Her secret Desire
By Foxgear
Spitfire walked at a rapid pace, a wonderbolt blue ball cap low on her head, casting her eyes into shadow as she climbed the steps to a certain establishment. Today she was dressed as nondescript as possible. Her hair tied up into a tight bun under her hat and a heavy jacket to hide her frame. From a distance, she would probably look like a man.
Looking up at the sign that read, “Rarity’s Canterlot boutique” on the sign above she knew she had the right place. Rainbow Dash said her friend was the owner, and would without a doubt help her. Taking a deep breath Spitfire opened the door.
Inside a busty white mare with purple hair ran the cash register. Spitfire recognized her as Rainbow’s friend and the mare that had clocked her while falling. Great as if this wasn’t embarrassing enough. The white mare took notice and gave a warm welcoming smile, a smile that dipped a bit as she stomped up the counter with burning red cheeks.
“Can I help you?” Rarity asked a little nervously as Spitfire stood fidgeting in front of the counter. The dressmaker was certain she was about to be robbed as the strange customer reached into their jacket. Thankfully instead of a weapon she produced a large sack and dropped it on the counter, gold bits spilling out all over the place.
“I…I…I need a makeover!” Spitfire yelled her face completely red. “And a dress!”
Rarity blinked, “Ok… no need to shout. Let’s start with removing that hat… oh! Captain Spitfire! I had not expected you.”
Spitfire crossed her arms and huffed, “Shut and get this over with as fast as possible, please. I don’t have much time.”
“No need to be rude,” Rarity said pleasantly as she led the wonderbolt to the back of the store. She removed the heavy jacket and placed Spitfire in a big comfy chair. “Now what do you need a makeover for? I need to know so I can do it properly.”
“Do you really?” Rarity nodded. “Fine, I need it for the ball tomorrow. This the first one I’m not going as a wonderbolt, so I want a dress up nice too… catch a certain stallions eye.”
“Soarin?”
Spitfire spluttered, “How… how do you know that?”
“Rainbow Dash, she says you two are practically dry humping each other during training.”
(She’s going to get after this!)
“We’re childhood friends and we do not dry hump as Rainbow puts it, I drop hints about my feelings, but he’s too thick-headed to notice! So I want something that screams I like you! And stuff like that.” Spitfire said with a huff. “So you got anything like that?”
“I’ll see what I can do. Now you wanted a full makeover? Top to bottom and front to back?”
Spitfire nodded, “Yeah… whatever that means.” She didn’t like Rarity’s grin.
“Well let’s get started. Firstly I’m going to need you to get naked.”
“WHAT!”
Rarity held up her hands, “Trust me; I know what I’m doing.”
Grumbling Spitfire stood up and kicked off her boots, followed by her socks, her shirt and then her pants, leaving her shivering in her yellow striped bra and underwear.
“Stripes… how cutely unexpected, but they need to go too.”
Spitfire snarled, “Give me a good reason first.”
Rarity sighed, tomboys were so difficult. Still, if she could get Applejack and Rainbow Dash looking like respectable ladies then she could do the same for Spitfire. She just needed to build a little trust.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Spitfire screamed as Rarity stripped out of her clothes, casually tossing her undergarments aside like it was nothing to strip in front of strangers.
“I’m making you more comfortable; also I wanted to show you want what I had in mind. You wanted a full makeover and for that, you need to start at the very bottom, namely your bush. As you can see mine is trimmed and primed and shaped to perfection. I even managed to make it look like my cutie mark thanks to Sassy; it’s kind of the latest trend.”
Spitfire fire leaned closer to the other woman’s crotch, finding that her pubic hair was indeed cut and trimmed into three purple diamonds, weird.
“Guys find this… attractive?”
“It kind of depends, some like them hairy, some like them shaved others like it tidy with just a little bit there. It doesn’t need to be shaped like mine; a simple triangle would do too.”
Spitfire grabbed her crotch; it’s been awhile since she… trimmed. “I guess a little buzz here and there wouldn’t hurt.” She lowered her panties, her ears burning as the yellow striped panties hit the floor, revealing her bush. Rarity gasped.
“Yeah, it’s kind of... bush.”
Rarity coughed politely, “So I see. Sassy could you bring my clippers? The electric one darling! Do you know what you want? A basic trim or an elaborate one?”
“Can you make a fireball?”
The marshmallow mare bit her lip, “I can try.”
The wonderbolt fell back into the chair, her legs spread as Rarity kneeled in front of her, scissors and razor in hand, “Just don’t cut off my little deal down there.”
Rarity chuckled nervously as she rested her body on Spitfire’s legs. Her nose wrinkling at the smell, she should have asked her to shower first, but that would be
rude. Still, it smelt much better than Fluttershy’s, she didn’t want to say it smelt like animal, but…
“Hey, this isn’t fucking peep show!”
“Right sorry,” Rarity lowered her scissors and made the first snip.
