A Midnight Rarity

Twilight and Sunset sat in awkward silence, the image of “Midnight Rarity”, in all her full-frontal glory, still etched in their minds. It was a perfectly natural mistake to make, they silently supposed. Having just become two minds in one body, anyone could easily forget that the body in question was bereft of coverings. As Rarity's platonic friends (for the moment, anyway), of course the proper thing to do would be to give it no further thought, not to mention it except perhaps as light-hearted joke to ease the tension, and absolutely never picture what they had seen during future “private” moments.

But… damn. Really. Wow. It wasn't just her body. The way she moved, the way she talked, everything about Midnight Rarity radiated sexuality. Lesbian or not, a woman like that could fluster a statue.

The two of them agreed, in red-faced silence, not to speak of this again.

Meanwhile, Rarity was in the dressing room, experimenting.

…with different outfits, of course. Squeals and moans of appreciation, giggles and sighs, along with the occasional buzz or crackle of magic, all assailed their imagination as they waited outside for her.

Finally, the curtain swept aside, and Rarity emerged.

“Well, my Darlings, What do you Think?”

Her dress would not have looked out of place at a masquerade ball; Though sleek and slinky, it was framed by a voluminous skirt train and by a mass of large, raven-like feathers spreading from her back. Black, lustrous and velvety, trimmed with wine-dark purple, the fabric was adorned with dozens, maybe hundreds of tiny sparkling gems, which glittered in blue and pink. On the right, a slit ran up to her waist, the folds of fabric parting to reveal bare leg and hip, and a black, heeled, over-the-knee boot. On the left, another slit extended past her knee, only just far enough to bare some skin. The bodice trim resembled a corset, sparkles highlighting her curves. Her shoulders were bare; Three thick strips of fabric extended up to her neck, or one triangle of fabric with two diamond sections cut out, leaving dual windows to the tops of her breasts. At the neck, they met in a choker collar embellished with a single, thumb-sized, gem, resembling those from Rarity's own cutie mark, but glowing faintly and holding dozens of twinkling lights within. Her finger-less evening gloves were comparatively plain.

From her back, feathers extended, maybe a foot long, reaching out to where her actual wings, made of floating gem-shards, began.

At the top of her forehead, Midnight Rarity had a narrow, gem-like horn. Either side, she had added gem-like hairpins. The result was a crown-like arrangement. Two more gems hung from earrings, framing her face.

The overall effect, was stunning. Their jaws hung open.

“Uh… wow,” managed Sunset. “You, er… you look… good. Beautiful,” she hastily corrected. “Magnificent,” she added.

“Radiant,” Twilight contributed.

“I Know, right‽” exclaimed Rarity, a slightly manic grin filling her face as she raised her arms excitedly, before pivoting to display the entire costume. Her dress was mostly backless, revealing bare shoulders and the curve of her lower back onto her hips, the fabric making an oval frame. “Oh, my Daarlings,” she breathed, “This magic is Simply Incredible! Why, if I could use it Every Day, making Dresses… Oh, of Course I can't but — no, it is Not 'Frivolous', darling.” For a moment Rarity was talking to her “other” self, “But Still, If Nothing Else, I am Simply Inspired.” She continued to grin and twist, looking down her own body, seemingly oblivious to her dumbstruck friends.

“How are you and Midnight getting along?” asked Sunset.

“Oh splendidly, Sunny-pet. We had some minor trouble at first, two minds in one body, ahaha, but we're really getting the hang of this — it is quite different from when I'm Twilight, though.”

“Oh! That's… that's good…” remarked Sunset.

“What, uh, what did the two of you want to do?” asked Twilight.

Rarity blinked, then frowned. Then an idea lit her face. “Ooh!” she exclaimed, “I could go flying!” She pause, then: “Wait,” she added, “flying? Oh don't worry, me,” she replied, “you'll love it, trust us!”

Sunset and Twilight exchanged glances.

“Okay, well…” said Rarity nervously, “it seems like I'm going to go flying, haha — stretch our wings for a bit. It will be an… experience, I'm sure.”

“You're sure?” asked Sunset.

“Yes, darling pet, that's what we just said.”

