A Midnight Rarity

by SquiggelSquirrel

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle (EqG), Romance, Rarity (EqG), Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex, Midnight Sparkle, Sunset Shimmer
Length: 6072

A reformed Midnight Sparkle possesses Rarity. Sexytimes ensue.

Still possessing her Midnight powers, and now accidentally pregnant with Sunset Shimmer's baby, Sci-twi wants to give Midnight the freedom to stretch her wings, but worries the dark magic will corrupt her unborn child.

The solution? Ask Rarity to play “host” to Midnight for a few days a month.

This is absolutely not a ploy to get Rarity into bed with them. That would just be a bonus.

Warning: May contain futa, horsecock, masturbation, light bondage, lesbians, pregnancy, and a disregard for biology in favour of magic.

Published 2017-10-07 12:00:05 UTC
Last updated 2018-03-19 14:03:39 UTC

An Evening Talk

Twilight moaned, burying her face in Sunset's shoulder. The two lovers ground against each other on the bed, each using one hand to stimulate the other's clitoris. Sunset gasped and, with her other hand, squeezed Twilight's buttock. Twilight clung to Sunset's back and pressed her teeth against the base of Sunset's neck, stifling a moan. It was a warm summer evening, and the two of them lay naked together in their apartment, bare skin caked with sweat and other dried fluids, the bed-sheets already soaked beneath them. From Twilight's reactions, Sunset could tell her girlfriend was close, but Sunset wasn't far off either, and she wanted the two of them to cum together.

It seemed Twilight had the same idea, her motions against Sunset's growing deeper and more vigorous until Sunset wailed with pleasure. Although Twilight did indeed reach her climax first, Sunset was not far behind, and the two rode out their orgasms together, locked in a climatic embrace as the seconds shuddered by.

When the waves of ecstasy final subsided, the two rolled apart, gasping, Sunset's arm still around Twilight's waist and Twilight's arm resting on her lover's thigh. When enough strength returned, Sunset shifted back onto her side, facing Twilight, and swept a sheet over the two of them. Though messy, neither of them felt inclined to lift themselves up to clean — it would not be the first time the two of them had fallen asleep in this state, though they would definitely need to change the bedding tomorrow.

“I love you, Twilight,” breathed Sunset, bringing her free hand to rest of Twilight's navel. “So much…”

Twilight smiled, bringing her hand up to rest on Sunset's. She could smell her own sex on Sunset's breath, another residue of their evening's activities.

“I love you, too.” Twilight replied. “Isn't that lucky?”

It had been just over four weeks since the memorable morning in which Twilight had accidentally become pregnant with Sunset's child — the result of a magically-crafted set of (temporary) male organs, grown from Sunset's own body. Not enough time, yet, for any visible bulge in Twilight's belly, but more than enough for Sunset to adopt a fiercely caring and protective role towards Twilight — even moreso than usual. No-one, human or pony, was entirely certain what the effects of this magical conception would be, and Sunset had borrowed several books from Twilight's Equestrian counterpart.

The subject of marriage had not, as yet, been broached. At least, not between the two of them. Twilight had sought advice from some of her other friends though, who had strongly suggested that Twilight take no action but instead wait for Sunset to make the first move. Their collective unwillingness to share their motives suggested to Twilight that maybe they knew more than they were letting on, which suggested there was something more to know, and of course Twilight's friends were also Sunset's friends, and Sunset may also have gone to them for advice…

And so for the time being, Twilight had resolved to wait and see if Sunset would raise the subject.

Tonight, however, Twilight had another subject to raise.

“Hey, Sunset?”

“Hmm?” Sunset rested her cheek on Twilight's shoulder.

“I… I know we agreed that my Midnight power might be dangerous, for the baby…”

Sunset lifted her head slightly, but said nothing.

“The thing is… I've been talking to Midnight — with those visualisation techniques? And she agrees, but…” Twilight sighed, and shifted uneasily, “it's just that, well, she doesn't want to be cooped up inside me for nine months, you know?”

“Hmm… I guess I can see that, but… do you two have another suggestion? I mean, I know it would be inconvenient, but for the baby's sake…”

“Actually, I've been doing some research, on magically coalesced psyche manifestations… uh, that seems to be the correct classification for Midnight, at least based on the Encyclopedia Canterlotia… right? Um, and if I've understood the theory correctly — and Midnight agrees with me on this, though I suppose in this case that kinda just means I'm agreeing with myself, but — um, anyway, I think it should be possible to perform a temporary possession transference, without any risk to the baby. I mean, to be honest I already suspected as such before I read up on the theory, but I've compiled a list of references for arguments for and against, and I feel like all the available research really backs me up on this, so… what do you think?”

