Exhibition Inhibition

It had been over a month since Rarity had agreed to the dance. Many times since then, she had questioned her own decision. Many times since then, Twilight, too, had suggested they call the whole thing off. It would be the sensible decision, really, and yet something was stopping her, and she wasn't even sure what. She told herself that backing out now would mean breaking her promise, never really making reparation for her actions. Twilight did not wish to hold it against her, but surely going back on her word would forever poison the trust between them.

Yet time and again, she wondered if she was only making excuses. The thought of her upcoming “performance” sent a chill of anticipation through her. Perhaps her true motives had nothing to do with Twilight at all, but only with satisfying her own desire. Either way, the longer she stayed on this path, the more she felt driven to see it through to the end (and of course, the more arrangements Twilight made, the more problematic it would be if Rarity really did back out).

Still, every time Rarity thought back on that morning, she struggled to believe what she had seemingly locked herself into.

The minotaur “dance instructor” Twilight had found for Rarity had been quite demanding, and had put her through eighteen days of intensive training, all the while remarking that they had time only to teach Rarity the most basic of performance. Rarity's inexperienced clumsiness, she said, would probably escape the prince's notice, since Rarity was quite “conventionally pretty” and the prince would no doubt find her “exotic”. On top of this, she had combined dance lessons with a crash-course in etiquette for this situation. Rarity had forcibly swallowed her pride in order to learn as efficiently as possible, staying focused on her goals.

When the lessons on etiquette turned to talk of audience members openly pleasuring themselves, Rarity's eyes had been opened to just what she had agreed to. She hardly felt able to complain, though, given that she had at least known full well that she would be wearing “the belt”, and what that would entail.

Faced with the prospect of performing for a crowd of minotaurs — and several ponies, apparently — Rarity began to feel that merely having sex with the prince might have been an easier option. Then again, Rarity had never been one to settle for half-measures. Not to mention, Twilight would be in the audience. Somehow, that made Rarity a whole lot more comfortable with the idea. In fact she had insisted that Twilight not be present during her training nor rehearsals, to heighten her friend's anticipation. She could tell Twilight was almost as excited as she was worried.

And now here she was, in her dressing room, selecting her outfit for this evening — for the performance that was now less than an hour away. None of the dresses were really up to the standards of her own work, but then she had never made anything suitable for this kind of dancing.

There came a knock at the door.

“Come in!”

Starlight Glimmer stepped inside.

“Uh, hi Rarity!”

“Starlight!? Why… uhh, darling, whatever are you doing here?”

“Oh, well, heh,” Starlight grinned sheepishly and bounced her name lightly with one hoof, “we… may have been slightly nosy and now all of us know what you're doing here tonight”. She flashed Rarity another awkward smile and continued: “I hope you don't mind. I mean, it is a matter of public record, if you know where to look”.

Rarity's face went blank as she tried to process this. One thought solidified before the others.

“We?”

Starlight pushed the door open further. An uncharacteristically embarrassed-looking Rainbow Dash and a near-petrified Fluttershy stepped into the room behind her.

“Applejack said this wasn't really her sort of thing,” explained Starlight, “and we sort of… convinced Pinkie Pie that it wasn't really her sort of thing, either. It, uh, didn't seem like a good idea to bring her along. But the three of us were wondering, if it would be alright with you, if we could join Twilight in the audience”.

Rainbow Dash seemed unable to look Rarity in the eye. Fluttershy was trying to hide behind her own mane. Starlight, however, had the innocent expression of a point who had just asked if she could join her new friends to a picnic.

“Uhh… Starlight, darling, are you sure you understand what is planned for tonight?”

“Mm-hmm. I've been reading up on minotaur courtship rituals, and some of the more erotic aspects of their culture. Being able to watch a pony attempt a modern reinterpretation of this tradition sounds fascinating”.

“Yeah!” interjected Rainbow Dash. “What she said. About it being all cultural, you know, and fascinating!”

Fluttershy, at least, had the decency to look embarrassed enough for the three of them.

“And,” Starlight added, “this could prove to be an historical event of great significance”.

“Historical significance!” echoed Rainbow.

Rarity looked askance at Starlight; There was nothing but friendly cheerfulness on the other mare's face. “Rainbow, dear,” chided Rarity, without looking at from Starlight, “I do believe you are drooling”.

