Twilight frowned into her Neighditerranean salad. She’d really gone all out on making it the best that she could. The dressing and cheese had come all the way from Fleece, and she’d had the palace chef watching her the entire time to ensure that the dish was as true to its culinary roots as possible. It wasn’t often that she cooked for Rarity, but she’d wanted to do a special something for a special pony. Rarity, however, wasn’t there. Rarity was late for dinner. Again.

With a sigh, Twilight rose to her hooves and began walking. She may not have predicted her lover being absent once again, but she could at least predict where the unicorn would be. Her legs carried her down the familiar route, out of the dining hall, into the southern wing, and up the third flight of stairs to Rarity’s ‘creative space’. She’d never quite understood why Rarity had chosen such an out of the way place as her design studio, but then, there were plenty of things about fashion that she still didn’t understand, and Rarity had insisted that it was simply perfect for “the cultivation of fabulosity”.

Under normal circumstances, Twilight wouldn’t mind the odd stretch of losing Rarity to her work. Sometimes a new design simply ran away with her, and sometimes it served as an outlet for working through emotions in a way that talking simply couldn’t match. After nine years, she’d completely accepted that sometimes, Rarity simply needed to create in solitude. This time, though. . . this time something was different.

It wasn’t just how little time they’d had to themselves of late. That wasn’t unusual, especially given recent events. Between Rarity in the design stages for her upcoming autumn line, and Twilight’s recent work trying to promote harmony between the rams of the Fleecian city states, the lack of couple’s time had been expected. It was more that, even during the time that they’d set aside for each other, Rarity always seemed distant. Distracted. Twilight had noticed it perhaps two weeks ago, and although she was usually happy for Rarity to bring up issues in her own time, the distance between them had grown more than Twilight could tolerate. She just hoped that the upcoming conversation would be positive. She’d only seen Rarity angry a hoof-ful of times, but her cold, stone-faced scowl had always hurt far worse than any amount of screaming or broken furniture could.

Soon enough, Twilight came to the door of Rarity’s studio, its edges bordered by warm light. She could just barely make out the telltale mutterings of Rarity in the midst of a new sketch, though she couldn’t help but notice their subdued tone, even through the door. Frowning slightly, Twilight reached up and gave the door a trio of soft knocks.

“Come in,” answered a distracted voice, causing Twi’s frown to deepen a few degrees as she pushed the door open.

The familiar kaleidoscope of rolled fabric and well sorted gems greeted her as she entered, their presence turning one wall into a dazzling collage of color and texture. It was a stark contrast to the alabaster coat of the unicorn that sat huddled against the far wall, bent over her design table. She hadn’t so much as looked up, and while that wasn’t altogether unusual for the fashionista when the creative urge took over, Twi had rarely seen her looking so down-trodden. The elegant twirl of her mane and tail were in clear need some touching up, and she rarely ever looked so. . . tired. Fatigued, certainly, but the slump of her shoulders made her look almost defeated.

She murmured things under her breath, just audible over the chime of her magic as a quill occasionally made itself visible behind her. As Twilight got closer, she could make out, “. . . pleats, perhaps. . . no, no, too much contrast. . .”

Suppressing yet another sigh, Twilight instead cleared her throat. “Rarity?”

Rarity’s words stopped, but she didn’t look up. “Ah, hello darling.” It was a full ten seconds later that she added, “How are you? Is everything alright?”

After a moment of struggle, Twilight managed to keep the smile on her face. “I’m okay. Dinner’s ready.”

“Ah, lovely,” replied the unicorn, her eyes still glued to the paper in front of her. “I really do need to finish this ensemble, but I’ll certainly join you if I can. Does anything look especially good tonight?”

The wince was instant and overpowering, though she was at least able to keep the tears from spilling. Rarity had never been so dismissive. Distracted, certainly, but never dismissive. “The Neighditerranean salad looks good,” she murmured, willing her voice to be steady. “I’ll try to save some for you.”

“Mm, please do! That sounds simply scrumpti-” the sentence died unfinished as Rarity abruptly looked up, then to the side, her expression a mask of stricken focus which morphed quickly into panic. “Oh no. . .” She finally turned toward Twilight, guilt written across her entire face as she murmured, “Tonight was. . . I didn’t. . .”

The princess could only give her a rueful nod. “Yep.”

