The train would be leaving in forty minutes. The ride to the station took twenty. She was crazy to even consider it. She paced anxiously back and forth inside her boutique. Everything was ready for the trip. Her bags were packed and sitting near the front door. She’d even managed to pack light, only needing six suitcases to hold the bare essentials. She was dressed for the train ride in a casual white sundress with a thin belt on her waist allow the skirt to flare out more strikingly. Below the belt there were blue flower prints which matched her hair and her mule sandals. “Now see here.” She said out loud to herself, “Your taxi will arrive in ten minutes. There’s just not enough time.”

The craving grew stronger. “B-besides, you’d have to fix your hair, so really you’d have five minutes, tops.”

The craving hit her again, answering that she would have less and less time the longer she resisted the inevitable. A shiver ran up her back as that word came to mind, along with the image of what the inevitable would feel like. Rarity let out a little whine as her willpower diminished. She tried bargaining instead. She had a private cabin on the train and wouldn’t have the time crunch. She could just wait forty minutes and do it then. But it was no use. The craving would neither be denied nor delayed. Every second made the urge worse.

Her body began to warm up as her mind thought over what it would feel like. She realized if this kept up, she might be even more disheveled from resisting. That thought finally broke through her resolve and Rarity scampered towards her bedroom.

She quickly grabbed a towel from her dresser and laid it on the bed. Next, she carefully removed her sundress and hung it up then kicked off her shoes. Finally she fell back onto the bed over the towel and tugged her panties away. Her legs parted and one hand reached down and began to circle her clit. Her other hand reached up and cupped one of her breasts, groping a handful and slowly kneaded. Her body responded quickly. Her nipples stiffened up like little diamonds and Rarity began to roll and tug on them, eliciting soft groans. Her pussy quickly overflowed and her thighs grew damp with her nectar, the towel protecting her sheets.

Her body was soon perfectly warmed up and she slipped two fingers into her folds, pumping and curling. There was no time for subtlety for this session. She pushed herself faster and faster until her body was simmering, coiled like a spring, waiting for that last push that would give her release.

But then she held back, slowed down her finger’s assault and rode the edge of her body’s pleasure, locked in exquisite agony. For some reason, she simply couldn't will herself to go over the edge. Every time she got close, her fingers would slow, give her body a moment of respite, and then push her back to the brink once again.

It was strangely addicting. Rarity had been playing with herself like this more often than she could ever remember, but had not allowed herself to climax in nearly a week. All that pent up energy was just held there, intensifying more and more. When she heard a knock on her door, she almost hit the ceiling. The cab! It was here!

“F-five minutes!” She called out, praying she hadn't lost too much time. She quickly worked to clean herself and freshen up. Once dressed, she dashed to her vanity and began running a brush back through her hair to hide any muss from her undignified posture in bed. Four and a half minutes later, she opened her front door, the only sign of her previous ministrations being a slightly flushed expression.

The cabbie was waiting patiently outside next to his bicycle. Rarity had specified she had a lot of luggage and had expected a double bicycle cab, but the driver was incredibly muscular and looked like he could do the job of two average Equestrians. He was a pegasus with a short buzz-cut mohawk of blonde hair. His wings were quite small for his body, though Rainbow Dash had gone on about wing size being less important than guts or some such sports hoo-rah, so it might not be an inhibition for him.

“I’m terribly sorry for my tardiness.” Rarity smiled as the cabbie loaded up her luggage. “Will you still be able to get me to the train station in time?”

“Train station? Yeah!!!” The cabbie cried enthusiastically. Once Rarity was seated, he hopped onto his bicycle and pulled the cab with amazing speed. It was a pretty nice view in the cab too, watching his back muscles ripple through his shirt. He was quite a specimen, the type Rarity wouldn't mind at all bending her over a table and…

Her flush deepened and she squirmed slightly in her seat. It wasn’t proper to have such thoughts out in public, but her imagination had been getting more...unbridled as of late. It was like all the pleasure she was generating from her ‘sessions’ was building up in her brain, soaking it in wicked predilections.

It was affecting her work as well. Everything was still on schedule, but those wicked thoughts made her designs even more daring and evocative than usual. She’d been designing a dress for the mayor the other day, something that was able to communicate the mayor’s professionalism and the gravity of her office while still showing off her more mature femininity. Halfway through designing she’d taken a break and spent half an hour edging in her bedroom. She’d come back to the drawing board certain the design was too frumpy and made several changes, including raising the hemline an extra inch and allowing the top to accentuate the mayor’s cleavage. It was still a professional looking dress-suit but pushed the envelope far more than Rarity would normally go. Still, she expected the mayor would like it.