Starlight continued to smile patiently while Rainbow brushed a hoof across her mouth, just to be sure. Eventually, Rarity broke eye contact, shrugging and making a mental note never to play poker with Starlight Glimmer.

“Well, I don't mind,” declared Rarity, “if Twilight says it's okay”.

The three ponies left the room, leaving Rarity to her thoughts. It surprised her that she didn't mind, but somehow the thought of having her close friends there was both reassuring and inspiring, giving her more determination to make this the most memorable performance she could muster.

The scarlet dress, she decided. Nothing else was good enough. But before that, there was one last step to prepare…

She let her gaze fall on to the replacement spellbook that sat on her table. With proper knowledge of its contents, she would not trigger it accidentally, but for tonight, she was expected to cast that same spell on herself once more. At least this time, she knew it could be removed.

Taking a breath to steady herself, Rarity lit her horn, and began the spell. Immediately, the magic gripped her tail, hoisting it into an upright position. Her shadow began to twist and writhe, detaching itself from the floor as tendrils of blackness, which coiled around her legs and engulfed her rear. Smooth, fluid yet solid, and flesh-warm, the substance entered her holes, spreading her open and filling her up. As the spell reached completion, the blackness constricted, leaving the hard, ornate casing once again confining her rump.

Satisfied that the spell had reached completion successfully, Rarity began to breathe normally once more, and returned to the subject of clothing. The scarlet dress had several extra pieces and accessories, so dressing took slightly longer than usual. She needed to be quite familiar with each item, since a big part of the performance was the undressing…

The “auditorium” was dark, and held the heavy smell of minotaur musk. Comfortable, reclined seating had been arranged in semicircles around low tables, all set up with a clear view of the stage. Long, shallow steps lead from the centre of the stage down to the middle of the room, where the two "royal" tables had been set up. Princess Twilight Sparkle sat restlessly at one, accompanied by three of her friends (two of whom were refusing to make eye contact with anyone, while the third wore the brightest and most friendly smile in the room).

At the other royal table, Prince Taurox lounged, having chosen to sit alone.

Arranging for live music had proven far easier than Twilight had anticipated, the Canterlot Musicians' Guild were surprisingly accommodating of such events. The young princess wondered just how debauched the elite of Equestria actually were, behind closed doors.

The lights dimmed further, and the musicians began their introduction. A spotlight illuminated the stage, and Rarity made her entrance. Many layers of scarlet fabric covered almost every inch of her from the neck down, and her face was hidden behind a veil.

With all eyes on the room upon her, Rarity felt the belt shiver into action, sending the first tremors of pleasure out from her crotch, rippling up along her spine and down her hindlegs. Steadying herself with a show breath, she began to follow the show rhythm, allowing her body to sinuate across the stage, practised steps guiding her movements.

She ran a hoof down the length of her body, from muzzle to rump, writhing with the movement. With her magic, she unfastened one end of the first sash, hovering it just a half-inch from her hoof-tip. Lifting herself onto hindlegs only, she spun the sash around her, unravelling and casting it aside, translucent layers hinting at her body beneath the layers. The original dancers would have used their hands for this, but everyone had agreed that a touch of magic would better preserve the elegance of the performance.

The crowd watched in rapt attention, as Rarity slowly removed veil after veil, teasingly playing with each fold as she revealed more of her bare coat and mane. She found a giddy delight in that, while she had spent most of her life unclothed, the mere act of revealing her body had become something deeply sexual. The pulsing phallus in her nethers sent shivers up her spine, yet for all the eyes upon her she was not overwhelmed. She could feel her pleasure slowly building with the rising music, but her movements stayed entirely under her control. It was, she felt, as though she was swimming with the current instead of being dragged away by it.

She was not merely naked beneath her veils, though. As the layers fell away, her stacked mane, beset with gems, was revealed. A decorative bridle looped around her head, fine chains sparkling in the spotlight. She wore earrings, a choker necklace, and the last layer she would not remove was a “dress” that emphasised far more than it covered, framing her “belt” in red lace. A single garter drew the eyes along her hindleg, but it was her tail-style that she felt most proud of — once the fabric weighing it down was removed. Raised high and looped back on itself, Rarity knew that such a style would scandalise Canterlot if she ever wore it in public. No less bejewelled, the twin loops would hide nothing, but only emphasis the sight of her bare rump, the metal plate precisely covering her vulva and nothing more, and the black rose butt-plug that sat between her cheeks.