Rarity pushed herself away from her design desk, her cheeks burning with shame. “Twilight, I am so sorry! I can’t believe I let myself forget that you were cooking for us tonight!” She marched forward and nuzzled into the taller mare’s chest. “My friends deserve better than that, let alone my wife.” As she stepped back, her own eyes were sparkling with tears of their own. “Can you possibly forgive me, my darling?”

Twilight couldn’t quite hold in the snort. At least that was typical Rarity behavior. “Of course I forgive you.” She emphasized the point with a nuzzle of her own, and added a kiss on the cheek for good measure.

Her wife beamed back at her, eyes now full of apologetic gratitude. “Thank you, Twilight. Now let us be off.” She through a disdainful look back at her work desk before starting toward the door. “The autumn line can wait until next autumn, if it has to. For now, I can’t wait to try your salad!”

Twilight felt the brief smile beginning to fade. No. Now more than ever, she felt the need to get to the bottom of things.

“Actually, Rarity, maybe dinner could wait for a bit, too. I was hoping you and I could talk.”

The unicorn turned, much of her earlier concern resurfacing, but nodded. “Of course, darling.” Her horn lit, and a pair of plus sized cushions levitated from behind a row of ponyquins. She gestured for Twilight to take a seat before following suite and asking, “What about?”

Twilight frowned uncomfortably before gesturing with a hoof. “You. . .Us. . . How I feel like things have been between us lately.”

Rarity swallowed almost imperceptibly, but nodded her encouragement. “Of course,” she said again, “though could you be a bit more specific?”

Twilight bit her lip, sighed, and replied, “I feel like you haven’t been. . . well, you, lately. You feel distant, and I don’t understand why. I feel like there’s something between us that I don’t know about. I know we haven’t had much time to ourselves for awhile, but that happens plenty, and I’ve never felt this gap between us. For example,” she continued, seeing Rarity’s question coming before she voiced it, “just now, the way you said you wouldn’t make it to dinner. That hurt, and not just because I made it, or because we’d made a date, but because you just. . . didn’t seem to care that much. You usually at least look at me, maybe give me a nuzzle and an apology, and I know not everypony gets that, and I’m lucky that I do, but now I. . . I guess I’m used to that, and when it stops happening, I wonder why.”

Twilight paused, shaking her head as a bitter smile made its way onto her muzzle. “It sounds almost petty when I say it out loud, but it’s how I feel. Am I making a mountain out of a molehill, or is something different, and if there is, why?” Her eyes looked into Rarity’s, searching desperately, before she plaintively murmured, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” Rarity exclaimed, reaching a hoof forward to curl it around Twilight’s. That hard, cold anger that Twilight had so feared was on Rarity’s face, but not directed at her. “Absolutely not, Twilight. You’ve done nothing wrong, nothing at all.” She tightened her grip, and two hot tears of shame spilled from her eyes. “Something’s changed, but it’s been within me. I thought I’d been handling it well enough, but if I’ve led you to feel this way then I’ve been nothing short of neglectful. That’s not what you deserve.” She meaningfully tapped the ring at the base of her horn. “That’s not what I promised, and I’m so, so sorry that I let you feel as though you’d done something wrong.”

The unicorn rose and pressed herself into a fierce hug. “You’re perfect, Twilight. You’re as good a friend and as good a lover as a lady could ever wish for.”

Relief, warm and incandescent, coursed through Twilight at Rarity’s impassioned words, and she returned the hug forcefully, feeling her own cheeks grow wet as she held her lover and was held in turn.

For several moments, the two simply remained in each others embrace. It was a common end for their more serious conversations, an affirmation of being there that went deeper than any words could hope to.

Of course, Twilight hadn’t quite finished with words.

Pulling away, the princess placed a lingering kiss on her wife’s lips before asking, “So what’s changed, then?”

Rarity looked up at her before turning her eyes downward. “I’m not really sure when to begin.”

Twilight gently reached a hoof under Rarity’s chin and brought her gaze back up. “Wherever’s most comfortable, honey.”

The unicorn snorted. “If any of it were comfortable, I wouldn’t have kept it to myself for so long, darling. Still, you’re right. I suppose the best place to start, then, is with what we both know.”

Taking a deep breath, Rarity began. “I know we haven’t discussed it much, but over the last couple years, things have started to feel a bit. . . familiar, between the sheets. That’s nothing against you, dear,” she quickly added, giving Twilight a sassy smile. “You get lovelier every single year, and you even manage to find my growing wrinkles endearing. I couldn’t fault you there if I wanted to, and I don’t.” Her troubled expression returned. “It’s just that. . . we’ve tried so many things, and I sometimes wonder whether we tried too much too soon. It’s still fun,” she reassured, patting Twilight’s hoof. “It’s just. . . familiar.”

