Twilight knocked on the door to Carousel Boutique. The overstuff dragon held in her magic was trying to smooth his head scales out, but they refused to cooperate, much to his annoyance and her amusement. “Rarity. Are you home?”

“I’m in my design room, darling,” called a voice from the upper floor. “Just let yourself in and we can talk.”

Twilight beamed and pushed the door opened before trotting inside. “This should be easy.”

Spike furrowed his brow. “How do you mean?”

“Well, Rarity wants the ticket. I mean, how could she not? The chance to mingle with the cream of the crop is probably a lifelong dream of hers,” Twilight explained happily. “I just wave this baby in front of her face, and she’ll be like putty in my hooves.”

“Uh huh,” Spike said skeptically, folding his arms. “As opposed to every other time we’ve come over where she ties you up and makes you her fuck slave.”

“This is different, Spike. This time,” she waved the ticket in her magic, “I have leverage. I just need her to do something with her magic penis while I take notes, and we’ll be good as gold.”

“I’m not sure this is entirely ethical, Twi. I mean, playing blackmail for sex is just some harmless fun, but actual blackmail for something that rightfully belongs to someone else? Don’t you think you’re crossing a line?”

“You’re over thinking things, Spike. It’s just a little tit for tat. We each get what we want and then we part ways. If you think about it, it’s not much different than me buying a dress like any other customer. Everypony gets what they want.”

“But the ticket is hers!” Spike insisted, only to feel his jaw clamp shut from Twilight’s magical grip.

“Shh. Not so loud. She’ll hear.”

Muted, Spike just gave Twilight the stink eye while she carried him along.

As confident as Twilight was in her plan, she still scanned the halls of the boutique, wary of traps. Rarity was a devious, dangerous mare, especially when she was feeling frisky. Twilight was especially cautious of magic canceling horn rings, so she levitated Spike directly over her head, just in case. A part of her considered sticking her horn up his ass for safety, but that thought was dismissed on the grounds that it would be too suspicious. Also, Spike pooped from there, and dragon poops were super gross.

Her nostrils flared as she detected the scent of something truly fragrant. Unable to help herself, like a fly to the fly trap, Twilight let the scent carry her just a few steps off course until she found a rose in a glass vase sitting atop a table. While she didn’t recognize the flower’s species, the pedals were a lovely, almost arousing shade of white. It reminded her of Rarity, just a little. Breathing heavy with need, Twilight closed her eyes and leaned forward until the soft peddles of the flower tickled her snoot. Then she felt a tickle inside of her nose.

Twilight jumped back, breathing even heavier now that she felt a sneeze coming on. It was gonna be a big one. She fought it off for as long as she could, flexing her nose to try to alleviate the tension. But it was all for naught. “Ah. Ahh. Ahhhhh! Choo,” she sneezed with a soft squeak, not unlike a certain butter yellow pegasus.

Shaking her mind clear, Twilight continued on her journey and stopped before a certain red door. She could hear sewing on the other side. “Rarity. You busy?” she asked as she carefully pushed the door open.

“Not at all, darling,” Rarity said from her sewing station, not even turning around to greet her guest properly. “Please, make yourselves at home.”

Rarity’s design room was filled to the brim with what the fashionista lovingly called ‘organized chaos,’ which to most outsiders was just a common mess. There were strands of loose fabric and threads carefully lined across the walls and hanging from the ceiling to give the impression of having been tossed willy nilly; as opposed to that one time she tossed them at a stallion named Willy Nilly to make him leave her store. Ponyquins were arranged in all manner of lewd and daring positions to inspire just the right mood. And of course, her signature decoration, the piece-de-resistance, a spool of blue thread carefully placed in the exact mathematical center of the room, on the far left side of the room atop the nose of a statue of a masturbating stallion. Rarity didn’t care what any pony said. Without that spool, which she had spent hours carefully arranging, her design room, the place where she gave birth to designs that rocked the fashion world to its core, would be little more than just some den with a bunch of fabric and other crap scattered all over the place.

Twilight stepped inside, watching the ground as if she expected it to be loaded with mines.

“Oh don’t be like that, darling,” Rarity assured, still not looking back. “My design room is a sacred space. I wouldn’t dream of laying traps in here.”

“Oh I’m sure you wouldn’t,” Twilight replied, not sounding at all convinced. She blinked, finding her eyelids oddly heavy. “Working on anything special?”

