?” Rarity said with a smile and a roll of her eyes. “Oh, that’s not really necessary. I mean... it’s just... sex.”

The blue batpony arched her brow, “Just sex?”

Rarity flustered and swallowed, now not sure what the proper response should be. “Well, yes. That’s what was going on, after all. No big deal.” Why couldn’t she stop blushing? “Bit A going into bit B. Nothing more to it.”

“I see,” Styx said, with a faintly disappointed tone. “Well, I hope you had a good night then.”

Rarity suddenly swallowed and piped up, “Um, if I may ask... the next soiree... it’s in three months?” Styx gave a little nod and smile. “Ah! Well then I’ll have to check my schedule. I might be able... if everything works out... if... perhaps... I mean it’d be a shame not to share Fancy Pants’s company.” She’d already been seen here once. What harm would it be to come back a second time?

Styx relaxed and smiled warmly. “I hope you do. Might even partake in the fun?” she suggested with a little wink, turning Rarity pink immediately.

“Oh... I... well... that... um...” she stammered, tapping her fingers together and glancing at the nude batpony’s body. “Maybe?” she squeaked in a tiny voice.

Author's Note

I'm really sorry if it's terrible! Ferret made me post it! This was something I wrote back in second 4 so please forgive me. I'll post more if it's okay.

Also, thanks Ferret for bugging me till I put it up.

Hope it's okay.