The day I met my princess

by Alexshy

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Anthro, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Romance
Length: 8561

After being mistreated by prince Blueblood on the Gala Rarity seems to be completely ruined. But life doesn't end because of one stupid stallion snob. And there is a close "friend" to explain that to Rarity.

After being mistreated by prince Blueblood on the Gala Rarity seems to be completely ruined. But life doesn't end because of one stupid stallion snob. And there is a close "friend" to explain that to Rarity. Thus Rarity opens a new page of her life...

1st person, girl-on-girl... oh, well, who am I fooling, thou has't noticed already, I suppose
Warning: Fair dose of foot fetish!

P.S.: This story is written by request of my good friend, registered here as YoyeWolfgrel. Enjoy! :raritystarry:

Previous version of the cover is HERE.

Published 2017-05-02 19:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-05-02 19:00:01 UTC

The day I met my princess

“Who might think it would turn out this way? The Great Galloping Gala becomes not so great at once, if you rely on some wrong, not so great pony,” I leaned on the column, watching the dancing couples, which filled the hall. Recomposing myself wasn’t an easy task, especially after what he did to me.

The wet cloak provided a chilling feel to my arm and made me cringe again at the thought about prince Blueblood. I could probably laugh at that epitome of the fiasco, if that wasn’t me dreaming of a perfect evening with a stallion, whose mental image appeared contrary to what he actually was. And the fact that he literally humiliated me in front of quite a herd, moreover, the upper crust of Equestria, made it especially painful.

Cold evil tears started forming in the corner of my eyes, making me put all the remaining strength to keep the face and hold myself off crying like a school filly, rejected on the bucking prom night. Even the best dress of my latest collection, I made with such love and care for this exactly, damn it in general and in particular, event, didn’t make me a zilch happier. I gritted my teeth and sniffed quietly, pounding the tears back and cocking my head.

‘Buck it, you’re a strong mare. There will be another day…’

Then a faint scent of lavender reached my nostrils and I realized, I wasn’t alone in my corner of sorrow.

“Forget 't and dost not tear thy heart, mine lief,” I heard a soft whisper in my ear and a few night-coloured starry strands fell on my shoulder. “He is a big piggy and Tia constantly dreameth about… attaching him somewhere, not to see him horsing around and whining about things rubbing his snobbish self wrongly.”

It was ticklish and my ear unconsciously twitched, causing my invisible company to giggle quietly. I turned on the spot; well, I hoped I turned, not nervously jumped…

There stood princess Luna in her long, dark blue, strapless gown, leaning on the column, smiling at me with her hands crossed on the chest.

Last time I saw her in person, she wasn’t in better shape or mood, as it was right after we all (thanks to the Twilight’s brilliant idea) defeated the Nightmare Moon and released princess’ Luna true self. She was thankful, no doubt, but not exactly ready to communicate with anypony, thus princess Celestia took her younger sister right away to the castle of Canterlot. Later I heard from Twilight that Luna was recovering from her misadventures quite successfully, but I never saw her since the first time actually. Truth to be told, I had a few very strange dreams since then, which made me wonder, if the Princess of the Night put her hand in that. Nevertheless, she didn’t appear in them herself to confirm that suspicion.

She was much taller than me, not that much as princess Celestia, but still towered above me, while her marvellous hair curtained seemingly half of my field of view. With my eyes hardly on her chest level I suddenly felt myself, like a filly in front of a beautiful, but strict teacher.

“Your Highness!” I tried to hide my trembling and made a révérence, hoping, I at least looked elegant, because I definitely felt not. The next moment wet and cold feeling in my right hand reminded me about that bucking cloak… my neck and cheeks immediately became pinkish and tears started forming in the corners of my eyes again.

“My apologies!” I squeezed the bridge with my fingers, trying to hold unnecessary showcasing.

“Rarity, correct?” Luna came closer, putting both hands on my shoulders.

I shortly nodded, looking up into her dark eyes, noticing sparkles dancing in them.

“These Great Galloping Galas sound better than they are in reality,” she huffed, whipping a single tear off my cheek, with a gentle smile, which suddenly calmed me and gifted with a warm feeling of safety, I last felt in the mother’s hands long ago. “Dost not take 't too deep inside thy soul, mine lief.”

I remembered that I was facing the princess of the Moon and Night herself, one who not long ago was an epitome of worst pony folk nightmares, but… she was the first pony, who obviously wasn’t indifferent. The cold and fears provoking alicorn princess, what an irony!

“Actually, I have a better idea, Rarity,” Luna stretched and spread her wings in anticipation. “Wherefore don’t we talk tis all through, I mayhap could help thee.”

Meanwhile, I caught myself up on involuntarily eyeing her figure in that tight dress, her curves, her flat fit stomach, her long legs, bathed in dark blue silk.

‘It’s all your fashionista interest, darling,’ I tried to convince myself, while heavily blushing and being unable to cope with that. ‘Nothing else…’

The whole gala with its noise, music, the voices of the guests became distant, muffled, like if the walls around parted and took the crowd with them, leaving us both in the lavender flavoured shell.

“Rarity?” I heard like through the pile of my latest dresses, made of fine heavy silk.

“Rarity! Thou seemest to be aeons hence …” the princess said with a sly smile. She had undoubtedly noticed my condition, but suggested an alternate version. “Art thou planning thy new collection now? I do beseech thee to take part in the process?”