Rarity was filled with a lot of ambivalence over how this new hobby was affecting her. The pent up arousal she was steeping in was shifting her design sensibilities, but made them no less acute. In some ways it may have even enhanced them. Her eye for adding sensual touches to an outfit had never been sharper. Her eye for finding sensual details in everything had become much more sensitive, like her mind was trying to nudge her into getting the release it wanted.

It wasn’t something she could worry about for the time being. She needed to focus on the Crystalling ceremony. Even after that, who could she even talk to about this? Developing a habit of constantly masturbating but never allowing yourself to cum seemed way outside the purview of friendship lessons, so Twilight and the others were right out. The idea of Celestia finding out such a shameful thing would be even worse.

It was unlikely there were any doctors in Ponyville equipped to deal with such issues. There might be specialists in Manehattan, but if word got out Rarity was seeking therapy from an expert in sexual deviancy, it could damage her reputation in the fashion world. Perhaps Zecora was a compromise, but Rarity was on the fence with that. For now, she would bear things and enjoy the Crystalling and the glamour of the Crystal Empire.

True to his monosyllabic promise, the cab driver made it to the train stop in record time. Rarity had managed to cool off as well. She gathered a generous tip and gave it to the cabbie once he had set down her bags. As she dropped the bits into his hand, she allowed her fingers to gently graze his wrist. He didn’t seem to notice the contact, but it made Rarity’s fingers and ears tingle.

It wouldn't be long now. Once she was in her cabin she would have all the time and privacy she needed for a proper session. Even though she never reached a climax, there was a certain duration Rarity needed to keep sated and her impromptu time before the cab arrived had only been enough to hold her over. There were still ten minutes to go before the train was going to leave.

“Heyyy Rarity!” Pinkie Pie yelled as she leaped from behind and glomped onto Rarity’s back.

Rarity gasped and suppressed a shudder as she felt the warmth of Pinkie’s chest pressing into her. “Ahhh, hello Pinkie.” She managed to say, reaching back and putting her hands on Pinkie’s shoulders.

The bubbly Equestrian finally let go and allowed Rarity to turn around. “Ohh this is so exciting! I can’t wait for the party after the Crystalling!” Pinkie grinned ear to ear, but tilted her head as she took a look at Rarity’s flushed and shocked expression. “Ummmmm, everything okay?”

“Oh, yes, yes everything is fine.” Rarity said with a quick smile, eager to hide the rush of pleasure she'd felt from their contact. “You just caught me by surprise is all.”

“Oh! Sorry about that. I guess I need to make my greeting yell longer, but if I’m not careful I’ll just be all ‘Heyyyyyyyyyyy’ and then I'll be out of breath. I wonder how long I can stretch it out?” Pinkie put a hand on her chin, suddenly in deep thought. “I guess I have to test.”

“Perhaps...you should wait till after the Crystalling for that, darling.” Rarity reached up and put a hand on PInkie’s shoulder. The physical contact felt nice and soothing. She gave the shoulder a little squeeze. “Yelling ‘hey’ constantly might get in the way of the ceremony.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I do need to keep planning for the PARTY after all.” Pinkie’s eyes sparkled, focusing again on the upcoming festivities. She looked like she was going to say something else, but then her head jerked to the side. “Ah, Twilight’s here. Heyyy Twilight!” Pinkie yelled as she sprinted towards the alicorn princess. Rarity giggled at Pinkie’s antics but her breath caught when she saw Star walk into view next to Spike.

Star looked amazing, wearing a halter top with bare shoulders and a pair of cut off jeans. It was simple, but accentuated her lithe form. Of all her friends, Star was the one she was most horrified at learning about her new predilections, considering she sometimes fantasized about...no she couldn't let that get to her now or she’d be beet red. She just needed to head straight to her cabin. She marched over to the train and found a porter leaning against one of the doors. “Yoohoo,” She called to him. “I need to get to cabin 215, could you help me with my bags?”

The porter seemed about Spike’s age. That comparison seemed apt as his eyes bugged out at the sight of Rarity before he nodded and rapidly dashed to Rarity’s bags, attempting to carry all six at once. Rarity giggled and took the smallest of the suitcases and the smallest travel bag. “Just these four darling, I’ll get these other two.” The porter just nodded at her and led her into the train, frequently looking back at Rarity, or more accurately sneaking peeks.

He was obviously attracted to her. The look in his eyes confirmed that. Rarity had seen that look a hundred times from men and sometimes could even tell what part of her in particular had caught their eye, though this boy seemed flustered enough he was taken with the whole package. “N-number 215 ma’am.” He said, putting on a tremulous smile and pointing at the open door.