It was important for friends to show interest in one another’s passions. It put them at ease and was a good first step before you started touching them. Pinkie had taught her that. Twilight smiled, filing away the mental note to include that in her report.

“Oh, nothing special, darling,” Rarity said as she pushed the fabric along. She heard Twilight yawn and craned her neck down lower to hide her smirk. “Just a little stress sewing while I wait for the return of my muse. This is basically the equivalent of me twiddling my hooves, you see.”

“That’s nice,” Twilight said, yawning again. Her ears pivoted at the sound of something other than sewing. It sounded almost like… wet slurps? Twilight craned her neck to the side, carrying Spike with her, until she saw a fluffy two-toned pink and purple tail swishing around the bottom of Rarity’s hooves.

“Ah. I see you’ve noticed my own little assistant,” Rarity sang proudly as she pulled away from her sewing and turned around, bringing her ‘assistant’ into view.

“Hgh hgiesh,” was Sweetie Belle’s warm reply as she sat between her sister’s porcelain white thighs. She smiled around the mouthful of her sister’s cock, despite her lips already stretched to the limit. In her usual, chipper attitude, she gave a friendly wave to her sister’s guests, and what she hoped was a saucy wink to the cute dragon.

Spike giggled nervously as he waved back, his eyes glued to the amazingly erotic sight of the cute filly he’d fucked at the Slutty Sun Celebration gagging on the cock of the most beautiful mare he’d ever seen.

“Sweetie,” Rarity warned. “What did I tell you about talking with your mouth full?”

Sweetie made no attempt at apologizing, but she did make her saddest, most heart-wrenching puppy-dog face at her sister, begging for forgiveness as she gave an extra hard suck.

“Oh f-fine,” Rarity stuttered, rolling her eyes and resisting the urge to buck her hips. “I suppose it wasn’t your fault. You were just being polite.”

Sweetie stop making her face and smiled as best she could. The little filly was unmatched in the realm of cute and adorable. She had worked hard to practice and perfect the skill that got others – especially adults – to do whatever she wanted. Had Rarity known how devious and manipulative her little sister was, she would no doubt have been proud beyond words; but also maybe envious.

“That’s so sweet. You,” Twilight yawned, “use your sister to get you off to help you focus. I do the same thing with a vibrator.”

Rarity gave a musical giggle as she stroked a hoof across Sweetie’s mane. “Great minds think alike, as they say. I used to just ask her to lick my pussy and ass, but I’ve found myself quite enthralled by the sight of my little sister gagging on my new love stick.”

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” Twilight eagerly informed. She stepped forward, but stumbled a little. Probably just an uneven carpet. “You see, I was with Pinkie a little bit ago, and she,” she stopped to yawn again, feeling her eyelids even heavier. “Oh sun, what’s wrong with me?”

“An excellent question, darling.”

Twilight froze. Something about the way Rarity just spoke had made her blood run cold. The look the pristine mare now gave her wasn’t helping much. “I… I thought you said you didn’t have traps in here!”

Sweetie giggled around her mouthful.

“Quite true, darling. Look as hard as you like, but you’ll find absolutely nothing unsavory in this room,” she said as she gave her sister’s head a soft pat. “Why, I can’t even imagine what could have befallen you.” Rarity’s dramatic fretting suddenly shifted to one of false concern for her friend. “Oh dear. On your way here, you didn’t happen to sniff the white flower in the glass vase, did you?”

Twilight’s heart sank and her knees went wobbly. It was getting harder to maintain her magical grip on Spike. “Wh-what did you do?”

Rarity gasped in shocked offense. “Why darling, how could you accused me of doing anything devious? I’ve been in here the whole time.” She waved a hoof around the room. “The flower, however…” she trailed off, grinning maliciously.

“Wha-what?” Twilight tried to say more, but even those few words left her winded. She could barely even stand now and her eyelids felt like they had lead weights attached.

Spike was dropped to his bottom with a pained “Oof!” which prompted Sweetie to dislodge herself from Rarity’s cock to rush over and check on him. Rarity didn’t even spare this desertion a second glance, too infatuated with the beautiful sight of one of her toys growing more helpless by the second.

