While it would be perfectly fitting in a romance story to let everything slide save carnal indulgence, the fact was Rarity had too much to do. Six orders waiting in her queue, one being for Twilight, as well as her usual meetings with her friends. She didn’t abstain completely, of course, but it was an absolutely delightful relief at the end of the day. Several of her clients commented on how happier she seemed, less stressed, and less dramatic. The latter clearly had to be an aberration; Rarity had never been dramatic a day in her life!

Still, she had made a promise to Sweetie Belle, and so at the weekend took a detour to Ponyville Library. The door chimed as she strode in and absorbed the quaint environs. “Twilight? Are you abou—”

From below came a loud bang, and a few seconds later Twilight and Spike emerged, coughing and hacking. Her purple fur was mussed and her labcoat appeared singed! “I told you that was too much sulf— Rarity!” Spike exclaimed, immediately flushing and fidgeting.

“Hello, Spikey,” she said as she fondly stroked his spines before turning to Twilight, “Are you okay, darling? What in Equestria were you doing down there?” Rarity wrinkled her nose at the pungent smell of rotten eggs rising from Twilight.

“Little experiment. Didn’t work,” Twilight said between coughing. Finally the alicorn regarded her steadily, “What are you doing here, Rarity? We’re not heading to Canterlot till tomorrow.”

Rarity smiled and flushed a little. “Actually, Twilight, I’m here for some books. Perhaps you can help me?”

Twilight immediately brightened and rushed to a shelf. “Can I? I’ve got the finest saddle busters from Poniquin Romances.” She pulled one off, and showed Rarity the cover of a unicorn mare swooning into the arms of a powerful pegasus stallion. “Storms of the Heart. Looks right up your alley!”

Rarity flushed a little. “Well, darling, that does look divine, but I’m afraid what I’m after is more... instructional.” She paused and extended her hand, waving her fingers at the book. “Not that I’ll say no to that! But it’s not really what I’m after.”

Twilight levitated it to her. “Instructional, huh? Well, you’ve gone through most of my sewing books. I think I have a few tutorials, but they’re beneath your skills... or are they for Sweetie Belle? I thought she’d given up on sewing after the...”

“No, no,” Rarity said hastily. “The less said about that the better. No. But it is for Sweetie Belle.” I need a book on... er...” she paused and then glanced at Spike in worry, before giving Twilight a somewhat sheepish smile, “Er... mare’s health?”

“Mare’s...” Twilight began to say, and immediately flushed as well, her eyes popping wide. “Oh, hey, Spike. Do you think you could run to the market and pick us up some lunch? You can get yourself ice cream.”

“Oh, boy! You bet!” And after taking down their orders and getting three bits, darted out of the library. Twilight faced Rarity, still blushing a little, after his departure.

“So... teaching Sweetie Belle about Colts and Fillies?” Twilight asked as she lead her towards a smaller shelf towards the back. “I guess she’s getting around that age, isn’t she?”

“She’s getting old enough to notice differences, and Scootaloo’s a pegasus. They always mature a little sooner than others. Might as well have Sweetie Belle prepared for the changes in her future.” Rarity regarded the blushing Twilight, and curiosity nibbled at her. “Don’t you think so?”

Twilight jerked out of a momentary fugue. “Huh... oh! Yes. Knowledge is always preferable to ignorance. It’s just... well... I remember my own health classes. They weren’t exactly... pleasant. Some of those diagrams...” she gave a baffled face and then shrugged. “I don’t understand why they don’t teach it as biology. Sperm and egg combining to form a zygote that implants on a uterine wall seems far more sensible than... that...”

Rarity gave a sympathetic smile. “Than lessons teaching if you have sex then you’ll instantly have a dozen screaming children, three diseases, and be destitute?”

Twilight nodded. “Exactly. And it wasn’t like I didn’t try and find out why Shining Armor had that... thing.” The princess turned even redder. “I mean, I wasn’t trying to peek on him but he had just gotten out of the shower and really it wasn’t my fault the keyhole was so large and I was wondering and...” Rarity covered her lips to keep from giggling. It seemed to calm Twilight a touch too. “Well, needless to say, Mom wasn’t happy I’d seen that, and told me I’d learn about it when I was older. But of course then I was at Celestia’s and... well... you don’t talk about that with the Princess of the realm over tea.”

Rarity smiled as she leaned towards Twilight. “So... you watched your brother?” Rarity saw her gasp and bit her bottom lip. “It’s understandable. You are curious, Twilight.”