“I think…” said Sunset, shuffling in closer and sliding her hand down Twilight's navel, “that this is maybe a bad idea, but hearing you talk nerdy really turns me on.”

Twilight grinned, but her hand squeezed Sunset's and stopped it descending further. “Sunset,” she chided.

Sunset chuckled. “Okay, well… if you're trying to transfer Midnight to me, can you do that without transforming first?”

“I was hoping you could perform the transfer, using your Daydream magic. I could use what I've learned to help isolate Midnight and make things easier, but I wouldn't actually use any of my own power.”

Sunset bit her own lip thoughtfully. “I'm not sure having Midnight and Daydream together in the same body would be a good idea. They'd either cancel out, or…”

“So, maybe someone else? A willing host, of course — someone who understands what they're agreeing to — but that should be possible, right?”

“Maybe… I mean, I'd like to check over the theory, to be sure — not that I don't trust you, just that it doesn't hurt to have a second pair of eyes… did you have someone in mind?”

“I… Midnight and I were thinking, maybe, we could ask Rarity? I mean, only if you're okay with this.”

Hearing Twilight's tone, Sunset shifted her thoughts from the technical aspects of transferring Midnight, to the personal implications if they succeeded. She gazed into Twilight's deep purple eyes, considering what would make her girlfriend hesitant about this.

“I guess it would be pretty intimate, huh? Midnight's a part of you, after all.”

“Yeah… and I'm pretty sure if this works, Midnight would still have a copy of all my memories and experience, up to the point the transfer took place… that could mean sharing some really personal stuff with whoever became Midnight's host.”

“Yeah… and Midnight's a pretty sexual person… not that you're not!” Sunset hastened to add.

“No, I think she ended up with a disproportionate copy of my libido.”

Some time passed before Sunset spoke again.

“This could be a really personal thing, couldn't it?”

“Yeah…”

Sunset raised her hand to the side of Twilight's face, running fingers through her hair.

“Twilight… I love you. I want you to be happy. I like being the one… I like being someone who makes you happy. And I know you love me, and… and I love it when you express that. All the ways you express that.

“But… I know we've never talked about it, but… that doesn't mean I have to be the only one, okay? I don't have to be the only one you love, the only one who makes you happy… I'm just saying… if there's ever someone else, someone you want to be intimate with, then that's okay. I mean, I'd like you to let me know, and at least let me meet whoever it is, and maybe check that it's okay with me on a case-by-case basis, but…”

“So…” said Twilight, “is that how we are? Open?”

“I won't be, if you don't want me to. We're different people, and it doesn't have to be 'symmetrical', but… yeah. If it's someone we both know, and trust. Someone I know will care for you, like I do. I'm okay with that.”

Twilight rolled back towards Sunset, slipping an arm around Sunset's waist.

“I love you,” Twilight repeated, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead against Sunset's.

“Yeah you do.” Sunset teased.

“And I feel the same,” said Twilight, “if you want to be with someone else.”

“Mmm…”

The two lay still, eyes closed, until Twilight had almost drifted to sleep, when Sunset spoke again.

“So… Rarity, huh?”

Twilight's eyes snapped open, but Sunset's were closed. “Uh…” she squirmed slightly.

“We can ask her tomorrow.”

A Morning Request

“Now then, darlings, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

The three of them were sat around a table in Rarity's house, three cups and a teapot arranged in front of them.

“So, um…” Twilight looked to Sunset for help.

“The short version,” said Sunset, “is, uh —”

“You know I've been using my, er, 'Midnight Sparkle' powers?”

“Yes?”

“The thing is that 'Midnight Sparkle' kinda has, or rather is, or sort-of became, essentially, a, uh, well a separate personality from me. Sort of. Not entirely separate though, really, more like a, a shadow, or a reflection, or a harmonic set of frequencies that resonates with my own personality.”

“But she's nice,” interjected Sunset. “Or, I mean, good, just kinda… intense.”

The two exchanged nervous glances.

“I trust her completely,” ventured Twilight.

“Me too,” added Sunset hastily. “And, it's partly thanks to her that we're…” she gestured herself and Twilight.

