Carousel Carousing

by avidreader07

Rating: mature
Tags: Sweetie Belle, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Porn, Fetish, Sandalwood, Rarity, Slice of Life, Sex, Human
Length: 8788

An afternoon and evening with Rarity and Sweetie Belle.

In an Equestria where ponies can switch between quadrupedal and futa-anthro forms at will, and where humans appear randomly from who knows where, and are essentially owned by ponies, spend a few hours at Carousel Boutique, with Rarity, her sister, and her human vassals. And possibly a customer or few.

Included in this piece of smut: Any or all of the following characters: Human Male/Human Female/Pony Filly/Pony Mare/Anthro Futa, in various combinations. Sexual acts include Anal, Public Sex, (Very) Mild Cumflation, Foalcon, Oral, Lactation, Fingering, Voyeurism, Vaginal, Group Sex, Incest, and Horn-Play.

Cover art was stolen from found on Derpibooru, and was chosen to help readers—and the author!—visualize Rarity's vassals. There is no romance between Sandalwood and Paisley in this story. They are merely friends and coworkers who are owned by the same pony. It was simply the best picture of the two that I could find.

Written as a second entry in Dirty Little Secret's Dirty Little Contest. After I wrote my first entry, I just couldn't quite stop.

EDIT 6/9: Winner of the Fetish Fuel: Interspecies category. :yay:

Published 2020-01-19 20:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-01-19 20:50:01 UTC

Carousel Carousing (Afternoon)

"I must say, Octavia, this is not at all the kind of thing I would expect to see you wear." Rarity said, adjusting her customer's top. Although calling it a top was strictly a technicality, in that it was clothing—or at least a piece of cloth—that went above the waist. In truth, it was little more than a white strap of stretchy fabric with variegated blue piping that looped behind the neck, then angled down, crossing over the healthy breasts. It provided a minimum of support, and nothing in the way of modesty. It was meant purely for titillation, as evidenced by the circular cutouts that displayed the cellist's large, dark nipples in all their glory.

Below the breasts, the straps stretched around behind Octavia, just above the bottom of her ribcage. They crossed over each other again, just above the small of her back. And just above the swell of her ass, the straps met the bottom of the piece, forming a diamond cutout that served as an opening for her tail. A second set of straps branched off from the main one, as it curved around Octavia's sides. They came down to meet inches below her navel. They then extended a few more inches, before meeting the skirt.

"It isn't." the gray mare admitted. "When I have to wear clothes, I prefer something that hangs loosely, like a toga-style dress. And while I have no more problem with being seen naked than the next pony, there's a lot of difference between being seen, and being...shown off, like this does." Octavia finished, plucking at the skirt. Unlike the top, it was stiffer and less stretchy, though it still had plenty swing to it. It was also white, but with big slashes of two-tone blue, that matched her wife's mane, instead of the piping. It hung about two-thirds of the way to her knees, and was a perfectly normal skirt in most respects. Except for a great big strip missing from the front. The gap framed Octavia's dark gray dick, which was currently hanging limp.

"But I made a deal with Vinyl." the dark-maned mare continued. "If she came to the Gala with me this year, in attire of my choice, then I would attend at least one of her raves, every other moon. In attire of her choice. So here we are." she finished, with a small sigh.

"Don't be like that, dear." Rarity chided playfully. "This might not be your normal style, but it is certainly very striking. Wear this, and you could have any pony you want. Provided it all fits right, of course. So does it? Is everything comfortable? Hanging right? Not rubbing or chafing anywhere?"

"No, everything's as comfortable as it can be."

"Even the gloves?" Rarity checked. She was particularly interested in those, as she'd made them from a new fabric that she'd never used before.

"Yeah, they're fine." Octavia confirmed, looking at the garments in question. Like the skirt, they were white with blue slashes. They were also elbow-length, fingerless, and skin-tight. They were made of an athletic fabric that would let them breathe and move naturally, without rubbing the mare's fur too much.

"Then if everything is to your satisfaction, perhaps we should get it all bagged up. Unless you'd rather wear it out, to help you get used to it?"

"No, I'd prefer to save its public debut for the actual event. I can get used to wearing it at home, after all." Octavia pointed out. "I will, however, wear it out to the main room, so that we can get get Vinyl's opinion of it. Since it was her idea, originally."

"Of course." Rarity agreed, leading her customer out of the dressing room. As the two mares passed through the doorway, and the privacy ward that filled it, the sounds of sex hit their ears. High-pitched, masculine grunting—almost squealing—hips slapping together, and the wet sounds of a heavily-lubed cock sliding in and out of a tight hole.

Just before passing the edge of the privacy screens blocking off the dressing room, Rarity gestured for Octavia to wait where she was. Then she lit her horn, and with a flash of blue light, the fashionista returned to her pony form, before stepping out into the main room, where she found exactly what she expected.

Vinyl was standing in front of the checkout counter, in her bipedal form. Her magic was wrapped around the chest of Rarity's male vassal, Sandalwood, holding him in midair, facing her. Her hands were holding onto his hips, and her own hips were moving back and forth at a steady clip. Like usual, she was wearing an easy almost-smirk, her magenta sunglasses, and nothing else. Except for a slight flush of exertion.

On the other hand, Sandalwood's fawn-colored complexion was flushed to his shoulders, and his entire body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. His long, two-tone green hair was flopping all over, as was his unusually long, thin cock. As Rarity watched, a bead of pre was flung off the cockhead, hitting Vinyl's belly, where a fair amount seemed to have already landed. Another string hit Sandalwood's belly with the next thrust, letting Rarity know he was very close to cumming. Probably less than half a minute, especially considering the pitch of his voice.