The sly sparkles in her big eyes became more pronounced. She leaned closer and her wider smile revealed her white even teeth, slightly reminding me about Nightmare Moon. But I could hardly give a damn anymore. With a convulsive shiver I woke, looking up into her eyes and breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry, princess,” I muttered with a sheepish smile. “What did you say?”

“Simply – Luna, okay?” she slightly raised her hand and batted her long eyelashes. My heart skipped a bit.

‘Sweet Celestia, what’s happening?’ I asked myself still looking into her eyes.

“Dost thou plan to meet up with the girls after the Gala, Rarity?” asked Luna.

“Yes, in the bar outside the Castle, the nearest one…” I muttered in half-voice. The soft warm touch on my naked shoulder, first starting as an electric shock, became the best treatment, no SPA in Equestria could offer.

“Fine! I’ll catch thee thither and tell, what I planned,” she watched my reaction with dilated eyes, biting her lower lip.

The whole image was so… sexy! I twitched upon realization of what my inner voice just announced.

“And now, if 't be true thou excusest, I need to return to our boring guests,” Luna placed a quick kiss on my cheek, making them both burning hot at once.

“Don’t allow one no more brain than stone stallion rid thy mood, Rarity,” she winked and left me with that advice, a big heart undersetting my throat and almost empty head.

“Phhhhuhhh!” I breathed deeply, perhaps, the first time for the last few minutes, making a sound more resembling a gasp than a sigh. The damned damp rug, and it couldn’t be named otherwise anymore, quickly brought me back to reality.

With a slight frown I left my “hiding place”, threw a look on the large clock on the opposite wall above the entrance and went to find somepony, equally tired of the oncoming crap, to make me a company and hit the named bar. I justly thought that I’d better wait for my friends there than work as a dubious decoration at this “fete of joy”.

*

Strangely though this somepony was Spike, I caught him aimlessly wandering about the hall. He was the author of the idea to have a great evening all together on that Gala and now obviously suffered, as the girls were minding their own business more or less. Anyway, he was sincerely glad to see me and answered the suggestion, to leave for the bar and wait for the others there, with great enthusiasm. Well, perhaps half of that enthusiasm was dictated by an opportunity to stay with me head-to-head for a while, who knew?

“Oh, sweet Celestia, I thought this would never end,” I breathed out, dropping myself on the chair and thinking, if it would be too much to take the high heels off and give my legs a bit of a rest.

Finally, I was able to get rid of that wet mockery of the cloak, which was a part of my dress when this evening started, and angrily slapped it on the chair to the left of me. Even if the bartender threw a quick disapproving look at me, he said nothing, as he was obviously getting ready to the whole herd of ponies hitting the bars after Gala. I was at the very least sober and clear as a glass. And, despite I was planning to correct that a bit in the nearest perspective, the lady should always behave, so he could be calm about me.

Spike dashed out of my view and returned in a minute with a cocktail for me and some lemonade for himself. There were a few cons of being an underage dragon, of course, one of which was the inability to booze up your mood, even when you were really down.

“Thanks, darling!” I took my glass and sipped, looking at the North Pole. For Spike the word “darling” was seemingly enough and he sat next to me, occupied by some thoughts.

“Rarity, please, don’t upset yourself, thinking of that… jerk,” he suddenly said after a few minutes of silence.

I looked at the boy with slightly surprised eyes. I was going to duly admit that he watched me throughout the evening, but he repeated princess’ Luna words almost exactly – differently in form, but the same in the meaning.

“I’ve seen what he did with the cloak,” meanwhile continued Spike, pointing with his claw at the opposite chair. “This one doesn’t deserve you in the slightest… and I won’t be surprised if Celestia bears with him because of some policy reasons.”

With a sad, but heartily smile I stroked his head and almost noticed, how pink hearts popped out instead of his pupils. The poor boy was secretly, if something slightly less obvious, than a 20 feet banner with scarlet letters across, could be called “secret”, in love with me. He was as hopeless in that aspect, as prudent in some other everyday cases. Well, except maybe anything gems related.

“Thanks, Spike,” I whispered, taking his hand and squeezing it slightly. “I’ll be fine.”

He wanted to add something, but blushed heavily instead and preferred to pay more attention to his drink.

Our table was in the far corner of the bar, opposite the entrance, so we could see anypony coming in, while being partially hidden in the twilight of the room. At the moment there were only a few customers at a couple of distant tables.

I leaned on the table, placing my chin on my fist and stirring the cocktail with the straw. Perhaps I looked like sitting here for quite a while drowning my sorrow, but I didn’t give a flying buck.

“Well, Spike,” I smirked to my pal. “Perhaps it is going to turn a great evening together finally, if they come. Not the Gala itself, but…”

Spike turned to me, with eyes becoming brighter and all his face lightening, and wanted to say something, when the door opened and we both saw the girls coming inside. All of them were tired, disappointed and… beaten up, in a way.

Rainbow Dash spotted us with her sharp eyes right away and flew to the table, dropping herself on the opposite chair. Where others walked, she preferred to fly.

“Here you are!” she exclaimed. “Finally somepony, except the other girls, I’m glad to see. How long are you waiting here for, pals?”

“A quarter of an hour maximum,” grumpily muttered Spike. He was obviously disappointed that we both didn’t have more time to wait head-to-head. I let out a small smile, making sure he didn’t notice. He whisked to bring more drinks.

