Rarity Takes Twilight Over Tea
"How are you enjoying your tea, daring?" asked Rarity, slowly stirring a spoonful of sugar into her own cup. "I'm so glad you could make it this week. I'm simply lost when your duties interfere with our weekly tête–à–tête. We see so little of each other these days at it is; and when we do, so often the fate of Equestria is at stake, or there's an important friendship problem to solve, or somesuch thing. It's so rare anymore that we have time to simply sit and chat." She levitated the cup to her lips and took a sip, awaiting a response from her friend.
"I cannot stand it anymore!" princess Twilight Sparkle announced, standing up. "I can live this lie no longer!"
"Why, Twilight, whatever do you mean?" asked Rarity, setting down her cup. Their regular weekend tea time was certainly taking a sudden and unexpected turn.
"I have to confess, I am not really Twilight Sparkle. She is merely an alternate identity I have created for myself, a ruse to disguise my nefarious deeds. In truth, I am the dread pirate Dusk Shine, prince of buccaneers!" A brilliant flash of light and colour, and suddenly the formerly slight and retiring princess stood before her as an imposing alicorn stallion.
Rarity looked up startled. Colouring and cutie mark remained unchanged, but where her friend's features were once delicate and feminine, now they proclaimed a powerful masculinity. Strong, chiseled jaw; dreadlocked mane wild and unruly; broad, squared off shoulders, withers, and neck; sturdy, shapely legs and back; tightly sculpted flank and rump, and... oh my, that is truly the pièce de résistance.
"You, my lady, are the most beautiful mare I have encountered in all my wanderings," continued the now-alicorn-prince. "It has been unbearable torture living so close to you for so long, while you remained perpetually out of reach; never being able to possess you, or even touch you, for fear of discovery. I can no longer hold myself back, I have lost all control and thought for my own safety. I must have you, regardless of the cost!"
"But, no, you cannot mean, I could not possibly give myself to such a... such an uncouth, deceitful ruffian!" declared the flustered unicorn mare. "No matter how ruggedly handsome or well-endowed!"
"If you will not surrender yourself to me willingly, then I have no choice but to take you by force! I am, after all, a notorious pirate, and I let nothing and nopony stand between me and the object of my desires!"
Rarity felt herself lifted in his magic aura and flung bodily down upon her couch. She could only watch as he advanced upon her, impressive stallionhood at the ready.
"No, anything but that! I beg you, think of my social standing, my family's reputation!" She flung back her head, hoof raised to her forelock, "I could not bear to have my virtue so violated, my honor so besmirched!" She watched as her gown was pushed up past her croup, and felt her back legs pressed slowly open by Dusk Shine's magic. "Release me you brute! You beast! You monster!"
*snerk*
"Please, sir! I beg of you! Do not... pardon?"
*grch* *snick* *snort* "Bwahahahahah! Hahahahha! Ahahaha. Haha. Ah. Er, sorry Rarity, but I just couldn't help it," the looming stallion finally forced out when he was able to breathe normally again. "You just... you sounded like something out of one of your trashy romance novels, and it was already hard enough keeping a straight face through all that ridiculous dialog you gave me." The ostensible pirate prince could not repress a giggle.
"It's my favorite romance novel," Rarity said with comically exaggerated offense, "and I'd hardly call it trashy. A touch risqué, perhaps..."
"Sorry, Rarity," replied the purple mare-turned-stallion, a twinge of embarrassment on her, no his, countenance. "Um... do... do you want to try again? Now that I know what's coming, I think I'll be able to manage-"
"No," sighed Rarity, "That's quite all right Twili- er, Dusk Shine." She winked at her crestfallen friend. "I think the mood has been too thoroughly broken by this point. No matter, I realize it was something of an outré request in any case. No need to apologize. I'm honestly surprised you agreed to it."
"Sorry," apologized Twilight-turned-Dusk again. "I guess I'm just a little confused by the whole thing."