“At the end of the day, she's just another part of me, really.”

Rarity said nothing, but patiently waited for her two friends to reach a point.

“I can't,” began Twilight “ — I mean, it's probably not safe for me to become Midnight while I'm pregnant, but it doesn't seem fair to keep her locked up. So, we were looking for someone, a willing volunteer, who would become a — strictly temporary — host to Midnight. A sort of, uh, 'demonic possession', so to speak. But they'd still be aware, and in control, just… sharing their body, and control of their body, with Midnight.”

“You'd be psychically linked to her,” added Sunset. “You'd probably see each other's thoughts, to an extent, though you could maybe also learn to hide them, with practise.”

“We'd only want you to do this if you're absolutely comfortable,” ventured Twilight, blushing slightly. “I mean, we can probably find someone else, or —”

“Oh no no darling, of course I'll help you and Midnight. Really, it's the least I can do. Anything to help my friends. So then, did you have a time in mind?”

“Well, uh,” replied Twilight, shooting another sideways glance at Sunset, “we both have the rest of the weekend free…”

“Well so have I,” beamed Rarity. “Do you need me to come over to your place, or can we do it right here?”

“Uh…” Twilight said nothing more, but glanced nervously back and forth between Sunset and Rarity.

“Right here should be fine,” interceded Sunset, “we just need a little space.”

“Um,” Twilight raised a finger, “the thing is, I mean Midnight can conjure a costume, but… when I transform, usually any clothes I'm wearing get destroyed.”

“Oh!” said Rarity, “I see. Um, would it help to use a dressing room? Or would that, uh, 'interfere with the magic', so to speak?”

“I think we can make that work,” said Sunset.

A few minutes later, Rarity was sat in a dressing room, having stripped down in preparation, with one arm poking out from behind the curtain. Twilight was sat on a chair just outside, holding Rarity's hand. Sunset was standing in front of the curtain, already glowing with her Daydream magic, hands enveloping those of Rarity and Twilight.

“Okay,” pronounced Sunset/Daydream, “I'm ready when you girls are.”

“Any time, darling,” came Rarity's voice.

“Ready,” nodded Twilight.

Inside her dressing room, Rarity shifted nervously, wondering how long this process would take, whether she should have asked beforehand, and what exactly it would feel li—

A hot chill ran through her body. She thought she would sneeze, but instead the feeling spread down from her forehead, out through her body. The sensation was akin to the build of an orgasm, more than anything else she could think of. Pressure swelled within her body, seeking release. Her bones were vibrating, and the air around her was water. There was a sinking sensation, like being on the edge of sleep, but this time oblivion was rising up to claim her. Something writhed and tickled deep within her gut, mirthless chuckles bubbling up past her ribcage. The dressing room lights grew too bright, and hard, so she closed her eyes.

Something burst. She suddenly started, as if waking from the edge of sleep, and a yelp escaped her mouth. The air was clear, and glassy. Everything was in sharp focus, sharper than she'd ever known. She could feel her bones, her muscles, every blood vessel within her, yet this was somehow comforting. The intricate entwining of her own organs held the beauty of forests. Every breath entered her body light and yellow-pink, leaving a softened blue-brown. She laughed. She didn't know why; It just felt so good to be alive, to just be.

“…ay in there?” Came a voice. Sunset's voice — her dear Sunset. She could picture Sunset's face so clearly, and that look of longing submission that Sunset would wear when right on the edge, and…

“Absoluteyes I'm marfineous Daaarlings!!” we exclaimed, pushing the thought from their mind and blushing slightly. She exclaimed. They exclaimed? Who exclaimed? She rose to Rarity's feet. Standing — that was good. She chuckled again.

“Are you sure?” That was Twilight's voice, yet it sounded strange somehow.

Rarity swept the curtain aside with a gesture, exalting in how easily she could do that, without even touching the fabric. This was power. She stepped out, revelling in the sinuation of her own stride. She could feel the magic within her crackling around her feet, sweeping her hair out, billowing and ethereal, above her.

“Darlings,” she repeated. “My Pets.” She lidded her eyes, and reached up to stroke a finger along Sunset's jawline. “I feel Positively Invigorated. I can't Begin to Tell You…” She grinned at a pleasant, recent, memory of Sunset looking up at her with those verdant eyes, Sunset's head between her thighs, Sunset's tongue kneading her quivering, purple… pussy…

Rarity blinked, and snapped her arm away, staggered by the sudden juxtaposition of her memories and… her memories. She turned her head to Twilight and…

Another memory, clear as day. Twilight was sat on the edge of her bed, lingerie pulled aside and vibrating dildo in hand, masturbating while looking straight at her, so needy, from the… other side of… the mirror. Her own reflection. She began to panic.