Twilight frowned as she nodded. Rarity wasn’t wrong. It was a conversation they’d had once or twice, and one for which Twilight tended to blame herself. She’d barely kissed another pony before getting involved with Rarity, and once the unicorn had introduced her to the wiles of the bedroom, her boundless curiosity had taken over. Theirs had been an. . . adventurous love life, and though both of them had found plenty of favorites along the way, there wasn’t much that interested them that they hadn’t already tried.

“Alright,” Twilight murmured, nodding for her to continue. “That’s fair. So what’s changed?”

Rarity inhaled deeply before heaving a sigh. “Last month, while I was visiting the , I happened to run into Coco Pommel. She insisted that, before I leave, I join her for a small expose that a few of the local boutiques were putting on. Naturally, I accepted. It was a charming enough affair, even if it lacked some of the gravitas of my usual engagements.”

“One of the ponies there was representing boutique with a more, shall we say, exotic bent. The pieces themselves were fine, and there was one that took inspiration from Neighponese Shibari that was actually quite lovely, but what intrigued me far more was the theme, which was centered around Nightmare Night. Trick or Treat. For each ensemble of lace and sheer silk, a counterpiece of straps and blinders which frankly pushed the boundaries of what most ponies would consider normal.”

A slight smile of remembrance graced the unicorn’s face as she went on. “I was lucky enough to speak with Lace Lock, the mare who designed the Trick or Treat line. She’s had a fascinating career, though I won’t derail this by going into it. I will say, however, that her thoughts that inspired the line were, well, inspiring. She spoke of how she loved both the element of chance and the dichotomy of trick and treat, but believed that the trick was something too often forgotten between lovers. In her view, while we so often seek out the treats we savor, a well executed trick could be just as rewarding, as it can help one come to know themselves, and thought that there was no better place to explore that than between lovers to give affirmation and comfort. I won’t pretend that I agreed with everything she said, but she certainly offered a unique perspective.”

Rarity’s grin disappeared as her eyes grew cloudy and troubled. “That night, while waiting for sleep to find me, I simply let my mind wander. As always, I thought of you, I thought of how wonderful it would be when I returned, I thought a bit about the cooling of our love life, and I thought about what Lace Lock had said.” She refocused on Twilight, raising an eyebrow. “You can probably guess what happened next. I had an epiphany. A voila moment. Her Trick or Treat philosophy was certainly something new. Why not bring it into our bedroom?”

The unicorn seemed to shrink as she sighed again. “It was inspiring, Twilight. Tremendously so. The more I thought about it, though. . . some of the things that came from that inspiration were things I didn’t want, or at least I didn’t think I wanted. Having reflected, now I see that they’re things I don’t, well. . . want to want. Seen from the fresh perspective that Miss Lace gave me, though. . . I do want them.”

She shook her head, her eyes now swimming with guilt. “I couldn’t bring myself to admit how I was feeling, and so. . . I did something we promised we wouldn’t do: I kept it all secret. I buried it all as deep as I could and threw myself into my next project. I’d hoped that perhaps I could release some of my ideas by channeling them into my work, but it hasn’t helped. If anything, I’ve only got more, and they’ve become so distracting that I didn’t even notice that a wedge was being driven between us.”

Rarity looked into her wife’s eyes, pained and leaking fresh tears. “I’m sorry, Twilight. I’m sorry for letting this get to me so much that I started to neglect you. I’m sorry that I wasn’t open with you from the beginning. I’m sorry that I broke our promise. I’m sorry, and I hope that you can forgive me.”

Twilight’s heart roiled. Certainly there was anger, disappointment, and even a slight sense of betrayal, along with sympathy and warmth for her lover’s plight. Above all, however, was confusion. “I don’t understand,” she murmured. “What was so terrible that you couldn’t talk to me about it? I mean,” her cheeks reddened, “I told you how I feel about my brother. Compared to that, can whatever it is you want really be that bad?”

Rarity looked away, shaking her head. “I don’t know, Twilight. I personally don’t think that lusting after a stallion as desirable as Shining Armor is bad, family or not, and the fact that you haven’t tried anything because of the potential consequences only elevates you.” She sighed. “You’re also, well. . . frankly, you’re far more honest than I am, especially with yourself. The image that I project isn’t fake, and it’s both important and enjoyable in my line of work, but, er. . . it does, at times, make it harder to accept normal wrinkles of life as I notice them.”