“Thank you so much darling.” She smiled and fluttered her eyes before reaching into her purse and pulling out five bits. She reached out with the bits on her upturned hand, forcing him to grasp her hand while accepting the tip. The feel of his firm hand warmed Rarity’s skin. She licked her lips and considered whether she should invite the porter in with her. She could pull off his pants and offer something even better than bits to thank him for his help. She bet it would be his first experience with a woman. Talk about the element of generosity.

But that was just crazy. It was her sex steeped mind, again, coming up with impossible ideas. She let his hand linger, but then retreated into the cabin, giving him one last thanks before closing the door.

Only then was she able to sigh in relief. Rarity quickly looked over the cabin. It was designed for six people with padded seating for three on either side, but was all hers for the trip. The train was bound nonstop for the Crystal Empire and aside from her friends, there was only a handful of other riders. She latched the door and drew the shades after cracking open the window. Once her bags found their way to the bins above the seats she took down one bag and withdrew two towels, a washcloth, a bottle of water, and scented candles. She could keep very quiet while she worked, but couldn't hide the scent of her arousal. She’d discovered it was masked well by a mix of vanilla and coconut oil.

Finally, everything was prepared and Rarity removed her clothes and sat on one of the towels. By then, the train had begun to move, pulling Rarity away from the station, giving her true privacy. For a few moments, she waited, just feeling the warmth from her body being exposed and the anticipation of what was coming. Her body tingled, anxious to begin.

She ran her hands slowly through her hair and stretched out her back with a purr, then traced her fingers lightly down her body. She barely grazed her skin, leaving goosebumps in her wake, working down her shoulders and along her breasts. A slight caress of her nipples felt like electric shocks running up her back, but she maintained her pace, going slowly down her tummy, hips, and along her thighs, steering clear of her now simmering nethers.

This wasn’t the rush job from before. Rarity had time to savor every touch. She ran her fingers back up the way they came, then cupped her breasts, giving them a squeeze. She began to squirm in place as her pussy warmed and simmered. Rarity held back as long as she could, toying with her breasts, tracing over her tummy, even lightly caressing her ears, before she finally gave in.

Still, she maintained control. She parted her legs and traced along her mons, tickling along her carefully trimmed strip of pubic hair. Once she had adjusted to that sensation she started to caress over her outer lips, then worked inward. It was like dipping a toe into a cold swimming pool, then dipping more and more in as you adjusted.

She began to pant as her fingers circled her clit. She was so close to the edge. Now she could hold herself right there. She quickly stood and put the towel on the ground, kneeling down and bending over the seat. Her breasts rested on the warm spot where she had been sitting. She stabilized herself with one hand and reached back with the other, plunging three fingers into her folds and caressing her peal with her thumb.

She thrust over and over and bucked her hips to meet her fingers. She was right on the edge and controlled her rhythm to stay hanging in place. One thrust too quick, and she’d likely tumble into climax. She’d learned she could fantasize to keep herself on edge with less overall stimulation, making it much easier to hold herself in place just a hair’s breadth behind the point of no return. It seemed strange that she was strategizing so much on how to prevent her own climax, but for some reason, some part of her didn’t want to cum. Riding the edge was its own form of pleasure, in some ways even more intense than cumming. It made some sense. Cumming was a selfish act. Denying that pleasure seemed more...generous.

She began by fantasizing about the cab driver using those bulky muscles to hold her down, she imagined her fingers were actually his throbbing member, pushing as deep as she could take him. That sustained her for a while before she added the porter to the fantasy, wrapping her lips around him while the cabbie continued to ream her. After that she switched to imagining Big Mac in the position of the cabbie. Then she shifted to some choice unicorn she knew from Canterlot. Each fantasy could keep her going for a little while but her mind seemed to eventually grow numb and she had to shift to keep up the effect.

Finally, her fantasies shifted again and the fingers weren’t some strapping Equestrian’s cock, they were Starlight’s fingers, pushing deep into her as she gripped Rarity’s hair with her other hand. The fantasy of Star left her teetering, but she managed to regain control. She felt the dual cries in her body so exquisitely. She wanted to cum so badly. It had been so so long. But the other part of her mind loved the delicious agony of the denial and even savored it. She began to fantasize about Star whispering praise while she finger fucked her. “It’s impossible for you to cum. Just savor the burning ache of having that final climax just out of reach.”

