For Rarity, Getting to Canterlot was as simple a pretext as checking her shop, examining the fashions presented, checking the order, whipping up an outfit or two, having tea with Sassy Saddles while talking shop, and generally stalling. The letter in her purse felt like a lead bar, tugging at her with doubts about what she’d planned to do. No more delay. She donned her ‘disguise’ and stated her departure out the back was simply to avoid getting mobbed at the entrance. Sassy simply shook her head and went back to organizing the shelves.

She checked the reply she’d received yet again, despite having virtually memorized the contents over the two weeks she’d planned this caper. The shop was located on an non-descript street in Canterlot, two blocks from the major shopping thoroughfare. These shops catered to the more mundane, but no less important, aspects of Canterlot life. Where else were you going to find your basic gold enameled, emerald studded spatula? Many of these were simple commodities shops, where you could buy on paper and send elsewhere. The shop before her appeared to be one of these, with a non descript bushel of wheat hanging from the shield above the door. Rarity checked the letter yet again. Was this really the place?

She pushed her way into the shop and froze. Yes. Yes it was.

“Welcome to The Crop,” said a tannish cream coated stallion wearing nothing a black leather hood that showed only his eyes and the tip of his muzzle. He was just the tip of the iceberg, a big tan colored iceberg with a pendulous member dangling halfway to his knees!. To her left were stands of outfits that ranged from lacy undergarments to rubber suits to strange harnesses of leather straps. Just looking at the outfits made Rarity’s whole body tingle. Intermixed were a variety of less sexualized clothes, most modest, yet utterly risque, like corsets and stockings and shoes! Rarity herself didn’t produce much underwear, as the time and precision required taxed her greatly, so she marveled at the complexities and designs.

Yet she couldn’t let herself be distracted, for to her right lay displays of rubber stallionhoods ranging from the mundane to the petite to the ‘how-could-anymare-fit-that-into-their-body?!’ sizes. More exotic members were present as well. Was that what a dragon member actually looked like? Some had two heads. Some had gemstones embedded within; were they magic? Some were on harnesses for some inexplicable reason, and not everything here was for mares. There were strange, fleshy things that looked like synthetic mare bits, busts, and even a fully sculpted flank. And all that didn’t even begin to cover the paddles, cuffs, collars, and chains that glittered on the wall.

“Can I help—” the stallion started to say when Rarity turned and sprinted from the shop as fast as her hooves could carry her. “You?” she heard before the door slammed shut.

She clenched her eyes, marching away as fast as she could from the business. What was she thinking? What was she doing? It was one thing to give herself a little rub and feel good, but that place—that place!—it suggested a width and breadth of sexuality utterly beyond her. There was sex and then there was... perversion! How could she have ever thought that this was a good idea? She levitated the letter out with every intention of ripping it to pieces and never talking of this again!

And yet.

She thought of her friends, and her footsteps slowed. Each and every one of them were just as sexually frustrated and unhappy as she was. Pinkie wouldn’t talk about sex. Fluttershy couldn’t. Twilight had seemed to accept it was out of her control, and Rainbow Dash was certain nopony would find her sexually attractive. And whatever Applejack had she treated like a chore to be done with as soon as possible. And what about Sweetie Belle? Would Rarity simply let her sister explore this new world on her own, ignorant, without her big sister to offer advice?

Rarity stopped and looked over her shoulder back at the shop. She wasn’t thinking of sex with her friends, but if she knew it, she could help them. Give them each something they needed. Find things that would make it easier for them to get the happiness she herself felt. Turning slowly, she drew in a deep breath, looking at the lascivious shop with the innocent facade, and released it all slowly.

The door admitted her again, and she spotted the stallion now talking to a petite and pretty gray mare with a curly pink mane. Her dress denoted professionalism and constraint, as opposed to the hood and muscles of the stallion behind the counter. “—know Velvet. She stepped in, took one look at the place, and ran out sc--” then he blinked. “Oh. Hey. She’s back!”

Velvet, the mare folded her hands before her, her face screwed up in concern. “Is everything alright, ma’am?”

“Oh. Ahah,” she gave a strained smile, trying to ignore the contents around her. She knew what she had to do. She even had the letter in hand. “I was... Ahem.” A deep breath. Treat this as a business meeting. “I’m looking for the proprietor of this shop.”

“Oh,” the mare brightened. “That’s me. I’m Velvet. This is Strap,” she said, gesturing to the muscled stallion besides her. “How can we help you?” Her lavender eyes seemed luminous against her gray coat. Those eyes widened as she drew her hands to her mouth in shock. “Oh... oh no way!” Her mouth split in a wide grin as she began to emit a very Pinkie-ish “Eeeee!”