Rarity's other vassal, Paisley, was nowhere in sight, but the sound of clinking porcelain from the boutique's kitchen told Rarity where the woman was.

All in all, nothing unusual.

"Pardon me. Vinyl." Rarity said, to get the unicorn's attention. The other mare turned her head to look at her, but didn't stop moving her hips. "Octavia's outfit is ready, and she's happy with it. But she wanted your opinion before making the final decision. So I present to you…your new club date!" And with a flourish of her hoof, Rarity moved aside part of the privacy screen, showing off her latest masterpiece.

Rarity was watching Vinyl carefully, so she didn't miss her reaction. Those sunglasses could make her subtler expressions so hard to read, sometimes. She needn't have worried, though, as there was nothing subtle about this. Viny's eyebrows went up, and her jaw went down.

When she spotted Octavia dressed for a rave, Vinyl was so surprised that she stopped fucking Sandalwood, her cock pulled back, almost out of his tight ass. A second or two later, Sandalwood groaned in desperate need, but Vinyl barely noticed. She just stared at her wife, who looked much more provocative than Vinyl had imagined she would. As she continued to stare, Octavia smiled wider and wider.

Sandalwood tried again to get Vinyl to resume fucking him, whimpering for his denied pleasure, and trying to hump the air. This only managed to wiggle the few inches inside him, which was enough to start edging himself back towards his orgasm, though it would never get him over the edge.

"Should I take that to mean, 'I like it,' then?" Octavia asked, rhetorically.

The sound of Tavi's smug question broke Vinyl out of her trance, at least somewhat. She pointed a naughty smirk at her wife, and raised her hand, spinning one finger in the air.

Turn around.

Her smile trading some of its own smugness for indulgence, Octavia raised her arms a bit and turned around slowly, letting Vinyl feast her eyes on all of her.

When she met Vinyl's gaze again, the unicorn's smirk had grown teeth, becoming a hungry, roguish grin. She then repeated her gesture.

Again. Faster.

Octavia huffed and rolled her eyes playfully at the demand. But she complied, spinning on one hoof so fast the skirt flew up, revealing everything.

At the same moment, the whistling of the teapot screeched out from the kitchen unexpectedly, startling Vinyl, and making her jump. Which caused her to hilt her cock in Sandalwood's ass, both the head and the medial ring rubbing over his prostate in the process. And that finally pushed him over the edge, into his much needed release.

Sandalwood's loud, deeply erotic groan, coupled with the fresh scent of his cum and the sudden tightness of his clenching ass all combined to trigger Vinyl's orgasm, in turn. She threw her head back, mouth open in a soundless scream as her cock swelled even bigger, before shooting a huge wad of cum deep into her partner's bowels. Her second and third, equally sizeable shots were accompanied by groans that went unheard over Sandalwood's much louder cries of relief and the still screaming kettle.

"Well, that was quite the reaction." Rarity said playfully, as Vinyl's and Sandalwood's orgasms wound down.

"Yes it was. Probably about the best we could've hoped for." Octavia joked back.

"Indeed. In fact, that was probably the best compliment my work has gotten in years." Rarity agreed with a little giggle, and Octavia giggled, too. Then they headed over to the counter Vinyl was leaning on, as she recovered from her orgasm. She was still holding Sandalwood in her magic, and there was a slight bulge in his abdomen, from all the cum she'd pumped into him.

Smirking down at her panting wife, and her more-disheveled-than-usual mane, Octavia teased, "I'll take that as a definite 'I love it'."

Vinyl glared at her wife for a second or two, before smirking at her and clicking her teeth together playfully.

Bite me.

"When we get home." Octavia told her, as she started stripping off her gloves. Once the outfit was safely boxed up, Octavia grabbed Sandalwood, and once Vinyl's magic had let him go, she pulled him off her wife's cock. As soon as the blunt, flared head pulled out of the fawn-colored ass, a veritable river of jizz followed.

It took a few seconds for Sandlewood to get his feet back under him properly, and all the while, thick futa-cum poured out of his hole. A lot of it ended up drizzled over Vinyl's cock, but just as much ran down his legs. Once his footing was secure, he stepped aside, and Octavia pulled Vinyl close, kissing her deeply. Octavia's bipedal form was slightly stocky, with a sturdy build, as tended to be the norm for earth ponies. And Vinyl followed the general unicorn tendency towards being petite and slender. (Pegasi generally tended towards being lean and muscular.) So even though there was less than an inch difference in their height when on all fours, when on two legs, Octavia was almost a whole hand1 taller. And now she was using those extra inches and pounds to thoroughly dominate her wife.

Ten or twelve seconds later, the stream of cum died down, and the warmth of Sandalwood's brands faded, their work done for the moment.2

"Would you two like to stay for tea?" Rarity asked, once the two mares separated. "It should be ready in just a moment more."

"No, thank you. I have something more appealing to drink right here." Octavia answered, before she returned to four hooves in a flash of mulberry light. In this form, her wife's softening cock was only inches below her nose, and she set straight to licking it clean of the spilled cum. The scent was strong, and the taste even more so. Musky, and noticeably bitter, thanks to all the greens in their diet.

That same diet also made bitterness almost as enjoyable as sweetness, so Octavia took her time, slowly running her tongue up her wife's length. Over and over again, until it was hard as a rock once more, and every hint of cum was gone. And still, she kept licking; teasing her wife the way the sights and scents of the last few minutes had teased her. She didn't stop until she felt Vinyl tap her shoulder.

When she looked up, the unicorn's eyebrows popped up and down twice, as her finger waved in a circle.