Rarity held that fantasy for ten minutes, but could feel she was at the end of her session. Any more and she would be rubbing herself raw. She pulled her fingers out and worked on just stroking along her vulva. Then she moved to caressing her thighs, all while taking slow, deep breaths. Bit by bit, she forced her body to cool down and pulled back on the stimulation.

She finished up lightly stroking her breasts, feeling as her body died down, accepting there would be no release. She sat on the floor of the cabin, streaked with sweat and her own nectar mingling with the vanilla and coconut oil in the air. She lingered there, finally ceasing all stimulation and laid still as the last bits of heat subsided.

Once she was ready, Rarity dampened the washcloth and worked to clean herself off, then dried herself with the second towel. After she was clean and dry, she put her clothes back on and carefully fixed up her hair. Soon all evidence of her play was gone, save for the scent in the cabin that was slowly dissipating from the crack in the window. She sat back on the cushioned seats and let out a warm, happy sigh. Even without the climax, she always felt sated at the end of a full session.

When a knock came to the cabin door, she grinned, knowing her secret was safe. “Who is it?” She called coyly.

“It’s me.” Rarity bit her lip, hearing Star’s voice, “Can I come in Rarity?”

Rarity felt the slightest blush spread over her face, and something tingled in the back of her mind. She quickly unlocked the door and opened it. “Of course, dear, come on in.”

Star stepped into the room and offered a friendly smile. Rarity thought there was something slightly off with her expression, like Star was enjoying a secret Rarity wasn’t privy to, but she was too distracted by how beautiful Star was to think much about it. Star really had a glow to her that wasn’t there a week ago. Dating Twilight had seemed to bring a far more alluring side to their former enemy.

She wondered if that was why she had started thinking about Star. After all the incredible men Rarity had tried to set Twilight up with, she had chosen Star. It was probably because Twilight just wasn’t attracted to men, but perhaps somewhere in her subconscious Rarity assumed it was because Star was just that much better.

Star closed the door behind her. “How’s the trip been so far?”

“Ohhh, quite uneventful.” Rarity gave an overly wide smile, remembering it had been less than ten minutes since she’d been masturbating to Star. “I’ve just been watching the scenery go by.”

“It’s been the same for me, Spike and Twilight. We’re all sharing a cabin. I guess you got bored of the scenery after a while. Your blinds are drawn.”

Rarity looked back, realizing her mistake. She’d never re-opened the shades. She just needed to change the subject quickly. “Oh yes, it’s all the same after awhile. I’m surprised you three would just be quietly watching scenery. I assumed Twilight would be prepping you for your rendezvous with Sunburst.”

Starlight pursed her lips, “So she told you about that too?”

“Oh yes, during one of mine and Applejack's spa days. Twilight sometimes joins in. It does sound like an exciting friendship lesson.” Rarity realized her heart was fluttering a bit. Her face felt warm, like her body was close to heating up again.

“It figures she’d be too embarrassed to admit to our relationship as a couple but's eager to chat about our relationship as teacher and pupil." Star sighed. "Oh well. I was actually here to see if now was a good time to see the dress.”

Rarity discreetly pressed her thighs together. “Oh, oh, yes darling it’s a perfect time.” She’d planned to give the dress to Star once they were in the Crystal Empire, but now that Star was here, Rarity wanted her to stay. Talking with her, just being near her, it was making her feel oddly giddy. It was similar to the mental state she was in while edging. She quickly retrieved her long suitcase where she had stored the dress and pulled it out.

The dress was essentially two dresses layered together. The outer layer was a Lavender off the shoulder cut, bound above Star’s breasts and then flaring open, removing a third of the fabric that would make it an independent dress. It was almost like a pleated cape that still partially wrapped around her body. The inner layer was a purple strapless dress with long vertical slits starting from Star’s hip, cutting the skirt into two pieces. The back skirt was cut short, as the outer layer covered it. Together it represented the dual nature of Starlight, the outer shell of anger from when she was their enemy, but a part she was putting behind her, while the inner layer showed her true self, moving forward as a student of friendship.

“What do you think, dear?”

Star smiled happily as she looked it over. “Rarity it’s...it’s amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever owned something so beautiful.”

Rarity bit her lip at the compliment. It felt like the mental equivalent of a tongue running along her clit. “I’m really happy you like it. I try to do my very best work for my friends.”

“And it really shows.” Star beamed and took the dress, holding it up to her own body. “I’m going to look amazing in this. I really owe you, Rarity.”

“Really, Star, it’s the least I could do.” Rarity grinned, riding Star’s praise like she’d ridden her own fingers earlier.

“Still, I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work and your fashion genius. Put this back in the suitcase for now.”