Now I noticed that “beaten up” was a moderate term to describe my friends’ condition. Rainbow looked like she was taking care of Ponyville weather for the whole day long, in her dress and on her high heels. Fluttershy seemed to fly directly through a few tree crowns: she was slightly scratched, her dress was messy and small twigs and leaves got stuck in her sumptuous mane, so that her once perfect hairdo now resembled a bird’s nest. Applejack looked just tired and totally disappointed by the evening and her unfulfilled hopes. Pinkie Pie… Well, Pinkie was known for her ability to evade the most complicated troubles, half of which, to be frank, she created herself, so nopony could say, if she was equally hurt by that “great” Gala. One thing certain, at the moment she wasn’t nearly happy as she usually was, which, considering it was Pinkie, said much already.

“Eeyup! That’s definitely a night to remember,” Applejack sat next to Rainbow and sighed sadly. “But not in a way Ah planned!”

Pinkie simply nodded, quietly placing herself on the other side.

“What’s up with you, pals?” I pretended that I was surprised to see them in such a condition. “You look like you’ve got through a hurricane.”

Dash stuck out her tongue, funnily wrinkling her nose. Pinkie giggled, that was good, I just started to fear that wasn’t her, but rather some grumpy changeling.

“You’d better not know, dear,” breathed out Fluttershy placing herself on Spike’s chair next to me. “But I wonder, why did they…”

“Oh, I saw a part of that, beauty queen!” I teased my BFF and leaned to her, bringing our heads together, my hairdo could go buck itself, when my friend needed support. “I think those little animals were just nervous, because of that gala,” I frowned a little. “All the noise. Besides, they didn’t get used to being accompanied by such a star!”

Fluttershy threw a quick look over herself and started giggling, naturally, I joined her and she stretched her wings, then hugged me with one and dragged closer.

“Just look at them,” snorted Applejack, nudging Rainbow. “And they didn’t even start drinking.”

Spike appeared with a tray of drinks and I helped him levitating the drinks to appropriate owners with my magic.

“Thanks, Rarity,” if his happiness was helium, Spike would beat Dash’s height record in a wink. Then he noticed that his place was occupied by Fluttershy and frowned, perhaps even more because of her conquering not only his chair, but me in particular. He placed himself on a free chair between Flutters and Pinkie and relaxed soon – it was Fluttershy, nopony could frown at her for long. Fluttershy put her head on my shoulder and nuzzled my neck.

“Hey, darling, don’t be sad, at least we are having a great evening together finally,” I stroked her hair and removed a few twigs. I raised my voice. “Girls, listen, we are having a great evening together anyway… just like Spike wanted!” I winked at him.

“Hey, girls, where is Twilight?” Pinkie popped on her place, taking a look across the bar.

“Here she is,” Rainbow looked over her shoulder to the front door, which just opened. “Oh!..”

There was Twilight indeed, but before she entered, she held the door for another visitor, whose presence made the customers, as well as the staff, quiet down and bow. Princess Celestia herself in a long, pristine white gown granted us with her visit.

“Oh, no, no, girls, stay seated!” Celestia smiled, shaking her pink-turquoise-green hair, and levitated one more chair towards our table, stopping the bartender, who was going to help her. “I’m glad to see you all together and finally enjoying the evening,” she almost repeated my idea, confirming it wasn’t bad at all.

“Hi, girls,” Twilight waved and then addressed Celestia, continuing the conversation. “So you’re not angry with us spoiling the Gala, your highness, are you?”

“Spoiling?!” Celestia giggled like a school filly. “That was the best Galloping Gala for the last couple of decades easily. They are utter boredom usually.”

“Oh…” Twilight lowered herself on the free chair between me and Celestia. “Woah!!!”

She jumped like being stung by a wasp, Twilight was lucky to sit on my wet cloak, laying on the last free chair.

“Sorry, Twi,” I tried my best to hold the laughter, Celestia was already having fun. “That’s my fault and… a part of my dress, what left of it.”

I finally snorted, unable to keep face any longer.

“Colt!” I gained the attention of a waiter. “Could you, please, throw it to the trash,” I pointed to the wet rag, batting my eyelashes in the most seducing manner. Meanwhile, Twilight grabbed another chair with her magic.

The young waiter took the cloak and stumbled, looking at my face, while I continued smiling nicely. Princess brought her palm to her mouth not to laugh aloud. It seemed that I was recovering already. When the guy finally left, I raised an eyebrow, looking to my friends victoriously.

“Let your troubles be solved as easily, girls,” I raised my glass. “Your Highness!”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, Rarity,” Celestia sighed. “Take my apology for my… ill-fashioned nephew.”

“And I’m happy to see you girls… and you Spike,” she nodded to Twilight’s aide. “Finally moving on and not fixating on accidental mishaps. As it was suggested, enjoy your evening together.”

The door opened once again and all the public turned heads to look on the newcomer. Another tall alicorn figure overshadowed the doorway, now though in the dark blue dress and with the starry mane of similar colours.

The whisper rolled through the hall and I noticed that there were considerably more customers than when the girls came. The bar started being popular suddenly. No joke, both princesses chose to settle here for a while with their company, no other place nearby could boast better advertisement.