Both Rarity and Strap took a step back from the diminutive mare before she exploded, “It’s her! Oh my gosh! It’s Rarity! Strap!” She grabbed his hands and pulled him down to eye level. “It’s her! It’s actually her! Rarity!” She released the baffled stallion. She hopped in a full circle, a grin a mile wide on her face, before she coughed and composed herself with a deep breath.

“Ah... hello,” Rarity said delicately, afraid to set her off again.

“Who?” Strap asked, scratching his hood.

Velvet shot him a glower that made the large earth pony recoil before beaming at Rarity. “She’s only the premiere dress designer in all of Canterlot. Maybe all of Equestria! I have one of your Princess Dresses.”

Her and half the mares in Canterlot. Still, the ice, as it were, had broken. She reached into her purse for her letter. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, darling. That was a rather beastly production run, if I may say so.” She glanced at the mare. “However did you see through my disguise though?”

Velvet smiled counting off on her gloved fingers. “White unicorn, purple mane, wearing a lavender trench coat buckled all the way to the muzzle, a matching noir style hat with purple half veil, decorated with four point cut amethysts and heels? Who else could you be?” Rarity grumbled internally. How was she supposed to disguise herself? Clash? Velvet relaxed as she smiled at the mare. “I’m sorry. I’m guessing you’re a little embarrassed to be here. To be honest, I never expected that you’d walk in my shop like this.”

“Nor did I,” Rarity admitted and handed the letter to her. “I was told to come to speak to the proprietor about... this.”

“Oh?” Velvet took it and read it briefly, her eyes widening. “Oh!” She folded it and she smiled, cupping her chin as she tilted her head, shifting her hips. “Oh my. When Styx wrote me, I didn’t think she was talking about you.”

“Uh, what’s going on?” Strap asked with a frown.

“Nothing,” Velvet replied. “We just need to talk alone for a few hours. Can you mind the shop till then?”

“Sure. Just remember, if you’re done testing it, we need to have my steam powered dildotron Three-K packaged and ready to deliver by this afternoon.” He grinned at Rarity,” She really loved testing—” Strap said casually before Velvet cut him off.

“Rarity doesn’t need to hear about the Dildotron Three Thousand!” she snapped, then blinked and flushed, covering her embarrassment with a cough that made Rarity smile. At least she wasn’t the only one nervous.. “Ahem. This way. Please?” She said, gesturing to stairs leading up behind the counter. Like most stores, the second floor was set up as a residence, and Velvet led her into a bedroom with a wonderful red velvet draped four poster bed in the corner. A tea table sat before an open window. The decor was casual yet clean, putting her mind at ease.

“Dildotron...” Rarity murmured weakly.

Velvet covered her face with a delicate, gloved hand, sighing softly, “Strap’s idea. It’s basically a machine for mares to have sex with.” She gave a slightly flushed smile. “It actually works well as long as there’s plenty of lubrication.” She held up Styx’s letter with a calm smile. “But I really don’t think you’re here for that, are you, Miss Rarity?”

Why was her throat so dry right now? “No. I’m rather not,” she said, biting her lip a moment, hugging herself as her eyes dropped to the floor. Why did she feel so ashamed by this. “I’m hoping you’ll—” she coughed, unable to finish.

Then she felt it. Hands slipping around her frame. Arms holding her. She’d been hugged by her friends many a time, and yet this was some how different. Velvet was a few inches shorter than her, and her muzzle went right under Rarity’s chin to nuzzle at her neck. The sensation set her skin tingling. “You want a pony to have sex with. Someone not affiliated with anypony in Ponyville, right?”

Rarity couldn’t speak, but simply nodded. Her heart pounded in her chest, fast as her sewing machine. Even touching herself in bed, she hadn’t felt this way. Every embrace she’d shared with her friends had always stopped short. This went on, and she could smell the strawberry in Velvet’s mane. They probably used the same shampoo. Then Velvet pulled away, taking Rarity’s hands in hers and giving them a squeeze.

“So... how do we...” she said, staring at that four poster bed like it were a rose that would devour her whole, and unsure if she was titillated or terrified by that prospect. “Do you want me to undress and get on the bed?”

Velvet smiled. “Well, you can make yourself comfortable, if you like, but I’d much rather talk first. Is tea okay?” she asked.