Twilight flushed, squirming in her seat. “I was home visiting. Shining Armor and I used to share a bathroom when we lived together. I... wasn’t really ready for how much he’d grown. One day I got out of the shower and I heard him... well...” She swallowed, her flush spreading as she tugged at the front of her dress. “I heard him moan. And I peeked through the keyhole to see if he was okay and... um...” Rarity smiled patiently, her own cheeks rosy. “He was rubbing himself.”

“Oh my,” Rarity said as she felt herself growing warm.

“Yeah. I mean, I’d been told about it. That it was a bad thing to do. All kinds of side effects... but I couldn’t help but watch him. And he kept rubbing and... and...” Twilight pressed her knees tightly together. “Well, that’s all I’ve ever done really. I thought about... things... but... well... I’ve never really been allowed.”

“I wasn’t much different,” Rarity admitted. “In finishing school, I was in my bed feeling dreadfully out of sorts. I tried to provide myself some relief... and was caught by another student. She... made the experience unpleasant. Since then, I’ve been reconsidering...” Rarity smirked a moment but then her face grew more composed. “But I do want Sweetie Belle to have a better and more informative experience than I did. The unicorn classes I had as a filly practically told me that I’d go blind if I dared touch myself down there, let alone did so with another pony.”

“I know Miss Cheerilee’s much more pragmatic a teacher. I don’t think she’d be so... fixated... on the negatives on sexuality,” Twilight said with an awkward smile. “I mean, my teacher basically taught us that sex is simple: don’t do it till you’re married.” She scanned the shelves and removed two books. “These two were highly instructive to me. I think Sweetie Belle would find them useful.”

Rarity took the pair and nodded, then glanced speculatively at Twilight. The look made Twilight blink and stiffen a little. “Twilight. If it’s not too bold... have you ever...?”

“Me?” Twilight gasped and shook her head vigorously, waving her hands before her to emphasize her denial. “No no no no no. Oh no. No. If Princess Celestia caught me doing something like that, I think I’d exile myself!” Rarity gave a little smile as the blushing Princess hugged herself. “I mean, it’s not that I haven’t thought of it occasionally... but I’m a princess. I’m pretty sure sex for Princesses is supposed to be a really big deal. Besides, who would... I mean... I’m a princess now.” Twilight said with a helpless little smile and a touch of sadness in her eyes. “I keep meaning to bring it up with Cadence, but... I mean... it’s not exactly something I’ve ever talked with her before.”

Rarity stepped forward and embraced her friend tightly. “If you ever do need somepony to talk to about this, you know you can with me, right, darling?”

Twilight stiffened, then relaxed. “Yeah. Sure. Thanks Rarity.” She pulled back and started for the basement door. “I should probably get back to work. That potion won’t solve itself.” Rarity started for the exist when Twilight called out, “Rarity?” Rarity turned, regarding the other mare with a polite smile. “Have you? I mean... with another pony?”

Rarity blinked and flushed a little, then smiled. “Me? Oh! No no no no...” She said and then her smile turned a touch sly as she added, “Not yet, Darling.”

Over two days, Rarity devoured the information that Twilight had given her. Much if it was technical, and if it been any other moment in her life, she would have considered it utterly dull. But now... now Rarity was preoccupied with the thought of not just the subject itself, but of performing it with somepony. The diagrams, which had once been alien and even a little disturbing when she was young were now put into the context of something she might interact with. She’d seen countless penises before on pegasi and earth pony stallions and had never equated them as something she would interact with.

And strangely, it’s proved to be a fascinatingly strong bonding experience with Sweetie Belle! There was something thrilling about being naked with her, something utterly taboo, and watching her explore herself without being terrorized that it was perverse and unclean. They read the books together, and Rarity helped walk her through the off-putting anatomical diagrams and the strange words: vagina, labia, clitoris, anus. They read how Sweetie would start developing over the next few years; become as tall as her sister, and fill out. With her, reading about heats and pregnancy wasn’t nearly as disturbing as being told that having a baby out of wedlock would ruin a mare forever!

Of course they weren’t becoming intimate. That was simply... unthinkable. As close as the experience was, that was something Rarity wouldn’t cross. But there was no doubt that Rarity was contemplating who she would approach first. The spa ponies? She’d heard the pair offered ‘specials’, but how was she supposed to signal such? Was there a special handshake or something? Her friends were right out. As... interesting... as those thoughts were occasionally, the dread as her ruining their friendship was far more acute. No. Rarity needed somepony new. Somepony anonymous who could help her delve more into her sexuality without fear of being exposed as something of a freak in the social circles she depended upon. Knowing that there was a sexual cabal was different from being exposed as some sort of pervert.