“Not too bad,” whistled Spitfire as she looked over her trimmed crotch hairs. Rarity was defiantly a wonder with those scissors, she even managed to trim the shorter hairs into something that resembled her mark. Not really a necessary thing to do, but she liked it. It was smooth, yet had the freshly cut feel. Again it was kind of weird, who started this trend anyway?
“Probably a landscaper or something,” She snorted walking back to the other room where Rarity laid out a rainbow of different panties, corsets, and stockings.
“Being as you’ll be wearing a dress, I cannot advise a bra, so a corset is the next best thing. It will keep your figure tight, not that it isn’t, and your breast plump and up, again not that their not. For underwear, I would advise against throngs. Personally, I go crotchless; pulling down panties in the bathroom is tough enough with a dress, but that’s just me. Depending on what you want we can forgo the stockings, but I would advise stockings. A lot of men really like them and I mean really like them. Sometimes the higher the better, I even have ones that will touch your ass cheeks if you want.”
“I was raised Sun church orthodox, so I have no idea about any of this, also is this… is this some new fetish?”
Rarity’s eyes darting side to side, “Yes… yes, it is.”
“…ok then… I just need to choose some underwear and socks right? I think I’ll take this, this, and this!” Spitfire picked out blue panties, a blue corset, and long blue stockings that reached to her ass cheeks. The forecast was supposed to be cold the night of the dance and there were no windows. Why she didn’t know, but it probably had to do with a lack of funds to finish the new ballroom where the dance was taking place. It made as much sense as an open roof stadium in Manneapolis, but what did she care?
From the doorway Rarity clapped happily, “Good, good, now we can move onto the final step, I’ve had Sassy prepare a set of dress styles for you to choose from. Now are you trying to be romantic or are you trying to get down and dirty?”
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry let me clarify. Are you wooing Soarin for marriage and sex later or sex now marriage later?”
Spitfire gave her a dead look, “You cannot tell me there is a category of dress for that stuff right?”
“Of course there is!” Rarity laughed pulling a dress from the rack, a big puffy froo-froo dress. “Take this little number, it’s very ladylike with plenty of layers, meaning not good for a romp in the bushes at the party. I mean you can, but then you won’t be returning the party. On the other hand, you have this more eastern dress. Single layered, simple, and I even moded this one here with special button set up so it can be ripped off in an instant and put back on, perfect for romances and getting hot and flustered in the flower bed.”
Blush bright on her face, Spitfire feared it might become permanent before too long, she picked up the single layer dress and held it close. “This… this will do. Can you fancy it up? With say… fire designs?”
Rarity simply rolled her eyes with a smile as she took the blue dress away from Spitfire, “Of course. I will make it so passionately fiery you’ll be like sex on a barbecue stick!”
“What…?”
“Sorry, it’s a phrase I picked up from my… less refined friend, an especially difficult girl to doll up just like you and no it’s not Rainbow. Rainbow is easy compared this woman.”
“Ok… well I’ll see you in a day or so,” Spitfire quickly donned her disguise and left out the back.
Spitfire stood by the refreshment table. A glass of cold hard cider clutched tightly between her fingers, her eyes following Soarin as he moved around the dance floor. Soarin was a popular guy and also a nice one. He was perfectly willing to dance with any of his fangirls, providing they brought him a slice of pie first.
(I’ll bring him a whole fucking pie if that’s what it takes!)
She spent several hundred bits on this fancy dress and makeover, which included magically fused hair extensions hanging down to her ass right now. Rarity was saying something like long hair was in or more men found it sexy because of this neat braid that looked like a horse reins. Needless to say, she has that braid tucked underneath her hair.
Once Soarin was finished with his last dance she acted grabbing an entire pie she had prepared from the table and marched straight towards him.
“Hey, Spitfire what… whoa… is that for me?” His eyes were shining like stars at the pie in her hands. Her face was burning hoping he would notice her changes, but nope, he just took the pie, but she took it back. “Hey what gives… wow, Spits you cleaned up good! What’s the occasion? I didn’t think you cared much about… well, girly things and all that.”
“I don’t… (Your just an idiot!)… but if you want this pie you’ll have to come with me. Otherwise, I’ll order you too!” She said, her face burning bright crimson once she realized she had practically yelled it out loud and was currently receiving a lot of stares for it. “Just… just come with me!”
Spitfire led him into the garden and sat him down on an empty bench. Soarin was already halfway through the pie she gave him. She decided to wait till he was finished as it would be impossible to talk to him until he did anyway.
“Ah, that was good! You get that at Sweet Apples Acres?”
“Yeah, I remember saying you really liked their pie, so I decided to pick it up for you.”
“That was really nice Spits, but why? Not that I don’t appreciate it, but what’s the occasion? It’s not my birthday or anything.”