“Right…” muttered Sunset.

“Oh, Sunset,” Rarity sighed, stepping closer. She lifted one hand to cup Sunset's jaw, taking Sunset's hand in her other, leaning in until their faces were only inches apart. “I know you're worried about me, and it's sweet, but you need to trust us more. We've had some trouble with words,” she stepped in close still, until her elbow was resting on Sunset's chest and Sunset could feel Rarity's breath on her lips, “but between us we can handle this body just fine.”

Sunset didn't trust herself to speak.

Rarity's back garden was sheltered enough, Midnight felt, to allow her to leave the ground unnoticed. She stood on the lawn, glancing nervously at her wings.

Rarity felt her skin prickle as raw power welled up invisibly around her. The grass rippled and her dress billowed. She barely had time to register the surge, before the world dropped away from her suddenly. A tiny shriek escaped her mouth, and she clenched her eyes shut, as the air whipped around her. Then she felt stillness, the sound of rushing wind her only sensation.

chuckled Midnight gently

Rarity felt warmth and comfort — Midnight's own confidence, shared with her. She opened her eyes, and gasped.

She stood on a landscape of white fluffiness, and endless blue sky above her. The clouds drifted lazily by as she found she could float just wherever she wanted to go. It was peaceful, beautiful in its simplicity.

A dot in the distance caught her eye.

remarked Midnight.

“Midnight…” said Rarity aloud, “thank you for showing me this.”

“You're welcome, Rarity.”

They blushed.

“It's fine, darling. I can't really say I mind you being attracted to me, even if you are rather forward.”

Rarity found herself grinning in a decidedly less than innocent fashion — Midnight's influence, she was certain. She had to admit, Midnight's interest was slightly thrilling. That, and sharing a body with someone like this, was exciting her far more than she'd anticipated.

Rarity felt warmth spread across her shoulders, a definite presence behind her, almost enveloping her. She also realised that her left hand had moved up to cup her breast.

“Very forward.” She swatted her hand away.

Midnight giggled inside their head.

<…>

Midnight leaned them forward, placing a hand on their knee, thumb slipped just over the edge of thier boot. “You know…” the words came out of Rarity's mouth, though not quite in her voice, a gentle purr that tickled her tongue, “… one gesture, and these clothes could be gone. We could drop low, over town — people almost never look up…”

“Midnight, I think you should put us down, right now. Fully clothed, thank you very much.”

Midnight waved their hand, and for a moment, Rarity saw stars, or maybe atoms, or maybe the stars were atoms. Then she was standing on a hillside, recoiling from the suspicion that she'd just glimpsed something powerful enough to obliterate her sanity if she'd stared at it a moment longer.

“Did… did we just teleport?”

“Don't ever do that again!”

Rarity sighed. “Would you just stop already?”

Rarity glanced around, and found a conveniently shaped rock nearby to sit on. The rock was smooth, and pleasantly warmed by the sun. The view was pretty, and it seemed they were completely alone up here. Rarity took a few calming breaths, and decided to try reasoning with Midnight.

“Midnight, darling — I realise you are naturally quite… aggressive, in nature, but please understand that your advances are making me… uncomfortable.”

“Rarity, I'd never do anything without your total consent.”

“Why does that not reassure me?”

“Because I'm smug.”

The simple answer caught Rarity off-guard. When she could think of no response, Midnight continued.

“You seem to be forgetting, this is my body now, too.”

“This is my body, Midnight! You are a guest and I won't have you treat me like your property!”

“I mean I'm bound to this body, as though it's my own. I see what you see, and feel what you feel. If we stub our toe, I feel the pain just as you do, I can't choose not to, any more than you can. I'm not just not controlling you — I'm letting you control me.”

“Oh… Midnight… I, uh, didn't realise…”

“Which also means I feel your involuntary reactions, Rarity.” Midnight was grinning again. “Like the warmth that rises just here,” Rarity felt the back of her fingers brush her jawline, “when you start to blush.” continued the voice in her head,

Their other hand was on Rarity's knee again, gently squeezing and working it's way just slightly inward. This time, however, Rarity wasn't so sure about brushing it away.