Then, one late afternoon, she lay on her stomach reading one of her Marequine romances nude, anticipating a wonderful rubbing. Really, though, was it really that easy to tear open a bodice? And could a pegasus station hold a mare vertically in the air while thrusting into her? So many questions. Then there was a sharp knock on her window a second before Rainbow Dash pushed it open. “Hey, Rarity,” she said casually as she stepped inside. Rarity froze in place a moment in shock at her nude blue friend.

Pegasi didn’t wear clothes very often. The excess weight slowed their flying speeds down considerably, and the whipping fabric didn’t help at high speeds either. The wonderbolts’ uniform was, in part, an effort to keep unicorns from passing out in vapors whenever they did their shows. Unless there was a pressing reason for them not to be, nude was the natural state for pegasi. Normally, Rarity’s instinct would be to cover herself and be outraged at the intrusion. However, recent events had her unexpectedly... distracted.

Her eyes took in her friend’s slight build and coltish frame. Small flat breasts, smooth fit muscle, but not bulky or ripped. Rainbow Dash was the shortest of her friends too and that made her... cuter than it should. She brushed her mane back with one hand, holding out an envelope in the other. Rainbow paused, her face turned a touch apprehensive. “Uh, Rarity? Why are you staring at me?” Then she added, “And why are you naked?”

Oh! Right! Well, the moment for shock and outrage had passed! However, indignation would do. “What, I can’t be dishabille in my own bedroom?” she said with a frown, pressing a hand to her chest as she covered her breasts with one hand and her crotch with her tail.

“But you don’t do naked, even in your own bedroom. I’ve flown by your window plenty of times and you always wear that flimsy shirt thing, or flannel pajamas.” Rainbow said, Rarity’s cheeks immediately flushing. Rainbow grinned and went on. “Oh don’t get all bent out of shape about it. Most pegasi see folks in their rooms all the time when we’re flying by. No big woop.” She smirked at Rarity, “Besides, you look good in the clothless style.”

“It’s called a night gown,” she protested with a frown, her indignation crumbling before awkward squishy feelings and a warmth rising in her pelvis. She took in her friend, so casual and care free in her own hide, and felt a stab of envy. There was Dash with her thin legs spread, her smooth tight folds for anypony to see, hips slightly to the side and arms folded under her meager, yet perfectly proportionate breasts. “You really think so?”

“Sure,” Rainbow answered honestly, then gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “Sure, I know clothes are your thing and designing is what you live for, but sometimes I think you unicorns would be happier if you just took a walk and got some sun on your butt, you know. It’s not a bad thing.” She lifted the envelope. “Anyway, Derpy accidentally delivered this to me by accident. Some pony named Styx?”

Rarity took it with her magic immediately. “Ah! Thank you. I’ve been waiting for this reply.” She checked to make sure it was sealed and gave a sigh of relief that it was.

“No biggie. Catch you later,” Rainbow said as she started for the window.

“Rainbow Dash. Wait!” Rarity shouted, then balked as Rainbow Dash did. Erk! Why had she called her? She should have just let her go. Rarity dropped her arms and shifted to the edge of her bed, flushing as Dash stared at her in baffled concern. “Can we talk about something? Something that I’ve been thinking about? I want to get your take on it, darling.”

“Yeah. Sure,” Rainbow answered, turning back to her. “But if it’s not about sports, racing, weather, or being awesome then I don’t think I can help you.”

Rarity swallowed and dropped her eyes to Rainbow’s... knees! “How do pegasi fillies... how do you... you know?” She tapped her fingers together. Rainbow blinked at her in bafflement. Oh, just spit it out, Rarity! You’re acting like Fluttershy, for Celestia’s sake! “Learn about sex?”

Rainbow Dash didn’t even blush. “By watching,” she answered simply.

“W...watching?” Rarity stammered. “Watching what? Films?” Now she sounded like Twilight!

“No. Watching other ponies do it,” Rainbow Dash said with a roll of her eyes and a smile. Rarity gave a strangled noise at the thought of her bed friend being a leering voyeur. “Not like that,” Rainbow snapped as she flushed. Her friend sighed and shook her head, walking to her bed and sitting next to her. “Look. You know how pegasi have to be observant all the time? That means we see a lot of sex. Like I could be flying through the clouds... oh look, two pegasi banging away on a cloud over there. No biggie. Oh look, two earth ponies rutting down in that field. No biggie. Oh look, two unicorns... well... honestly I wouldn’t call what unicorns do sex. More like... weird reproductive bumping against each other awkwardly. But you see it. It’s just not a big deal.”