Luna wiggled her wings and approached the table, letting the light fall on her the most advantageous way. The loud bang behind the counter said that the bartender or one of the waiters dropped a tray with all the contents. Luna raised one brow and shared a sly look with me, making me unreasonably happy. She was simply stunning and I understood the poor stallion, distracted up to losing his balance.

“So, ye are enjoying yourself at the end of the day,” said Luna placing her hand on sister’s shoulder. She smirked. “More than at the Gala.”

“Did anything happen?” Celestia put her hand over Luna’s and looked up to her. “Do you need me right now?”

“It’s alright, Tia,” Luna leaned lower and nuzzled sister’s cheek. “Entertain thyself with the girls, night time is mine duty.”

“Tia, girls,” she straightened up. “May I steal Rarity from you for a while?”

“Not right now, later,” Luna explained, noticing the puzzled looks on the girls’ faces. “We wanted to discuss mine new dress. I saw yours tonight, and I must say that even after certain accidents,” she gazed at Fluttershy, who’s nose became pinkish. “They still look amazing.”

I nodded automatically, looking into her excited eyes and guessing, what game Luna was going to play.

“Mine word on it, Rarity shalt catch you all on the train tomorrow and shan’t miss ‘t,” Luna added as she understood girls’ concerns right. “Whither did you stop?”

“In the hotel,” Twilight looked at me fixedly.

“Oh, well, I suppose, we have enough room to shelter a unicorn girl for a night,” smirked Luna. Celestia alternated from me to her sister with a strange smile, while I innocently concentrated on my cocktail.

Princess Luna got around the table and leaned to my ear, almost touching it with her lips, making it perk, and my heart skipped another beat.

“I shall send a guard to guide thee through,” she whispered.

I nodded, feeling my head spinning, when I inhaled the full lungs of lavender. By the name of Equestria, you couldn’t imagine, how much it cost me not to lean on her shoulder at that moment.

“Now, if ‘t be true ye excuse me, I shall attend to mine main matter of importance – the Moonrise,” and wishing us a great night, princess Luna left.

*

Girls tried to turn the conversation to my upcoming audience several times during the next hour, but I replied shortly and tried not to elaborate. On the one hand, I knew nothing actually, just played on Luna’s side and by her rules, because… I was genuinely interested, what she had in mind. Definitely, it wasn’t the new dress, or at least not only and mostly the new dress. Yet I noticed that she was examining me and… preferred to suppose that was my new collection, which captured her attention. Without fake modesty, I could say that put all my heart, soul and effort in the last one. Girls admitted that as well. On the other hand, I didn’t want to spoil anything princess planned by making premature assumptions or voicing anything beforehand.

Princess Celestia, perhaps, knew or suspected something, as she kept her mysterious smile, when looking at me. Yet she left in half an hour, referring to being tired from the busy day and Gala preparations. I thought that she wanted to give me a chance to return to the Castle alone as well, without any unnecessary questions asked.

*

The full moon lit my path back to the castle and, despite it being short enough, I barely struggled with the wish to kick off the high heels and walk barefoot. That wouldn’t be polite to come to the princess, looking like that, so I commanded my feet to shut up and endure a few minutes more. Secretly I was hoping that Luna wouldn’t like to torture her feet as well, thus giving me the opportunity to get rid of my heels.

There was, in addition to those on regular duty, indeed a single unoccupied guard at the Castle entrance, suppressing boredom and sleep. He brightened up though as soon as he noticed me. So I addressed him, supposing that was my guide.

“Good night, miss,” the guard saluted. “Let me escort you to her Highness, princess Luna.”

“Greetings. But how…”

“That’s not a big secret, miss,” the guard couldn’t hold the smile. “When I asked her Highness the same question – “How do I know, that’s the right lady?”, she said simply “Best dress on the Gala!”.”

I felt my cheeks getting red, when the guard welcomed me to enter and followed. Perhaps it supposed to be a private talk about fashion indeed, that definitely would do no harm to my business.

Following the guard’s directions we passed a few corridors and finally reached a huge spiral staircase, leading supposedly to a tower. Here another surprise awaited for me. Princess Luna in person.

“Your Highness!” The guard straightened and froze.

“I have decided, I would pick mine precious guest from hither,” Luna smiled mysteriously, then she turned to the guard. “Grant thee mercy for loyalty, thou may now attend to thy duties or rest, if 't be true thou hast none.”

“Yes, sir, ma’am, sir!” the guard saluted and quickly vanished from view. Luna rolled her eyes.

“I shall nev’r get used to that, being called a “sir”, just imagine, Rarity,” she said with a sly smile. I snorted involuntarily.

“Excuse me, princess.”

“We seemed to get 't settled, simply “Luna”,” she winked and held out her hand in welcoming gesture.

“Oh, of course…” I took her hand, feeling that I started blushing again.

We only managed to raise a few stairs, when my high heels decided that torturing me throughout the night was apparently not enough. The mean things had their own plans for me and with a weak squeak I almost fell down the stairs, when one of the heels broke. Tarnation, like Applejack would say – I couldn’t step on my foot without crying out. Tears spilt from my eyes from the nagging pain, as I realized that I had dislocated or at least sprained my ankle. But the consequences could be more fatal, if Luna didn’t catch me in her arms. I was lucky she was bigger and obviously stronger than me, so she held me easily.

“Oh, dear!” Luna looked on my face with tears running and teeth gritted hard not to moan. “Can thou walk?”

“No!” It came out more as a whimper. “It hurts… I think I sprained my ankle, Luna.”