Somehow, Velvet’s reply shifted things within Rarity from a terrifying unknown to something familiar. “Tea would be delightful, Darling,” Rarity said, her voice trembling from a bizarre mix of excitement, nervousness, and sudden relief. She removed the hat and coat, carefully hanging each on Velvet’s hat rack. Unsure of what one wore to this, she’d come in a knee length white sun dress. A fine contrast to Velvet’s lace trimmed black jacket, cream blouse and green plaid skirt. The mare slipped from the room a moment, returning with a tea tray and steaming pot.

As Velvet set down the tea tray, Rarity took a seat at the little table. Velvet sat opposite her with a gentle smile perfectly at home on Futtershy and ideal for putting a nervous mare at ease. “So, do you do this sort of thing often?” Rarity asked.

Velvet poured two cups. “Not often, no. I do talk with quite a few mares who are nervous or curious about sex though. I rarely get requests to actually have sex with them, personally, so that’s a bit new.” She smiled as she put in a lump of sugar, stirred, and raised it to her lips, inhaling the aroma. “To be honest, if Miss Styx had told me it was you, I likely would have been too nervous to accept. You’re something of an inspiration to anypony who works with cloth, period.”

Inwardly, Rarity purred at the complement. “She certainly is odd. Who is she?” Rarity frowned.

“Nopony knows. She showed up in Canterlot and started putting ponies in contact with other ponies who were interested in sex. My business tripled over the last two years. She does enough to get the parties and stuff going, but never so much that we draw public attention.” Velvet gave a slightly weary sigh. “Suffice to say, Canterlot isn’t the most sexually open place.”

“Don’t I know it,” Rarity said with a sigh, taking up her cup and inhaling the delicate fragrance of catmint. “And strange, that I’m only now realizing how much it isn’t. Are all mares as sexually frustrated as I am?”

Velvet smiled over her cup, sipping, and shrugging in reply. “Probably not all, but it’s never been hard for me to find a mare or stallion who’s unhappy with the sex in this town. Ponies want it, but it seems like everyone will just be judged. You know how vicious the gossip circuit can get, and that’s just regarding fashion!” Velvet said with a wry smile. “So why don’t you just tell me everything that’s gotten you to this point and I’ll see how I can help teach you about sex?”

Leaning back in her seat, for the first time ever, Rarity did just that. She simply talked sex with a person who listened, not judging her or thinking there was something wrong with what she felt. Velvet nodded at appropriate times, and asked questions as Rarity went over her experiences at the party and what she’d been feeling since then. The mare defused her embarrassment with polite laughter before moving on, rather than introduce an awkward silence that Rarity dreaded.

Another pot of tea and some eclairs later, and Rarity had unveiled more about her sexualness than she ever had before. She really wished she’d had this opportunity when she was Sweetie’s age. If her sister ever asked, well, she hoped she’d be as forthright as Velvet had been to her.

“It doesn’t really sound all that different than my own experiences,” Velvet said as her fingertips stroked the rim of the cup. “All I knew of sex as a filly was not to do it. Cloudia, a pegasus friend, taught me it wasn’t a bad thing at all. It was really nice.” She sighed and set the cup down. “Unfortunately, I learned that there is bad sex, too. My next... partner... He wasn’t good for me. But that was pretty educational too. I think it’s important to be able to appreciate the good from the bad.”

Rarity frowned. “What’s the difference? Is it disease or the babies or...” she trailed off with a shiver.

“Oh, no! That’s the wrong way to look at it,” she said, sitting forward to look at her. “I mean, a bug or an unwanted baby is seriously bad too, but no. What I mean by bad sex is sex that makes you feel bad before, during, or after you have it. Good sex feels good. You want to have it, you like it while you do, and you don’t regret it when its done.” She gave Rarity a little half smile. “When you suggested just jumping in bed, I could tell that you really weren’t eager to do that. Besides, you wouldn’t need me for that if you were really that enthusiastic about having sex.”

“It’s...” Rarity chewed her lip a moment, “complicated. I’m a very public mare, and I’m afraid of how sex is going to change... well, everything! My sister. My parents. My friends. My business? What if the tabloids found out? What if my friends thought less of me? Or if my parents thought I was...” Rarity trailed off, unable to say the word.

“A slut?” Velvet supplied, and Rarity nodded. “Well, if they think less of you for liking sex, it sounds like they’re the ones with the problem, not you. You’re doing something natural, that feels good, and isn’t hurting anyone. But I can understand your fears. I was terrified for years my parents would find out about my business. When they did...” Velvet rubbed the back of her head. “Well, it was pretty awkward at first. We couldn’t talk about it. But my parents were hitting a rocky patch in their marriage, and my mom finally acknowledged that her own time in bed was pretty boring, and dad wasn’t having that much fun either. I made a few suggestions and well,” she gave a half smile and shrug. “Now they’re some of my best customers. And their marriage is better than ever.”

