A Night at Carousel Boutique

Ellie hoped that Rarity would find “tentatively explore” an acceptable substitute for “ravish”. She couldn’t help but feel a bit out of her depth, as Rarity was certainly doing her part of the ravisher/ravishee unspoken contract, positioning her body to emphasize the curve of her haunch in a way that made the pose look absolutely effortless and natural.

Ellie tucked her legs underneath her to crawl herself forward. She had half a mind to toss off the heels she had just realized she was still wearing, and the half-finished matte polish she noticed on her nails as she got on her hands was certainly not what she was used to seeing. But the overall pink-dominated décor of Rarity’s… whatever room you would call this (were they technically having sex in the middle of a commercial establishment?), the bright red upholstery and gold trim of both chaises, her nails and heels, Rarity’s everything… It all fit together, somehow. She was rarely in spaces so curatedly feminine, and she could not help but feel like an infiltrator, in her mind.

But with the way Rarity was looking at her with those half-lidded, come-hither eyes and coy smile, she was at the very least an invited infiltrator, whatever that meant.

The unicorn’s smaller torso meant there was room on either side of her body for Ellie to find purchase for her hands and knees, though she still had to take care to not step on her lovely tail, which brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner forearm regardless. Ellie looked up at Rarity’s face to see absolutely no betrayal of intention, as a lady should not. She smiled determinedly as she positioned her body on top of the unicorn’s, supporting herself on her forearms which were laid down on either side of Rarity’s not-shoulders, and pressed her lips to her muzzle.

She tried to go into it with as much confidence as she could, but the difference between pony muzzles and human mouths was still throwing her off. Or maybe it was jitters from trying to live up to the great job Rarity had done making out with her earlier. Or maybe it was the lack of practice from the dry spell she had already been in before the pandemic started. Or maybe it actually was the fact that she was making out with a horse. Or maybe…

Whatever it was, despite technically being the one providing the force and deciding the rhythm, it was clear Rarity was in control. If there were such a thing as power bottoming for makeouts, Rarity was doing it, and doing it well. The way she responded to each lip press, sanding off the blunt edges and finishing it off with a smooth suppleness that Ellie wished she could do so effortlessly. The way she turned each exhale between liplocks into a Rarity noise. How good she was at moaning…

This was true confidence, not the swagger and crude humor Ellie used to substitute for it. Combined with sheer technical skill, they were the things you’d need to actually bottom well. To turn it from the mere state of being the one receiving into one half of an experience-crafting duet, though Ellie readily admitted that she would be the less-skilled half of that performance.

All that definitely made Rarity a rarity, at least in Ellie’s personal experience. How ridiculous was it that she had to be blasted into a universe of magical horses to find somebody like this? Somepony like this? Because she was, in fact, making out with a horse?

She broke the kiss, then touched her nose lightly to the tip of Rarity’s own and held it there, smiling as Rarity’s lips pursed at the air, calling for her own. She looked deep into those ridiculously blue eyes for a few moments as Rarity smiled back.

Then she moved her face down, planting kisses on Rarity’s chin and down the side of her neck, slowly getting used to the feeling of coat on her face and lips as she did so. The soft and smooth texture endowed by her immaculate maintenance routine certainly made it a lot easier. But what she was not used to was how the neck just kept going past where she would have expected, and did not terminate in a shoulder but rather just sort of attached to the rest of her body. She doubled back, stroking her opposite cheek with the thumb of her left hand as she did so, then set herself to turn her head so she could nibble at the bottom of her ear…

Right, farther up. To start nibbling up ears that were a lot higher and up-pointier than human ones. Ears that flicked at her face adorably. She thought to herself how they were better than human ears, then chided herself for deciding that already after having sex with just one horse. No, surely it was Rarity making this experience so special. She and the adorable giggly humming noises she was making as Ellie worked her way up to the pointy tip.

She opened her eyes to see the crest of her ridiculously high-maintenance purple mane and the gleaming white keratin of her horn. Right, because she was a unicorn. The thing that was synonymous with “something that doesn’t exist.” The thing that gross straight couples were looking for when they messaged her on dating apps back when she presented more soft-butch, years ago now. She tried to stifle it, but she began giggling uncontrollably at this. From her viewpoint, she could see Rarity’s huge eye open and look up at her, concerned.

Still giggling and feeling absolutely ridiculous, she extended her tongue and licked the base of her horn, expecting to feel and taste nothing but cold keratin. But that was not so. Instead, it felt warm and tingly, like a concentrated version of the aura Rarity used to hand her things or push her fingers away. Rarity let out a stifled yelp, which was very interesting. Curious, she gave Rarity a full, slow lick up her horn, and Rarity let out a low moan in a way that sounded performative, but Ellie could tell that was a Rarity flourish on an otherwise involuntary act. Very interesting…

Positioning her face for it, she opened her mouth and took in Rarity’s horn, wrapping her lips around it and using her tongue to give brushing licks around the side. She had been wary of the sharp point, as getting her palate run through while going down on a magical talking unicorn’s horn was somewhere below the bottom of her list of possible ways she thought she could end up dying, but she had to admit that the sheer ridiculousness of it meant that she probably would have no regrets if that did happen. But she didn’t even have that to worry about, as the point was well-cushioned by more of that same warm, tingly aura that pulsed back against her tongue and lips.

As she bobbed her head up and down, pressing with her lips, feeling the length of the horn in her mouth, Rarity’s moans and exhales became less and less refined as she began breathing heavily and shuddering. The sheer novelty of witnessing such an uncharacteristic loss of control excited Ellie even further, and she was setting herself to double down on the act when she felt a hoof tapping on her side.

She popped the horn out of her mouth and moved back to face Rarity, concerned. The unicorn was panting, but trying to hide it, dabbing off the sweat on her face with an aura-held handkerchief. (Hoofkerchief?)

“My apologies.” Rarity started, which struck Ellie as a rather odd way to start. “I should have realized that as an outsider to Equestria, you wouldn’t know the associations…”

“Associations?” Ellie blinked. “Oh, sorry! I really should have asked before doing something like that!”

“No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Rarity assured. “If you had, I would have blasted you away after that first lick!” She gave a short, maniacal laugh that took the edge off just how casually she dropped that. “But I was… taken by how such a refined gentlemare such as yourself could act so crudely, yet in such an innocent manner… The combination was…” She smiled oddly. “I must admit, I do feel rather ravished.”

“Oh, yeah!” Ellie grinned awkwardly. “Happy to be of service!”

“But you must understand!” Rarity insisted. “I am not the type of mare to do such a thing on a first night together.“

“I… Uh…” Ellie frowned awkwardly. “Rarity, that doesn’t really mean anything to me? Like, before a minute ago I had no idea unicorn horns were even intimate parts like that.“

“Really?” Rarity exclaimed, incredulous. “It is the most intimate part of me! My horn is my livelihood! All of my skills in measuring, sewing, cutting! And not only that. My horn is how I lift things. Hold things. Feel things.”

Ellie’s eyes widened as she felt a warm, tingly aura grope her right cheek, and not the one on her face.

“And there are a great deal of things that I enjoy feeling.” Rarity smiled lasciviously, back in control. “It takes a lot of trust and intimacy for a unicorn to be comfortable to have their horn inside of somepony like that. From both parties, mind you! One burst of magical energy and I could have, well, not to be crude, but I could have killed you.“

“Haha, yeah! Yeah, I didn’t really think through any of that…” Ellie agreed nervously. “Thanks for not accidentally killing me during sex.”

“Oh, could you imagine the headlines?“ Rarity placed the back of her hoof on her forehead in a woe-is-me. “Quel scandale! I would not be able to sell a dress in any of my boutiques for at least two seasons!” She then looked at Ellie. “Oh, and it would be a shame if Equestria lost somepony as charming as yourself before your time, of course.”

Ellie laughed, as she couldn’t help but be charmed by her priorities. Then, she had an idea.

“Hey, uh, does that mean then the most intimate act for a unicorn would be putting their horn in, well I don’t know what your word boundaries for this are, but uh, the part of me you were paying a lot of attention to earlier?“

Rarity’s eyes widened and her cheeks reddened slightly. “Oh my. Well. Well. I must remind myself that you truly are curious and are not just simply being crude.”

Ellie did not admit that she was also partially just being crude.

“Again, I do not normally speak of such things so casually, especially since a proper lady does not ‘kiss and tell’…” Rarity took in a breath, as if to prepare. “But yes, I have done the act you deduced the existence of. It was very meaningful and intimate, as such an act should be. And I am sorry to inform you that I would not be comfortable with doing that with you tonight.”

“Whoa, hey!” Ellie made a “slow down” sign with her open palm. “I wasn’t suggesting it or anything. I mean, I wouldn’t be comfortable with doing that either!” She smiled. “It sounds really nice, though. I’m glad that you got to experience that.”

“Yes…” Rarity smiled softly, looking away in remembrance. “It was.” Then she looked at Ellie, still smiling softly. Ellie felt a warm aura on her cheek, on her face this time. It felt nice. She grinned goofily.

“So, uh, are there any other body parts of yours that we should have a discussion about before I touch?”

“Well…” Rarity looked up in thought. “I suppose I really cannot assume how you humans approach things…” She frowned. “It is difficult to speak of it in a refined manner, but there is the issue of, shall we say, the back passage…”

“Oh, our two species are in agreement about that!” Ellie agreed. “Well, at least I’m in agreement. I can’t really speak for everyhuman. But yeah, I’d want a discussion before doing anything with that, too. If there is anything is to be done.”

Rarity just smiled in response. She didn’t need to say anything else.

Ellie had another idea. She put her face up to Rarity’s ear, as if to nibble it again. Rarity turned her head to let her, and Ellie did nibble it a bit. But then she put her mouth inside her ear and whispered:

“Your horn felt and tasted so good in my mouth.”

Ellie could hear Rarity’s breath hitch, and she pulled back to observe that she had gotten the effect she wanted. Rarity’s eyes were wide, her cheeks red, her control lost again. It was delicious.

She smiled and bent down, nuzzling the coat of her cheek with her own as she began a trail of nuzzles and kisses leading south. As she did so, she set her jaw first one direction than the other, popping the joints in preparation for her destination. She hoped her skills would transfer over well enough to cash the check she just signed when she got there.