Rarity clasped a hand to Rarity's head as the voice inside her thoughts shouted at her with a force that made her eyes water. She swayed on Rarity's feet as Twilight jumped to her own and both girls crowded her, concerned looks and concerned words swimming around her. A fragment of sense caught her ear.

“… we'll undo…”

“NO!” The word came out more forcefully than she'd intended. They'd intended. She held up their hands. “My Petlings, I'm just wait Fine give me We're adjusting a moment wait JUST STOP!”

No-one moved, or spoke. She/they didn't even think. They just waited, for their head to calm.

Rarity thought, forming the thoughts into words as much as possible inside her own head.

“Yes,” answered Rarity, “much better.”

Pronounced Midnight.

thought Rarity, at least you didn't see…>

Her thoughts flicked back to one of her own memories, as Rarity — the time she had crafted her own dominatrix outfit, all in near-black purple. Sheer thigh boots with stiletto heels, finger-less evening gloves, a leather corset that lifted her breasts and thrust her bare nipples outwards. Her leather thong bore an ostentatious zipper for the crotch, a garter-belt worn over the top more for show than because her stockings needed holding up. A choker collar completed the ensemble. The silk linings had been expensive, but entirely worth it. The makeup she wore with it bordered on tacky, with every intent of being whoreish, but she pulled it off. Not that there had been any witnesses — just a mannequin, augmented with a strap-on and bound to her workbench, the better to play out her fantasies with. And a mirror, of course, since she could ask no-one else for their appraisal.

Rarity lingered on the memories of that evening just a touch longer than she had intended, until she felt the prickle of warmth in her loins, and a distinct sensation of… smugness, from Midnight.

Rarity mentally muttered.

“Rarity?” Sunset spoke, “are you okay?”

Both Sunset and Twilight were staring at her, nervously sliding their gazes up and down — no doubt the infusion of magic had worked quite a transformation on her, she really needed to check a mirror. Firstly, though, her friends were concerned. Their expressions said as much — concern, awe, rapt attention with perhaps a tinge of embarrassment.

“Oh yes, Darlings, really.” Rarity felt the confidence swell within her once more, her new bond with Midnight settling into something more harmonious. She grinned. “We Had a moment's difficulty, but I'm certain Midnight and I can find a proper Balance.”

“Uh…” Sunset and Twilight both nodded in nervous agreement, their eyes not leaving her, their faces both quite flushed.

“Really, darlings,” she reassured them, striking a confident pose — one hand on her hip, the other raised, palm upturned. Feet slightly apart, head held high. “I am Perfectly…” her voice trailed off, as her friends' reactions placed doubt in her mind. Her eyes drifted down, her head following as she looked down at her own body. “Naked,” she finished.

“Ah,” she added.

Indeed, though it had somehow escaped her notice until this point, there was not a hint of clothing anywhere on her body. Her skin had taken on a light blue tone, still darker than usual, but the darkening of her nipples was, from her perspective, more pronounced. Perhaps it was her imagination, but her breasts seemed a tad firmer and more prominent than usual, and maybe it was only the now dark-blue hue of her areolas that made them seem larger than she remembered. Her carefully trimmed brush of public hair, similarly darkened, drew the gaze downwards to the blue line of her vaginal lips.

Slowly, she closed her legs, and brought her hands in to cover her crotch and breasts, as best she could. She giggled nervously.

observed Midnight unhelpfully.

“Ah, heh, p-please excuse us a moment, darlings.”

Her words snapped her friends from their reverie, and both immediately, if quite belatedly, averted their gaze, muttering apologies.

Rarity backed into the dressing room, closing the curtain with a flick of her finger, and only then relaxing slightly.

Rarity turned, seeing her altered form in full for the first time. Her hair had darkened, streaks of black running through the purple, but there were winking flecks of brighter purple, like tiny stars. Her eyes glowed with pale cyan light. It seemed her makeup had changed along with her skin — darker, deeper, more… mature than her usual "look". There were no flames around her eyes, but her pupils had contracted to a disturbing degree.