Turn around. I wanna fuck you.

Octavia made a show of thinking it over for a second or two before answering. "…Nah. You can fuck me when you catch me." she said, tugging her wife's hoof out from under her. Putting her off-balance enough that Octavia could get a decent head start. "And no magic. That's just cheating." she added, as she turned to the door.

Octavia only made it a couple steps before she saw the handle glow, and she had to skid to a stop. But before she could get mad at her wife for blatantly cheating right after having been told not to, she realized the magic was a dull green color, thus not Vinyl's. She then threw up a hoof so that the door would hit it, instead of her muzzle if it flew open. Fortunately for all involved, it opened normally instead, revealing a unicorn foal who lived here part-time.

"Oh, good afternoon, Sweetie Belle." Octavia said, getting back to her hooves. "How was school?"

"Afternoon Miss Melody. Miss Scratch." Sweetie greeted the mares, as she trotted in and took off her saddlebag. "It was fine."

"Not with your friends today, or are you just meeting up later?" Octavia asked, after looking around and not seeing the other two Crusaders.

"Nah, Applebloom's got a lotta chores today, cause Applejack's outta town. And Scoots' parents are home for a couple weeks, between assignments."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Eh, it's no biggie. I like spending time with my big sis, too." Sweetie said dismissively. "Sometimes, at least. And Diamond said she might be able to swing by later. She's having trouble with her Ponish homework, and I offered to help."

"You've really grown up a lot since you got your Cutie Mark, haven't you?" Octavia mused. Before adding, "So has she, funnily enough."

"We all have." Sweetie agreed, before her stomach gurgled softly. "Anyways, it was nice seeing you, but if you'll excuse me, I need to get something to eat."

"Of course, and it was nice seeing you, too." Octavia said, before looking behind her at Vinyl, who was standing right behind her, still as hard as before Sweetie showed up. When Vinyl saw her looking, she raised her arms, looming playfully over her wife, smiling evilly, and popping her eyebrows.

I've got you now.

Octavia merely grinned back at her mischievously. "Don't forget the dress." she said, hesitating just long enough to see Vinyl's face go blank, before sprinting out the door.

Vinyl just stood in place for a few seconds, looming over nothing, like an idiot, blinking once or twice. Then Tavi's words really sank in, and she thought a vicious curse, stomping a hoof. She turned just long enough to spot the dress box and grab it in her magic, before charging out the door, in pursuit of the tease she'd married.

Despite wanting to get something to eat, Sweetie watched the two mares' antics for a moment, before heading for the kitchen. "It's nice to see ponies so in love." she thought to herself. "Makes me wish I had a special somepony."

She barely paid attention to the sight of Vinyl's erection. Since most ponies in town almost never wore clothes, even in their bipedal forms, she'd grown up seeing cocks in every possible condition. Even totally soft, since bipedal forms didn't have a sheath. Though for some reason, that didn't stop them from having medial rings.

Sweetie's stomach growled again, distracting her from thoughts of love and nonsensical anatomy. Shaking her head, she headed for the kitchen, and almost ran into Paisley, as she came out carrying the tea tray.

"Hi, Paisley." she said, hopping back a step or two.

"Good afternoon, Young Miss." the woman greeted. "The tea this afternoon is a Chineighs black, and I've prepared HBLTs to eat." Sweetie's ears perked up at that, as haybacon, lettuce, and tomato was one of her favorites.

"Oh, the tea's ready. Excellent. I could use a pick-me-up." Rarity said spotting the pair in the kitchen doorway. "Just set the service down in the hospitality corner, Paisley. Thank you." Sweetie didn't understand why Rarity insisted on calling it a tea service, but then again, she didn't understand why she spoke with such a strange accent, either. Her sister was just plain weird, sometimes.

Sweetie Belle followed Paisley to one side of the room, where there was a small table and a couple chairs. It was mostly used for visitors who came in with a friend or spouse, and weren't interested in shopping for themselves. It was also sometimes used when ponies wanted to sit while discussing a custom order. And on rare occasion, Rarity would take a short break there, instead of the kitchen. When she felt like a change of scenery, but didn't want to close the shop.

Hopping up on a chair, Sweetie grabbed a sandwich half from the tray and started eating, as Paisley poured the first cup of tea. It took a second for Sweetie to recognize the scent of the tea, and couldn't help a small wince. She couldn't remember the name, but it was probably her least favorite variety. Too smoky and earthy, almost moldy. She did her best to ignore it, and went back to her sandwich. She was hungrier than she'd thought, and she tore into it ravenously.

"Sweetie Belle, slow down." Rarity chided the filly, as she joined the other two. "You don't want to choke, after all. To say nothing of manners. Thank you Paisley, Darling." she added as her vassal handed her her cup of tea, already doctored the way she liked, with a twist of lemon. She sipped at it, sighing internally as her sister ignored her admonishment, speeding through the last few bites of her sandwich, before grabbing a second. Rarity grabbed one for herself, and bit into it more politely.

They ate in a pleasant silence for a long while, with Rarity getting through three sandwiches and four cups of tea. Sweetie Belle slowed down after the second sandwich, but she still worked through three more before she was full. Something Rarity couldn't help commenting on.

"My, you were hungry, Sweetie. Did you miss lunch today?" she asked, wondering if something had happened at school.

"No, lunch was fine. I was just really hungry for some reason."

"Your growth spurt should still be a couple years off." Rarity mused. She dismissed it a moment later, saying, "I guess it's just one of those things." She emptied her cup of tea, and then emptied the pot while refilling it. She added a squeeze of lemon, took a test-sip, and found that she'd gotten a few of the dregs, making it a little earthier than she liked. Which reminded her that Sweetie didn't like this tea at all.