Of course, the sash concealing that was the last to be removed, and not before flaunting her barely-covered posterior to the audience, in a very “come-and-get-it” pose. Even then, she had turned her backside away from the audience for the actual moment of removal, and returned to a bipedal stance for a slow revolution to tease them further.

Casting her gaze over the room, just able to make out the audience through the darkness, she was pleased to see that many of them were indeed taking the opportunity to “enjoy” themselves a little more. All eyes were still on her, but many hands and hooves were otherwise occupied. She had been worried about the prospect before leaving her room, now it only fuelled her enjoyment more. Officially, she knew, she had reached the climax of her performance, and could leave the stage at this point. Right now though, she wanted something… more.

Prince Taurox lounged, front-and-centre, legs spread and loincloth discarded. His cock stood upright, untouched but quite uncovered, gently twitching. His eyes met hers. His table had been pushed aside, inviting her in.

Rarity knew the protocols, and knew it was entirely her choice. She sauntered across the stage and down the steps, the spotlight following her slow advance. Right before him, she danced, slowly turning and writhing, twisting and bracing herself on the nearby table. She brushed her tail over his legs, and up to his crotch, silky soft hairs brushing his tip.

Though she knew her focus should be on the prince, she took a moment when her back was turned to glance across at her friends. She revelled in Fluttershy's gaze, the shy mare's lust overcoming her embarrassment. Rainbow, too, was clearly enraptured. Starlight's expression of polite interest was honestly a little unnerving, but above all Rarity saw what she had been looking for. Twilight Sparkle stared longingly, one hoof buried between her thighs as her eyes followed Rarity's every motion.

Grinning, Rarity turned back to the prince, lowering herself between his legs to claim her prize. Hips raised and still gently swaying, she lowered her muzzle to his throbbing glans. His penis was quite different from what Rarity was used to, but the basic shape was familiar enough. Extending her tongue, she licked first one side, then the other, then the underside as she brought her mouth still closer.

The prince placed his hand on the side of her face. Almost on instinct, she knocked it aside with her hoof, shooting an angry glare up at him. Not pausing long enough to let herself begin panicking at this possible faux pas, she took his tip in her mouth and lit a spell to envelop his balls. She knew the texture of this magic would provide a stimulation that she hoped he would find pleasurable, but she brought her hoof down to gently stroke his balls with her own touch. As she slowly bobbed her head, licking and sucking on his glans, the prince lowered his hands to his side, accepting Rarity's control.

Rarity's world shrunk around her, pleasure carrying her and guiding her movements. The belt stimulated her, the knowledge that her friends were watching her lustfully held foremost in her mind, and the feeling of the hot, fleshy cock in her mouth held her focus. As her head bobbed back and forth, she swung her hips, swaying her whole body with each motion and waving her rump in the air. She delighted in gradually working the prince's cock further into her mouth, each push taking it further, until she felt it pressing against her throat. She pulled back, savouring the texture of the prince's glans on her tongue, the taste of salt and musk already mixing with her saliva.

Drooling spittle down his shaft, she plunged forward, determined to take his entire length in one motion. The prince once again moved his hand to the side of her head, fingers slipping between the strands of her mane. This time, she did not object. She swallowed his entire organ balls-deep into her, then held it there a moment before continuing. She sucked and gulped, pulling his cock out to the tip of her tongue, then thrusting it fully back in again, over and over.

Her whole body was tensing and shivering, pushed close to the edge. Pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, but she forcibly held it back, knowing that she would not be satisfied with climaxing before reaching her goal. From the princes low moans, and the way he tensed, she could tell that goal was not far off.

The prince began bucking his hips, matching her rhythm, one hand dishevelling her mane while the other gripped his chair tightly. She moaned whenever she could breathe, her lungs already starting to feel the deficit of air, but single-minded focus had gripped her, and she had no intention of slowing her thrusts.