“So... pegasi just... do it? In the open? Where everypony can see?” Rarity asked with a flush. Rarity had recalled a few times she’d seen pegasus rather... close... but they hadn’t really been doing that! Not really... could they?

“Uh, yeah?” Rainbow answered, blowing a few of Rarity’s mental fuses. “I mean, not like in the middle of the street or anything,” she amended. “That’s just annoying. But you see it. You move on. No biggie,” she said as she sat back, propping herself up with her hands behind her. “Like I saw mom and dad doing it a few times. Penis into pussy. Repeat until squirting. Fall asleep.”

That took out a few more fuses. “You... watched... your parents...?” Rarity said lightly, wondering if she’d heard it right.

Rainbow flushed and rolled her eyes. “Well, no. I saw them. I didn’t really know what they were doing till I was older. It wasn’t like they sat me down and went to town in front of me. That would have been weird. But there wasn’t this great mystery about it either. It’s just sex.” She said with a sigh and a faintly dejected look. “Must be great.”

The depressed tone registered and Rarity frowned as she leaned towards her. “You mean you haven’t...”

“Nope,” her friend replied dully. “Which was a great joke back at Cloudsdale.” Rarity’s bafflement must have shown on her face because Rainbow elaborated. “Look. Most pegasi fool around a little. Flight school is usually the time fillies and colts start to get curious about each other, and most of the councilors do their best to keep everyone focused on learning about flying rather than putting our bits and pieces together. But to find a pegasus who hasn’t done it at all is kinda sad.”

Rarity was stunned. For unicorns, finding out a filly had done it at all was scandalous. “Well it can’t be that odd. Fluttershy hasn’t, after all.”

“What makes you think she hasn’t?” Rainbow Dash asked in bafflement.

Rarity’s brain went clunk. I haven’t... but Fluttershy... has? “How? Who? When?”

Rainbow stood, sweeping her hands aside. “Oh no. You want to ask Fluttershy, ask her. What happens at summer flight camp stays in summer flight camp.” Rainbow sighed, hugging herself a little as she chewed her bottom lip.

The white unicorn regarded her friend and then rose as well, putting a hand on her shoulder. “If I may ask, then, why haven’t you?”

Rainbow looked back at her over her shoulder and sighed, turning to face Rarity and stepping back a little. “Rarity, what do you see when you look at me?” Rainbow spread her legs wide, arms out to her sides, fingers spread.

“Well you’re certainly fit. Toned. Athletic,” Rarity said right off the top of her head. Rainbow just frowned and Rarity narrowed her eyes as she took in her short friend’s lithe frame. “And... slim? Ah... short...” Rarity then stared at her friend’s chest... her small, petit breasts tipped with small pale nipples. Her tight little slit. Her firm, flat posterior... her... “Oh...”

“Right. ‘Oh.’ I’m probably the last mare any guy lusts after. Especially when you line me up with all the other mares out there.” She sighed and stretched her wings. “I mean, it’s not bad. My weight to wing power ratio’s one of the highest in Equestria. Makes me a killer flier. But...” she sighed, putting her hands on her hips. “There’s some days where it’d be nice to be the mare all the boys are after, you know? Like you.”

“Me?” Rarity said, and instantly knew it was a mistake from Rainbow’s scowl and rolling eyes.

“Yes, you,” Rainbow retorted. “I mean look at you!” she gestured to the nude unicorn, who flushed and fought the urge to cover herself. “You’re like the perfect mare. You look awesome. Your shoulders and hips and neck and eyes... and the way you do that thing... ugh! You could have anypony you wanted if you really wanted to. And you don’t!” Rainbow snapped. “I’ve never flown by with some stallion balls deep in you or some mare in your bed. Meanwhile, I can’t even get Soarin to go out to lunch with me.”

That was because, if Rarity recalled correctly, he’d been sodomizing Prince Blueblood at Meadowlark’s sex party. “Well, if you want,” Rarity said delicately, “there are ways for a mare to... improve her chances.”

Another mistake, as Rainbow Dash snorted again. “Yeah. Because I’m really all up on all the latest fashions and make up. The only reason why I survived the Gala was because you made sure we all looked decent. And even if I had a dress and makeup, I wouldn’t know how to act... like you. I mean you walk, talk, and strut mare. It practically oozes out of you. I’m a flyer. A racer. I never learned how to flutter my eyes and make that pouty look you do. And I doubt I ever will.”

