One Heck of a Blind Date...
Trotting towards the Carousel Boutique, Rumble had a spring in his step. He’d returned from Canterlot the day prior, along with his brother, and he was ready to pay the seamstress a visit; after all, she was the pony who’d suggested he go to The Black Stroke, an exhibitionistic club in the nation’s capital. He shuddered, recalling the shameless display he’d put on for the bar’s patrons, before glancing over at his shoulder bag.
Yes, a pony had photographed several moments of his show, both before and after he’d been railed out by a zebra onstage, although he wasn’t angry about it. Heck, he’d even asked for duplicate copies for himself, for keepsakes and masturbatory material. Months ago, before he’d realized how sinfully indulgent servicing large, muscular stallions was, he’d have thought the concept silly, but no longer.
Regardless, after his first fateful run-in with Zecora’s cousin, he’d given himself, in mind and body, to the carnal pleasures of flesh. At first he’d been reluctant, almost ashamed of his blossoming depravity, yet that had passed. Now, he’d flowered into a confident, svelte femcolt, curvaceous and succulent, not to mention well trained in the sensual arts.
Upon discovering Rumble’s growing interest in his feminine side, Rarity had been invaluable to his cause. She’d taught him how to apply makeup, different ways to style his mane, and even given him multiple outfits to accentuate his figure. He had no doubt that part of her got off to all of it, although he didn’t mind. As his guide and close friend, she was more than welcome to share in his experiences.
Opening the door of her shop, Rumble strutted inside. As the colt stepped in, he didn’t see the couturier, but that wasn’t uncommon. She was likely in the back, working on one of her various projects, so that’s where he headed. Moving past the counter, and through a doorway leading to her private work area, he hummed to himself. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction to the pictures of him striped up and sandwiched between two zebras.
Rarity looked up, over her horned glasses, just as the shapely young stallion trotted into view. Setting down a length of fabric, she strolled over to greet him. “Darling, so glad you could make it!” she announced, giving him a warm hug and a peck on the cheek.
“Of course!” Rumble replied, blushing slightly. After giving her a pat on the shoulder, he released her, before reaching for his satchel. Digging into his bag, he retrieved a manilla envelope. Apparently, Rarity knew exactly what it contained.
“Are those from Photo Finish?” she exclaimed, giddily dancing in place. No sooner had she been handed the parcel, than she magically opened it and began sifting through its contents. Levitating the photos, she inspected each one, while fanning herself. “I say, I wasn’t expecting you’d recruit a volunteer for your little show, although I’m certainly not going to complain!”
“Sorry you couldn’t have been there to see it yourself,” he sheepishly responded, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew she’d watched him being naughty a few times, and that she seemed to get off on it, so he felt bad she hadn’t been able to attend him at the club.
“Think nothing of it! While it’s true I would have loved to be there, at least I have a few captured moments from the occasion. Besides, it’s not like I won’t get another chance,” she cheerfully tutted, waving a hoof to dispel his regret. “Speaking of which, I was just finishing up a little something for you,” she added, turning her attention back to her work table.
Peering over, Rumble took stock of the station. There was a blue, apron-style skirt, a ruffled red shirt, and slim black tube top. They looked great, and were cute, although they weren’t the sort of items he usually wore. Unlike a great many, he’d developed a “down and dirty” aesthetic, when going out for some fun. Revealing clothes, tight tops, and lacey or virtually non-existent undergarments were his go-to choices, yet this outfit looked like something a homemaker would wear.
“I know it’s not your typical fare, but I thought we could try something different today,” Rarity noted, sensing his unasked question.
Raising an eyebrow, Rumble glanced up at her. By now, he’d learned that any mention of plans from her tended to have a depraved edge to them, so his curiosity was piqued. Peeking back at the table, he noticed a distinct lack of panties or underwear, leaving him to wonder exactly what her intentions were.
“I thought you could accompany me on a date today. Nothing quite as exciting as getting painted up and performing for a party, I assure you, and I doubt you’d want to openly parade yourself through town, in the middle of the day, as a harlot,” she continued, undeterred by his look.
“Wait, we’re going to be going out together?” Rumble chirped, caught off guard by her statement.
“Of course, that is, unless you wouldn’t like to come with me,” Rarity said, with a slightly wounded look on her face.