I leaned to her, holding both hands on her waist, not thinking about politesse anymore, and she hugged me with her hands and wings. Her fingers run through my mane, making the pain rebound slightly.

“I’m so sorry, princess,” sniffed I somewhere from her chest level, completely forgetting about our decision to be informal.

She didn’t hesitate for long though and the next moment I felt like flying up. Then I realized that Luna simply took me in her hands, lifting like a feather. Another shoe fell down from my leg, but I took it as a blessing.

“Is 't better now, mine lief?” I saw Luna’s dark eyes inches from mine and faintly nodded, resting my head on her shoulder. With her horn glowing brightly blue, Luna teleported us to some landing up that tower as I supposed.

My head was slightly spinning from that transfer. It was Twilight’s trick – teleporting on long distances. I myself would never risk teleporting further than a few yards, especially in an unknown place, especially with a… “passenger”. But being an alicorn princess was another story, thus Luna didn’t even feel any stress as I supposed.

She opened high double doors with her magic and carried me inside a large room, which was most likely her bedroom, as I concluded, taking a quick look around. Walls with tapestries, dark heavy noble furniture, high windows with luxurious curtains, which were now raised, letting the moon light the scene, king size bed under Luna’s regal symbol cover, a high dark mirror in one corner. In addition to moonlight the bedroom was lit with a few candles and fire burning in the ancient hearth.

Luna put me in an armchair and I drowned in the gentle softness of its pillows. Meanwhile, she kick-moved a foot stand closer and carefully put my poor feet on it. She then took her own shoes off with visible relief. Perhaps that made her a few inches shorter, but that didn’t make much difference for me. I still looked at her up from my armchair, like a mouse from the nest on… a tall magnificent alicorn.

She took my left leg, kneeling in front of me and causing my first impulse to jump up, as it was utter nonsense – the princess kneeling for a simple unicorn. Luna noticed me twitching weakly and interpreted it on her own.

“Poor thing, doth 't sill hurt hither? Can thou flex 't?” she held my leg asking me to move it.

When I tried to stretch my foot, I felt sparkles literally spraying from my eyes. The violent pain jerked my leg with its candent hook, so I squeaked and fell on the backrest.

“We shall see, what we can do with thy leg,” Luna stood up and got to the nightstand at the bed. She opened the lower drawer and took out a vial after a short search.

“Now, allowest me…” her blue magic aura enveloped my injured foot, when she returned to me. It felt ticklish, but warm and relaxing, and to my surprise the pain gave up leaving its positions almost completely. Then she took that vial and opened the cork, pouring some oily composition on my ankle and instep and spreading it.

“How doth 't feel now?” With a smile Luna sat on the floor next to the foot stand and threw back her starry night hair. Like enthralled, with dilated eyes I watched how she massaged my long-suffering leg with both her hands, biting her lip. It wasn’t obvious who got more pleasure from that treatment, the “patient” or the “doctor”.

“It’s amazing!” I breathed out in between of sweet paroxysms making my body involuntary twitch. I found enough impudence to move another, unaffected foot closer. Luna understood my gesture properly though, she giggled softly and divided her attention between both, making me now flutter really hard and bite my lips not to moan audibly. When I found some strength to open my eyes slightly, I was granted with an amazing image of the princess, leaning to me with her eyes dilated and her breasts raising high because of deeper breath.

“Dost thou like 't?” she whispered, caressing my toes and soles with her soft warm hands.

The knock at the door made us both jump on the spot. Luna frowned a little, I in my turn, sitting my back towards the door, tried to become almost invisible in the high armchair, knowing who exactly could enter.

“Bring thyself inside, please!” called the princess of the Night.

The door opened and revealed first my high heels, floating in, enveloped in a very familiar golden aura.

‘Tarnation!’ said Applejack in my head.

“Luna, are you OK, sister?” Celestia followed the heels and it was a fair bit of concern in her voice. She then noticed Luna’s shoes and put mine next to them. “Oh…”

I could swear, there was more than a whole poem in that short “Oh”.

“I’m fine, Tia, grant thee mercy,” Luna raised from the floor and I caught myself upon lavishing loving glances on her elegant feet, barely hidden by the long dress. “We had an unhappy accident on the stairs; Rarity sprained her ankle and I forgot to pick up the heels.”

“I thought, you might be in trouble,” said Celestia softly. “Besides somepony could stumble on them on the stairs and fall…”

I felt her warm touch on my shoulder and looked up. With my pink cheeks and nose, messy hairdo, I ruined, when wriggled in the armchair, I undoubtedly looked quite funny. But princess Celestia didn’t bat an eyelash.

“Are you getting better, my dear?” her smile was sincere and warm and her eyes looked with actual sympathy.

“Yes, your majesty, thank you,” I squeezed with a sheepish smile. “Thanks to your regal sister’s magic, princess!” I emphasized the word “magic” and when I threw a quick gaze on Luna, I understood that she got it properly. She returned me the glance with her eyes smiling.

“Excellent!” stated Celestia, heading to the door. “Well, have fun, girls!”

“Rarity, maybe you share some fashion wisdom with me tomorrow as well,” she dropped over her shoulder with a sly smile, stopping for a moment longer in the doorway.

Luna huffed meaningfully, when the door closed behind her sister.

“Mine magic, thou sayest,” she breathed in my ear, getting down to me again and making my ears perk excitedly just from the sound of her sultry voice. “Can thou now raise then?”

