Discipline & Pleasure

Every afternoon, between 12 and 1, the curtains were drawn at the Carousel Boutique. A sign would then be placed on the door, written in neat, flowing script, informing the reader that the dress shop is closed at the moment, to reopen at precisely 1 p.m., and apologizing for any inconvenience this might cause. The door was unlocked, but no pony had ever been so crass as to disregard the regretful guardian posted at the door. Everypony knew the Boutique was closed.

This was Rarity’s alone time. Within her temporal oasis, she was uninterrupted by customers, sisters, or friends. Even Opal was confined to a single, albeit large, back room. Sometimes candles would be lit. Occasionally music would be played. On this particular day she had opted for lilac incense.

In the bedroom upstairs, the white mare’s hoof traveled down her belly towards her nether region. Her body shivered on the bed as she teased her nipples, already erect in anticipation. As her hoof dipped lower, running along her outer lips, she realized just how wet she was.

Strange, her heat wasn’t due for another week. Perhaps it was the stallion who had visited her shop earlier that day. Broad shoulders, tight flank...he didn’t seem particularly interesting, she pondered, but he might be good for a roll in the hay.

A translucent purple aura surrounded her horn as she delved into the bottom drawer of her nightstand. She levitated it from beneath the few bolts of fabric thrown over it for cover. The blue dildo made its way to her spread hind legs, its large head running over the glistening lips of her pussy, lingering over her clit. A low buzzing sound emanated from the shaft as the unicorn used her magic to start it vibrating. She teased herself with the toy, and a moan escaped her lips. Normally she would take longer, drawing the act out for the whole hour she has allotted herself, but the delicious burning in her hindquarters wouldn’t be denied.

As she meditated upon the pleasures soon to be visited upon her body, a knocking on the door below disrupted her thoughts. Very occasionally, she was reminded that not all ponies understand manners in the same way she does, and this lead them to disregard even the clearest and most politely-written notes. They failed to understand how a mare that woke up before dawn in order to take their orders, design and create their outfits might take some time for herself during the day. Thankfully, they usually took the hint after their initial attempts to summon her failed.

That day, however, the knocking continued. While she was tempted to dismiss this impatient customer - if it were her friends they would have at least called out to her - there was no way she could get down to business with such a distraction. Rarity was then faced with the undesirable task of putting off her impending ecstasy to answer the door and turn away said customer as politely as possible.

Who knows, she thought, perhaps it would be the stallion from earlier? She could only hope.

With a sigh, she placed her blue friend back in the drawer, replacing the cloth on top of it. Tying on her long bathrobe in order to avoid any awkward questions, she moved downstairs and to the front door to meet her instructionally-impaired visitor.

Only when she cracked the door open to peer out, there was nopony there. It was when she looked down that she noticed the pale magenta earth pony in front of her.

“Well, it’s about time! I can’t wait around here all day” exclaimed Diamond Tiara, one eyebrow raised as she contemplated the older mare at the door.

Realizing who it is, Rarity almost lost her poise. She felt herself assuming her lecturing stance, shoulders raised and brow lowering, but reason quickly took over. If I start arguing with her, I’ll be lucky if I get 10 minutes to myself this afternoon.

Affixing her most gracious customer-disarming smile, she addressed her sister’s nemesis, “Apologies for the inconvenience, Ms. Tiara, I was, hmm, busy with another customer’s order. Now, what--”.

“Look, I’m in a hurry. My father sent me to pick up my dress for tonight, and I have other things to do this afternoon.”

Rarity paused. The dress was ready - well, almost ready. “If I’m not mistaken, you were due to pick it up at close today, so it’s not quite ready. If you’ll just come back later on--”.

“My father told me to tell you that this was extremely important, and that you’d understand how valuable our time is.” The young earth pony’s voice raised higher. “You understand, don’t you?”

Rarity needed to get the filly off her doorstep as quickly as possible before she attracted somepony’s attention - an argument with a customer, especially in public, was hardly good for business. “Yes, okay, well, do come in, we’ll work something out.”

She contemplated her options as she let the earth pony into the shop. At this point, she was torn between delivering one of her class-A dressing downs of Ponyville’s most stuck-up filly or just skewering her on her knitting needles. This was absolutely horrible - not only had her break been ruined, but that burning in her haunches hadn’t left. Not to mention that she was being ordered around by somepony her sister’s age.

As the white unicorn turned to Diamond Tiara, she felt a twinge in her loins. Her unwelcome guest was looking at the dresses on display around the room, swishing her tail back and forth, inadvertently giving the horny mare a provocative view of her hindquarters.