Twilight smiled at the compliment, scooting herself forward so that she could give the unicorn a nuzzle. “Thank you, Rarity. Knowing that you see me that way, and accept me so fully, feels wonderful. I think you forgot, though, that I accept you fully, too.” She moved in closer to hold the smaller mare. “I always have, all the way back to that night in the Everfree.” She giggled a bit as she added, “Plus, I did marry you. I’m pretty sure one of the rules is that we have to accept each other in our weider moments.”

She pulled away, still smiling gently, and said, “So, with that in mind, I’d really like to hear some of the things you’ve been wanting. I won’t force the issue, but I do think it would be better for both of us, and I admit I’m actually really curious. You’re not wrong about our sex life, and who knows? Maybe this will be just the thing to spice it up?”

Rarity gave an unconvinced shrug. “I suppose it might, and either way I owe you the truth.” She took a deep breath. “What I want is. . . risk. Chance. Not danger, er. . . well, real danger, but something close. I have many,” she blushed, “many ideas, even a few elaborate fantasies, but all of them come back to that coin flip. Trick, or Treat, where Trick may actually be something frightening.”

Twilight nodded, absolutely refusing to let the snort in her chest rise any further. Even if she couldn’t quite understand why this had gotten so far under Rarity’s skin, the fact that it had was enough. “Okay,” she reassured. “I’m with you so far. Can you give me any specific ideas?”

Rarity gulped. “Er, well, there’s one that’s really captured my imagination, or rather, one theme. A Trick involving. . . power. I know we’ve dabbled in power play before, but this. . . the power is real. The ability to enforce commands is real. Or, at the least, it appears to be.”

“Alright,” Twilight said, her eyebrows coming together. “Can you tell me more?”

“I could, but it would spoil the element of uncertainty, which is one of the things that draws me to these ideas the most.” The unicorn gave her a half-hearted grin. “Trick or Treat?”

Twilight hummed. “I guess I can live with that.” Her smile returned. “I don’t want this to be something that keeps haunting you, honey, so if you really want to try it, I’m willing to try it too.”

“Are you absolutely certain, Twilight?” Rarity replied, still looking uncertain. “The things I want. . . if you got Trick, it could be scary. Genuinely. As much as my ideas arouse me, and they do, I don’t want to fulfill them at the cost of doing you harm.”

Twilight’s smile grew. “I’m absolutely certain that I’m willing to try it. If it’s too much, at least we’ll know, and we won’t do it again. Who knows? I might get Treat, anyway.” She waggled her eyebrows playfully. “I’m sure you have lots of ideas for Treat too, don’t you?”

Rarity stared at her for a moment before breaking into a giggle. “Oh, such ideas, darling. And perhaps you’ll get to enjoy them.” Her grin became more serious as she moved in to hug her princess. “Thank you, Twilight. Thank you for trusting me, even now, and thank you for being so accepting, even with reason not to.” She gave the alicorn a peck on the neck. “I really did get the best Princess. Thank goodness Blueblood was such a buffoon.”

Twilight couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I don’t know about the best, but I’m definitely the luckiest.” She answered Rarity’s peck with a kiss on the forehead. “There is one thing I’m still curious about, and I hope it doesn’t spoil one of the surprises you wanted, but say you do get one of your Trick fantasies. How are you going to make that power feel real? No offense, but at this point I’m probably stronger than you in every way except for color coordination.”

Rarity’s laughed nervously, blushing down to her neck as she said, “Er, well, I’ve thought of that, and that’s actually one of the first things I needed to discuss with you.” Her horn lit, and one of her bottom desk drawers opened to reveal a book, which made its way over to the alicorn. As she read the cover, her eyebrows nearly climbed into her mane.

“Erotic Entrancement: How Hypnosis can Light Up your Sex Life.” She lowered the book, cocking her head incredulously. “Really?”

“I know, I know,” stammered Rarity, “it sounds absurd. However, Starlight said you made an excellent subject when she tried it on you, and if that’s the case, hypnosis might be the perfect way to bring a fantasy to life. Even if it doesn’t work, this is certainly something new, and there’s more in that book than making role playing more believable.” She put on her sweetest smile and added, “I promise that Pinkie Pie wouldn’t interrupt us.”

That managed to get a snort out of Twilight. “And exactly how would you do that?”

