Sexy Subtleties

by Skylight Swirl

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Romance, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Rarity
Length: 1432

Sexty Minute Pony Prompt #3: Rainbow Dash Learns a Lesson! RariDash. Spanking.

The Wonderbolts' very own Soarin' invited Rainbow Dash to a Wonderbolt event! As a date! So of course she'd seek out a hot outfit to catch the attention of the stallion from her best friend Rarity. Of course, Rainbow's single-tracked mind can only wear on the fashionista for so long. Perhaps a lesson is in order? [Hoofplay] [Spanking]

A mildly edited version of my submission to Sexty Minute Pony Prompts. While mostly for grammar and clarification, I feel it still remains within the allotted time limit. Also: First naughty little story. First completed story at that. Sigh.

Published 2012-07-18 02:44:09 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-18 02:44:09 UTC

Chapter 1

The whole thing is fine just make it… sexy. It needs to be about twenty percent sexier.

Sweat beaded on a brow tickled by a rainbow mane as a Pegasus stood nervously under the stage lights of Carousel Boutique. Rainbow Dash found herself suddenly regretting her choice of words when it came to the critique of the outfit she ordered for her upcoming big date with Soarin’. That little quip didn’t go over well the last time she had used it for her gala dress and even the normally dense wanna-be Wonderbolt could see the one sided discussion of how attractive the stallion lieutenant was started to wear Rarity’s patience thin.

Standing still for this amount of time was unthinkable. But this? Rainbow started to fidget about slightly, rolling her hooves back and forth anxiously.

“And just what is it that you know of ‘sexy’, Rainbow Dash?”

The fashionista’s words would have hung in her mind like a thorn if she didn’t find herself slightly uncomfortable in the choice of clothing. She’d must have done something to anger the sugar-white Unicorn to have found herself dressed up like a school filly, down to a pair of black-framed glasses. Cerise eyes glimmered through crystal lenses.

“Well you have me dressed up so… ridiculous! There’s no way any of the Wonderbolts would ever, EVER find something this… normal, sexy.”

“Oh my my my, Rainbow dear. You do have a lot to learn, don’t you? I could almost hear you questioning my advice after the little fashion show fiasco.”

Rainbow Dash looked over her shoulder to glare at her friend over her own flank. Multicolored tail bursting forth under a burgundy pleated skirt, twitching as it tries to stay down just enough to keep her buttocks covered. The athletic pony did not like this feeling of modesty that washed over her every time some event, ball or whim of this clotheshorse got her into some sort outfit.

“Forget this. I want out. My wings are stiff and these… panties are chafing my flank. How in the hay am I supposed to fly in this getup, even?” Rainbow Dash pouted at the sudden realization that her wings could barely stretch out properly while wearing a white button up blouse. The tie? That would just be plain annoying during flight, fluttering around in her face. “If I can’t fly, how am I gonna impress the Wonderbolts? If I can’t impress the Wonderbolts, how am I gonna get Soarin’ to think I’m hot stuff?”

Rarity scrunched her muzzle up in thought, a sign her friends knew meant that any attempts at conversing with her were long gone. Lost in her own world of fabric and lace, as it were. Just as quickly, her face beamed with a devious grin so sharp it should very well be accompanied by the sound of a chime.

“You lack subtlety, Rainbow Dash; a lesson you very well need to learn. So you get Soarin’ to think that you are ‘hot stuff’. What then? Back to his place? I’m going to go out on a limb that you have not thought this through and think the resulting intercourse is simply just going to be a boring old romp in the hay.”

Cheeks as blue as the sky burned red though the soft coat above as Rainbow attempted to stammer a reply. Tail stood on end as the nervous Pegasus had her darker desires pulled into the spotlight by one of her closest friends. If anypony else were in the boutique at the time, the tight flank of Ponyville’s star athlete would be modeling pristine white panties for the whole of the show floor, thundercloud cutie mark partially visible through the side ties that drooped down toned thighs.

This has not gone unnoticed by the watchful eye of the premiere style pony.

“W-what? What the buck are you talking about, Rarity? I don’t have those kinds of thoughts for the Wonderbolts!”