Rarity’s taste in the bedroom was rather diverse. While she preferred stallions, Ponyville’s overwhelming majority of mares meant that same-sex pairings were common. She’d had her share of flings and a few serious relationships, but her true desires remained unsatisfied. As many times as her eyes lingered over Sweetie Belle’s young friends, she was reminded that to do anymore than look would be impossible.

“Hello? Where’s my dress?”

Rarity started, blushing briefly, hoping that she hadn’t been caught staring at the young mare’s flank. “Just a moment. Ah, well...I was going to ask this when you came by to pick it up, but when was the last time you were fitted? The measurements your father gave me seemed a bit, ah, outdated.”

The young mare exhaled in frustration. “I don’t remember, probably last year, it wasn’t that long ago.”

The dressmaker’s eyes glimmered, feeling the balance of power shifting back in her direction. “Well young lady, we mustn't have you going out in ill-fitting déguisement. It would be an embarrassment for both of us. Now, up on the stage, the sooner I take your measurements, the sooner you have your dress.”

Diamond Tiara began to protest, stopping short when Rarity furrowed her brow in further disapproval. “Fine. But this better be quick.” She made her way to the table in a corner of the room, mounting it with care.

The dressmaker contemplated her subject. Through the drawn curtains, afternoon sunlight played upon the smooth magenta back of the young mare. Though she already had her cutiemark, she was still in that period of transition between filly and adult. Her body was filling out, though, especially her flank. Rarity felt a renewed wetness in her hindquarters, her scent blending with the lavender wafting through the house. She hoped the candles were strong enough to mask her growing arousal.

Tools rose from their resting places as the unicorn moved through the shop. She advanced on her customer wielding measuring tape between her hooves. Slowly, she ran the tape across her back, carefully measuring her shoulders. As she bent down to read the measurement on her forelegs, she peeked between the younger mare’s haunches, licking her lips at the sight of the girl’s budding pink teats. It wasn’t just her flank that was filling out.

All the while, she talked to her customer. “My, you have been growing, it’s a good thing we took these measurements before your dress was completed, otherwise who knows what would have happened.”

Tiara’s shoulders rose at the comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Rarity moved her hoof slowly, almost sensually over the young one’s back as she stretched out the measuring tape. “Why, it means you’re growing up, dear. Anypony can tell that. I would be surprised if you didn’t already have a colt-friend.” The tape had reached its terminus at the beginning of her striped tail, and the unicorn’s hoof lingered.

The young mare seemed satisfied with this, and beneath her hooves the unicorn can feel her relax. “Actually, I don’t. Not yet, at least. My father would never approve. Not until I’m older.”

This was music to Rarity’s ears. Her body was moving like clockwork now, completing the measurements on the girl’s back. “How about a marefriend? Surely there must be somepony.”

She pressed more firmly as she ran the tape over the debutante’s croup, gliding her hooves over the soft rump. Tiara shifted under the pressure. “I’m sorry, am I hurting you? I have to press hard to make sure you’ll have just the right measurement.”

The teenager glanced towards her. “I’m fine. And no, I don’t have a marefriend right now either.” Rarity’s hooves linger over the crown-shaped cutiemarks on the girl’s smooth rear, pressing down as she pretended to read the tape.

“Is there much more you need to do?”

Rarity didn’t respond, humming to herself softly, entranced by another sensation - the tell-tale scent of the filly’s desire. She felt the hips between her hooves squirming.

“I think I need to go,” whined the filly.

Rarity held her customer in place, raising her head to look her in the eye. The girl’s eyes were wide. “Nonsense. You intruded upon my break time with so much urgency, and I simply must have these measurements if I’m going to finish your dress for you. Is this understood?”

Her hooves still on the filly’s rear, she waited until the girl nodded to remove them. The unicorn could feel sweat beading her brow as she wrote down the information she needed. “We wouldn’t want your father finding out how his daughter lacks the proper respect for her elders.” She knelt down carefully before the younger mare, tape in hooves.

“And besides, we’re almost finished. I just need to measure your inseam and we’ll be all set.”

Rarity licked her lips once again - her mouth was cotton. Up to this point, everything she had done could be dismissed as professional conduct, but she was skirting a very dangerous line. I should just insist she go home, take care of myself, and finish the dress afterwards.

Her new position gave her a clear view of Diamond Tiara’s magenta belly. She bit her lip and suppressed a gasp as she once again took in her customer’s still-developing teats, topped with small pink pearls.