I tried to rise, but ended still standing on one leg, lifting another not to step on it, and holding on Luna again. Her eyes became plainly sympathetic.

“It still hurts a little,” I said in apologetic voice and Luna hugged me.

“Just tellest me, at which hour thou needst mine help then, to get anything or anywhere as well.”

“Can we get closer to the fire, I’m trembling?” I asked quietly.

“…Maybe not from the cold air though,” I sincerely added, looking in her beauteous eyes from a few inch distance, as I was taken as a filly again and carried closer to the hearth. Luna sat there, placing me carefully on the thick fluffy carpet in front of her. She then spread her wings and suddenly I found myself wrapped in a comfortable cocoon. The warmth of the fireplace and her wings combined made me almost melt.

“So what exactly do you expect from the new dress, your… sorry… Luna,” feeling my eyes closing, I tried to start a socialite conversation despite the informality of the whole situation.

“We can talk about dresses anon,” I heard a short snicker from behind and her lavender breath made shivers run down my back. “Now though…”

She fell silent, raising my mane… and next second I felt a soft, tender kiss at my neck below the hairline. That made me arch, leaning on her shoulder with a weak whimper.

“Art thou that much ticklish, Rarity?” Luna giggled, kissing me below the ear this time and making me moan from the pleasure again.

“Normally not much,” I found the strength to answer. “My princess!” I threw a quick glance at her face.

Luna’s eyes dilated and she nuzzled my cheek.

“It’s thou – mine princess,” and I couldn’t sound a word before her soft hot lips covered my mouth in a quick passionate kiss. I couldn’t catch my breath, when she started kissing my neck, my clavicle, my cleavage finally. Her one hand stroked my shoulder, while another travelled down my hip, leg, then started caressing my bare foot, which was uncovered by her wings. Each touch sent electric discharges through my body, which couldn’t decide where it feels more pleasure and simply dissolved in Luna’s caresses.

“Art thou still cold, Rarity?” Luna asked carefully, when her left hand slid from my shoulder down to the breasts and stumbled on my nipples, which at that moment were hard as pencils under the thin cloth of my dress. “Shall I add wood to the fire.”

The last phrase seemed so dubious to me that I giggled, covering my mouth with the hand and snuggling tighter into my alicorn princess.

“That’s not because of the cold, my princess! That’s because of you,” I noticed how Luna blushed, she looked so cute and attractive that I stretched to reach her and placed a passionate kiss behind her ear, making her instantly squeak of surprise.

I finally accepted the gift of destiny and was going to enjoy each moment of my unexpected and otherwise completely strange date. To tell the truth, I even wasn’t now sure, if I considered it to be strange still.

“Not to remind thee about this evening mishaps, Rarity,” Luna whispered, covering my neck and cleavage with short insatiable kisses. “But I admit mine guilty joy, at which hour that brat hath shown his worst, so I had a reason to approach thee without startling. As we spoke at the Gala, mine dearest wish was to…”

She raised my hair again and slid her silky lips and tongue across my neck and further down, unzipping my dress and making it fall from my shoulders. I accurately released my hands, while shivering from her glorious mouth traveling down my spine to where the lowered dress allowed. So I could stretch and caught her lush mane when she returned up behind me. The feeling of soft flowing hair, curling around my fingers and spreading lavender aroma, while I massaged Luna’s head, was so amazing, that I realized I could do that all night, keeping touch with her even through sleep, if I was that unlucky to fall asleep, while I could enjoy Luna’s company instead.

“Just… dost not stop…” she cooed, flooded with pleasure, rubbing her chin on my head and softly squeezing my sides unconsciously.

“Help me stand, please,” I breathed in her ear and she folded her wings, giving me more freedom of movement. Then she raised to her feet, lifting me with her. I decided that I could allow stepping on my left leg carefully, as it was now way harder to reach Luna’s hair, considering that I was that much shorter.

The feeling of her hot hands on my breasts was striking and made me produce a lusty moan, almost a cry, I would never think I was capable of. My dress was already halfway down and with one flick wiggle of the hips I got rid of it, making it fall to my feet. Now I stood in Luna’s hands completely naked except tiny panties, which mere aim was to be invisible under the evening gown, rather than conceal much. The heat of the hearth kept me warm, but Luna’s craving hands traveled across my body, stroking my breasts, my stomach, pinching the nipples slightly, and sending shivers throughout my whole self, making me flutter and pant in her loving embrace. I put my hands on her hips and squeezed them, feeling how hot they became.

Luna released me and stepped back. I guessed her idea right and turned to her, presenting myself to my goddess of the Night.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked, holding my hands over my breasts, batting the eyelashes and trying to perform the most innocent look, that could be played in this situation.

“Yes, mine princess,” Luna laughed and kneeled at me, moving my hands away. Her hot tongue attacked my nipples, dancing around one, then another, returning back and making me whimper and tremble, biting my hand not to cry out, while her hands gently squeezed my butt.

With fingers failing to serve me well I tried to relax her strapless dress and Luna caught my impulse after a few futile attempts. She stopped teasing me and ensured that I stood firm on my legs, as my head stopped spinning. Then she raised and opened a few clasps, elegantly sliding out of her dress. She moved it aside with a single flick of her long leg, making me want to caress it madly. The mere image of her feet sliding out of the dark blue dress was unbearably sexy.

