Fifty Shades of Rarity

Back in Ponyville the next morning, there wasn’t the slightest hint that she’d attended an orgy, of all things. Part of her shivered in utter mortification of this fact, and whimpered in fear of what might happen should anypony find out. Yet a tiny, salacious part of her wanted to mention it to Twilight Sparkle as they shared morning tea. Or let slip an innuendo or two to Fluttershy during their spa visit that something... naughty... had happened in Canterlot the other night.

Of course she didn’t. That rebellious little urge would be the death of her. Still, she found her eyes tracing along the trim bodies of the spa ponies in a way she never had before. Ponies had never really had a sexual dimension to her. Oh, she’d known they likely were sexual in some way or another, and knew that sexuality was an important, even vital, aspect to her many clients. She wasn’t likely to invest in asexual harnesses for mares anytime soon. But it had never applied to her. There was always a wall separating Rarity from other ponies, and even if she might flutter her eyelashes to get what she wanted, she knew it would never, ever happen.

Except now, as she eyed the pink and blue mares wearing only their aprons, a tiny, treacherous part of her wondered if perhaps she should.

Not with Fluttershy, of course. Not even that naughty kernel inside her dreamed of that. Fluttershy was too fragile and their friendship... well... it would change. And what if her other friends found out? The topic had never come up casually, and all her finishing school had taught her that a mare simply did not bring up such subjects. How would it? “By the way, Fluttershy? Would you like to discuss sex?” Ugh, not even her romances were so crude.

But Lotus and Aloe... what if... what if... she had no idea how mares would do such things, or if she was even interested in such! But what if? What if?

Those two words tormented her when she returned to Sugarcube Corner. Sex... what had she been missing? What had she been denying herself? And the more she thought of it, the more she felt a tingle inside her. It was like a single string of finest silk running just behind her navel. Every time she thought back to the other night, it gave the tiniest little tug. Then another. Then another. And so, in the early afternoon, as she tried to focus on her latest order, she felt a distinctly odd warmth welling up from her lady parts. It certainly wasn’t the first time. Usually she buried such moments beneath work or public affairs where such distractions could be ignored.

But what if? What if she didn’t ignore it?

“Oh, this is patently ridiculous!” she said as she removed her horn rimmed glasses. “Rarity, get a hold of yourself.

Tug.

“You’ve got far too much to do to indulge in such silly... things...”

Tug.

“Now stop that!”

Tug.

Rarity slumped against her sewing machine. “Ugh... I can’t believe I’m even thinking about this!”

Tug tug tug.

What if... what if...

Rarity rose and walked to the window. It was a slow day. She normally never had clients this time of the afternoon. Sweetie was out with her friends. Her friends hadn’t RSVPed her. Her hand drifted down the front of her blue sun dress, as if tugged by that invisible string. Her fingers traced over her navel, curled against the fabric, and wandered slowly down towards the fork in her legs. A shiver ran through her, as if that string had just been plucked.

What if... what if...

Rarity walked quickly down to the Boutique door, putting up a sign that she’d be back in half an hour. Paused, and snatched it back, advancing it to an hour. Her heart was pounding as she raced back up the stairs, but when she stepped into her bedroom, a strange hesitation held her back. When was the last time she’d done... well... anything like this?”

Years. Years and years. Not since finishing school... and that’d been such a disaster! The closest she ever came were the buttery sensations inside her while reading her romances. Now she slowly walked towards the mirror in the corner of her bedroom. She chewed her lower lip, folded her hands behind her back, and toed the carpet behind her as she gave the coy look she gave stallions who were too eager for her liking, but she still wanted to be friendly to. “Oh goodness gracious, Rarity. If you’re going to do it then do it! You’re a grown mare!”

Rarity unbuttoned her dress and closed her eyes, then levitated it slowly off her frame... as if ready to yank it back over her frame at the slightest excuse. That excuse never came. And so she folded it carefully and set it aside, now regarding herself in just her blue lacy bra and panties. Unicorns had a... different relationship with clothes. Pegasi almost never wore clothes. Fluttershy would never blush walking around the market utterly exposed. For fliers, heavy clothes simply slowed them in the air, tangled their wings, and generally was quite unpleasant. Earth ponies wore clothes on a practical level. It wasn’t unusual for Applejack to wear a vest, hat, and gloves and call that good.

But unicorns were expected to be dressed at all times. Rarity had been disciplined more than once by parents and teachers for lewd exposure. Carnality was linked implicitly with nudity. It was one reason why her clothes were always in demand. Rarity cupped one firm breast with one hand and rubbed her crotch with the other, making that string tremble, but not hum. Thinking back to the other night, she carefully undid the clasp and bared her firm handfuls. Not so large as Fluttershy or Twilight... a legacy of missed meals and watching her weight.

Her fingers pinched and rolled her nipples, and now she shivered as the string began to purr. She closed her eyes, thrusting her rump back, and closing her eyes as she let out a soft groan of delight. Each touch was like silken fire, and she straightened a little as the novelly gave way to a more steady thrum of delight. The stroke of her nipples was teasingly wonderful, but the pinching made her smile, blush, and fidget ever so slightly.