“A gift from an admirer,” Rarity explained, dropping to her hooves with a clop as she swaggered slowly up to Twilight. “The scientific name is quite long and would require far more flem than a lady should be expected to pronounce. But my friend was kind enough to tell me the flower’s, pardon my Prench, street name.” She tittered and cleared her throat. “Knock out bloom.”

And with that, Twilight dropped.

***

Some time later, Twilight stirred, feeling surprisingly well rested. She yawned in preparation for a post-nap stretch, but found herself bound. She was strewn on her back on a table, luckily enough, that had proper cushioning. Her hooves were spread and tied to the table’s four corners with velvet ropes, a favorite of Rarity’s, which restrained without chafing or biting into her flesh. There was also the familiar presence of the magic canceling ring around her horn.

Yup. Twilight knew she was doomed.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Rarity said, shaking her head in disappointment. She was leaning lazily against a statue of a stallion spanking a mare with what appeared to be painful intensity. “I’m not happy with you, Twilight.”

“Meep,” Twilight squeaked, unable to come up with a more coherent reply, not with Rarity’s eyes boring into her soul like that.

“Meep is right. You’ve been a very, very bad toy, Twilight. How could you even think of trying to trick me into taking part in your scientific experiments, just so I could get a ticket that literally has my name on it!” She waved the ticket in front of her face with her magic.

Twilight cringed, her ears splayed in full submission. She was still afraid of Rarity, but also a little ashamed of herself. In hindsight, trying to trick the element of S&M was probably doomed from the start. She really should have gone to Fluttershy first.

“You have shown brazen disrespect by thinking you can trick me of all ponies,” Rarity chastised dramatically. “But to top it all off, did it not even occur to you to simply ask?”

Twilight blinked, momentarily stupefied. “Wat?”

“Yes, Twilight,” Rarity continued and motioned for Spike to step out from behind her. She had no doubt that his adolescent eyes were lingering on the perfection that was her pristine plot, but she had a mood to maintain. “Spike told me everything, about how you might have made some grand discovery with Pinkie and that, to please Princess Molestia, you would need data from myself and Fluttershy, likely in experiments that would involve our new love handles. Yes?”

Twilight nodded sheepishly.

Rarity heaved a disappointed sigh. “Oh Twilight. Given your painful ignorance, it’s a wonder you weren’t assigned to study friendship sooner.”

Twilight swallowed nervously. “I-I don’t follow.”

“Friends help each other, Twilight!” Rarity stressed. “You scratch my back and I scratch yours. It’s the core foundation of fuck buddies, ponies who you can count on to give you a helping hoof or mouth whenever you need it. Had you approached me like a calm, mature adult, and presented your request without threatening to withhold what was rightfully mine,” she indicated the ticket, “I would have said yes, like any good friend would.”

“See!” Spike jeered. “I tried to warn you. This is what you get for not listening to me.”

“Now Spike. It’s not polite to gloat,” Rarity chided gently. “No matter how much it might be warranted.”

The gears of Twilight’s mind were cranking at full power now, processing this notion of just asking for what she wanted. No threatening to dump paint on her brother’s collectables so that he’d let her borrow a toy, or turning up the setting on Spike’s vibrator to make him move faster, or refusing to lick Cadence’s balls after she refused to compromise on the enforcement of her parents’ grounding that one time she ‘allegedly’ set some ponies on fire. Twilight felt utterly ashamed of herself, not just for this instance, but how foalish she’d been for much of her life.

Rarity gave a soft smile at the look of sincere regret in Twilight’s face. It was good that her pet understood what she had done wrong. This would stop her from teaching the lesson the hard way, but it was still nice to know that her treasured pet would come out of this a better pony.

As Twilight closed her eyes, swearing solemnly by Molestia’s perky teats to be upfront and honest about her dealings with her loved ones in the future, a single stray thought passed through her mind.

“Quick question. If I had been upfront with you, would I still be tied to this table?” Twilight pulled on her restraints for emphasis.

Rarity giggled. “I should think so, darling,” she said as if it were obvious.

“Well fuck me,” Twilight groaned.

Rarity giggled again, losing the last of her anger in the levity of the moment. “That’s the idea, my pet.”

Rarity’s horn lit and gave the bonds on Twilight’s hooves a testing tug, making the purple mare whimper. The sounds her pet made when she played with them were like a banquet to the pristine mare’s ears, but this was barely an appetizer, just enough to make her mouth water as she neared.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” Twilight asked, pulling away despite the grip of the restraints.