Rumble paused, mulling the offer over. While he had, and did, traipse around as a mare, he’d never done so during daylight hours. All of his previous endeavors had taken place after sunset, or somewhere relatively private, so the prospect of going out in public, all gussied up, made him a bit hesitant. Given the time of day, the hours between lunch and dinner, there weren’t that many ponies out and about, so he could probably get away with it.
“Sure, why not. As long as I’ve got something to change my mane up,” he finally answered. His mane was pretty distinctive, so unless he did something to conceal or style it, it was possible somepony would recognize him.
“Oh, I have just the thing!” Rarity chirped, scampering over to a bin of her wares. Fishing inside, she retrieved a turquoise headband, but she wasn’t finished yet. Proceeding to a drawer of accessories, which she used on her various mannequins, she selected a number of golden earrings. “These should work perfectly. Paired with some blush, eyeliner, and the clothes, you’ll be perfectly disguised!” she boldly stated, depositing the items atop the skirt.
As Rumble looked down at the garments, he began to smile. Something about the notion of going out with Rarity, while dressed up, was rather exciting. It may have been the element of risk involved, or perhaps it was just the idea of prancing around like a mare in broad daylight, but he was quickly warming to the idea. Grabbing up the articles, he moved towards one of the changing rooms.
“If you want to grab some makeup to go with this, I wouldn’t mind. It should only take me a few minutes to get dressed,” he called over his shoulder. Before he could even finish, he saw Rarity fetching a compact and some eye shadow from inside her desk. He shook his head, as he trotted into the fitting room.
The outfit was deceptively complicated, even though it was a simple, modest ensemble. First, he slipped the black tube top over his head, leaving it nestled snugly around his torso. Next, he moved to the skirt; fitted with a pair of shoulder straps, and apron in front, he wiggled into the garment. Thankfully, it was long enough to conceal most of his rear, although it did give the tiniest peek of his lower rump. Lastly, he donned the red, ruffled top, but he’d have to ask Rarity to tie the laced, open back.
As he finished, he turned to a standing mirror inset in one wall, which reminded him of the final pieces. Putting the headband on, and covering a sizeable portion of his mane, he affixed the clip-on earrings to his ears. Now fully dressed, he looked himself over. To his astonishment, he really did favor a picturesque housewife.
Nothing overly sexual or provocative, just a cute little house mare. Peering at himself, Rumble’s mind began to wander. What would life be like, if he could stay home, tend to a house, and await a strong, loving stallion to return from work. Walking in the door, scooping him up, hugging him tenderly, kissing him, plowing him over the kitchen counter. The thought of such a thing caused his colthood to twitch beneath his skirt.
“Do hurry up! I’d hate for us to be late!” Rarity called, snapping him from his daydream.
Trotting back out, Rumble met the seamstress waiting for him. He gave her a little turn, of course, and smiled confidently at her. “Well?”
“My goodness, don’t you just look scrumptious!” she commented, marveling at his transformation. “I must say, I hope my date doesn’t favor you over me!”
Rumble rolled his eyes, yet his smile broadened. He’d developed a weakness for flattery and attention, even if it was half hearted. Noticing the seamstress levitate several makeup products in his direction, he closed his eyes. One of the benefits about unicorns was just how utilitarian their magic could be; in that, Rarity would often employ several products at once. A brush here, a pat there, and before he knew it, the process was complete.
Peeking out, he noticed the hovering makeup had been replaced by a hoof mirror. Lilac eye-shadow, a touch of mascara, and a hint of blush had all been expertly applied. As always, her choices accentuated his coat, eyes, and outfit, for which he was grateful. The last thing he needed was…
“Let me get that for you, Dear,” Rarity murmured, tying the drawstrings on the back of Rumble’s top. “There now. So, are you ready to be off?”
Cocking his head to the side, he studied her. “You aren’t going to get dolled up?”
“For a midafternoon date, I see no reason to. It’s too early to close the shop, and he’s a bit of a simple stallion anyways,” she explained, turning towards the door. Without another word, she began moving towards the front of the boutique.
With a shrug, Rumble trotted behind her. She was, by no small margin, one of the most gorgeous mares he’d ever seen, so it wasn’t outlandish for stallions to appreciate her au naturel. Following her through the shop, and out the front door, the seamstress locked up behind them, but not before putting an “Out to Lunch” sign in the window.
“So, how long have you known this stallion?” Rumble asked, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible.
“Quite some time, Darling. He’s been living in Ponyville for as long as I can remember!” Rarity snickered, leading them down the street.
While there were a few ponies out, their numbers were relatively small. The few townsfolk who did notice them waved amiably, but nopony seemed put off or suspicious. For all they knew, it was simply Rarity and one of her friends. The fact that the seamstress knew ponies from far and wide was a boon, so the sight of her with an unrecognized somepony was far from uncommon. Still, being outside in a skirt, with unassuming ponies looking on, did make Rumble slightly uneasy.
“If he’s lived in town for so long, do you think I know him?” he pressed, attempting to distract himself.
“I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest,” she casually responded, grinning back at him.
It wasn’t until Rarity’s comment, that Rumble noticed which direction they were headed in. Looking around, he felt a pit forming in his stomach. They were getting perilously close to his house. Moreover, there weren’t any eateries in that part of town, which wasn’t helping his anxiety any. “So, uh, where does your date live?” he pressed.
“We’re not far, so don’t worry,” Rarity tutted, absently waving at a mare watering her garden. Slowing at an intersection, she proceeded to take a left, directly towards...
Rumble’s house lie just down the road, not even a block from where they stood, and they were headed right towards it. His chest grew tight, and his mouth felt painfully dry, yet they weren’t changing course. He could have run, fled back to the boutique, but he didn’t. Confronting her would cause a scene, attracting unwanted attention, so he quietly trotted along behind her. Strolling past his home, Rumble breathed a sigh of relief, although the moment was short lived.
“Dear me, I almost past it!” Rarity clucked, almost to herself, as she turned around to face the colt’s abode. Moving past him, she saw herself through his yard and up to his front door.
Nearly panicking, Rumble scurried up beside her. “What are you doing? Please don’t tell me you’re dating Thunder,” he hissed, fretfully glancing between her face and the nearby living room window.
“Dating? Of course not, don’t be silly. I simply said I had a date with him,” she declared, reaching out to give the door a second knock.
“You could have told me this was where we were going,” Rumble angrily muttered. Was she insane?! Getting him all dolled up, parading him through town, and leading him back to his own house! Before he could continue deriding her, he heard a sonorous voice from inside.
“Come in, it’s not locked,” a stallion called, somewhere from within the home.
“Rumble, darling, do you trust me?” Rarity whispered, placing a hoof on his shoulder.
Staring into her eyes, Rumble was left conflicted. She’d never once done anything to betray him, and she’d always been there to lend support, so he had no overt reason to question her seemingly nonsensical course of action. “I...I just don’t want Thunder to find out. N...not yet, at least…” he stammered, fidgeting nervously.
“He won’t,” she firmly stated. Before he could question her words, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. “Thunder, you savory stallion, where are you hiding?” she loudly asked, glancing about the foyer. Her tone had changed, taking on a lilting, almost flirty timbre.
“Upstairs, just like you asked,” Thunder replied, his voice much clearer now.
“I’ll be up in just a minute!” Rarity shouted. Turning to Rumble, she affixed the colt with a serious look. “Now, be sure to listen closely. Don’t say a word, do as I say, and it will be impossible that your brother has a clue it’s you,” she breathed. The colt nodded once, even though he had gone pale. Giving him a reassuring smile, she spun around to face the stairs.
Heading up towards the second floor, the snow white unicorn made a beeline towards Thunderlane’s room. Rumble trailed behind her, his heart hammering away in his chest. He had no earthly idea how his secret wasn’t going to be revealed, or why she’d decided to visit his brother. As far as he knew, the two seldom interacted or had anything to do with one another.
Drawing nearer to the Wonderbolt’s room, Rarity slowed. Silently, she held a hoof towards Rumble, before pointing to the floor. Even though she hadn’t said anything, he knew enough to stay put. Following her instructions, he remained motionless, as she disappeared inside. Curiously, she closed the door behind herself.
Rumble’s apprehension slowly gave way to curiosity, as he heard muted giggles and shuffling from within. While he could make out the occasional word, the vast majority of what they discussed was a mystery. After a few minutes, Rarity reappeared, although she was blushing heavily.
“Ok, he’s ready. Again, just please do your best to stay quiet,” she whispered, glancing between him and the reopened doorway.
With his confusion reaching a maddening height, Rumble crept closer. Slowly, almost fearfully, he looked into the room. What he saw caused his heart to nearly stop. His jaw dropped in abject disbelief, and his eyes went wide with shock, at the sight that greeted him. There, lying supine on the bed, was his brother; but it was unlike anything he’d ever seen.
The dark grey stallion was atop the mattress, on his back, with his fore and hind legs splayed. Silken ropes attached his limbs to the bedposts, effectively immobilizing his sibling. He was nearly nude, which wasn’t uncommon, save for a blindfold wrapped around his face. A pillar of steely flesh rose from between his thighs, just above a pair of nearly black, plump orbs. In all the years Rumble had been around his brother, he could have never imagined seeing him like this.
It was true that he had an appreciation for the larger pegasus’ body, but he’d never could have imagined he’d be treated to such an unabashed view of the stud’s equipment. As if remembering its purpose, Rumble’s heart began pounding away, yet it wasn’t from fear; no, now his pulse raced with wanton urges of the taboo. Silently, he stepped closer to the stallion.
Thunderlane was an exceptionally loving brother, even if he was kept busy with his duties as a Wonderbolt and weather pony. Large, caring, and handsome, he’d always been there for Rumble. As the colt had grown, developing his thirst for servicing stallions, he’d begun to appreciate his sibling in a new way. The large pegasus’ scent, particularly after a hard day’s work, was intoxicating, and that was just the start.
Sculpted muscles lie just beneath the iron grey coat of Thunder’s fur, a clear sign of his strength. Being hugged by the big lug, rough housing with him, heck, even sitting next to him had become a trial. Not because Rumble didn’t enjoy time with his brother, but because he’d found himself fantasizing about him. Now though, faced with the mohawked stud, he’d be able to sate himself.
As Rumble placed two hooves on the bed, Rarity spoke up. “I hope you’re ready for me, Big Boy,” she crooned.
Bringing his snout between Thunder’s hind legs, past his inner thighs, and up to the weighty pair of nuts, Rumble paused. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he shivered. There had been times when he’d borrowed his brother’s flight suit, to use its scent as a masturbatory aid, but this was an order of magnitude more perverted than anything he could have dreamed of. Edging closer, he pressed his snout to the stallion’s balls, sniffing them lightly, before opening his maw.
Without hesitation, his tongue crept forth, dragging itself over his siblings ripe testes. Would this situation have presented itself months prior, he couldn’t say what he would have done, but that felt like a lifetime ago. As the cloying, salty flavor of Thunder’s sweat danced over his taste buds, Rumble licked and kissed his way up his brother’s shaft; all the while, Rarity hummed away contentedly.
After lavishing inch after magnificent inch of the stud’s tool, Rumble found himself at its broad, flat head. Licking his lips, he glanced over to the unicorn beside him. Signalling her with a nod, he quietly took a few deep breaths. It wasn’t like he was inexperienced with fellating stallions, but he wanted to make sure Thunder got the best he could offer.
“I haven’t sucked one this big in ages,” Rarity purred, bringing her face next to the colt’s own.
On cue, he opened his maw, slipping the tip of the larger pegasus’ member past his pouting lips. As he bore down, taking more and more of the fat length into his gullet, she reached back to caress her nethers. Watching Rumble service somepony was hot enough, although witnessing him lavish his own brother was unimaginably arousing.
Having taken in a lungful of air, the colt was well prepared for the job. His throat yielded little resistance to the massive stallion’s equipment, easily allowing it to slip into his esophagus. Something bumped against his muzzle, signalling that he’d engulfed nearly two thirds of his sibling’s cock. Screwing his eyes shut, Rumble pressed himself forward; hellbent on getting the last few inches of length past his lips.
Rarity marveled, as the lad’s nose closed on, and pressed against, Thunder’s sheath. Even though he only stayed there for a moment, she was impressed. Not many ponies could deepthroat that well, so the fact that Rumble was able to do so was remarkable. Steadily, he withdrew, but just far enough so that he could take a breath. Considering their activity, and how the colt was loudly slurping on the larger stallion’s tool, she didn’t need to worry about any vocal acting. Content with the show, she silently levitated an ottoman over to herself.
Bobbing his head, and making sure to breathe on the backstrokes, Rumble set himself to the task. His tongue massaged the underside of Thunder’s shaft, making sure to pay attention to the frenulum. Just as he was finding his rhythm, a deep hum caused him to look upward.
“Oh my gosh. Rarity, this feels amazing,” Thunder groaned, shifting his hips.
Hearing his sibling compliment his skills caused Rumble’s heart to skip a beat. His colthood stood at full attention, beneath his skirt, as he energetically fellated Thunder. The velvety flesh of the wonderbolt’s stallionhood glided over his tongue, past his uvula, and into his throat. Balancing on one foreleg, he delicately massaged one of his brother’s pendulous balls, appreciating it’s heft in his hoof.
He could have stayed like that, sucking off Thunder, until he got a stomach full of cum, but fate had other plans. Feeling something gently prod his flank, he peeked over. Rarity, now reclined on the padded stool, waved her hoof at him, as if she intended him to shift gears, before continuing to pleasure herself. Retracting his head, he let the saliva and pre-cum coated length of dick flop from his muzzle. Thankfully, he’d moved his hoof from his partner’s nuts to his shaft, if only to support and idly stroke its length.
“So, tell me, are you ready for the best piece of marehood you’ve ever had,” Rarity sinfully purred, openly rubbing herself, as she watched the siblings.
“Sweet Celestia, I am so ready,” Thunder grumbled. Flexing his pelvic muscles, his member swayed in the air.
“Well then, just let me…” the mare trailed off, allowing Rumble to seamlessly follow through.
Shuffling back slightly, the colt slowly moved to Thunder’s side. The bed was large enough for him to easily maneuver, which was fortunate, because his options for positioning were rather limited. Essentially, he was left to choose between cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. Under normal circumstances, he would have chosen the latter, if only so his partner would have a clear view of his pillowy rear; but considering his brother was blindfolded, he opted for the former.
Hitching one hind leg over the athletic pegasus’ waist, Rumble looked back. With the skirt in the way, he’d have to rely on his sense of feel. Inching back, he felt something hot and moist bump against the right cheek of his rump. Adjusting his angle, he rocked himself rearward, allowing the tip of Thunder’s massive prick to fall into the crack of his tush. Sensing it press against his pucker, he knew it was time.
Taking a breath, and doing his best to steady himself, he pressed backward. Fortunately, as always, he was thoroughly lubricated and cleaned. Earlier, before having headed to Rarity’s, he’d intended on plowing himself with his favorite toy, although this was a far more appealing situation. As he exhaled, he bore down, steadily impaling himself on his brother’s fat fuck-stick.
“Oh buck!” Thunder exclaimed, ramming his waist upwards. Restrained as he was, his hips and head were still able to move, which he brashly took advantage of. Burying more than half of himself in his little brother, he writhed in place.
“C...careful, Darling! Just g...give me a moment to adjust!” Rarity breathlessly murmured, having witnessed the forceful thrust.
“S...sorry, Rares,” the unassuming stud whimpered, fidgeting in place.
Rumble bit his lip, but remained silent. Slowly, relishing every glorious inch of his sibling’s girthy length, he continued his descent. Every vein, every bump and ridge along Thunder’s tool, ground past his prostate, causing him to shiver. Although he couldn’t see it, he could feel himself leaking pre-cum. With any luck, his brother would assume it was just pussy juice; a plausible assumption, were the stallion actually being ridden by a mare.
Continuing his downward plunge, and enjoying every second of it, he soon found himself seated on Thunder’s lap. Wiggling contentedly, he savored the sublime pressure his brother’s medial ring afforded, but he knew he couldn’t stay seated forever. Shooting Rarity a wink, the unicorn nodded an unspoken signal.
“Oh Thunder, you’re positively huge,” Rarity moaned, watching Rumble slowly piston himself on his brother. While she continued kneading her marehood, her horn ignited.
Rubbing one out was all well and good, but unicorns were able to easily apply additional stimulation. A magical aura surrounded each of her teats, tweaking and delicately twisting her nipples, as she got herself off. Her choice of garments for the colt, while adorable, unfortunately didn’t give her the best view of his hole being stuffed. Unfortunate as it was, she still found the situation damnably hot.
Up and down, in and out, Rumble fucked himself on Thunder’s stallionhood. Besides the immense physical pleasure of servicing a virile stud, the circumstances couldn’t be more exciting. The fact that his brother was oblivious to the fact that his own, younger brother was riding him added an unparalleled layer of sinfulness to his actions. Glancing over to Rarity, and noticing how she was enjoying herself, he had an idea.
Steadying himself on his hind legs, and squatting on Thunder’s waist, the colt lifted his tail. The shift in position allowed the cock plumbing his bowels to crush his p-spot, causing his eyelids to flutter. Not only that, but now the seamstress had an unimpeded view of his stretched hole. Steadily flapping his wings, to assist with his balance, he bounced on his older brother.
Thunderlane, tied down as he was, started bucking his hips. Even though he was blinded, he quickly found his rhythm, so he thrust upward with each of his partner’s downstrokes. The only sounds assailing his ears where those of effeminate whimpers, heavy breathing, and the lewd sounds of flesh on flesh.
Looking downward, Rumble’s gaze drifted from his brother’s face to his own abdomen. With each plunge, his belly bulged outward slightly, a testament to his sibling’s size. He smiled, realizing how accommodating his body had become. Incrementally, as he continued to do his best to pleasure his beloved sibling, his speed increased.
Watching the two go at it was almost too much to bear. Furiously, Rarity pleasured herself at the sight. Honestly, she wasn’t sure if Rumble would have gone for it, although she was supremely pleased that he had. Witnessing a femcolt pleasure a larger stallion, in person, was rare enough, let alone a pair of brothers going to town on one another. A string of fitful compliments and whorish noises escaped her, while she massaged her juicy marehood.
As the minutes passed, the siblings’ movements gradually became more forceful. Every impact between them caused Thunder’s nuts to impact on the colts ass, causing its supple flesh to jiggle. Rumble fervently pistoned himself on his brother, hilting himself with each plunge. Under normal circumstances, the svelte pegasus could have easily domineered the larger stallion, but the context of the situation was far from ordinary.
Breathing heavily, while doing his best not to make any noise, Rumble knew his partner was close. Thunder’s movements, along with the way his length was twitching, meant that he wasn’t going to last too terribly long. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out himself. What with his brother virtually being an idol to him, so he was having to restrain himself from losing his composure.
“I...I’m gonna,” Thunder wheezed, gritting his teeth.
Feeling the stud begin to flare, Rumble leapt into action. Throwing himself forward, while continuing to milk the cock plumbing his depths, he locked lips with the stallion. His tongue wormed into the Thunder’s mouth, as their bodies lie entwined. The first hot spurts of cum coating his interior were but a prelude to the deluge to come.
Like a dam bursting, Thunderlane’s cock exploded within the colt. Gouts of hot, sticky seed erupted into the small pegasus, filling his bowels like an erupting geyser. The additional pressure of being filled sent Rumble over the edge. His colthood twitched uncontrollably, spurting his feeble load onto the inside of his skirt.
Seeing the siblings pop, nearly in tandem, pushed Rarity past her limit. Clenching upon itself, her marehood squirted and dribbled forth a stream of nectar. Were it not for the fact that she’d bitten down on one forehoof, she would have orgasmically cried to the heavens, yet that would have derailed their charade. Instead, she let the brothers moan into each others’ mouths, while riding out their bliss.
With his climax subsiding, Rumble pulled away. A single, glistening strand of saliva hung between himself and Thunder, as he sat back and caught his breath. His gut, somewhat distended from the influx of his brother’s substantial load, sat heavily behind his apron. As much as he would have loved to stay there, basking in the warm and post-coitus euphoria of ecstasy, he knew it was not to be. Looking back at Rarity, he solemnly nodded once.
“Well then, as soon as I get freshened up, I’ll be back to untie you,” Rarity wearily tutted, shakily getting to her hooves. Sorcerously assisting Rumble off of Thunder, she grinned to herself.
Clenching his pucker, Rumble attempted to trap as much his sibling’s spunk within himself. It’d reduce the cleanup, sure, although he wanted to savor the full sensation it afforded. With Rarity by his side, the two trotted out the door, leaving Thunder to drowsily wallow on the mattress. Giving the insensate stallion one last look, he pulled the door closed behind himself.
“Here,” Rarity quietly said, passing him a key, “just let yourself into the boutique. You can shower in the back, of course. Feel free to lounge, since I’d love to discuss this with you.”
Rumble nodded, taking the key and stuffing it into a pocket in his skirt. He felt dirty, tired, a tad bit sore, but more than anything, he felt amazing. As he looked up, Rarity affixed him with an impish grin.
“You know, if you wanted to, we could try something like this again,” she cooed.
Unsure of what to say, the colt nodded bashfully. Who would have known that, of all the amoral things he’d indulged in, laying his brother would have been among the more pleasurable experiences he’d had. Unsteadily, he moved towards the stairs, intent to make it back to Rarity’s shop. As he strolled down to the first floor, his mind wandered to how he could covertly romance his brother...