Rarity grinned faux slyly. “I have my ways.” Her smile mellowed as she added, “Hypnosis seemed like the easiest and safest way to make it happen, Twilight, but if you’re uncomfortable with it, we can figure out something else. Having said that, it’s not something that would happen overnight. There would probably need to be many sessions, and I wouldn’t dream of doing this at any pace but your own. In fact, with what I’m hoping to do, it might well take us until Nightmare Night to make it work.” She put a hoof to her chin briefly. “Hm. . . I actually rather adore that idea. . .”

“Sooo. . . we could ease into it?”

Rarity nodded. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Twilight fidgeted slightly. “I’m not against it, exactly. It just left a bad taste in my mouth after what happened last time.”

Rarity’s gentle grin melted into that expression that, even after nine years, made Twilight’s knees weak. “Judging by experience, going under for me will leave a much more pleasant taste in your mouth. . . and on your lips, and muzzle, and perhaps even your hooves and wings.”

Twilight’s own grin was a bit more flustered. “Er, maybe. . .”

Rarity giggled at her wife’s state and swooped in to steal a quick kiss. “How about this, Twilight. Unless there’s more you’d like to talk about, let’s go and enjoy that dinner you so kindly prepared for us. After that, if you’re willing, we can try out hypnosis, and if you enjoy it,” her eyes burned with sultry promises, “I’ll make you a very special dessert. Would that be alright, darling?”

A feeling of pleasant jitters began to make its way down the alicorn’s spine as she nodded. “I, um. . . I think I’d be okay with that.”

“Then let us go,” said Rarity, rising to her hooves and opening the door with a flash of her horn. “We’ve a delicious sounding salad awaiting us!” As her lover joined her, she added, “And Twilight?”

“Yes, Rarity?”

“Thank you.” She stepped over and pressed her side into the larger mare’s. “Thank you for bringing this to the surface. Thank you for being so patient, gentle, and accepting with me. Thank you for being you.” She beamed upward, looking as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” Twilight answered, extending a wing and draping it over the unicorn’s shoulder, “with all my heart and soul.”

Rarity nuzzled into the embrace, enjoying the closeness and warmth that followed a serious talk. It was a different kind of afterglow, but an afterglow nonetheless.

“Come, darling. Your salad shouldn’t wait any longer. Let’s eat!”

***

Twilight lay on her bed, feeling comfortably full. Dinner had been, in a word, perfect. She’d impressed both of them with her salad, and with the issue of Rarity’s uncertainties behind them, they’d talked through the entire affair. Rarity had prattled on about her newest line and the latest gossip in her friendly rivalry with Kerfuffle, and she prattled on about her latest journey to Fleece and the play she’d seen about the tragedy of Baachilles. It was as if the gap had never been there at all, and Twilight was still feeling warm and fuzzy. So warm and fuzzy, in fact, that the sight of Rarity looking at her expectantly, levitating a rather unique crystal by her side, didn’t make her as nervous as she thought she’d be. “You’re sure about this, Twilight? This is the best way, but if you have any second thoughts, I’ll find another.”

“I’m sure,” she encouraged, giving her wife a reassuring smile. “I trust you. Go ahead.”

Rarity nodded, taking a centering breath. “Alright. Go ahead and take a nice, deep breath in for me, Twilight,” she paused to let Twilight do so, “and look at this crystal.”

The jewel in her arcane grip drifted forward, coming to a halt just slightly above eye level. It was a curious thing, looking almost like some marriage of sea urchin and snowflake. She couldn’t tell if it’s blue color was due to Rarity’s magic or not, but as it began to spin, she had to admit, it certainly caught the light in fascinating ways.

“Just relax, Twilight. Let your eyes focus on the crystal as it spins. See how it glints. See how it catches the light. Breathe in nice and deep now, nice and deep. Hold it for just a moment to let yourself focus on the crystal, and then let it out, letting any tension in your body out with it. Just relaxing, and breathing, and focusing, Twilight. Focusing on the crystal, and my voice. You needn’t care about anything else. Not right now.”

Within only a few breaths, any remaining trepidation in Twilight had faded away. She was simply too warm and too relaxed to be worried, and the crystal was just. . . fascinating. She was sure it must have circled several times by that point, but each glint still surprised her with its position. It paired wonderfully with Rarity’s beautiful, soothingly sweet voice.

“And now, Twilight, I’d like you to focus on your hooves. Let yourself be aware of how your hooves feel. With this next breath in, you’ll find that a wonderful, heavy warmth begins seeping into your hooves, driving out any remaining tension before it.”