Breathing deeply to focus, she could still smell the distinct musky perfume of a very turned on young mare. She felt overwhelmed. Okay Rarity, here goes. She still wasn’t sure what she was doing as she began to wrap the tape around the filly’s right haunch.

The unicorn felt the filly’s muscles tighten under her hooves as she held still. She almost felt bad for the girl - she was most certainly in over her head on this. Almost. Serves her right for being such a bother. And so spoiled! Rarity’s hoof made its way over the unexplored territory of the girl’s right breast, pressing against it as she moved to take the measurement.

They both gasped as the unicorn’s hoof grazed a pink nipple.

Rarity’s head jerked up in concern, but her hooves remained in place, pressing upon Tiara’s breast. “Are you okay, dear?” She hadn’t intended to do that. That dangerous line was becoming thinner and thinner.

The filly’s scowl had returned. “Y-yes, I’m fine, look, are you done yet? This is taking forever and I--” she yelped as Rarity cinched the tape tighter around her breast, her hard nipple straining against it.

“Young lady, must I remind you once again that I am the proprietor of this establishment? You won’t take that tone with me again.”

Despite how turned on she was, Rarity was in full-on lecture mode. “I work here, so I make the rules. And I am in no mood to suffer an out-of-sorts filly who’s in need of a good toss, no matter how much her father is paying me.”

She yanked the tape away as her young customer wheeled around to face her.. The look on the unicorn’s face stopped her cold, though. She watched the frown disappear, replaced by the look Sweetie Belle would have given her had she just been castigated for leaving a mess in the kitchen - apprehension and embarrassment creeping their way onto the girl’s beautiful visage. The filly began to back away slowly, stopping when she ran out of table.

Rarity was fuming. All she had wanted was an hour to herself, and now she had to put up with this? Her anger was quickly clearing, however, as she processed Diamond Tiara’s expression of shock, and smelled the same musky scent she caught when she was near the filly’s rear, now stronger, mixing with her own.

Looking into the girl’s blue eyes, she glimpsed something unexpected - a guarded longing, an echo of her own, straining towards the surface. The unicorn decided to press the advantage.

She cleared her throat, assuming as dignified a pose as she could muster given that she had just lost her composure with a customer after something resembling sexual assault. She removed her bathrobe, already half undone, shrugging it off and leaving herself bare. In a level voice she addressed the filly.

“Look. When I was your age, my mare friends and I figured out how to...well, how to take care of each other, when we needed to.”

She moved closer to the smaller pony, slowly circling the stage as a predator hedging in its prey, tail sweeping aside to give the girl a look at her engorged teats and glistening marehood between those jeweled flanks. Seeing Diamond Tiara’s eyes following her, she said flatly “I don’t mean to be forward, but we simply can’t have you distracted while I’m going about my business.”

Diamond Tiara’s eyes widened again as she took in the older mare’s body, and her suggestions. Despite the show of bravado, Rarity was incredibly nervous, and with her bathrobe off she was acutely aware of her nakedness.

The girl’s brow furrowed in thought, her mouth moving to form a response that wouldn’t come. Then slowly, deliberately, with all the weight and authority her passing years had bestowed upon her, she nodded her head.

Rarity raised one eyebrow, her lips forming into a gentle smirk as she mounted the table. She approached the magenta pony as Opal stalked balls of yarn, eager yet measured steps, taking her time. When she reached the younger mare, she stopped about a meter away and rested on her haunches, once again treating her to a full view of her belly. Diamond Tiara had assumed a similar position, and each took in the mare before her.

Rarity broke the silence, “Have you ever been...intimate with another pony?” The question felt awkward but merited given the circumstances.

The young mare blushed as she answered, “Only a few times, and we never did much,” head lowering to survey the table below her. Rarity moved closer, until she was a breath away from the magenta filly, and gently placed a hoof on the girl’s cheek, guiding her gaze upwards until their eyes meet again.

“Inexperience is nothing to be ashamed of. Would you like to kiss me?” Seeing Tiara nod, the unicorn smiled, almost sisterly. “We’ll start from there, then.”

Rarity lowered her eyelids as she moved her face to the filly’s. She was careful, artful in spite of her excitement, avoiding overwhelming her partner. Her lips brushed over the girl’s mouth as she ran a hoof through her mane, urging her closer. After a few minutes, she felt the earth pony’s tongue on her lips, and her mouth opened, accepting it.

Their tongues played upon each other, dancing as the younger mare wrapped her forelegs around her neck, leaning into her. Tiara’s fumbling eagerness excited her. It seemed the girl had underestimated herself.