Her hands then stroked down along her side to her panties and gently pushed them down around her ankles. Kicking them off her hooves, her hands reached down and formed a V around her pelvis. Now her smile turned more contemplative. She held her sex as if it were a recently discovered treasure, fingers curling before her palms slid slowly back and forth.

Twice she’d gotten caught playing with herself. Mother had chastised her, saying she was too young to do that and no filly worth her horn would ever do such a thing. Father had just turned up the volume on the Hoofball game. Worse was the one time she’d been caught in finishing school. Then she’d been humiliated. She was a gross, icky mare. She’d have three foals in three years for sure. She’d never get a good husband, let alone a prince.

Now those painful memories echoed like teasing chants, and she almost put her clothes back on as they whispered to her. But then she steeled. She may not be a princess, nor at prim and proper finishing school, but it was her body and this was her house and she was going to have fun with herself, damn it!

Rarity then parted her legs even more, shifted her hips forward, and parted her folds like she was a filly years ago. It was... a hole. A space she’d neglected and dismissed as icky. Something used only for excretion! Certainly nothing special. Yet as she tentatively worked her fingers into herself, she tugged the folds aside little by little, as if discovering some new country. And every touch made that string behind her navel sing. Even these awkward brushes made her hips warm and filled the air with a tantalizing scent. And last night, she had seen what it could be used for.

And Rarity closed her eyes, gripped the mirror with one hand, pressed two fingers to her folds, and pushed in. And as she did, music rose inside her like she’d never imagined. She felt the edges of her fingers rasp against something that sent a fountain of delight spraying inside her. In and out those two fingers worked, and she lifted her face and reveled in the wonderful wet heat that vibrated in her pelvis. In and out. In and out. Such a simple, repetitive motion. Such a delightful sensation.

After several minutes, she could feel that string growing tighter and tighter inside her. She rubbed a touch slower, almost afraid at the building intensity. When it subsided, she sped back up again, pushing her towards the peak once more. Was she doing it right? Was something wonderful going to happen? Her mare’s magazines were always dreadfully vague on the specifics of what was supposed to happen, only that it was supposed to be the best thing imaginable. Maybe she needed a toy or to lay down or...

Her perfectly manicured fingernail rasped over... something... as that string that had drawn painfully tight inside her belly suddenly snapped, and it was as if something had broken free inside her. Up and down it rolled, and as it moved it exploded like magical fireworks inside her. It was all Rarity could do to stand as the potent, wonderful sensation blasted through her, and she had to grip the mirror to keep from falling over. Wet dripped from her sweet sex, and for a baffled moment she thought that she would swoon in delight. Again and again her muscles twitched as spasm after spasm made her body sing in delight.

She opened her eyes and stared at a beautiful sight: herself, lusty and lovely and alive. Her thighs were streaked with evidence of her sexual desire, and it filled the air with sweet, delicious scents. She panted, her firm bosom rising and falling as that sharp, intense pleasure diffused to a more pervasive warm glow in her pelvis, rising along her spine and tingling along the backs of her thighs.

“Oh my,” she murmured to herself. “I do think this deserves a little more... exploration.”

And so she did.

She tried in on her back, legs spread wide like a snowflake as her fingers made her melt. She tried it on her side, almost casually diddling herself. She tried stroking her snowy hide with her free hand as her other teased more pleasure from her body. After each, she would need to rest and let the soreness and sensitivity abate before she began again. Time lost all meaning as she pinched and rubbed and stroked herself. She pressed her face into a billow, rump in the air, tail flipped up as if for an absent lover, as both hands rubbed at her entrance. Bliss. Such bli—

“Rarity?” Sweetie Belle asked from the door. “What... what are you doing?”

Rarity froze and peeked at her younger sibling in mortification. How long had she been standing there? How much had she seen? It didn’t matter; right this instant she was seeing Rarity nude, exposed, in the midst of indecency. Dressed in her skirt and blouse Rarity had made for her, her round eyes showed she’d moved past amused bafflement to the dread that somehow she’d done something wrong. One hand covered her own crotch as she stared at her sister’s for a few more seconds, and then, blushing in mortification, lowered her eyes.

A horrible part of her wanted to scream at her. Hurt her. Make certain that Sweetie Belle never, ever, dared come into her room. Just as mother did when she’d walked in on Rarity naked, touching her budding breasts. Hurt her as she was hurt, and then later lecture her on how important it was to be proper and not lewd and disgusting like other pony kinds, who trotted around exposed and did all sorts of inappropriate things because they weren’t as dignified as unicorns.

She almost did.

Instead she rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. She couldn’t begin to hide her blush, but she would not... would NOT... inflict on Sweetie what others had inflicted on her. Unicorn sexuality was, until today, something that was taboo and forbidden, but she refused to made Sweetie Belle ashamed of her own body parts. “Come here, Sweetie. I’m not mad,” Rarity said as she patted the foot of the bed beside her.