Rarity tittered at Twilight’s futile efforts. “Why, darling, if I didn’t know better, I’d almost think you were trying to get away.” Her horn lit again and this time the entire table started to move. It flattened out and lowered to the floor as the white mare sauntered around. She was circling like a shark, drinking in the look of frightful anticipation on Twilight’s face as she did nothing.

From somewhere Twilight couldn’t see, Rarity extracted a riding crop and gave her inner thigh a soft smack. She yelped, but felt another sharp sting on her opposite thigh before the pain of the first could fully register. “Please…” she begged.

Rarity touched her hoof to her chin in thought as the crop spun around beside her, making her look a little like a drill instructor. “Please… what?” Not even looking at Twilight, Rarity ran the end of the crop down from Twilight’s belly button, through the valley of her teats, around her cock and balls, but stopped mere centimeters before reaching her marehood. “Does my little pet want me to hit harder?”

The room echoed with a near deafening *thwack* as the crop was brought down over Twilight’s rump.

“Ahh! No!”

“No?” Rarity asked, sounding distraught. “Not hard enough for you? Well, okay then.” Rarity gave Twilight’s ass a quick succession of 20 whacks, all under the span of ten seconds.

Tears were now flowing down Twilight’s eyes. The pain was too much and she just wanted it to stop. She opened her mouth, ready to apologize and beg, but was stopped when she felt something prod at her clit. Through watery eyes, she saw the perfectly hooficured hoof of Rarity massaging at her most private place. The whole area was sensitive from the abuse, but Twilight’s eyes practically bulged out of her head when it registered just how good Rarity’s hoof felt.

“What’s wrong, my pet?” Rarity asked, almost sounding innocent as she watched Twilight squirm in her binds. She was careful to apply just the right amount of pressure to Twilight’s little button, having had years of experience. “Did your mistress hurt you? If so, you just have to tell me to stop.”

Twilight whimpered, now trying to push her hips up into Rarity’s touch. At some point, her cock had gotten hard and was now rolling around on her chest, leaking pre. “P-please,” she gasped. “Don’t…”

“Don’t!?” Rarity gasped in alarm, retrieving her hoof. “You don’t want me to play with you anymore?” She stepped back. “Why, I’ve never been so-”

“No!” Twilight screamed more desperately than ever. “Keep doing it. I-I want you to keep playing with me. Pleaaaase!”

Rarity gave Twilight a curiously look. It was the same look she gave to Sweetie whenever she suspected her sister of wrong doing, accusatory, penetrating, and the hammering power of disappointment that only a parent or loving sibling could muster.

“I promise I’ll be good,” Twilight cried. She could barely think of anything other than the attention her loins demanded.

A faint, sadistic smile crept upon Rarity’s lips. “You’ll be good…” she trailed off expectantly.

“Mistress! I’ll be good for you, mistress. Just please, don’t leave me like this!”

Rarity’s smile turned genuine as she stepped directly over Twilight. Their bodies were like mirrors of one another, right down to their twitching cocks and winking marehoods. “Oh Twilight. I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’ve seen reason.” Slowly Rarity dropped her body down onto Twilight’s, pressing her weight against the younger unicorn. She gave her hips a soft thrust forward, grinding both sets of genitals together in a show of dominance. She giggled. “Oh my. I hadn’t realized, but I think my new love stick is bigger than yours.”

Twilight gave a wordless whimper as she ground her hips into Rarity’s. She could confirm that the white mare’s cock did indeed have an inch or two on her own, which only made the feeling of being dominated all the sweeter.

“Hey.”

“Gah!” Spike had been so enthralled with the sight of his best friend being dominated by his crush that he practically jumped out of his scales from the tap on his shoulder. He spun around to see the eternally cute face of Sweetie Belle stifling her melodious giggles.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“D-don’t worry,” Spike assured. He was overcome by embarrassment from the show of weakness and was desperately trying to get his heartrate under control. “So, um…” Damn it! He had to say something. He couldn’t’ afford to let Sweetie think he was any more of a spazz than she no doubt already did.

Sweetie giggled. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

Spike felt his cheeks burn and he rubbed the back of his head. “So… um…”

Sweetie decided to show mercy and change subjects to something that would get the cute dragon’s mouth moving again. “What was that about Pinkie having a magic dick?”