After what seemed like an eternity, the dressmaker gently pulled her head away, breaking their embrace. Rarity’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, surprised at the passion of the kiss. The earth pony leaned into the unicorn, and Rarity kissed her brow.

“That was wonderful, darling. I don’t know where you got the idea that you weren’t good at it. Modesty is becoming of a lady, but you should take pride where it is due.”

Diamond Tiara blushed again and grinned. “You weren’t so bad yourself. Let’s do it again?”

The unicorn raised an eyebrow, “Weren’t so bad, eh?”

They kissed again, deeper, more passionately. Rarity ran a hoof over her partner’s foreleg, then moved it lower, over her side and then let it linger near her thigh. She did this a few times, moving up and down her back, probing, questioning. Finally, Diamond Tiara pushed her hoof towards her stomach.

Rarity moved her hoof lower, caressing the other mare’s smaller teats, gently massaging her nipples. Diamond Tiara moaned into her mouth and drove her tongue deeper with urgency. The room was filled with the scent of their lust, blending together and intoxicating the unicorn. She kneaded the teenager’s teats with her hoof as the earth pony spread her legs wider.

She dipped her hoof lower. Pressing against the magenta mound, she felt the young mare’s wetness. Diamond Tiara thrust into her, arching her back, willing her to push deeper. The unicorn paused for a moment, lingering there. She broke their kiss again, leaning back on her haunches.

“Darling,” she panted, “a lady must always remember to give as good as she receives.”

Diamond Tiara got the hint. The mare brought unsteady hooves up to the dressmaker’s teats, massaging them and caressing her nipples. The unicorn returned her hoof to the jewel beneath the young one’s teats, gliding up and down and enjoying the moans she evoked with her ministrations. As her hoof ran to the top of the girl’s slit, Tiara cried out, burying her head into the unicorn's shoulder.

Rarity sighed and brought her other hoof down to her own marehood, rubbing herself in earnest.

She sensed the girl was getting close. With some effort, she pulled her hoof away from her lover’s steaming nether-region, resisting her attempts to push it back.

The debutant whined, desperate for release. “Why did you stop?”

The unicorn adopted a stern look and stood up. “I think we need to figure out a more...mutual arrangement. So if you’ll be so kind as to follow me upstairs, I think we can work something out.”

With that, she dismounted the table and moves towards the stairwell, giving Diamond Tiara no choice but to follow or be left behind. On the stairwell she walked ahead of the girl, swishing her tail from side to side, enticing her.

They stopped at the door to her bedroom. “Enter,” she instructed. “Onto the bed.”

The younger mare climbed onto the dressmaker’s queen-sized four-post bed, eyes trained on the other pony in anticipation. Rarity moved towards her with a slight frown of disapproval. “So Ponyville’s wealthiest filly doesn’t know how to share. I will forgive you because of your age and upbringing, but these behaviors must be broken early or they can become habitual. Clearly you need to be taught some manners.”

Diamond Tiara balked at the criticism. “Why are you lecturing me? I don’t need to be taught anything! You can’t talk to me like this.”

Rarity took the yelling in stride as she made her way to the edge of the bed - she had accepted high-pitched noises as an inevitable product of this encounter. Before the filly could continue, she pressed her muzzle into the girl’s, willing her to be quiet. The younger mare struggled, intent on continuing her rant, but as soon as her mouth opened the unicorn slipped her tongue in, causing her guest to give a muffled squeak.

Feeling the girl yield to her, she broke the kiss and, lowering her voice, and continued. “We’re going to play a game. I’m going to pleasure you beyond anything you’ve ever experienced before. But you’re going to have to return the favor. I’m not going to let you come until I do. Understand?”

Tiara nodded her head once again.

“Good. Now, onto your back.”

The earth pony followed her orders, falling backwards onto the bed, stomach exposed. Seeing this, the unicorn moved between the girl’s haunches, running her tongue over her steaming slit, claiming her prize as she writhed from the attention.

Rarity moved to the other side of the bed, and looked over her nubile guest once again with approval, licking her lips at the sight of her heaving, swelling breast and glistening slit. “Would you like to taste yourself, little one?”

In response, the girl brought her muzzle up to meet the unicorn’s. She kissed the debutant once again, hard on the mouth. Rarity played her tongue against the girl’s teeth before plunging it deep into her mouth. Their tongues danced with each other, the unicorn leading with the earth pony close behind.

Climbing onto the bed, Rarity positioned herself so that her head was directly over the young one’s mound. Never one to rush, she savored the view of the girl’s secret treasure.