She had wings. Crystalline and blue, they glittered in the dim light. Her eyes widened, and she smiled — properly lit, and attired, she would look fabulous.

An Afternoon Experiment

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.

“I can't…” Rarity closed her eyes. She could almost hear Midnight whispering in her ear.

Rarity was almost quivering with fear, the raw power of Midnight threatening to engulf her. Yet deep inside her, there was something more, a primal desire that pulled her forward. She hesitantly resolved to let Midnight in, though she wasn't sure how…

And then she was. They were. She was still herself, but herself was also new to her, and so exciting. It was as though she was exploring her own body for the first time, able to appreciate it like never before — her well-toned curves, her youthful skin, her lustrous hair. More than that, though, was the blazing, untamed lust that burned within her, promising such delicious ecstasy if only she would embrace it. Contrasted with such delectable allure, all her reservations seemed flimsy and distant. Even the fear of being caught in the act only added a spice to the scenario.

Her free hand went to her chest, pulling at the fabric and causing it to unravel in her grasp. She leaned back, allowing the magic of her wings to gently lower her onto the smooth boulder as her other hand pulled her skirts aside, baring her gorgeous skin to the sunlight. Her fingers traced a familiar yet novel pattern along her thighs and toward her sex, her other hand exploring the feel of her breasts. She offered silent thanks up to the heavens, for gifting her with such a nubile and lustful host, before sliding their fingers down between the folds of her hot, dripping sex.

She couldn't help but shudder as her fingertips made their first stroke across her clitoris, the first taste of pleasure long denied. A moan swelled up from deep within her as she relaxed into the gentle stroking movements. The stone beneath her was warm and smooth, a gentle breeze teased her exposed nipples, and the magic saturating her body heightened every sensation. The sounds of her pleasure fell on the wide, open silence of nature around her.

As she slowly worked her fingers up and down, probing her entrance and massaging her clit, she imagined Midnight embracing her, another girl's arms wrapped around her from behind, guiding her hand and exploring her body. The idea was so real, she could practically feel it, and the shifting aura of magic flowing through her skin only reinforced the phantom sensation.

She quickened her movements, small circled eliciting gasps and squeals from her throat. The first spasms of a rising orgasm were growing within her, and her whole body was starting to writhe and squirm in response. On impulse, she took her fantasy further, allowing the magic surrounding her to solidify into spectral limbs, a mass of hands groping and teasing her all over. She felt them squeeze her thighs and play with her breasts, rubbing her navel and kneading her buttocks. Hands held her head, lifted her calves, and massaged her back. Her cunny gripped spectral fingers that pressed in against her walls. She was close.

She could almost visualise what she must look like now, but almost was not enough — she needed to see. With the briefest gesture of her free hand, she conjured a trio of mirrors in the air above her, their shape echoing her own cutie mark. The showed her herself, from multiple angles. Flawless pale skin shone in the sunlight. Transparent purple hands rose from the stone beneath her, embracing her from every angle, the central figure in an orgy of one. Her dark blue nipples stood proudly erect. Her fingers were slick with her own fluids, her hair was disheveled in a provocative manner, and the look on her face was one of the purest desire. The shredded remains of her clothing framed her writhing body.

The mirrors surrounded her, offering a vision of sexuality whichever way she turned her gaze. Her fingers were pistoning as fast as she dared, muscles tensing as her climax peaked.

She screamed her delight to the heavens as her vagina squeezed tightly on the fingers inside her, a spray of fluids gushing out over the rocks. The hands gripped her, holding her tightly as her body shook with spasms of pleasure. She locked eyes with her own reflection, feeling Midnight's presence behind the eyes that gazed back at her. Slowly, her tension unwound and she sank back down onto the rock below, still quivering as the ripples of pleasure washed over her.

Even her thoughts fell silent, as she drifted into a half-sleep, her body slowly recovering. It had been too long since she allowed herself such pure release, and she hadn't realised how badly she'd needed it.

Some uncertain time later, her thoughts returned and began to wander. Her conjurations had faded, leaving her simply naked and half asleep out in the open air. If someone walked by now… truth be told, she hardly cared. She felt she probably should, but why not let them enjoy her glorious beauty? With Midnight's power, she was completely safe wherever she was. She probably should head back at some point, though. She wouldn't want the girls to worry. She smiled. Oh, Twilight was certainly going to enjoy this little memory.

Her thoughts jolted back to nervous alertness, and she sat up. She explored her own mind gingerly.