Twilight giggled sleepily as she inhaled. Her hooves almost tickled just before turning into cozily warm lead. It was a new sensation, but a very pleasant one.

“And now, as you breath it out, feel your entire body relax deeper as that last tension in your hooves is driven leaves on your breath.”

Twilight hummed, feeling herself sink pleasantly into the bed as she exhaled. She was sure she’d been worried at some point, but couldn’t remember why. It probably didn’t matter anyway, though. She felt too nice.

“And again, breathing in, feeling that warm weight rising up, up, until it’s reached your knees.”

Bit by bit, breath by breath, Rarity’s voice drove any and all tension out of Twilight’s body. Every muscle felt like a wonderfully sun-kissed stone. The only muscle’s still working were the ones around her lungs, her neck to keep her head tilted up, and her eyelids, trying desperately to stay open, lest she lose sight of the crystal. She couldn’t look away from the crystal. She. . . couldn’t.

“And now, Twilight, you feel yourself teetering on the edge. There’s only one place left for that pesky tension, and that’s your mind. As you breathe in, feel that heaviness rise into your head, leaving nothing but wonderful, comfortable warmth,-”

Profound relaxation flooded her, her eyes reduced to slits-

“-and now, as you breath out, feel yourself sinking into safe, welcoming nothingness-”

-and she was sinking, and floating, and falling all at once-

“-as you sleep.”

-and her eyes closed, and there was no more Twilight. Just blissful, warm darkness and the sound of Rarity’s voice.

*

Rarity looked at Twilight with a sense of surprise. Starlight hadn’t been kidding. She was incredibly susceptible to hypnosis, to the point that when Rarity had first noticed the signs of trance, she’d assumed it must just be her inexperience, because it had happened too fast. It was almost disappointing how easily she’d gone under.

I should probably do something about that. . . she noted mentally. Later. That was something that would require more forethought, and at the moment she had other things in mind. “Twilight, can you hear me?”

There was a brief pause before the alicorn nodded sluggishly.

Rarity shuddered, exhaling sharply from both a tingle up her spine and a warmth in her loins. This was really happening. She’d gotten Twilight into a trance, Twilight had agreed to give her fantasies a try, and she had nearly two months to make sure that they were absolutely perfect. The concept seemed so enormous that she wasn’t really sure what to do.

Unbidden, Twilight’s earlier words came to her. “A bad taste in my mouth,” she muttered, before smirking. She’d have to remedy that first experience. After all, she had more than enough time to make her fantasies happen, and she owed Twilight a reward for all the patience she’d given her.

“Very good, Twilight. Now, I’d like you to take a moment to focus on how you feel. Really allow yourself to absorb how you're feeling, now that you’ve been hypnotized. Would you please describe it to me, darling?”

Twilight hummed quietly. “Warm. . . relaxed. . . heavy and comfy. . . safe. . .”

“Good, Twilight. Enjoy those sensations. This is what being in a trance should feel like, and you’re doing wonderfully.”

Twilight smiled slightly, which Rarity encouraged by running a hoof down her neck. She supposed that she really ought to bring Twilight deeper, but the thrill of the situation spurred her onward. “As I speak, Twilight, you may find yourself growing aroused. Every word brings a tiny, almost unnoticeable tingle of pleasure with it, but each one adds to the one before, doesn’t it?”

Twilight shifted slightly, replying with a breathy, “Yes.”

Rarity answered her with a sultry hum. “Oh, my dear Twilight, we’ve so much to do.” She climbed onto the bed, lying against her wife’s side and beginning to plant kisses along her neck, just the way Twilight liked it. “We have whole new worlds to create and explore, new fantasies to craft and perfect, and all new pleasures to indulge in. For tonight, though, we’re going to focus on some very special words, words that will make you feel so, so good. Doesn’t that sound lovely, Twilight?”

The alicorn had begun to breath harder, and little tremors had begun running along her frame. “Y-Yes.”

“Good girl, Twilight.” Her kissed reached the base of her lover’s ear, where she gave a gentle nibble and earned a gasp for her efforts. “The first word we’re going to focus on tonight is-” she ran her tongue up the ear, taking a moment to savor the quiet moan that followed.

“-wet.”

Author's Note

What could Rarity be planning that troubles her so? Will we even find out?

Well, yeah. Probably.

As always, kudos to anyone who points out spelling or grammar mistakes, and thank you for the read!