"Oh, Sweetie, I'm so sorry. About the tea, I mean," she added, at the confused look her sister gave her. "I completely forgot about you when I asked Paisley to make it, I'm ashamed to admit."

"That's okay, Sis." Sweetie Belle said, shrugging it off. "Maybe I could have some milk, instead?" she asked, looking at Paisley. Specifically, her large, white breasts.

"I don't know, do you feel up to it, Paisley, dear?" Rarity asked the 22-year-old woman, who was considering her milk-filled breasts.

"I'm not too full, but there's probably enough to get a decent drink, Miss." Paisley decided, standing up. She didn't need to be told to move over to a specific section of the wall that could be folded out to create a waist-high, padded bench. As the ponies watched, the brand on the small of Paisley's back—three blue diamonds, the same as on her pubic mound and in the hollow of her throat—glowed slightly, and a blue aura surrounded the clasp of her bra.

Even though though she could have just opened the pale cyan flaps, since it was a maternity bra she had on, Paisley really only wore it to support her breasts and avoid back pain. Like the ponies she lived amongst, she preferred complete nudity, as much as possible. So even though the bra was every bit the work of art one would expect of Rarity's work—cyan cups and straps, with lace and several other decorative flourishes, all the same color as the flaps—Paisley was happy to shrug out of it.

Once Paisley had settled on the cushion, Sweetie Belle trotted over to her quickly. Looking up, she pushed up onto her hind legs long enough to plant a quick kiss on Paisley's cheek. Then she stepped forward and licked at one breast. She did it a couple more times, teasing the woman by purposely avoiding the nipple. Finally, she stepped forward, angled her head up, wrapped her lips around the gray nipple, and started suckling softly.

It took a couple pulls to get the first few drops, and a few more to get a solid flow, but Paisley's sweet, slightly thin milk was soon filling the unicorn's mouth. For about a minute, Sweetie Belle stood there, in the same pose that infants across Equestria had used for millennia—the same pose Sweetie herself had taken with Cookie Crumbles uncounted times before she was weaned. It was comforting, wrapping the white foal in a soul-deep nostalgia.

But at the same time, it was exciting. Since she'd gotten her Cutie Mark—thus reaching the age of sexual majority, according to pony society—she had suckled from at least one of two or three women once or twice a week, and it almost never ended without something sexual happening. So even as Sweetie Belle drifted in the warm feelings of love, safety, and home, warm feelings of another sort were going mostly unnoticed.

At least, until the breast she was drinking from ran dry. As Sweetie Belle swallowed the last mouthful, and came out of her lactation-induced haze, she noticed the warmth in her back end. The slight swelling of her lips, and the faintest hint of dampness on them. Those, combined with minute twitches of her tail, as if it was debating with itself over whether or not it should flag, all confirmed that her usual arousal had sprouted.

The sudden awareness of her arousal, combined with the sight of milk leaking out of the other creamy breast, dripping to the floor, made the sprout burst into full bloom. Sweetie's pussy suddenly winked, coating her lips with her juices. And when the smell hit her nose, Sweetie's thick, curly tail flagged immediately, slapping Paisley's face as it flipped up. The woman didn't mind, though. She just enjoyed the sight of the filly's little pussy. The tight, gray lips, glistening with arousal. The even tighter pucker just above it. Or seemingly below, because of Paisley's upside-down vantage.

As much as she enjoyed the sight—including the occasional flashes of pink, as the winking lips revealed both clit and inner walls—and the musky-sweet scent, Paisley didn't touch the beauty before her. She wanted to wait for Sweetie to ask her. To make Sweetie ask her.

Sweetie Belle, meanwhile, looked over at the table and saw that Rarity had vanished. Most likely to the restroom, after her five cups of tea. But whatever the case, she wasn't here to scold her little sister for acting uncouth, so Sweetie turned to lick Paisley's milk off the floor. Only to realize she'd been too slow about it, and the enchantment built into the floor had had time enough to work its magic and remove the breast milk.

Only mildly disappointed, Sweetie Belle returned her attention to the still leaking breast. And again, she started by teasing the young woman with long licks over the slope of her breasts. Then she used a hoof to angle the breast so she could run her tongue over the areola, catching loose drops of sweetness. As much as she was enjoying herself, Sweetie Belle wanted more, so took the nipple in her teeth and squeezed it lightly, making Paisley squeak.

"Finger me." Sweetie said, swishing her tail before flagging it again.

"With pleasure, Young Miss." Paisley said, bringing one hand up to run her middle finger up and down the ash-grey lips, repaying Sweetie Belle for her teasing. After a few seconds, she brought her fingers to her mouth, both tasting the cum and wetting her ring finger. She then went back to stroking the little slit, this time pressing her fingertips between the lips, getting them even wetter. Sweetie Belle matched her teasing by planting kisses all over the breast in her hoof.

Once her fingers were good and slippery, Paisley moved them to the little pony's clit and started circling it. At the same time, she slipped her thumb into the wet warmth. The mutual teasing continued for almost a minute more, before Sweetie Belle hit her limit and switched from kissing to suckling. Paisley thanked her by moving her fingers up from her clit and pushing them as deep into Sweetie Belle as she could. She also eased her thumb into the tight ass as she felt her milk start to flow.