“Oh right!” Spike remembered. “She fucked my ass at Sugar Cube Corner,” he explained casually. “Apparently there was this thing that happened that’s gotten Twilight all excited about some new magic.”

“New magic?” Sweetie asked. “Like how?”

“I’m not too sure. Twilight said something about Pinkie doing something that didn’t really fit with known kinds of magic, and it all had to do with her new cock.” Spike blinked, remembering what he had seen just a few minutes ago. “Come to think of it, you haven’t noticed anything odd with Rarity’s new dick, have you?”

Sweetie giggled. “Define ‘odd’. Ever since she’s gotten her new toy, she’s been having me play with it, like, three or four hours every day.”

Spike smiled. “So I guess that would make you the expert, huh?”

Sweetie gave a nonchalant shrug. “I guess. I mean, it’s a lot yummier than most cocks I’ve tasted and it goes down smoother, too.”

Spike raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “So it’s different from other stallion’s cocks?”

Sweetie tapped her chin in thought. “Ya know, come to think of it, I’ve never been able to deep throat a full grown stallion’s cock until Rarity. See, she asks me to help out when she has clients over. I shake my rump and give their parts a good licking. You get real good at licking when you spend time with Rarity.”

Spike nodded. “I can imagine.”

“Anyway, with stallions, I always had trouble fitting their balls in my mouth. I couldn’t even fit their cocks in more than a couple inches. It was fine since Rarity helped them to finish anyway, the sales were made, and she’d always give me a biiiig kiss to thank me.” She giggled again. “It’s funny how ponies still haven’t figured out what a nice mistress Rarity can be if they just stop resisting and do what she says.”

A loud moan from the center of the dungeon caught both children’s attention as they turned to look. Rarity was in the midst of inserting her new ‘love stick’ deep into Twilight’s upside down throat. At the same time, Twilight’s back end was vibrating from the combined motions of the two dildos shoved up both her holes, leaving her cock to the merciless torture of a single white feather. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” Rarity said, waving a hoof at the youngsters. “I’m quite intrigued where this is going.”

“You are?” Sweetie asked, her eyes darting between her sister’s face and the gagging Twilight.

“But of course, darling.” Rarity paused to fluff her mane, making sure every hair was still in place. “I am not just a lady, but a unicorn.” She completely sheathed her cock down Twilight’s throat and rested her balls on the mare’s muzzle. “I’m always interested in new spells, especially those that can make my pets happier and more compliant.”

Spike eyed Twilight nervously, specifically the outline of the large cock in her throat. “Um, couldn’t she suffocate like that?”

“I never did,” Sweetie answered. “Rarity’s dick fucks me all the way down to my stomach and I’ve never had any trouble breathing.”

Twilight blinked. She’d also been listening for a while, but had been unable to speak. It was true, now that she thought about it, that she was breathing perfectly normally, like there was absolutely nothing blocking her air way. She made a muffled gagging noise, but it went ignored by the mare using her throat like a cock sock.

Guessing that Twilight wished to speak, Spike did so for her. “Don’t you think that’s, well, odd? Deep throating a big cock might feel nice, but there’s still the pain of not being able to breathe.” He turned to face the cute filly. “Sweetie, have you tried deep throating any other stallions since Rarity?”

Sweetie shook her head. She wasn’t sure what the little dragon was getting act, but she liked hearing him talk. His little dragon dick was bobbing under his belly, but she stayed her hoof, figuring it’d be rude to interrupt him in what sounded pretty important.

“That’s like what Pinkie did with me!” Spike exclaimed. “She wanted me to feel good, and I swear her cock actually got bigger in my ass without hurting me. Rarity’s been basically doing the same with you, stretching your throat out without causing any kind of pain.”

“Oh my,” Rarity said. “I now feel quite silly with myself for not realizing it sooner. I simply thought my training with Sweetie was finally paying off. It never once occurred to me that there might be something special with my new sex toy,” she said while stroking a hoof along the bulge in Twilight’s throat. “Darling, this really might be something.”

Twilight gave her loudest muffled whine, trying to voice her affirmation, but again it went ignored.

“Hmm. Perhaps an experiment is in order,” Rarity suggested. “Spike, do you have any ideas?”

Twilight groaned. Her tongue was still working around Rarity’s shaft, hoping that coaxing an orgasm out of her sooner would make the dick soften out of her throat.