“Rainbow... I’m... I’m sorry,” Rarity said helplessly, not sure what she could give to help her friend. She had an idea but...

“Yeah. Me too.” Rainbow sniffed and then shook her head angrily, before forcing a smile. “Anyway, don’t worry about it. I’m sure I’ll find somepony someday.” The blue mare turned towards the window, then paused. “Oh, and please don’t try to set me up with somepony for a quick fling. Last thing I want is a pity fuck. Okay?” She smiled back at Rarity, but there was a warning to that smile.

That killed her idea. “Of course not, Dear,” Rarity said as she stood. “Rainbow, if you ever want to talk... about this...”

“Yeah. That’s not going to happen,” Rainbow said bluntly as she stepped out the window. Rarity took in her friend’s body; a lovely body really if one looked past traditional feminine attributes. She was slim and trim and smooth and delightful, just not, precisely, girlish. “Oh, by the way, you might want to get better blinds,” she added with a small smile. “I know you haven’t been doing... you know... this,” and she gestured at the nude Rarity with a small smile, “for very long, but sooner or later some guy is going to see you and then word is going to get around pretty quick.”

And that would be bad, partly because she wasn’t sure how far or what form the ‘word’ would take. It’d taken months to squash the gossip mongering back at finishing school. Rarity had no illusions about her desirability. She’d even exploited it more than a few times. If ‘word’ became ‘common knowledge’ then others would be pressing her before she was ready. This had to be handed delicately. “Understood. Thank you, Rainbow.”

Her friend gave a nod and flew out the window. Rarity locked her windows and drew the shades. Well, that was something she hadn’t considered. Not just the pegasi flying by her windows... or even how causal pegasi seemed to be about sex. She’d never imagined that Rainbow had the desire to be... well... desired. Still, it made sense. Her bragging and bravado were a face that she didn’t care about the rejection of her perceived femininity. Everypony wanted to be loved and respected. Not having a more... traditional frame had made her feel insecure.

More ideas were shifting around in her head, like designs needing that little bit of something to truly make them special. She leaned against the edge of the bed and spread her knees wide, her fingers reaching down to toy with her sticky folds. Somehow, Rainbow Dash’s interruption had made her positively tingly inside. Best to take care of that...

“You want to talk about what now?” Applejack asked sourly as she wiped the sweat from her brow as she stood next to a stack of firewood. Rarity stood close by, parasol in hand to shield her from the sun as she levitated Applejack’s canteen over to her.

“Well, we’ve never had the chance to talk about... mare’s issues...” Rarity replied as Applejack drank. Her attempts to discuss this had gone no where with Fluttershy nor Pinkie Pie. The poor pegasus had been rendered mute with embarassment. Pinkie’s reaction had been utterly baffling as well, seeming more nervous than embarrassed before making an excuse that she had to help the Cakes. She’d put off Applejack till now; she wanted answers but...

Sigh... Applejack.

“Sure we have. Twi’s sleep over. You said something about mares and stallions and I plum tuned you out,” she said, capping the canteen with a nod of her head as she set it aside. She picked up her axe again, the haft well worn and nearly polished smooth. “Granted, I reckon I don’t remember much of what you said that night till the end. Didn’t seem all that ‘portant at the time.”

Rarity fought the urge to bristle. Really, couldn’t she have talked about this with some other earth pony? Rarity found herself oddly envious of the earth pony fashion flexibility. Unlike pegasi, who went about almost completely nude, and unicorns, who never went naked if their life depended upon it, earth ponies could wear as little or as much as they liked. Oh, wealthier earth ponies tended to wear more and fancier clothes, but plenty strutted around exposed or wearing nothing at all. Case in point, right now Applejack wore her hat, a pair of chaps, a pair of work gloves, and that was it.

Rarity adopted a carefree tone as Applejack split another round of wood, “Well, Sweetie’s getting at that age where she’s interested in colts and fillies. Sexually, that is,” she amended. That made Applejack pause for a moment with a slight blush before resuming her chopping. Rarity rushed on, afraid of getting brushed off. “And I was curious... well... what’s the earth pony method for teaching such things?”

Applejack split a log and then stared at her for several tense seconds before she asked, “Shouldn’t her ma be teaching her stuff like that?”