A reward? Rarity wasn’t sure what Star had in mind, but waited to see, placing the dress back in its case. Star sat down on one of the seats. “Now sit here.” Star pat her lap. Rarity stared incredulously at the request, but her nipples both stiffened and her heart began to flutter as a rush of excitement rolled over her.

“Um...why do you want me to sit in your lap?” The part of her that preferred to edge seemed to know something very important would happen there.

“You’ll see. Just sit.” Star said back, smiling but with a firmer tone.

“I...ah, alright Star.” She tentatively moved forward and sat across Star’s lap, her back facing the window. Star wrapped her left arm around Rarity’s waist to stabilize her. Rarity stared at her in confusion, her body buzzing.

“Good, now give me a big hug.” Star instructed with that same secretive smile. Her body seemed to know what was going on and complied. She leaned in and hugged Starlight tight, resting her head on Star’s shoulder. She squirmed gently against Star’s body, anxiously waiting for...something.

Star wrapped her right arm around Rarity’s back and held her shoulder to pull her in closer. Her lips moved right next to Rarity’s ear. “Perfect,” she whispered ever so softly. “Rarity, cum for me.”

Rarity gasped as she heard what Star was saying. Did she know about...an instant later, though, her body began to quiver. The warmth in her cheeks seemed to spread over her whole body and her loins went from calm to simmering to a boil. Her gasp grew ragged as her body revved up right to the edge and crashed right over it.

Her whole body started to shake uncontrollably and she screamed as the climax hit like a tidal wave. All the arousal from the week was being released all at once. Any thought of decorum or discretion was lost as she rode the pleasure in wild bliss, holding onto Star for dear life.

The pleasure waned enough for her to gasp desperately for air before a second wave crested and she groaned in abandon. The whole train likely could hear her, but any semblance of control was gone.

She lost track of time and wasn’t sure just how many waves of pleasure she rode. Everything was all melted together. Once the final wave had subsided, she could see stars and her breath was reduced to desperate panting.

Her muscles burned from exertion and lost all their strength. She slumped into Star’s embrace. Star slowly eased Rarity down, laying her head in Star’s lap. “Mmm, that was amazing, Rarity. I’ve never seen someone cum that hard.” Star giggled softly.

Rarity worked to catch her breath, staring up at the ceiling, noticing a faint shimmering. Had Star muted sound in the cabin? She couldn’t hold onto the thought long, though, and simply stared at Star in wonder.

“Very clever with the candles, by the way.” Star continued. “But I know what you’ve been up to. I’ve been checking your progress the past few days. I was thinking I’d just use the denial for the week to weaken your resistance more, but it’s been tenderizing your mind so well, I think we should see how far this can go.”

“I...why...can you make me cum?” Rarity managed to whisper, still trying to make sense of what was going on, still overstimulated by Star’s ‘reward.’

“That’s a very good question.” Star replied with a sly grin. “I think it’s one I’m not ready to answer. We’ll just have you forget a few things.” Star removed her pendant and began to swing it above Rarity’s eyes. Rarity found her eyes locked onto the pendant and all her questions spilled out of her mind like water spilling down a drain. Now she could only focus on the pendant and Star’s words.

Author's Note

I said I'd get this chapter out by the eclipse and it's dark outside right now so I must be on time :P

This was a different chapter from the usual, first trying to dwell in Rarity's stream of consciousness. In narration, my prose got a bit more purple to mimic how I'd see Rarity's inner thoughts. There will be more fun with her in the future.

The Great Derpsby worries Rarity might just be overwritten to be a lesbian. That will not be the case, but she definitely will become even more flexible.

I love some of the scenes in this chapter and wish I was able to commission art to portray some of the choice moments, but can't really afford to do so on my own.

Next chapter will come with much less wait than this one and will be another Starlight POV as she walks around on the train and eyes using some of these private cabins to her advantage.

Story Notes:

I spent some time trying to think up a ponified name for Dan Savage but didn't come up with anything I liked so just abandoned the idea.

her imagination had been getting more...unbridled as of late. *rimshot*

I think I kept Crystalling lowercase in previous chapters after looking up grammar for christening, but the Netflix subtitles are capitalizing it on the episode so decided to go with that convention.

The description of Starlight's dressed is pretty closely adapted from this great pic here. I just toyed with the colors a bit, going with a closer matching to her hair. It turned out there was not a great term for such a design and so I went for the kind of two layers of dress approach. Curious how close my description matches with that picture in people's minds. It isn't to say that I did a poor job if your mental image doesn't match. All that's important is whether my description created something in your mind and you went "Yes that does sound beautiful."