“I just thought it would be a good way to get you alone is all. You’re always surrounded by girls at these things. I just wanted to get you alone to… to… ah…” a blush crept onto her face. Where was she going with this? Come Spitfire say something intelligent! “I wanted you alone because I…I…” She should have drunk more wine before doing this. Now she was out tongue tied and embarrassed beyond belief! Why was this so hard?
“You didn’t have to do all this just to get me alone Spits. We’re friends…” Soarin’s words trailed off as he noticed Spitfire’s shy posture, the tight first clenching the skirt of her dress and the shifting of her legs. All things he as seen before with girls he’s... “Oh… you…oh…”
“Yeah,” Spitfire replied lamely. “I was hoping to… do something I guess… maybe not…” She looked down at his pants, which were looking rather tight that was probably a good sign. “But we could, but more importantly I just wanted to… I’m just tired of seeing you with all those other women! I wanted to act first before you found someone worth keeping. Like that Apple girl who makes those pies you like. I know you and her… had a thing for a while.”
Soarin blushed, “Yeah… we did, nothing serious. We got along alright, but she needed someone who was going to be there on the farm for her and me… I like the sky too much. I couldn’t give up being a wonderbolt to settle down on a farm. I’m glad she took it well, so I can still eat her pies.”
“Always comes back to pies to you doesn’t it.”
“Yep, but I suppose it’s not the most important thing. I know you tried…”
“I gave everybody food poisoning!”
Soarin laughed hard, holding his gut, “yeah, you did, still, you tried.” She punched him lighting out of spite, chuckling a little herself. They both fell into a confrontable silence. Enjoying the presence of the other.
Spitfire felt Soarin’s hand fall on top hers and she scooted closer so their arms were touching. Soarin turned his head and captured her lips before she could say anything. He kissed her deeply, pushing hard against her lips, she pushed back equally as hard as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto the ground. They rolled in the grass, the buttons of her dress coming undone as they did. They came to a stop with her on top and she grinned down at him and finished undoing the remaining buttons and flung her dress off like a coat. Putting her bare breasts on display in the cool night air, her nipples erect with excitement and the cold.
“A corset? Never figured I’d ever see you wearing one of those Spits,” Soarin laughed sitting up to lick at her tit. His tongue swirled around playing with the nipple, her breath hiking as he took her breast into his mouth and gently bit down on the teat, pulling and twisting it, while his left hand needed her other breast like bread dough.
“Shut up,” She panted as she ground her hips against his erect cock. She practically ripped his shirt off, running her hands over his solid chest before trailing down lower and pulling his pants and underwear off in one fell swoop, freeing his dick. His hands moved to her hips, his strong fingers massaging her thighs through the long socks. The sensation felt like he was wearing silk gloves and it sent tingles up her legs to her spine. She would have to thank Rarity for referring them.
Soarin flipped her onto her back, kissing her again as he pulled her panties to the side he broke the kiss and smirked as he caught sight of her little fireball. “Went all out did you?” She blushed he guided his member into her waiting snatch. She gulped as the length of his shaft, a whopping twelve inches!
“Holy Celestia’s tits…”
“What too big for you?” Soarin teased pushing the tip inside. “I can stop here if it’s too much.”
Spitfire scuffed as she pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, a few more inches pushing inside as she did, “If those little slut cunts you bang can take it, then I can too!” She dropped down, taking his entire shaft, silently screaming as she felt everything of him inside her, a thin trail of blood seeping down.
“Holy shit Spitfire are you…”
She blushed, “Yeah… I kind of been waiting for you, also Sun church orthodox, my parents did a purity check till I was twenty-one.”
“Well,” he said flipping her onto her back, “I’ll have to make this extra special then.”
He slowly began to thrust while kissing her deeply and playing with her breast. Her mind high on pheromones as his pace quickened, pounding her crotch like a piston in an engine. She wrapped her arms around him tight, clawing her nails into his back as she hung on for dear life as his entire length entered and exited, his hot length practically burning her sides her walls tightened around him. She felt his dick tremble and she held him inside her as he blew his load deep inside her womb. She felt her womb expand as sticky hot cum filled it, the sheer amount making her flat stomach expand and leave a little bump. They stayed together like that for several minutes; his shaft plunged deep inside her and his lips still on top of hers, till finally they broke the kiss and rolled onto their sides, but remained connected together.
“You know you’re gonna have to buy a ring now or my dad’s going to get the shotgun right?”
Soarin chuckled as he fished a little box out of his discarded pants, “Rainbow’s friend isn’t very tight lipped, so I thought I better prepare.”
Spitfire snorted with laughter as Soarin out the little gold ring with an orange stone on her finger. She held her hand up to the moon, the orange gem shining brightly in the moonlight.
“Rainbow will just have to take her punishment for her then,” she said grabbing her dress and tossing it over them like a blanket as they looked up into the night sky together.
Author's Note
Kind of slow burning Clop