“Oh? You don’t, hmm?”

“Of course I don’t! What would ever give you that idea?”

“Very simple, Rainbow. I watch ponies. I see what makes them tick, what their tastes are and how they interact with other ponies. Their style. If I didn’t, my clothing would suit nopony and I could hardly call myself a fashionista!”

“So you’re saying you totally know what makes me tick? Pfft.”

“That is exactly what I am saying, Rainbow Dash.”

“If you know me so well, prove it!”

Once again, Rainbow Dash felt she simply should have stuck her hoof in her mouth. As an indication that the challenge has been accepted, she felt her left hind leg become enveloped by a warm magic aura, and Dash simply left it under the control of Rarity. She’d done so all night, so what difference was it now? Dash could hear trotting hooves behind her, but chose to continue to stare forward as if to avoid the embarrassment of exposing rosy cheeks. She had to be strong! She had to be tough!

Tough enough to resist falling to the stage floor. Rainbow Dash buckled at the knees of the three legs that remained in solid contact with the floor as she felt something brush against the bottoms of her hooves. Something smooth.

Something hooficured and lacquered.

A girlish whine echoed in the empty boutique unbefitting of a rough and tumble tomboy and Rarity reveled in it. The shrill, squeak of a moan was the sound of victory against a brazen foe. The Unicorn rubbed between the bars of those athletic hooves with her toe with the same devilish grin as she sport when divine inspiration hits her in the midst of brainstorming.

“You mean like this?” Rarity put on her best snark to mask the erotic undertones that had been building up since she managed to get Rainbow dressed up. A proper lady never ogles nor pines, after all, and Rainbow’s pining over an admittedly attractive stallion had ruffled her well coiffed mane just a little too much tonight. What better opportunity to sate a few errant desires than to address them professionally… Ahem. Semi-professionally?

It wasn’t long before Rainbow Crash landed on her forelegs, leaving a taut rump in the air; her tail rest down against her back and her face buried between her forelegs causing heavy breathing to grow muffled. The normally boisterous Pegasus had remained uncharacteristically silent aside from errant yelps each time the polished hoof slipped and tapped against her own. Plum-colored cheeks rebelled against being so easily overpowered! Lithe, quivering body did nothing to assuage such an assault.

Rarity levitated one of her wide paddle brushes that she would normally use to detangle her fabulous mane after a splendid bath to her side. Rearing it high in the air while she continued to dig and toy with the sensitive hoof, the Unicorn would bring it down across the clothed rump of Rainbow Dash.

Another high-pitched, girlish squeak, but not a single word. The makeshift paddle came down across the other flank. Rarity could see that Rainbow Dash had bitten onto one of her forelegs.

Another swat. Rainbow coiled her torso in response, but before Rarity would call it quits, the slender Pegasus slipped back into the neutral face-down position, as if to defy the Unicorn! Thus the boutique boomed with the sounds of a battered bottom until Rainbow Dash released her mouth-grip on her foreleg. Like air escaping from a balloon, she squealed helplessly.

Perhaps she had gone too far? After all, Rarity could see the plethora of bright red marks she had left on her dear friend’s rump through both her beautiful coat and panties. Clearing her throat, Rarity would attempt to regain her composure. Even after such an improper impromptu event, a lady must always be a lady.

“Ahem. Well, I hope you have learned a lesson on the subtleties of what is and isn’t sexy, Rainbow Dash.”

The Pegasus cocked her head to the side as best as she could to gaze up at the Unicorn, sheepishly with eyes trying not to stare directly at the violet eyes hiding behind red reading glasses. Despite her friend’s worry, Rainbow Dash remained in that position, her rump swaying slightly. Nervously. Rightly so, at that! Her voice muffled by her crossed forelegs.

“Y-You know, I d-did learn a lesson…”

Rarity perked her ears up in hopes that Rainbow Dash would assure her that this awkward event wasn’t all for naught. Hurting a friend is, after all, the worst thing ever.

“What’s that, Rainbow dear?”

“I… I might be a bad student.”