Their soft moans greeted Rarity's ears as she exited the bathroom. On two hooves, because like many mares she found it easier using a toilet in her bipedal form. If nothing else, it made it easier to keep her tail from getting soiled. Walking into the main room, she saw Paisley pumping three fingers in and out of Sweetie Belle's pussy fast and hard. And Sweetie, barely visible behind the long, thick fall of cyan hair, was wiggling her hindquarters, fucking back against the fingers while sucking Paisley's breast hard, almost viciously.

The sight made Rarity's cock swell and her pussy heat up. She spotted Sandalwood in her workroom, sorting fabrics, and quietly called out to him, "Oh, Sandalwood, darling." When he turned to look at her, she beckoned him over with a curled finger. He set the bolt of taupe velvet he was holding where it belonged, before approaching her. As he did, she returned to her quadrupedal form. She felt more in the mood to be on the receiving end of the fuck, than the giving, and she enjoyed that more when she didn't have a cock distracting her focus.

"I need you to rut me, dear." she told her approaching vassal quietly, so as not to disturb the pair she was watching. At the same time, she levitated a short stand—more of a hoofstool—from the room, to step up on. It gave her the extra hand-and-a-half of height she needed for Sandalwood to fuck her standing up. Once she was standing on it, Rarity flicked her tail at the young man a couple times, both spreading her scent and teasing his cock directly with her silky coiffure, to get him hard. Checking that he had started rising to the occasion, she then flagged her tail, the long curl landing on her back.

Sandalwood wrapped his hand around his shaft, giving it a few pumps to get it completely hard. His brands then warmed and glowed slightly, making sure his balls had totally refilled, and were ready to go again. Sandalwood then lifted his cock and started rubbing it over the soft, gray lips, hotdogging his mistress. He took long, steady strokes, making sure to brush his domed head against both her puckered anus and her dock. Once he had his rhythm down, Sandalwood followed Rarity's gaze over to where his fellow vassal was still fingering Sweetie Belle vigorously with three fingers, as the pale gray foal swallowed the last mouthful or two of milk available to her.

When the flow ended, Sweetie Belle spent a few seconds licking the nipple and areola, before hanging her head and splaying her legs a little wider, bracing herself. Paisley then added a fourth finger and sped up her thrusting, while still wiggling her thumb in the small plot.

As the sound of Sweetie Belle's squeaky gasping, both adorable and erotic, reached the watching pair, Sandalwood concentrated on his cock. The warmth and light of his brands grew by an order of magnitude, as did the fawn shaft and copper-colored head. Yet another trick of the brands was the ability to expand a man's cock to a size that would perfectly satisfy the pony whose brand he bore.3

Now fully ready to give his mistress what she wanted, Sandalwood eased his bell-shaped head into Rarity's wet warmth. A hoof muffled her moan as she was filled. Sandalwood gave her a few seconds to enjoy the moderate stretch before he started moving. Slow at first, to make sure they were adequately lubed, but within seconds, he was pounding her fast and hard, rutting her as she'd asked.

As she took the rough fucking, Rarity followed her sister's lead and spread her hind legs. But instead of meeting the thrusts, she lowered herself to her foreknees, angling herself so that the cock was pressing hard on her clit, even between winks. She had gone from merely pressing her hoof over her mouth, to actually biting it to keep herself quiet. The little bit of sting only added to her pleasure.

Meanwhile, across the room, Sweetie Belle's voice was rising in both pitch and volume as she pushed herself back against Paisley's fingers harder, her orgasm approaching. A few seconds before it was due, Paisley's hand moved back too far, and her thumb slipped free of Sweetie's ass. So when the little unicorn threw herself back a split-second later, Paisley's hand was forced in past her wrist.

Feeling her pussy suddenly twice as full as before, Sweetie exploded in orgasm unexpectedly. It caused her to scream loud and long, throwing her head back, her eyes wide and ears straight up. When she did, her horn just missed swiping across Paisley's breast and face, making the young woman jump. Which only intensified Sweetie's orgasm. Fortunately, she only jerked in place a little, instead of thrashing wildly. Also fortunately—for Rarity's crystal, at least—it also caused Sweetie's voice to crack.

A few seconds later, the ragged screech died down, and Rarity's ears lifted from her skull. A second after that, Sandalwood's hands returned to grip her flanks, having uncovered his own ears. He'd stopped thrusting, but she could hardly blame him. She loved her little sister dearly, but there were things that she'd give quite a lot to change. Like how she could sometimes sound worse than nails on a blackboard…through a megaphone.

Despite the interruption, Sandalwood needed only seconds to return to giving her the good rutting she'd requested. And now that she needn't worry about distracting the other two from their coitus, Rarity took her hoof out of her mouth and letting her own perfectly-ladylike voice be heard, unmuffled. She let herself sink into the pleasure filling her as she barely noticed Sweetie Belle pull herself off Paisley's hand and almost collapse to the floor to recover. She was too focused on Sandalwood's cock, which was starting to bump into her cervix, sending shocks of pleasure through her body to notice her voice changing.

Sweetie Belle drifted back to full awareness to hear the throaty tone her sister refused to ever accept she made. Just another thing about Rarity that didn't make sense to her. While Paisley got off the bench and headed into the kitchen to wash her hand, Sweetie turned her head to watch the her elder sister get rutted.

Rarity was exhorting Sandalwood to keep rutting her, alternating with exclamations of joy. Her voice had dropped an octave in the throes of pleasure, and it vaguely reminded Sweetie Belle of Princess Luna's. Before long, she'd lost her ability to speak entirely, her vocalizations reduced to vulgar grunting.