Sweetie lifted her eyes. “You’re not?” she asked, surprise clear in her voice.

“I’m not. Though you should never go into other pony’s bedrooms without their permission,” Rarity added, unable to suppress those basic manners. “Why didn’t you knock?”

“I did,” Sweetie said as she walked slowly over and sat on the end of the bed. “Twice. All I heard was you moaning. I thought you were hurt.” Oh! Well, she had been very distracted that last time... Sweetie stared at her bare sister and flushed. “Why... why are you naked, Rarity? Mom says... well... she said...”

“She said ‘no unicorn mare anywhere goes anywhere bare.’ I remember.” Rarity said. “And I also remember her saying we should never be naked like how pegasi or earth ponies are sometimes.” And Rarity herself had said similar things too. She reached over and stroked her sister’s mane. “I was making myself feel... nice. It’s something that... that ponies do.”

“By rubbing down there?” Sweetie Belle squeaked as she pointed at Rarity’s pelvis. “Rarity! You pee from there!”

Rarity flushed but smiled. Funny, she’d thought the same thing just hours ago. “And I eat with my mouth, but that doesn’t mean I can’t sing too.” She swallowed and continued at Sweetie’s baffled gaze. “Your body is a wonderful thing that can feel many things intensely, darling. Many of the sensations are quite delightful. But... well... some ponies are ashamed of them. They think that they should be covered up and ignored because if we let ourselves enjoy them, that bad things would happen.”

Sweetie Belle bit her bottom lip as she fidgeted a few seconds, and then lowered her eyes to her knees. “Scootaloo and Applebloom wonder why I never have them over at Mom and Dad’s. I... dunno how to tell them they wouldn’t be welcome.”

“A lot of unicorns aren’t comfortable being nude, and some aren’t good around pegasi and earth ponies who are. We enjoy status, and if you don’t wear clothes, it's rather hard to show if you’re more important than others.” Rarity sighed, putting her arm around Sweetie’s shoulders. “They’re also afraid it will lead to sex.”

“Sex? What’s that?” Sweetie Belle asked. Rarity’s eyes bulged as her throat sized up, and tried to cover it up with a cough. “Rarity? Are you okay?”

“Oh, yes. Just.. had something go down the wrong tube,” she murmured, flushing horribly. Sweetie started to look suspicious. Good gracious, what was she to do? Mother had been condescending and dismissive the first time she’d asked, and angrily embarrassed the second. Father had spent thirty seconds saying sex was like football... and she should ask her mother. Sweetie Belle deserved better than learning about sex through Cosmarepoletan articles and gossip. “You know how mares have our... part?” she said lightly, reaching down to touch her own absently. “Well, colts... they have... well... you’ve seen what they have.”

“That soft floppy thing?” Rarity nodded, knowing this was far better than the talk she’d gotten from her mother. “Yeah, I saw that on Rumble. What is that?” Sweetie asked.

“It’s... it has a few names. Penis. Member. Shaft. Er... a few other cruder names. When a colt becomes a stallion, it can get hard. When its hard, if its rubbed and sucked and played with... it squirts this milk. If that milk gets inside your... girl hole... when you’re in heat...”

“Heat?” she cocked a brow in bafflement.

Rarity sighed and hugged her. “Sweetie Belle, I promise I will explain later. When I’m dressed... and... less confused about things.” Then she lifted her sister’s chin to gaze down into her eyes. “But I promise you, Sweetie, I will teach you.” Sweetie’s pale cheeks immediately went pink before she hugged Rarity back.

Sweetie Belle pulled away and Rarity stood. Her initial panic over being caught nude was now passed. Really, it was a bit silly given that for most pegasi, nudity was preferred over clothing. Only unicorns were expected, demanded, to be clad at all times. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to clean up and get dressed.”

Sweetie moved to the door and the turned, facing her sister. “Rarity? Is it okay if I don’t wear clothes too?”

Rarity’s mouth opened and closed. For herself was one thing. To give permission to another... but how could she not? “I... suppose. But only here. If mother catches you traipsing about in your skin she’ll ground you for thirty years... and me for longer! But here... I suppose. If you wish.” She smiled as she saw Sweetie Belle brighten and then nod before slipping out.

The pale unicorn stood and put her hands on her hips, regarding her own reflection. She felt different. Better. She turned this way and that, smiling at her own reflection. Sexy. Confident. Sexy. Confident. Maybe she could be that sophisticated mare so many assumed she was when it came to love. All that she needed was a little help. Rarity’s horn glowed as she summoned her robe and slippers with her magic while writing a brief letter to somepony she helped could teach her more about this wonderful word.

As she walked back downstairs, she passed by the door to Sweetie’s room. The door hadn’t closed completely, and through the gap she saw her sister as bare as she had been, standing before the mirror just as she had. Her face was much more uncertain, even shy, as she turned too and fro before her own reflection. The look of discovery on her face was precious as she turned sideways and examined her own rump, as if learning that she actually had a butt.

But it was a private moment, and so, as silently as she could, she closed the door and headed downstairs for that envelope.