“Have good sex and stay married?” Rarity asked with a smile.

“Well, it’s better than having bad sex and getting divorced,” Velvet replied. “Look, I’m not saying that sex is magic and makes everything better. It complicates things. That’s why I want to see it done right. I don’t want some mare to have to learn bad sex because her first time was in a bathroom, sucking off a horny colt who doesn’t know something called ‘mood’. And if I sell a few outfits or accessories in the process...” she smiled and shrugged.

Rarity sat back, thinking on everything they’d discussed, and they actually hadn’t done anything yet. “Well, you’ve certainly given me a lot to think on,” she said as rubbed the saucer clapsed in her hands. “When Styx said she’d find somepony to teach me outside Ponyville, I never thought it’d be like this.”

“What, did you imagine that I would tie you up and sex you till you could be sexed no more?” she asked with a grin. Rarity sat stiffly at the thought, a tingly part of her rousing at that question, but Velvet went on. “Talking’s a good place to start, no matter what. I’d want you to learn to enjoy good sex, not learn to avoid bad sex.” Then she nailed Rarity with a look, “And if you’d rather have a more practical education, I could arrange that too.”

The cup slipped out of Rarity’s hands, and it almost shattered upon the floor before Velvet caught it in her magic. Her heart thundered in her ears, but that deep tinge was now becoming a buttery warmth spreading out through her stomach. Actually doing it? She read about it. She’d come here exactly for it! And yet when it was now placed before her, she felt like a filly again? What was the matter with her?

Velvet levitated the glass and saucer and set them on the table, her smile gone, brows knitted in concern. “I’m sorry,” Rarity said, sniffing and fighting the overwhelming conflict of wants clashing inside her breast. If only one or the other would tell her what to do, but she was so torn!

“Shh,” Velvet said, kneeling in and embracing her. “It’s fine. We don’t have to do anything. We can just talk.”

“I shouldn’t be like this! I’m a grown mare, not some filly,” Rarity sniffed, snotting up Velvet’s coat. Velvet just held her patting her back and stroking her mane. “I shouldn’t be so scared to just... do... whatever mares do!”

“Rarity, there are a lot of grown mares exactly like you,” Velvet said softly. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

It was an easy, simple statement. Yet, Rarity felt shame all the same. On one hand, she wished to remain innocent and virginal, fit for a prince, like her youth idealized. On the other, she felt weak that she couldn’t even accept this gracious mare’s offer to share something that hundreds of mares enjoyed because she feared how it would change things. And a third wretched, little hand hated that no one had made the choice for her. She’d said no so often... if only once she’d said yes.

She hiccupped softly a moment and then wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Do you have a powder room I may use?”

“Down the hall, second door on the right,” the mare said. Rarity nodded, rising, and Velvet rose too. “It’s okay to wait till you’re more comfortable. We can just talk about clothes, if you prefer. Or sex. Or anything you like, Miss Rarity.”

“Thank you,” Rarity said, her voice cracking a bit. “That’s very generous of you.” Then she turned following her directions to the bathroom where she scooped up two handfuls of colds water and splashed them on her face. A hour of painstaking makeup was ruined in a second, transforming into ugly streaks marking her cheeks. A few more handfuls, some soap, and some scrubbing and the rest came off.

She knew she could return, and would. They would talk fashion, and a bit of sex. Share tea. Snacks. Gossip. Oh, it would be nice to have somepony new with a fresh ear on the gossip scene. Velvet would become another of her friends. She patted her face dry, and carefully removed her false eyelashes. The idea of sex with Velvet would become like sex with Fluttershy or Twilight; something she would never dare risk.

“What do you what to do?” she asked herself, staring into her own reflection for some answer, some sign. She closed her eyes and imagined Velvet nude. Velvet kissing. Velvet touching. Velvet making her feel all those wonderful things and more. Did she want that?

Did she?

“Yes,” Rarity said as she leaned against the door frame, interrupting the gray unicorn mid tea tray clear. “I’d like to do... things... with you now. If you’re amiable.” She said, her heart thundering wildly in her chest with such ferocity that she wondered if it would break. Velvet smiled, setting the tray down and approaching her, once again she reached out, fingertips grazing Rarity’s hips, slipping around her back, and meeting to clasp above Rarity’s tail. It was a different kind of hold, Rarity realized as she returned the embrace. One of wonderful promise instead of just simple comfort.

“Are you sure?” Velvet asked, her voice dropping down to a husky sort of whisper.

Rarity didn’t dare hesitate. Hesitate and all could be lost. “Yes,” she whispered back.

And at that word, their lips met. Like the hug, she’d never felt one like it. Not a familial peck, nor quick kiss of greeting on the cheek, or a soft kiss of parting. No, this kiss was hungry, and it came in a barrage, one after the next. Rarity could only return them, and then she felt Velvet’s mouth open. Felt the invitation she’d read about so often in her romances, and now experienced herself. Tentatively, she parted her mouth and felt the soft, gentle intrusion of another mare’s tongue. The soft, smooth surface slipped inside, curled against the tip of Rarity’s own, and withdrew. Again and again it returned, and every stroke sent her insides purring. No, not purring... roaring. As if a great fiery need had been ignited in her belly, and Velvet was doing all she could to feed it.

Hands wandered, They roamed along her body, searching for something. Something to hold. Something to touch. To squeeze. To scratch. Never too much, but every graze of a nail or pass of a palm made Rarity tingle. Velvet’s hands rested on her rump, and Rarity’s flushed, feeling hands on something where, an hour ago, she would have been outraged at the contact. Yet as Velvet’s fingers tightened on her posterior, Rarity’s mimicked the action, and marveled at the soft and supple surface. She squeezed, and Velvet let out an ‘mmmm!’ of delight and a muffled giggle in her throat.

When they parted, a small bridge of shining saliva connected the outstretched, panting pink muscles before that snapped and disappeared. Velvet’s purple eyes shone as she pressed a hand to Rarity’s chest. “Shall we undress?”

Where the question had once prompted panic, now Rarity simply nodded in a strange calm. She reached for the buttons on her dress, but Velvet covered her trembling fingers, and pulled them away while giving her a soft kiss. “Allow me,” she said, her fingers carefully disengaging each button on the front of her dress, before she pulled the neck open, knelt, and pulled the dress off over her head. Exposed in her lavender silk undergarments, Velvet smiled and with her magic removed her own jacket, blouse, and skirt. As each article was subtracted, Rarity could only marvel at how they had matching taste in underwear.

All the while, Velvet wore that smile that was a mix of both confidence and fondness. The gray unicorn’s horn glowed, and Rarity felt the claps of her bra undo. Such a useful spell. She disengaged long enough to disentangle the garment from her arms, and then reciprocated with doing the save to Velvet. The petite mare’s small breasts came into view; about the same size as Applejack or Twilight. Smaller than Rarity’s. An awkward giggle escaped at the bizarre sensation of soft flesh on her own soft bits.

“You okay?” Velvet asked, her voice gentle and open. Rarity knew she could stop this if she wanted to, but why would she want to? She swallowed and nodded, her hands reaching down to graze over the silk fabric covering Velvet’s rump. No romance ever could compare with the soft sensation sliding under her fingertips. Then she felt Velvet’s own hands on her flank. Holding. Caressing. The silk garments felt in danger of combusting if she didn’t remove them now!

Velvet, as if reading her mind, knelt down before her as if she were proposing, and calmly slid the last vestiage of modesty down Rarity’s legs and around her hooves. Now, nothing hid the shameful moisture wicking down the insides of her legs or the wicked scents of lust filling her bedroom. Then Velvet casually removed her own bottoms and rose, hand on hip, brow arched a little as if asking if Rarity approved.

“You’re beautiful, Darling,” Rarity breathed.

Velvet flushed, then her face broke in a wide grin and she gave a soft ‘Eeee!’ of glee! Rarity couldn’t help but smile and take her hand, their lips drawn together by magic. “I know I’m supposed to be the calm voice of experience here, but it was great to hear you say that,” she said and that lead to another kiss, and another of those wonderful tongue caresses and hands now roamed along backs once again. She now knew what could compare, and that was to touch Velvet’s bare and smooth coat with nothing in the way of her fingertips. Again and again they touched, and that warmth inside her... not intensified. Concentrated, as if drawing it from every inch and pooling it in certain places betwixt her legs that now melted and dripped.

Velvet then set her down on the bed, sitting next to her, kissing again and again. Oh, she could do this forever, and Velvet obliged. The warmth. The touch. The taste and smell of two mares fond of each other. She’d never imagined herself with another mare, and now she could hardly think of anything else. The stroking of her body sent waves of scattering electricity running through her. Every stroke. Every squeeze. Velvet dropped her mouth to Rarity’s neck, and the bite she gave sent little explosions running wildly up and down her spine.

The mare pressed her on her back, and kissed further and further down, till her lips found Rarity’s breast. As Velvet’s mouth closed on the cone, Rarity arched her back at a new discovery. She closed her eyes as Velvet mouth seemed to pour in a cascade of pleasure that spread out to renew the concentrations with her.

And then she bit. It was no more harder than she had her neck, but the sensation popped her eyes wide as the strangest sensation radiated from the nipple. Discomfort, yes, but also at the same time a wonderful comfort that now spilled her over into a small little explosion of bliss. “Oh, Velvet!” she moaned in delight at this discovery.

Sweet Celestia, how could any mare get this wet being bitten?

Velvet, correctly interpreting her noise, moved her attention to the other and repeated the performance, her hand gently massaging and caressing her suckled breast as her lips worked on the other. Another bite. Slow. Deliberate. Testing. Rarity caught Velvet watching her reaction, and it came just as intense as the first. The spike of pain, and quickly after the rush of something indescribably wonderful. When the pressure eased, the wonderful remained, drowning out the throb. Velvet let the cone escape with a comical pop and then smiled. “Like that?” she said as she caressed Rarity’s fluttery tummy.

“Like it? Darling, that was...” She swallowed. Was it strange to feel so good after being bitten? “Normal?”

“For a lot of mares,” Velvet answered, calming Rarity’s fears that there was something wrong with her. The pair shifted more fully on her bed, and Velvet took Rarity’s thumb and pulled it into her mouth. Inexplicably, it was that which made her blush furiously as Velvet suckled, and then bit. The sensation was slightly attenuated, yet the response was similar.

Then the pain increased, and broke through the layer of pleasure. “Ow!” she hissed, and Velvet immediately released.

“Sorry. But now I know where your threshold is,” she said with a smile, before kissing the thumb. “Nothing too strange,” she said as she stretched out besides her, cuddling her smaller body against Rarity’s. Rarity’s relief must have shown. “That’s something that really worries you, isn’t it?” Velvet asked with a small frown.

Rarity sighed, holding her closely. Why lie now? “When I was young, I tried touching myself. My mother interrupted me, and told me it was disgusting. And again, at finishing school, there was a scandal. The teasing was... excessive,” Rarity said, her heart racing at the memory. “I don’t want to be seen as a deviant.”

Velvet shifted so that she could gaze into Rarity’s eyes. “Rarity, we’re all deviants to someone that doesn’t understand us. It’s a meaningless word in the bedroom. What matters is that you do what you like, not be ashamed because you like it.” She said and then smiled gently, rubbing Rarity’s belly again. “I sell to ponies who love used mare stockings and lingerie. It’s not something I’ll ever do, but they’re not deviants. They just have something they like.” Her smile and eyes hardened. “For me to consider you a deviant, you’d have to hurt someone that doesn’t want to be hurt, or make them feel worse for having sex than better.”

“I would never,” Rarity breathed, her body warm and her eyes wet.

“I know,” Velvet replied as her hand stroked down lower and then touched her cleft. “Which is why I’m doing this with you.” Rarity closed her eyes and drew her knees apart, giving permission for those fingers to touch her mound. To curl and rasp lightly against her folds. Rarity had touched herself frequently since that party.

Being touched by another? Infinitely better. The graze of fingernail against flesh drew her breath in tight as Velvet casually, playfully caressed her. Alone, Rarity could anticipate where and how hard she’d touch herself. Now, every moment was unknown, and wonderful for it. One fingertip ran a tight race around her clitoris while another made more languid circuits around the opening of her sex. Every stroke from Velvet extended the bliss washing through her body.

Then two fingers presented themselves at her sex and slowly entered in, curling around her pelvic bone as she lay there in a daze. The feeling of the touch of another, inside her, ignited the chain reaction she’d craved. Rubs and the delightful pleasures grew with every touch and caress as those fingers started to move in and out. Had she been merely masturbating, she could have forced herself to peak swiftly. Velvet was under no such limitations as her gray fingers rocked in and out with maddening languidity. Her white flower dripped its nectar wantonly all over Velvet’s hand, and her thighs, and her bed. Good gracious, had she sprung a leak or something.

Rarity’s eyes opened and looked up at the mare that held her body, her sex, her joy in her hand. Velvet, who had been doing all the work, simply smiled down upon her. “Ready?” she asked. The white unicorn opened her mouth, found her throat incapable of answering, and simply nodded as fast as she could, cheeks flaming.

Velvet twisted her hand as her magic pressed Rarity’s legs further apart. Now they thrust in deeper and harder, curling around her pelvic bone and pressing in deeper and faster than Rarity had ever dared. The blaze that Velvet fanned left her incapable of little else besides throwing her head back and moaning, gasping, helplessly! She’d never diddle herself like this... and perhaps that was the point! Velvet was pushing her to where Rarity could never go on her own.

Then a new sensation. A wonderful soft, wet, silky sensation and she stared down at Velvet dragging her tongue over Rarity’s folds. Velvets eyes met hers, and she smiled even as she flicked her tongue around those penitrating fingers. ‘But it’s dirty’ a pathetic part of her objected, only to be beaten to death by a part roaring ‘More!’ Velvets lips closed on her clitty, giving it a gentle suckle like her nipple, and that that was enough to send her eyes rolling back as she trembled.

Her voice choked as she tried to call out Velvet’s name, body shaking with every passing second. Finally, she threw her head back, arching her spine, as her body exploded. “Gyah-ha-HAAAA!” she wailed incoherently as her body simply let everything go at once. Her pelvis seized Velvet’s fingers in a death grip, and refused to let go, her insides roiling, clenching, twisting, relaxing, and clenching again. Every motion, every sensation was just too much wonderful.

Velvet’s fingers slowed their rub and she shifted Rarity on her side, the mare panting for breath as she wept and laughed and trembled. Spooning up behind her, Velvet just held her tingly, twitching body as her wits reassembled itself. “You’re fine,” purred Velvet gently over and over again. A part of her shamefully wondered if she’d wet herself, she was so sticky. Her face was a mess of tears, snot, and spit. She probably appeared absolutely ghastly!

And it was happier than she’d ever been in her life.

Rarity struggled to put her thoughts into some kind of coherence. “Good?” Velvet asked with a faintly worried smile, as if concerned she’d traumatized Rarity some how. Rarity didn’t trust herself to speak, so she nodded again.

It was only after the twitches inside her pelvis finally ended that she felt she could answer. “That was... I’m rather at a loss for words, Darling.” Slowly, she rolled on to her back, and Velvet casually stroked her tingly breasts down to her sodden slit. “Good is painfully inadequate. Splendid--” she was silenced by a kiss from the gray mare.

“Should be saved for when you have a little more experience with me and other ponies,” she finished as she continued that torso rub that helped spread out Rarity’s tingly sensations. “I’m glad that you feel nice, but this was just a first time. You’ll have more. You’ll have partners that are better than now, and some who are worse than now. Best to keep a level head.” She gave Rarity another kiss, and the mare, now quite off her peak but still aroused, realized what that meant: She could do this, and so she could do this again! Working out who and where would take some time, but that door that had seemed so terrifyingly difficult to open was behind her now, and from this side, seemed almost comical.

Still, she’d never forget her apprehension. Rarity turned and nuzzled one of Velvet’s breasts. “You didn’t get a turn, Darling,” she said as she rubbed her nose against the little nub. Then, before Velvet could dissuade her, she pulled the nipple in and started to suckle upon it. She had no idea how hard to do so, but Velvet immediately let out a cry of delight as Rarily flicked her tongue gently along the tip in her mouth.

“Too hard!” Velvet blurted, but reached around to hold Rarity’s head in place, so she didn’t pull away as she’d intended. “Softer...” she directed and Rarity slackened her hold on the cone. “There. That’s nice. Start soft and build up,” Velvet said as Rarity smiled and closed her eyes, focusing on the texture of the nipple in her mouth. Not so bad at all, she thought as she stroked her tongue around and against the tip. “Oh, that’s very nice,” Velvet sighed.

Giving pleasure wasn’t much different than giving a present; you thought of what they want and provide it in a way they accept. The praise she received... it made her flush with delight that she could give this to another pony. She let it pop free, and her hands roamed down Velvet’s side. Rarity’s blue eyes sought permission from Velvet, and the gray unicorn reposed on her side gave it by lifting one bent leg like a clam, presenting her own wet excitement.

Rarity cooed as her fingers explored another mare’s sex. It was like her own, but also oddly alien as well. Her fingers teased the folds apart, revealing her inner lips. There was the pink nub peeking out from under its hood. Her tiny hole, then her fingers found her channel. Velvet let out a groan as she was explored, and Rarity was able to slip three fingers into the mare’s depths, scissoring them and evoking a deeper moan of delight. Nothing like Rarity herself had emitted. She tried to rub her as she’d been rubbed, but the angle was different and Rarity was more fumbling around.

She caught Velvet watching her and flushed. “Relax. It’s wonderful,” Velvet said with a half smile, closing her eyes and moving her hips to slowly rock against her mouth, making little moans in the back of her throat. Rarity knew it was unrealistic to expect perfection her first time, but a little prideful part disapproved of her less than stellar performance. The more she licked, the warmer and wetter Rarity became, as if the sheer illicitness excited her more and more. This was the ‘dirty hole’ she was licking...

No, actually it wasn’t.

She stopped licking for all of a moment, pondering if she was utterly mad, then lowered her lips to Velvet pucker and pressed her mouth to it, caressing it with her tongue. There was a taste, but it was so faint as to be almost unrecognizable. She slipped and slid her tip around that gray ring, and was rewarded with what she sought: a loud moan of delight that rivalled Rarity’s earlier. Had Velvet cast some sort of spell upon her? This was dirty... dirty dirty dirty! So why was her mare bit quivered as if it threatened to explode with no contact at all! Why?

But Velvet’s blissful cries answered her. She was giving the gift of pleasure, and it felt so wonderfully right that the disgust just melted away and a baffling enjoyment bubbled up inside her. She felt the tip wiggle in and heard Velvet’s delight, the gray mare glancing back as if she herself couldn’t believe this was happening. Their eyes met, and Rarity felt an almost magical surge at the want and need in Velvet’s eyes.

Rarity closed her eyes and pushed her tongue all the way in. The taste was stronger here, but so alien that she was able to push it in perhaps an inch and a half. Then she began to thrust her tongue in an out of Velvet’s ring. A cry of delight sounded as Rarity’s mouth worked, her own fingers dropping down to rub her own twitching, humming petals and beat at them frantically with her fingers. Suddenly, Velvet let out a scream of delight, legs kicking spasmodically as she gasped, her sex speckling Rarity’s muzzle with droplets of bliss. At once, Rarity’s own body unloaded, a fire of desire and pleasure roaring out through her body as she cried out, her muscles twitching as she cried out against Velvet’s rump.

The pair collapsed, gasping... and then it hit Rarity what she had just done. She’d licked another mare’s tail... no! She’d stuck her tongue inside! She’d tasted it! Her body trembled as her brain unloaded a wave of guilt like a sledgehammer against the pleasure bubbling inside her loins. She was foul and perverse and disgusting and if her parents knew, her friends knew, her sister knew--

“That was wonderful,” Velvet panted, her fingers stroking through Rarity’s mane and interrupting the hammer falls of guilt and self disgust. “I never imagined I’d be rimmed so well in a million years. That was incredible.”

Something fundamental warred inside her. “It... It was okay, darling?”

Velvet smiled as she sat up, reached out, and pulled Rarity into an embrace. “It was amazing. I don’t meet many mares who’d do that. Not entirely my thing, but still... wow!” And she beamed at Rarity, before her smile faded. “Are you okay?”

I licked another mare’s tail hole, Rarity though, and then in the depths of her soul, continued, and I think I really liked it! With that Rarity bawled, burying her face into Velvet’s shoulder, “Oh, Darling,” she wailed, “I think I’ve a pervert!”

Such a ridiculously silly thing to cry over, yet she did for a few minutes as her emotions reset themselves. Fine minutes later, Velvet handed her a handkerchief as they cuddled together on her bed. “Better?” Velvet asked.

Rarity nodded. “I’m not... I didn’t... I...” she faltered and then asked, a bit exasperated with herself, “Did I at least lick your hindquarters well?”

“Very well,” Velvet assured her, her arms around Rarity’s waist. “Did you like licking me there?” she asked back. Rarity hung her head as her social instincts vied with her sincere feelings.

“Celestia, yes,” Rarity confessed with a groan. “I thought I must have been going crazy but when you liked it... I loved it. I loved hearing your noises and feeling you squirm and knowing I was the one giving you that pleasure...” she trailed off. “Is all sex like this?”

“It can be,” Velvet said with a grin. “If you’re lucky.” She said giving Rarity a tiny squeeze. “The important question is this: do you want to do it again?”

Rarity knew the answer she was supposed to give. The answer that was drilled in by her mother, school and society in general. Mares did not love licking other mare’s rear ends! It was disgusting,foul and wrong. Rarity just closed her eyes and answered with a smile, “Yes. I truly do, Velvet. And so very much more!”

And Velvet’s lips met hers, promising so very much more to come.

Author's Note

Velvet, as hopefully many of you know is the wonderful creation and property of Siansaar / Carnifex. Poke him for art if you like. I'm sure both of us would also be delighted for any bits you care to donate to our respective Patreons.

Hope the story stays interesting and the sex is still good. Thanks for reading.