Apparently, Luna put no underwear on, perhaps to make the dress lay smoother, or she just felt like that. Of the same dark blue colour, accurately trimmed down below, she provoked in me the wish to touch, stroke and feel her Venus hill. With the first gentle touch I felt her stomach muscles contract and her knees tremble a little. She was on the edge already.

“Luna, please, could you lie down, I’m too short for you,” I asked pleadingly, looking into her dark loving eyes.

‘Since when you are into girls, Rarity?’ I asked myself watching how Luna conveniently rests on the carpet.

‘I guess since the moment she touched you at the Gala,’ the answer appeared automatically. I remembered that I always liked sharing a friendly hug with Fluttershy, when she held me to her big breasts, which I always envied a bit. Maybe it was more in that, than I confessed to myself…

The image of Luna laying on the thick, soft carpet with her wings spread, her breasts perking and glares from the fire playing on her skin were so fantastic, that even if there were any doubts in my soul, they trembled and crumbled to dust at once.

With a lusty sigh I kneeled at her and took both her feet, placing them on my breasts and caressing them, massaging all over and every toe in particular. That impulse of mine was apparently unexpected, as Luna gasped and raised on her elbows, watching me with wide open eyes and heavy breath, giving out an accidental moan upon the especially pleasant move. I closed my eyes and simply gave myself out to the heavenly pleasure of paying Luna’s delicious feet deserved attention.

She began to tremble and whimper, though, when I completely lost my head and started kissing and licking her toes, biting them slightly from time to time. I caught her big toe and started sucking it, imagining how I could put her glorious foot in my slit.

“Rarity!!!” moaned Luna, reclining and bending back, so her nipples pointed to the ceiling.

‘Rarity?!’ my inner voice became indignant.

‘Shut up!’ I ordered my inner voice inwardly.

With half-lidded eyes I glanced on my princess, who weakly wriggled in front of me. I smirked, anticipating the main dish.

“Shh, Luna, that’s not the end yet.”

I put her feet on the floor, spreading her legs, and leaned to her flower.

‘Diving time!’ new Rarity winked to old Rarity, advising to sit back and enjoy the ride.

In a few minutes Luna was wriggling and trembling under the waves of hot pleasure, rolling over her, as my tongue danced around her clit, teasing, touching, stroking her slit, pretending it was going to get inside.

“Am I doing it right, darling,” I stopped for a moment with a sly smile. “That’s my first time after all.”

“Sweet Celestia!” Luna panted heavily. “Just. Don’t. Stop!”

“Hmmm… You forgot, I’m Rarity!” I continued teasing.

“GRRRRRR!” That was expensive coming from a girl, especially a princess.

“Oh!” I preferred not to tempt my fate and returned to my duty. With a quick move I put my tongue as deep inside as I could, rolling it and making it flutter. Now she was all mine.

“RAAAAARITY!!!” I didn’t even stop, when she cried out loud, arching her body and clawing the carpet. Only when she calmed a bit, panting and whimpering, I gently slowed down and planted a tender kiss on her rose, convulsing with last waves of fierce orgasm.

I sat between her legs, feeling my body burning and my abdomen becoming heavy and hot, unconsciously squeezing my hips together. I wanted to belong to her most of all at that moment. As Luna took her breath, she raised on her elbows and looked at me. She understood everything without any words and sat, taking me in her hands, comforting me, kissing me all over and tasting her own love juices off my hot lips. My head was spinning and I rather felt than heard her saying.

“I love thee!”

“I… love you too… my princess!” I barely pronounced with my lips only, but she understood and rubbed her cheek against mine.

The next moment Luna lifted me from the floor like a big doll, making my head spin even more. I found myself on her large bed, my legs, arms and head seemed to weigh a ton each, and my own pussy craving for her attention, like it was the last thing in the world my whole life depended on.

She followed me on the bed, placing herself at my feet and enjoying the view. Something apparently wasn’t right according to her standards of attractiveness and she leaned to me, almost ripping my panties off and making me surprisingly squeal because of her assertiveness. Completing that, Luna smiled of satisfaction and began stroking my legs, running her marvellous fingers down to the feet on the outside and up to the hips on the inside. She teased each time, almost touching the sweet spot, but each time avoiding it at the last moment, thus making me twitch and pant under her love torture.

“What dost thou think, shall I just enjoy ‘t for a while, or make thee very much beg for mercy?” she watched me with half-lidded eyes, while her tongue licked her lips in an unambiguous manner, making my heart nearly jump out.

“Just take me, damn you, teasing night… mare!” perhaps I had no idea at the moment what I said, trying to sit and grab her in my embrace, kiss her all over…

“We’re not done yet!” apparently she realized my condition and the phrase didn’t offend her a zilch. With a devilish smile Luna ran her fingernails down my stomach, not scratching, but providing that outstanding feeling of sensual electrocution, which deprived me of any strength left and threw me back on the covers, bending, biting my lip. She stopped her hand over the right place and the warm touch was hardly less striking than her faint clawing. Unconsciously I started rubbing my slit against her open silky palm.

“Good girl! But dost not hurry up, Rarity,” she leaned to me and covered my panting mouth with her lips, slightly squeezing me down below, while I tried to cling to her, like to the last source of the oxygen in Equestria. I could only touch her lips with my tongue slightly, before she backed up. “I want thee to forget all the mishaps of the past, mine love.”