Spike thought a moment. “Pinkie said she wanted me to feel good, and then that’s what happened.”

Twilight gave another throaty protest.

“Oh. And she also squirted chocolate syrup up my ass before eating it all out. She’s the element of food fetish. Maybe that had something to do with it?”

Twilight made a sound of approval and nodded, glad that Spike had been paying attention.

Rarity hummed thoughtfully as she rotated her hips, just as intrigued as she was aroused by the sensations shooting through her new dick from Twilight’s stretched throat. “Pinkie’s element, hmm. Well, I’ve been playing with a number of clients since the Slutty Sun Celebration, but, other than Sweetie being able to better handle my new equipment, I can’t say that I’ve noticed any differences in my routine.”

Twilight, having finally wiggled a hoof free, tapped at Rarity’s thigh, motioning her to uncork her throat. The alabaster mare furrowed her brow in deep thought, shrugged, and gave Twilight’s throat one last thrust, emptying her balls down her pet’s eager gullet. At the same time, Twilight experienced her own orgasm, ejaculating all over her chest and spraying her mare juices around the toys and across her thighs. Rarity finally slipped herself free, her floppy appendage was glossy with saliva. As Twilight lay there, sticky, panting and massaging her jaw, the white unicorn planted a soft kiss on the mare’s cheek. Good ponies deserved to be rewarded, after all.

Twilight removed the horn ring and undid her remaining bonds, warily eyeing Rarity all the while in case her captor planned on springing another trap, but none came. “Thank you very much,” she gulped, “mistress Rarity.” The twinkle in the white mare’s eyes sent a shiver down Twilight’s spine. “I’ll need to write this all down, but I think you’ve given me what I need for my thesis.”

“Really, darling? I thought you wished to see my new love handle in action.” Rarity wiggled her hips, causing her spent cock to flop around. “That way you’d have definitive proof before submitting anything.”

Twilight pursed her lips. Damn Rarity, using proper investigative procedure against her. The truth was that Twilight’s backside still ached and she didn’t want to suffer irreparable damage to the nerves in her ass. She wasn’t sure if that was a real thing, but if it was, Rarity would be the one to do it. As such, she backed away as carefully as possible, not wanting to set off Rarity’s predatory instinct to give chase to fleeing prey.

Sweetie, recognizing the look of apprehension on Twilight’s face, grabbed Spike’s claw with her hoof. She didn’t want him to leave so soon.

“Sorry, mistress Rarity,” Twilight emphasized, “but I really must go. Spike and I need to deliver Fluttershy’s ticket.”

Rarity narrowed her eyes slightly.

“And don’t worry. We’ll be completely straight forward this time. Promise.”

“I should hope so, darling. Fluttershy is such a sweet, tender thing. I’d hate to think about what would befall anypony who might hurt one of my most favorite pets.”

Sweetie cleared her throat.

“One of,” Rarity stressed. “Obviously family gets preferential treatment.”

Sweetie beamed, appeased by this answer. She then frowned when Spike was pulled from her grip by Twilight’s magic.

“Come on, Spike,” Twilight said hurriedly, now even more afraid for her safety. “We’ve got one last errand before the day is over.”

Spike reached out to Sweetie, but the words of protest were not forthcoming. Twilight’s tone left no room for argument, so he let his claw go limp as she carried him along. He told himself that he could see Sweetie another time, but was still sad as he and Twilight left the dungeon.

“You fancy him, don’t you?” Rarity asked with big sisterly concern.

Sweetie nodded, her ears splayed in sorrow.

Rarity smiled and patted her little sister’s back. “Don’t worry, little one. You’ll see him again before you know it.”

Sweetie sniffled. “You think so?”

Rarity suppressed a snort, not wanting to be insensitive at her sister forgetting they lived together in such a small town. They wouldn’t be able to avoid each other even if they tried. “I have eyes, Sweetie. And Spike has good tastes, in mares,” she said, straightening out her mane once more. “Trust me. He’ll be back.”

Author's Note

And we have our introduction with Rarity. I’m playing with the character described in the original, but I think I did her justice. These characters in general are proving fun to play with.

I wanted to write something with Spike and Sweetie, but just couldn’t squeeze anything in. However, I think it works out better this way. Just because sex is free in this world doesn’t mean it’s compulsory. Folks should be free to be friends without constant fornication.

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