Seconds later, Sandalwood gripped Rarity's mane and give it a sharp yank, which set off the mare's orgasm. She screamed as the pleasure washed through her, her walls clenching Sandalwood's cock. Despite that, he barely slowed his thrusting, keeping Rarity at her peak. But he only lasted another ten or fifteen seconds before the tight grip pushed him over the edge, and he came, too. His thrusts were suddenly short and jerky as he pumped his cum into the still clenching pussy. While he didn't produce as much cum as a stallion, much less a futa, it was still enough for some to leak when he pulled his softening cock free of the gray lips.

"That was just what I needed, Darling, thank you." Rarity sighed a moment later, lowering her hindquarters to rest on the stool. As the two unicorns recovered, the humans cleaned up. Then they spent a few minutes petting and comforting the ponies through their afterglow, before they all got back to work.

Author's Note

When measuring horses, one hand is four inches, or a little over 10 centimeters, meaning Octavia's anthro form is about 3 in./7.6-ish cm taller than Vinyl's.

Despite the name, brands are nothing so crude as decorative burn scars. Instead, they were more like magical tattoos applied instantaneously and painlessly. All vassals had them, as they had many effects that made it possible to live in pony society. Including a resistance to the elements that meant they didn't need much more than an umbrella in the rain, or a scarf and hat in the winter. Those who were owned by a unicorn, such as Sandalwood, gained a sensitivity to magic, as well as a small amount of telekinetic ability. Pretty much just enough to help carry something that would otherwise have been too heavy or unwieldy. The ability to enjoy and digest pony foods was another vital effect. As was the degree of elasticity necessary to survive taking literal horsecocks that were rarely smaller than a woman's forearm. In whichever hole the pony wanted.

A man's cock can only grow to the ideal size for their owner, not just any pony, but that's not much of a problem. As while they might occasionally be smaller than ideal for somepony not their owner, being too large is almost unheard of, because ponies are extremely elastic. The rule of thumb is that with some warm up, a pony can readily take something twice the circumference of their hoof.

Carousel Carousing (Evening)

"Thank you for dinner, Ms. Rarity." Diamond Tiara said a few hours later, as she pulled on her saddlebags. She'd arrived maybe half an hour after the sex had wrapped up. She and Sweetie Belle had then spent several hours going over their homework. They hadn't quite gotten though everything before Rarity had called them down to eat, but what little math was left, she could easily get through back at home.

"It's no problem, dear." Rarity said dismissively. "Are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer; finish up your homework, at least?"

"I can't. My parents both said I had to be home tonight, no more than an hour after moonrise. There's some family business in Manehatten to deal with tomorrow morning, and they want me to come with them, to see how to handle it. So they want me in bed early tonight." Diamond explained.

"Well, if you're sure." Rarity conceded, looking out the kitchen window at the setting sun. It hadn't touched the horizon yet, but was only a few degrees off it. "Sandalwood, would you walk her home? I know it's not really necessary," Rarity added quietly, when the filly looked at her, confused, "But he's been a little under the weather the last couple weeks, so he hasn't really left the boutique, and some fresh air would do him good."

After a second or two of thought, Diamond asked, "Do you want me to take a detour, or something? Maybe make sure he isn't backed up, or anything?" Little manipulations like that felt familiar to Diamond Tiara. And good. And doing it for a good reason, like this, felt better than it ever had when she'd done it only for selfish gain.

"Oh, you needn't worry about that, my dear. He gets plenty of relief around here. Of course, that doesn't mean he couldn't do with a little more, if you feel in need of a little relief of your own." Rarity whispered into a pink ear. "And taking the long way home wouldn't do him any harm, either."

A minute later, Rarity watched the human and the filly walk away, before turning back to the kitchen, where Paisley and Sweetie Belle were cleaning the table. Rarity joined them, putting the leftovers away, before letting the other two go and starting to wash the dishes. Her magical dexterity made quick work of the chore, and she was soon heading upstairs, planning to spend her evening reading.

Her plans were derailed, however, when she passed by the open door of her sister's room, and saw two pale bodies curled up together. They were kissing, slow and deep, Paisley's fingers running through Sweetie Belle's mane, and Sweetie Belle's pink and purple tail flicking side to side, caressing the woman's leg and hip.

Rarity watched for a second or two, and just before she headed back to her room, she saw the two roll so Paisley was flat on her back, Sweetie laying on her torso. The kissing continued a second or two more, before Sweetie started kissing and licking down Paisley's neck. Then down her chest, with quick nuzzles to her breasts.

The sight of her sister kissing down the flat belly, her little body wiggling backwards so she didn't have to get to her hooves while on top of the woman, made Rarity aroused. So she kept watching as Sweetie Belle worked her way off the larger body completely, at which point she turned her head and started laving Paisley's thighs.

At this point, Paisley curled her legs up against her body. Slowly, so that Sweetie could reach the whole length of her legs without having to do more than raise the front of her body. Once her legs were curled all the way, Paisley wrapped her arms around them to hold them in place. She also wiggled a little, to fully expose her pussy and ass to Sweetie's tongue, even though she knew her attention would be focused elsewhere at the moment. The first swipe of the small tongue across her sole made her squirm and giggle slightly, but the next few started her moaning.

Sweetie noticed Paisley's reactions, but she was too focused on the feet in front of her. Besides breasts and breastfeeding, feet were her biggest fetish. She didn't know why, but she thought they were so intriguing. Especially toes, which were sort of like fingers, but so small and useless. Adorably so, in her opinion. Not that she was thinking about that at the moment.

Instead, she was busy running her lips and tongue over the soft skin before her. Kissing and nibbling the soles. Both the lightly calloused heel and balls of the foot, and the softer arch. Working her tongue over and between the cute toes. Feeling them wiggle as she took them between her lips to suck on them. She even enjoyed the smell of skin and the faint hint of soap Paisley had washed them with before joining her in her room.