At the final thrust, the prince's hand tightened on her head, pressing her face against his nethers. She gripped his leg tightly, holding her pose as his cum pumped straight down her throat. She coughed and spluttered, backwashing the copious fluids into her mouth and nostrils, but kept her lips tight and sucked it down.

The taste of his cum, the knowledge that he was orgasming, and the raw physicality of having her throat held down around his spurting cock, pushed Rarity past the brink of pleasure. She allowed the orgasm to burst inside her, sending spasms through her body as her cunt clamped down on the shuddering dildo.

After the first few spurts, she pulled back, his grip yielding as she slid her mouth back to the head of his member. Semen flooded her mouth as she rushed breaths through her nose. Keeping her lips sealed around his shaft, she gulped down mouthfuls of thick, gooey spooge. Her body was still quivering with delight, and she relished every drop.

Only when the flood abated, and his hand fell limp from her head, she began stroking his shaft to draw out the last beads, licking and sucking to capture every drop. Finally satisfied that her meal had ended, she rose from his crotch and licked her lips. She turned, lifting a napkin from the nearby table, and sauntered back up the steps to the stage exit, still swaying her ass at the captive audience even as her own fluids ran down her legs and onto the floor. Rogue hairs flopped down across her face, she knew full well her mane was a mess, but on this rare occasion she would flaunt the “messy” look with pride.

One removal spell, shower, and change of clothes later, Rarity left her room to meet up with Twilight. In honestly, she still felt to be positively glowing from pleasure, a smile on her lips and a bounce in her step. Her hair and mane, she had returned to their normal style. Her clothes gone, she was naturally naked once more, yet felt less exposed than she had in weeks.

Twilight was standing, still stunned, in the reception area, receiving an excited ramble from Starlight Glimmer, who seemed fascinated by the role of sexuality in minotaur culture.

“Hello, darling,” Rarity cooed. “I do hope you enjoyed my little show?”

Twilight turned to face Rarity. She made several attempts to speak, but only managed a few semi-coherent sounds.

“Miss Rarity!” The deep, masculine rumble carried across the room. Rarity turned to see Prince Taurox, smiling warmly and striding towards them (and now, thankfully, wearing an ornate loincloth. Since his natural height placed his loins rather close to pony mouth-level, Rarity felt that its absence would have made the conversation considerably more awkward).

“And of course,” he continued, “Princess Twilight”. He turned back to Rarity “I want to thank you, for that… exquisite performance”. Back to Twilight, “You have a most wonderful taste in friends”.

Seeing Twilight continuing to struggle with words, Rarity opted to intervene. “Why thank you, your highness. I must say, I quite enjoyed myself,” she directed a smile in Twilight's direction, “and I hope the rest of the audience did, too.”

“I am certain much enjoyment was had all around,” replied the prince. “I was wondering if perhaps you would enjoy a tour of our capital city some time?”

Rarity smiled back, having already decided how to answer this question, if it arose. “Why your highness, that sounds delightful”. She sidled up next to Twilight. “Perhaps the next time my princess is visiting, I could accompany her, and we could see the sights together”. She smiled coyly. “I am one of her close, personal, friends, after all”.

Twilight stared a moment at Rarity, then offered the prince an awkward smile. The prince's brow raised, and he nodded slightly.

“Oh? I see. Well, then, Princess Twilight, allow me to say that you have excellent taste in… close, personal, friends. And I hope we will be able to resume negotiations quite soon”.

With this, he turned, and walked away.

Rarity stood, smiling, while Twilight found her voice. When she did, it was accompanied by a nervous smile. “Well… that went well, right? The prince is happy, and we should be resuming negotiations…” she paused. “Do… you think, he thinks that we're…?” she gestured a hoof back and forth between them.

Rarity stepped in close to Twilight, grinning. “Twilight, you never did answer my question”.

“Question?”

Rarity stepped past Twilight, turning her head back for an over-the-withers look, and leaning in close. “Did you enjoy the show, darling?”

As Twilight's face turned magenta, Rarity walked past, flicking her tail up to stroke the flustered princess's chin.

“By the way, darling,” Rarity asked Starlight Glimmer, in an undertone, “where are Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy?”

“Oh!” replied Starlight, “they both headed straight for the bathroom after the show”. She frowned. “They've both been in there a while, now”.