She ran her tongue over the girl’s left breast, then took the sensitive nipple into her mouth. Diamond Tiara sighed in pleasure, squeaking as teeth graze her. Her right breast received the same treatment. Rarity bathed the peaks with her saliva, nuzzling them, worshiping them.

The unicorn ceased her ministrations at once and leaned back to bring her rear closer to the muzzle of the girl beneath her. For a moment, the bed was still. A shiver ran through her body as she felt small hooves press into her heavy teats.

Rarity pushed back gently against the pressure on her abdomen, moaning in pleasure. The filly began to play with her nipples, rubbing her hooves against them. The friction on her teats increased, and finally Rarity felt what she had been waiting for - the tentative lick at her steaming cleft.

Her body flooded with pleasure. She gave a soft note of encouragement, and Diamond Tiara began moving her tongue over the unicorn’s slit, hooves still pressed against her nipples. Rarity rocked back and forth on the teenager’s muzzle, dragging her teats across the girl’s chest.

A strong believer in teaching by example, her tongue extended downwards, dipping into the the filly’s pink flower. The unicorn’s touch was gentle but firm, mindful of her lover’s limited experience. When she reached the girl’s clit she flicked her tongue over the rigid protrusion.

She smirked as Tiara thrust her hips towards her. She gave a long lick, parting the girl’s lips lapping at the button on top. Bringing her muzzle down again, she snaked her tongue down into the mound, enjoying the sensation of the mare writhing under her.

She pumped the muscle in and out, feeling the girl mimic her as a less-experienced tongue entered her pussy. They moved their hips in time with each other and establish a rhythm, thrusting into each other.

Rarity moved her tongue faster through the filly’s dripping pussy, feeling the pressure begin to build in her own. She pulled her tongue out slowly, savoring the feeling, the taste.

The girl under her moaned, and from behind her she heard a complaint, “Why did you stop?” The voice was impatient but no longer angry, the rough edges of the filly’s personality smoothed by the need for release.

Rarity was merciless. “Do you want me to finish, young one? You have some work to do still.”

The mare below her renewed her efforts on her hindquarters, rubbing her tongue over the unicorn’s engorged clit. Rarity cried out at this new wave of pleasure - she was so close. She knelt down further, impaling herself on the girl’s muzzle, and buried herself in the filly’s behind.

Her tongue deep inside the girl, she twisted it, pushing towards the top. She delved into the filly with abandon, pushing her young lover to previously undiscovered plateaus of bliss. The young mare convulsed under her, pushing her muzzle deeper into the white unicorn’s pussy.

Rarity screamed with the arrival of her long overdue orgasm, the dam holding back her her juices flooding over the bed and her lover.

She fell alongside the girl on the bed, contemplating the room now fringed with a fuzzy, post-orgasmic glow. It was quiet except for the steady, deep breaths of her and her young companion and the ticking of the clock on the dresser.

Rarity’s eyes narrowed, focusing on the clock, the ticking hands pulling her back to her regimented workday. She gasped. It was 5 until 1, the end of her break! Customers would be arriving any minute now!

Without any delay, she used her magic to clean both herself and her sated companion, still splayed out on the bed in a pose both lewd and inviting. Leaving the earth pony to recuperate, she rushed downstairs with a rather large bottle of perfume, wafting it around the room to clear the smell of sex which had pervaded the whole house.

At 10 past, a rather mussed but no worse for wear Diamond Tiara made her way to the ground floor of the boutique. She found Rarity putting the finishing touches on her dress, another mare with a light green mane looking on.

The unicorn gave her a frown, “Ah, there you are, have you had enough time to think about what you did?”

Turning to address the customer, the dressmaker shook her head. “To think she had the nerve to interrupt my break, demanding I finish her dress! I swear, children these days.”

She levitated the finished product to the magenta pony. “I had to take her upstairs to give her a good tongue-lashing. I hope she got the idea.”

Diamond Tiara paused for a moment, and then assumed a stance that appeared sufficiently modest. “Oh, of course, uh, I’m sorry Ms. Rarity.”

The unicorn smirked briefly. “Let that be a lesson to you. If you come in here like that again, you’ll have to expect the same treatment.”

“Yes Ms. Rarity, I understand.” As the doors swung closed behind her and she emerged into the afternoon sunlight on Ponyville, Diamond Tiara heard the gentle sing-song of the chatter between the two mares resume. She lingered for a moment, taking in the day. It was as if the shop doors had opened up to a vista of the future, with all of its beautiful and terrible possibilities unfolding before her. Eyes forward, she trotted home.