Sweetie Belle was so focused on what she was doing to Paisley that she didn't notice she'd gotten to all fours and reached one hoof back to rub her clit. Rarity did notice, though. And being the good big sister that she was, she approached the bed.

"Mind if I join in?" she asked, her voice a sensual purr. Sweetie Belle jumped a little, then looked over her shoulder, into her sister's smoldering blue eyes. She just nodded, before turning back to Paisley's feet.

Now that Rarity had permission, she eased up onto the bed and settled on her belly behind Sweetie Belle. But instead of starting right away, she took a moment to savor what was before her. The bright fur framing the dark gray anus and lips. Lips which were swollen and almost dripping with arousal. The musky-sweet scent of a filly ready for sex that was coming in waves as Sweetie Belle was constantly winking, flashing her little clit and pink insides.

But after a few seconds, Rarity felt her own pussy wink, so she leaned in and licked Sweetie Belle's sex. She dragged her tongue from the briefly-exposed nub, all the way up to her dock, tasting both the sweet and musty openings. After repeating the action a few more times, Rarity focused her tongue on Sweetie Belle's dripping pussy. She timed her licks with her sister's winking, so her tongue would always brush over her clit when it peeked out.

Listening to Sweetie Belle's moans, Rarity waited until her sister was right on the edge, before plunging her tongue into the tight pussy, as deeply as she could. This set Sweetie Belle off, and she came hard, squirting her juices all over Rarity's muzzle and squealing loudly, though the feet she was worshipping helped to muffle the noise.

A moment or two later, Sweetie's orgasm had run its course, and Rarity finally eased her tongue out of the now relaxed hole. After taking a moment to savor the mostly-sweet flavor of her sister, Rarity licked as much of her face as she could reach clean of the cum she'd been sprayed with.

"Who's ready for round two?" Paisley asked a minute later, once Sweetie Belle had caught her breath. Both ponies perked their ears up at that. Seeing that, Paisley scooted up the bed, laying back against the pillows. That left her propped up high enough to watch the other two. To see their faces as she teased her clit with one hand. To see their eyes glaze with lust as she dipped her fingers inside herself.

Sweetie Belle recovered first, and hopped forward, sticking her muzzle right up against the pumping fingers. The sudden movement brought Rarity out of her daze, and she couldn't stop the pout from showing on her face as she realized that her sister had beaten her to the prize.

The feeling of Sweetie Belle's small, thick tongue parting her folds didn't stop Paisley from seeing the cute moue, and she held her wet fingers up, offering them to her owner. She watched Rarity lick her lips, before sitting up and changing into her bipedal form. The sight of the gray cock instantly springing to full hardness made Paisley moan. Or maybe it was the lust in Rarity's blue eyes. Not that it mattered which it was.

As Rarity scooted forwards on her knees, her eyes dropped from Paisley's fingers to focus on her sister's plot, and she smiled as she realized that Sweetie Belle was definitely warmed up enough to take her cock. So she grabbed the pale flanks, and pressed her flat tip against the still dripping lips. Some gentle pressure and a little twisting of her hips later, and Rarity popped inside, making her sister yelp into Paisley's pussy. The vibrations made her buck her hips against the filly's mouth and moan, which mingled with Rarity's groan of pleasure, at feeling the hot, wet squeeze of her sister's body.

Rarity took a second to recover before she pushed deeper. She pushed in up to her medial ring with one slow, steady motion before stopping. Then she took Paisley's hand in both of hers, and sensually slid the wet fingers into her mouth. Keeping her blue eyes locked on Paisley's honey-colored ones, Rarity took her time collecting the tangy nectar from the woman's digits. Hearing a needy whimper brought a sultry smile to Rarity's face, and she started bobbing her head, cooing in return.

For over a minute, she played her tongue over her vassal's fingers, not stopping until well after every trace of flavor had disappeared. Finally letting Paisley's hand out of her mouth, Rarity leaned forward far enough to press their lips together in a loving kiss.

A few seconds later, Sweetie Belle let out a little whine and bucked her hips, drawing Rarity's attention back to her. Realizing that the half-buried cock in her pussy was probably making her sister as horny as the scent still in Rarity's nose was making her, Rarity broke the kiss. Sitting back on her fetlocks, she gripped Sweetie Belle's flanks tightly and pulled back, before pushing forward hard. A pleasured yelp erupted from her little sister's lips, and hearing it, Rarity thrust again, pushing her medial ring into Sweetie's clenching pussy.

Several thrusts later, Rarity's hips slapped against Sweetie Belle's, and she stopped briefly, to let the filly adjust. Once she had, Rarity resumed her quick pace, fucking Sweetie Belle roughly. Even though her sister's grip was almost tight enough to hurt, she was nonetheless wet enough for Rarity to move easily. With every thrust, Rarity would pull back far enough for her medial ring to pop out of Sweetie's pussy, before slamming herself hilt-deep.

To her credit, Sweetie Belle kept up easily, meeting Rarity's thrusts with her own. She also kept eating the pussy in front of her. Nothing too complicated, just basic swipes of her tongue, but it was enough to bring Paisley to the edge in only a couple minutes. And when she heard Rarity say she was getting close, Sweetie started flicking her lip over Paisley's clit, which gave her that last little push needed.

Throwing her head back, Paisley let out a throaty scream as she came. The pleasure washed through her, making her hips buck viciously, and her pussy clenched around nothing as she squirted. It wasn't nearly as much as a mare would let out when she came, but more than a few drops splashed over Sweetie Belle's tongue and lips. The filly kept licking though, wanting to make her partner's orgasm as good as it could be. And it felt great, right up until it didn't.