"Well, you and Applejack and I did have such fun playing together at your slumber party, and that pleasant little tryst we shared on your birthday was quite enjoyable as well; so I thought it would be nice to get together and spend a little more... intimate... time with you again. I had planned to ask sooner, but what with one thing and another, and being so busy running the boutiques..."
"No, I understand that, and I've been thinking the same thing about you. It's just, well, I guess I don't get the whole ravishment scene you asked me to perform. I mean, I know some ponies are into the fantasy rape thing, but you never struck me as the type."
"Why do you say that? After all, our little kinks don't always make sense, like Fluttershy's covert exhibitionism, or Rainbow Dash's obsession with griffons, or Pinkie Pie's... well, let's just say that it's the nature of such attractions to be irrational."
"I know, it's just... well, you're so in-control all the time. I mean, you're an accomplished business-pony, owning three shops and managing two employees, plus all of your design work, and your personal time... I've been quite impressed by how well-organized your schedule is, actually. But rape fantasies, as I understand them, are about abdicating control, letting someone else call the shots; and to some extent, a bit about the shame and social stigma some ponies feel around sex. After all if you're forced into sex, then you're not responsible for it, no matter much you secretly want it, and so you don't have to deal with the stigma. At least, that's the impression I get from my reading, since I haven't really studied the psychology in any depth. And I know you well enough to know that you're one of the most responsible ponies I've ever met, and supremely comfortable with your sexuality, not in the least concerned about any social stigmas."
"Well, that's just it," Rarity sighed, "it's not that I'm ashamed; as you noted, I'm not. But that I am so very responsible. I'm heaped with responsibilities. And while I absolutely would not have it any other way — I worked very hard to get where I am after all — sometimes it's nice to set all that aside. To let someone else take responsibility and not have to be the one in control all the time. To just let go, surrender myself, and be carried away on a wave of someone else's passion for a change. And who doesn't like a bit of role-playing, now and again." She winked at Twilight-Dusk.
"I suppose I can understand that. It can definitely be difficult having so many responsibilities," Twilight-Dusk replied, "though I prefer escaping in a good book. I'm just surprised you asked me. I would think Applejack, or maybe Rainbow Dash, would be more of the take-charge type, more than I am; and I know AJ reads those same trashy romances." She-he couldn't resist a firm eye roll with that last observation.
"Oh, I've thought about them, but dear Applejack is far too noble and forthright to consider playing such a dastardly role, and Rainbow Dash is... well, Rainbow Dash, if you take my meaning. Maybe if I was playing the helpless princess in need of rescuing... And as I said, you've been on my mind for a while now. Besides, you have something special that neither of them have."
"Oh? What's that?"
"Why, your magic, darling," replied Rarity. "The ability to transform yourself. Truly become the role. You've done such a splendid job of it," she continued, pointedly glancing down at Twilight-Dusk's new appendage, a not-so-subtle leer infiltrating her gaze and voice. "And you know I'll fully reward the the effort you've put into it. Although given the circumstances, I'm surprised you're still so, well, tumescent. I would have thought it would have relaxed a bit by now."
"What would have?" He followed Rarity's gaze. "Oh, um, well, I don't actually know how to make it work that much like a real one. It's pretty much stuck in this state as long as I have it. Oh dear," he said, a bit startled at the realization, "I hadn't thought of that. The transformation spell is supposed to last for hours, and I'm sure you have other things you'll need to do eventually. I, um, can't really go walking through town like this. Er, would it be all right if I sort of hang out in your bedroom for a while? Just until the spell wears off. I brought a book, and I promise I won't be in the way."
"We-ell, " responded Rarity with a sensual smirk, "I don't really have all that much to do today. And since you're going to have to put up with it for a few more hours anyway, it seems an awful shame to allow such a beautiful example of stallionhood go to waste. Now, I believe you were about to ravish me..."