Luna sat straight between my stretched legs and their attempt to convulsively enclose her in a leg-hug caused a satisfied grin on her face. It was her turn and she was going to enjoy it in entirety.

“Dost thou like what thou see?” she asked, stretching and putting her arms behind her head, making her breasts rise and glow in the light of the hearth, spreading her wings, which seemingly took the half of the room… as I saw them at the moment. Her mane and tail were flowing in the sudden breeze from the window, or maybe she just cheated slightly with her magic. I surely wasn’t objecting, finding us both in the cloud of lavender-flavoured hair.

“Yes, my princess!” that came out more like a prayer than a simple answer. I raised, supporting myself with my elbows and let my soul dive into her dark eyes. “Tell me you love me, my goddess!”

“I love thee, mine goddess!” Luna laughed and teased, but I couldn’t find time to pretend I was angry with her mocking me that obviously, when she slid down and her hot breath reached my clit. All thoughts flew out of my head at once, as I felt her tongue performing its naughty dance over my pussy. I couldn’t hold a long unnaturally low moan as love juices flowed from inside me in thick strands. I leaked quite massively.

In a convulsive move I stretched my hand and ran my fingers through Luna’s amazing hair, pressing her slightly against my slit, while her tongue drilled me. Looking into her surprised and widened of lust eyes made me excited even more and I heard her muffled moans, as I started helping her with thrusting myself against, making her lose head from desire.

A silvery strand of my juices mixed with her saliva connected her chin with my pulsating slit, when Luna emerged from her dive. She quickly crawled up and our lips connected in another passionate kiss. Tasting my own juices with her sweet tongue turned me on even more, apparently that was possible, and I grabbed her breasts, squeezing them softly, but rhythmically, holding her close.

“Wait, wait,” Luna breathed heavily. “I have better plans for thee, Rarity. Dost thou trust me?”

“I do!” I almost cried out. “Just take me, do anything, before I burn in the fire you lit.”

Luna returned to her place at my knees and used her magic to levitate yet another vial off the nightstand drawer. She placed it between her hips, right next to her oven, and squeaked slightly, giggling like a filly, apparently the vial was a bit cold. I guessed that she wanted to warm it for me, and Celestia to my witness, she couldn’t find a better place.

Then she took my right foot and started playing her warm wet tongue on my toes, while rubbing her free hand against my slit, making my clit pop and my pussy leak even more. She made sure her fingers became moist, then gently put one inside, performing circular motions and caressing the inner walls. My pussy stretched, inner muscles formed a wider tube, apparently ready for action and craving for more. So Luna added one more finger and then the third, making me feel amazingly tight and filled.

“Now thou art arrant mine!” she hissed with a wide smile.

“I was yours all the night!” I barely breathed. “Please, my princess, please, harder!”

Luna took my big toe in her mouth and started sucking on it, like she would perhaps on some other part, if I was a stallion and she was into them. She moved her fingers inside me, gently but strongly, rubbing my g-spot and keeping pace with her lips and tongue. It made me wriggle instantly, but I noticed how her eyes closed and her lower body made unconscious thrusting movements, as she owned me. Evidently, she still controlled herself enough to control her magic, as the vial, she held between her hips, opened and flew through the air, enveloped in her blue aura. It poured two small drops of thick, oily vanilla liquid on my rock hard nipples, and… Celestia, first they felt burning hot, then, as air touched them, they started cooling and made my areolas tighten even more. The sloppy sound, coming from her palm hitting against my wet clean shaven crotch, drove me insane.

I reached Luna’s hand and held it deep inside, while my inner walls squeezed her fingers violently. She kept treating my toe the same blessed way, she started, and my whole body arched, when I came, while seemingly being owned at least at four points at once. Now, remembering it, I could say that I last screamed that loud, when I saw Sweetie Belle decided to help me with my half made dresses and brought her special touch to each, not taking into account, that it was too outstanding to get well with possible customers.

I didn’t know, how I could find any strength to raise after release, when Luna removed her fingers and slowly licked them, looking at my reaction. I sat, moved closer to her, and grabbed the back of her head. I placed my lips over hers and did my best to conquer her mouth entirely with my tongue.

“I love you, Luna!” I let her take a breath. “I see, you didn’t come yet.”

Luna simply nodded, looking at me with wide open lusty eyes, which became surprised at my sudden takeover, as I slid closer, squeezing my slit against her soft heated pussy.

“I may be smaller and weaker than you, darling,” the determination in my eyes spoke for itself. “But nobody ever dared to say that Rarity left anyone unsatisfied, be it a customer for her dresses… or her beloved princess!”

I put all my remaining strength to grind her fast and strong, holding on her and looking into her beautiful eyes, watching the meaningfulness leaving them, as she lost her control and her pussy pulsated under my pressure.

“I’ll be yours, if you are mine,” I whispered affectionately, when she came, spilling quite a hot splash on my labia.

*

“Sleep, my princess,” I whispered in her soft ear slightly biting it, feeling as my passion reluctantly gives way to relaxation, when we got under the covers on her bed and Luna fell asleep on my chest. I felt so safe, wrapped in her arms, wings and starry hair, and at the same time so strong, holding my princess, guarding her sleep. Apparently, that not-so-Great Galloping Gala still ended happily, letting me find my love.

“And we can talk about dresses later tomorrow, or next day… or anytime you wish, darling…”

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