Like mother had disastrously attempted with Rarity? Thank you, no. “Well, you see...” Rarity began, trying to find some way to... dilute this topic somewhat. Applejack’s intense green eyes warned that brevity was most important of all right this moment. “Well, Unicorns don’t teach it so much as... don’t. At all.” Applejack blinked in surprise as Rarity went on. “We’re taught not to do it. Not to talk about it. Hold off till we’re married... and even then it’s not exactly... common. Of course that gives us ample appetite for romances and the like... but I wanted to teach Sweetie Belle something more... pragmatic?” Ugh, she’d have to wash her mouth out with soap for using that word.

“Huh,” Applejack said with a grunt. “Not much to it really. Granny told me about colts and fillies when I was Applebloom’s age, just like I told Applebloom. Plenty of critters on the farm go at it, so its not hard to pick up the basics. Told her to use her best judgement, keep her head about her when she has her heat in the spring. Moon Tea. All the basics of what she needs to know.”

“But... what about what she’ll do?” Rarity asked nervously.

“Did sex ed make you want to rut anything that bent over?” Applejack asked with a smirk.

Yes. Sweet Luna, yes it had! “Well... I mean... there’s proprietary and reputation to think of,” Rarity said lightly. “You don’t just... go at it. We’re not animals, after all!” Rarity found herself blushing terribly, as if she was back at that damnable party.

“You got an itch, you scratch it,” Applejack replied with a shrug. “Generally polite to leave the room and get somewhere private for it, but there’s not much more to it than that.”

“And you’ve never?” Rarity murmured, gesturing down at Applejack’s pelvis. The Earth pony simply shook her head. “Ever?”

“Rarity, I got a farm to run. When am I gonna find a colt to plough my fields?” Applejack asked with a small flush. “I got fifty different things to do today, and getting rutted ain’t one of them.”

A little grumble growled in her chest. “You can’t tell me Trend didn’t offer to do that.”

That got an eye roll. “Yeah, but I ain’t touchin’ him with a ten foot pole. I got ta at least like the pony before I lift my tail,” she replied and sighed, hugging herself a little. “Look, Rares, I don’t know why you’re so curious about this but the plain fact is I ain’t and I ain’t plannin’ on doin’ it anytime soon. So could you please drop it?”

Rarity opened her mouth to press, then caught Applejack’s eye and closed it again. There was something... worried? No. Scared? Not exactly. Embarrassed? Perhaps... “Very well, Darling. I’m sorry if I crossed any lines. I was simply... curious.”

“Right. Well curiosity won’t fuel the fireplace,” Applejack said with flushed cheeks as she moved another round of wood on to the stump and lifted the axe. “So if you don’t mind...”

“Of course. Of course. It was... wonderful... to talk with you, Applejack,” she said with a smile and little wave. She headed for the road, but glanced back, catching Applejack watching her. She stepped around some brush along the roach and then paused, and carefully, oh so carefully, peeked through the branches back the way she’d come.

Applejack wasn’t splitting wood anymore. The orange pony grappled with indecision clearly on her face. Her rough, calloused hand reached down to the split of her legs, and Rarity trembled as she stared. Do it, she mentally cheered as Applejack cupped her sex. Do it! She begged, her own nethers warming and softening.

Then Applejack did.

When Rarity masturbated, it was tentative and sensual. A process of much stroking and teasing to raise herself to the heights of pleasure. Applejack worked herself raw and hard. Two fingers began to thrust vigorously into her orange quim as she slumped against the apple tree behind her. Rarity had come across a term in her research: finger bang. At the time, it’d seemed incomprehensible. Now, as she spied upon Applejack, she understood.

Applejack turned, grabbing the tree with one hand as the other brutally pounded her pussy with two digits. Rarity dared to peek forward for a better view, watching the pussywet spatter over her thighs with the vigor of her self ministrations. In less than three minutes, Applejack suddenly stilled, gritting her teeth as she grunted and shook. Then she relaxed, withdrew her digits, wiped them on her thigh, and returned to her firewood.

Rarity withdrew before she was spotted, trotting back towards Ponyville in a daze. That was it? Rarity never took less than an hour when she was pleasuring herself. She wasn’t worth less! The unicorn had barely become moist in the time it took for Applejack to climax. She felt almost disappointed. Even angry that the orange mare had been denied something wonderful.

Fluttershy was hurt. Pinkie Pie evasive. Twilight embarrassed. Rainbow unworthy. Applejack unappreciative.

There was nothing for it. Rarity would have to do something. Not for herself, but for her friends! And who else could give a wonderful gift than her? But first, she'd have to work it out for herself...

Author's Note

Oh I hope it's okay... u.u

This is the last bit I've written in advance.