When the feeling got to be too intense, Paisley weakly pushed Sweetie Belle's face away from her. Sweetie barely noticed, she was so wrapped up in Rarity's fucking. The thorough stretching and incredible fullness. The sound of Rarity grunting with effort. The scents of sex and Rarity's arousal, mingling with Paisley's. The rubbing of Rarity's flare and ring over every inch of Sweetie Belle's pussy, including her g-spot, and the grip of Rarity's hands on her flanks.

All of that had already pushed Sweetie Belle over the edge three or four times. But despite that, the filly was still very aroused, however. There hadn't been enough build-up to any of them to really satisfy her, and she didn't think her approaching orgasm was going to be any different. Not that she could think much at all, in her current condition.

*CRACK*

Suddenly, all thought was obliterated. Shattered by the feel of Rarity's hand impacting her flank hard enough to sting, and the fragments washed away by the warm wetness that engulfed her little horn. Sweetie Belle's orgasm hit her like a freight train, almost rendering her unconscious. Her body clenched front and back, leaving her mouth open wide in a silent scream as her throat locked, and nearly crushing her sister's cock. At the same time, she also squirted front and back.

Rarity was almost as overwhelmed as her little sister. The grip on her cock had grown to a slightly painful crushing, but the splashing of pussy-juice against her hips and the feel of raw magical energy flowing through her mouth set Rarity off. As Sweetie's pussy relaxed in between squeezes, Rarity's cock swelled, her cum rushing up the shaft.

The first shot overfilled what miniscule free space there was within the younger sister, and most of it sprayed out, splattering against the elder's hips. And it was immediately followed by more filly-cum as Sweetie Belle's pussy clenched again.

As Rarity ground her hips against Sweetie Belle's, her second shot went the same way. A little made it into the tiny womb, but not much. Sweetie Belle was too young for her cervix to spread and accept the widely-flared head, and the cum was moving fast enough that it mostly just splashed off the back of the tight pussy.

Even so, Rarity kept grinding her flat tip against her sister's innermost barrier as she unloaded. She also kept up the suction and swirling tongue on the fluted horn in her mouth, almost mindlessly. She wanted her sister to enjoy this as much as she was, and she was doing everything she could to ensure she did.

A minute or so later, the two finally wound down, and Rarity managed to shuffle back far enough for her softening cock to lewdly squelch out of her sister's pussy, before collapsing to one side. While the little hole was gaping wide enough that Rarity could probably see everything, if she were inclined to look, almost no fluids started draining.

Mostly because nearly all the cum had already been forced out, a lot of it decorating Rarity's groin and her thighs. A lot more was pooled on the bedspread, which was an utter mess. It was going to take a lot of scrubbing to get the blankets clean.

"Or a simple trick most of us pick up in a couple weeks." Paisley thought to herself as she got to her feet. She picked up the exhausted filly, holding her under one arm as she folded the bedspread back with the other. When she was put back on the bed, Sweetie curled her legs up, and drifted right off with barely a sound.

Rarity, however, was a different prospect entirely. Especially since her bipedal form was nearly the same size as Paisley, herself. Fortunately, a judicious application of magic made it possible to move her without disturbing her too much.

Now with both ponies off the covers, Paisley had no problem pulling them off the bed and laying them on the floor, cum-stained side down. A few seconds later, she folded them up loosely, with most of the cum now gone, thanks to the cleaning spells built into the floor. She tossed them in the hamper on her way to get a clean replacement.

Once Sweetie Belle was tucked in, Paisley turned her attention to Rarity. She helped the groggy, but semi-lucid unicorn to her hooves, and started for the master bedroom. With a stopover in the bathroom, so Rarity could clean up enough that she wouldn't ruin the bed when she got in. She also had to rinse out her nose, because some of Sweetie Belle's juices from her first orgasm had sprayed directly up her nostrils, and if she didn't clean them out, the scent would drive her mad all night.

"Paisley, would you mind terribly waiting up for Sandalwood to return, then you two lock up?" Rarity asked, as she walked to bed—tired, but under her own power, at least. And on four hooves, as she preferred.

"Of course, Miss."

"And don't forget, breakfast at seven. One poached egg, tea, and toast. Lightly browned and unbuttered." Rarity reminded her, as she settled herself under the covers. Despite waking up a little bit while getting ready for bed, Rarity was out in seconds.

Paisley then dimmed the lights, and headed downstairs to find her fellow vassal was just returning. It only took the two few minutes to get everything set for the night. Getting themselves ready took several minutes more, but they had soon joined Rarity in bed, and drifted off to sleep.

Author's Note

I had thought up the background of this story months ago—inspired by the description of Your Human and You, which I actually stopped halfway through writing this to read, since my curiosity finally got the better of me.—and laid out most of the rules of the verse in my head, though I didn't really have any particular scenes in mind. Then the contest came along, and I realized that this could actually cover at least five of the fetish categories, and I couldn't resist the urge to write it. And I'm glad I did, as it helped me flesh out the details a bit. Such as the whole 'enchanted floors to deal with the bodily fluids everywhere' thing. It also got me to go with the word vassal, instead of slave. Which I personally feel has too many negative connotations for the fun romp I wanted this to be.

This story was written not to see if I could—the other one proved that—but because I could. So again, anything I win is strictly for bragging rights and the money is unnecessary and unwanted.

P.S. Anyone who identifies the reference in the next-to-last paragraph gets a :moustache: