When two partners knew each other intimately there was a rhythm to their life, a regularity that could be counted upon. It was like being totally in sync with another pony, as if every breath, burden, and joy was shared.
Rarity had experienced many relationships like this and had developed deep bonds with quite a few ponies that ran this deep.
She knew that friendships could feel similar, but there were small differences, surface level errors that distinguished them from one another.
For example, Fluttershy was a friend and a friend knew that Rarity liked wine. Fleur De Lis, a lover, knew that Rarity was partial to dry reds, while her husband was aware of the exact pinot noir that she favoured.
Intimacy required knowledge and knowledge required intimacy. It was not an easy cycle to break into and Rarity was well aware of that.
As such, she didn’t comment as Fluttershy poured two glasses of an especially sweet rosé that she wasn’t partial to. Fluttershy was a friend and she was doing the best she could with the few incomplete pieces of knowledge available to her.
“How was your day?” Fluttershy asked.
She approached with the wines, balancing them upon her wings. Thankfully, Rarity was there to assist, using her magic to pluck the glasses free and save her friend from precariously holding them.
Rarity offered a thin smile. “A lot better now that I’m with you. And yourself?”
A hint of a blush coloured Fluttershy’s complexion and she sheepishly looked off to the side.
“I’m…” Fluttershy worked her jaw, searching for the right word. “I guess I’m a little bit nervous.” She then promptly flinched. “Sorry.”
Rarity laughed. “Fluttershy, being nervous is perfectly understandable. We are about to embark upon something that you’ve never tried before. I’d be shocked if you didn’t have at least some reservations going into this.”
She winked at her friend and sassayed over to her overnight bag. As she moved, she ensured that she took a cautious sip of her woefully sweet wine. Sweet wines were dangerous nectars, after all, their sugary nature masking their high alcohol content.
“You just seem so…” Fluttershy began.
Rarity glanced at her. “Confident?”
Fluttershy nodded.
“That’s because this isn’t my first rodeo,” Rarity responded. “The ponies of Canterlot have a rather voracious appetite for the taboo and I’ve been more than willing to partake whenever the opportunity presents itself.”
She placed down her wine and instead embraced her bag in a shroud of magic, unzipping it. Inside were all sorts of things a lady would need to stay overnight with another pony. Though there were also a few less savoury accessories.
The first of these, a crop, she drew out and levitated so that both herself and Fluttershy could see it, hovering it between them. It was made of a sturdy and high quality material while being a solid black in colour.
Fluttershy’s complexion warmed even more at the sight of it. Though she did have the confidence to look at it.
Rarity moved towards her and smiled. “Do you have any questions that you’d like to ask?”
Fluttershy giggled. “About a hundred of them.”
“In that case…” Rarity grabbed her wine and took a dainty sip. “I’ll make sure to savour this glass for as long as possible.”
She placed down the crop on the living room table before returning her attention to Fluttershy. Now, the two of them seemed to grow a little closer, as if confronting the purpose of their night had chipped away at a barrier.
Rarity knew this barrier well, and as such, knew how to handle it with ease.
Fluttershy drew in a breath. “Does it hurt?”
“It only hurts as much as you’d like me to make it hurt,” Rarity answered, motioning with her hoof. “I don’t intend to hit you very hard.” She then winked. “I mean, unless you’d like me to hit you hard.”
“I…” Fluttershy drew in a breath. “I get to pick how hard?”
Rarity nodded. “You get to pick everything about our evening together. What we wear, what we do, what tools and toys we utilize. I am merely a servant meant to help you explore your desires in the safest way possible.”
“I just… that doesn’t…” Fluttershy shook her head. “Nevermind?”
“Doesn’t feel particularly like the fantasy?” Rarity teased. “Well I’m sorry to shatter your worldview but I am only as cruel as you make me.”
She brushed a little closer to Fluttershy, now breaching the distance between friends and into one that was a bit more intimate. Not quite lovers but pursuing the objective with purpose.
They were so close now that Rarity could smell Fluttershy’s coat, picking up on the shampoo she used and the dusting of perfume she applied.
It really was such a beautiful mixture of scents. Fitting for such a beautiful mare.
“Would you like an example?” Rarity asked.
She reached up and placed a hoof against Fluttershy’s cheek, cupping it and gently stroking her complexion.
Poor Fluttershy looked just about ready to burst into an inferno with how intense her blush was. But thankfully, she managed to nod.
Rarity smirked. “May I kiss you?”
Fluttershy’s eyes widened. “W-what?”
“Do I have permission to kiss you?” Rarity asked.
Fluttershy nodded slowly and swallowed a lump in her throat. Though sadly, words seemed to elude her. And without Fluttershy’s word, Rarity was utterly powerless to act on her own desires.
A couple seconds ticked along and Fluttershy seemed stricken when Rarity didn’t lean in and kiss her. For a moment, they just stood there, staring at one another, looking deep into the other’s eyes.
Amusement coloured Rarity’s face, while a desperation marked Fluttershy’s.
“Rarity?” Fluttershy asked.
Rarity smirked. “Yes, dear?”
“Why didn’t you kiss me?” Fluttershy looked off to the side. “Did I… did I do something wrong?”
“You never asked me,” Rarity responded. “I’m afraid that I require a verbal command in order for me to operate.”
Fluttershy bit her lip. “Rarity would you please…” She drew in a breath and let it out. “Would you please kiss me?”
Rarity nodded and leaned forward. “I’d be honoured.”
She dipped in a little closer and a little closer still, nearly bringing their lips together. Only, just as they were about to kiss, Rarity drew back quickly and beamed nice and wide.
“And that, Fluttershy, is your first lesson on active consent,” she exclaimed. “Thank you very much for your help with…”
Fluttershy whined. “Rarity!”
Rarity rolled her eyes. “Kidding, kidding.”
She then dipped forwards again and pressed her lips against Fluttershy’s own. It started as a gentle peck, though one which ebbed with passion. It was warm and kind, the very definition of sapphic bliss, pulsing with an energy that just hovered under the surface.
Then the surface broke as their lips parted.
Rarity took immediate control, pressing back against Fluttershy’s tongue with her own. A gesture which Fluttershy didn’t seem to mind as she conceded to it in an instant. Their tongues met somewhere within their connected mouths, tangoing and dancing around one another.
Fluttershy’s wings ruffled and popped outwards on their own. One of them went behind Rarity’s head and held her tightly into the kiss.
Their passion lasted for only a few moments longer until sadly they were forced to part, drawing away from one another.
Rarity’s eyes fluttered open and she saw that a thin strand of saliva connected them together. There was a look of shock plastered upon Fluttershy’s face as her cheeks were utterly inflamed.
“Wow,” she whispered.
Rarity smirked. “I hope my performance was satisfactory?”
“You are…” Fluttershy’s expression slipped and she giggled. “You are really freaking good at kissing.”
“Well, that’s because I’ve been fortunate to have plenty of opportunities to kiss other ponies,” Rarity replied, winking at her. “Practice makes perfect after all.”
She moved with grace, giving Fluttershy a little bit of room, lest she actually faint from blushing too hard. Not likely but you never knew when it came to a pony like Fluttershy.
“But that kiss was also a lesson,” Rarity dictated. “And the most important lesson when it comes to this kind of lifestyle.” She cleared her throat. “Do you know why I kissed you?”
“Because I asked?” Fluttershy replied.
Rarity smiled. “Exactly. Until we grow comfortable with one another I will only do whatever you tell me to do.”
Once more, she returned to her saddlebag and started to pull out all of the supplies that she’d brought along. In addition to the crop, there were also a sturdy wooden hairbrush, a strap of faux leather, and a wooden spoon, all fun little accessories for marking Fluttershy’s rump.
Then there were the ropes and cuffs, both brought in conservative quantities, just a little something to add spice but not overwhelm the meal. These would pair well with the blinders and blindfold, a delicious appetizer. Though there was no gag, never a gag on the very first session.
As Rarity laid them out in front of Fluttershy, she kept an eye upon her. It was adorable seeing the little blush remain and watch her eyes widen as each of the items was laid out. There was an importance to this observation, giving Rarity a chance to better understand her friend without verbal cues.
After all, if they wished to transgress the barrier from friendship to lovers then they would have to learn about one another as if they were lovers.
“Wow,” Fluttershy said as Rarity placed down the final item. “That’s a pretty serious collection.”
Rarity smirked and sipped her wine. “Just a little something to ease you into things.” She glanced off to the side. “Next time we’re together I’ll tell you about the kind of stuff that Fancy and Fleur own.”
She placed her wine down and exchanged it for the hairbrush, twirling it around and around in the air.
“A simple addition to any impact play collection,” Rarity explained. “Has a nice amount of bite to it.”
She turned away from Fluttershy, exposing her pristine white bottom to her. Without warning, she used her magic to lash out and clap the back of the hairbrush against her own flank.
The blow was enough to edge forth a faint gasp and a whinny of discomfort. She really hoped that it would leave a little pink mark behind. There was always something so nice about seeing a collage of colours upon her flesh. Pinks, reds, purples, and blues were such a wonderful sight to remind her of a good session.
“Would you like to give it a try?” Rarity asked.
Fluttershy bit her lip. “Pardon?”
“The best way to get a feel for something like this is to test it out on somepony else,” Rarity explained. “After all, I would never do something to you that I did not feel comfortable doing to myself.”
Fluttershy looked at the hairbrush and for a moment it seemed like she would not take the offer. She opened her mouth to speak though no words came forth.
Then, at the eleventh hour, she nodded. “Why not?”
She held out her wing and Rarity handed over the hairbrush, waiting until her feathers were wrapped around it before letting go.
It was just a hairbrush, yet Fluttershy was sizing it up as if it were some precious though extremely fragile artifact.
The amount of care that radiated off of her was reassuring. It let Rarity know that this was another pony who knew the importance of what they were about to partake in.
Rarity winked at her and wiggled her hips, offering up the most enticing target imaginable.
Fluttershy slowly drew in a breath and let it out just as patiently. Then she wound back, drawing the weapon away.
It hovered there, for just a moment, indecisiveness practically smothering the room. Once more, it seemed like things would end there, end without even a single shot fired.
Yet, Rarity’s assumptions were proven wrong as Fluttershy huffed. A moment later, the back of the brush impacted against Rarity’s bottom. There was a very muted clap of material against flesh but it was still enough to make Rarity moan.
It might not have been the most intense of blows but it came from a place of trying to learn and Rarity could respect that.
“Not bad,” she said.
Fluttershy nodded. “Did I do good?”
“Did you enjoy it?” Rarity asked.
“I…” Fluttershy smirked and nodded to herself. “I kind of did.”
“Then I enjoyed it immensely, dear,” Rarity teased. “Though I imagine you are looking for me to use that on you.”
She turned away and returned to Fluttershy, brushing up alongside her and nuzzling into the crook of her neck.
Fluttershy sighed fondly. “I think I would like that.”
Rarity’s horn pulsed and she coiled her magic around the handle of the hairbrush. She carefully plucked it from Fluttershy’s grip and hovered it before her eyes.
“Now what I usually like to do is start with my hooves and then work my way up through my toy collection,” Rarity explained before glancing past Fluttershy. “Do you mind if I touch your bottom?”
Fluttershy snickered. “I think I’d be okay with that.”
Rarity moved away from Fluttershy, flicking out her tail and dragging it across her friend’s cheek.
She made her way to Fluttershy’s rear and examined it closely. Fluttershy really did have a lovely bottom, plush for a pegasus with ample territory for Rarity to lash out and punish.
Rarity also couldn’t help but notice the little glistening strands that seemed to mark Fluttershy’s inner thighs.
“Someone’s excited,” she commented.
Fluttershy drew in a breath. “Sorry.”
“Whatever for?” Rarity asked. “We’re in the midst of learning BDSM, I’d be rather surprised if your body didn’t respond to such crass conversations.”
Very carefully, Rarity reached out and rested a hoof upon Fluttershy’s backside. Her rump felt just as nice as it looked, feeling soft with more than enough bounce to it.
“Can I say something brash?” Rarity teased.
Fluttershy nodded. “Of course.”
“You have a fantastic ass, darling,” Rarity quipped. “I think you’d give those Canterlot types a run for their money.”
She squeezed with her hooves and kneaded into Fluttershy’s backside. As she did so, she kept an eye on her friend’s face, trying to pick up on if she was enjoying herself. At least for now she seemed content, her brow knitted and blush persisting.
“Bet you didn’t think we’d find ourselves in this situation even a month ago,” Rarity teased.
Fluttershy giggled. “I’ll be honest, I’ve been… I’ve had a crush on you for a while now.”
Rarity smirked and rolled her eyes. “I would never believe that the mare who’s letting me grope her ass would ever have a crush on me.”
“Is that so?” Fluttershy teased as she offered a nervous smile.
Rarity drew one of her hooves back. “Are you ready?”
Fluttershy nodded.
A second later, Rarity’s hoof clapped down upon Fluttershy’s hindquarters. The blow was of a modest intensity, barely enough to even leave a little pink behind. Still, the clap of hoof against flesh created such a wonderful smacking sound that rippled throughout the room.
“Fuck,” Fluttershy whispered. “That felt good.”
“Would you like another,” Rarity offered.
Fluttershy nodded. “Yes, R-rarity.”
“Very good,” Rarity said. “I’ve honestly been looking forward to this evening all week.” She flashed a smile. “Would you believe me if I said that I’ve also been harbouring a bit of a crush on you over the last couple months.”
“I wouldn’t believe it in a million…” Fluttershy began.
Though before she could finish that thought, Rarity lashed out and clapped her on the backside once again. This blow was a bit more intense, this time actually leaving a little blemished pink behind as her hoof slipped away.
The smack was also audible, rippling throughout the room. This time it was paired with an adorable little yelp from her friend.
Rarity snickered. “How was that?”
“Also good,” Fluttershy answered, offering a shaky smile. “I think… I think that’s a good intensity for now.”
“Good to know,” Rarity replied.
She moved the tip of her hoof along Fluttershy’s flank, tracing around the singular little welt that she had left behind. It was warm to the touch and such a tantalizing thing to appraise. Every time she’d brush against it, even gently, Fluttershy would shiver and let out a pleasured little sigh.
“Shall I go for another?” Rarity asked.
Fluttershy nodded. “Go for a few more if you’d like.”
“Oh believe me, dear, I could keep this going all night long if you desired,” Rarity teased, drawing her hoof back. “There’s just something so divine about beating your ass.”
“I don’t think I’m nearly tough enough for that yet,” Fluttershy replied.
“Not yet, but it’s always the quiet ones who have quite a bit of endurance in them,” Rarity said. “We just have to break you in a little.”
She smacked her hoof down with about the same amount of force as before, this time landing it upon her other flank. It now glowed a matching shade of pink and also ushered forth another faint yelp from her friend.
Rarity glanced at Fluttershy, appraising her. She seemed fine though was now biting her lip. It was hard to tell if that was from anticipation or something of a more negative nature.
This indecisiveness reminded Rarity that they still had a fair amount of knowledge building to go through. Not quite lovers but growing closer with every passing lash, spank, and word spoken in confidence.
In that case, Rarity was only left with one option to assuage her worries.
“Everything alright?” Rarity asked.
Fluttershy nodded. “Y-yeah.”
A waiver in her voice, a slight hitch that didn’t quite sit right with Rarity.
Rarity drew her hooves away from Fluttershy’s rump and instead made her way in front of her. She sat down and reached out, carefully cupping her friend’s cheek.
“Fluttershy,” Rarity began.
Fluttershy swallowed a lump in her throat. “Rarity.”
“Are you just saying you’re okay because you’re okay or are you saying it because you think it’s the answer I’m expecting?” Rarity asked.
Fluttershy went silent and likely would’ve looked away if it were not for Rarity holding her gaze steady.
“You can tell me the truth,” Rarity said. “I promise that my ego isn’t so fragile that I’ll crumple at a simple mistake.”
“It’s just…” Fluttershy began.
She worked her jaw though once more words eluded her.
Finally, she sighed. “I don’t know.”
Rarity frowned. “Maybe it felt good the first time but not the second?”
Fluttershy bit her lip and nodded.
“A totally understandable reaction,” Rarity said, drawing her hoof away. “Bodies are funny things and even more so when we throw hormones into the mix. Every blow is going to feel different, no matter how much I try to replicate the intensity.”
Fluttershy looked off to the side. “You promise?”
“I swear upon my years of experience in this kind of lifestyle,” Rarity responded, holding a hoof to her chest. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
She then leaned forwards and pecked Fluttershy on the lips once again. This gesture was far tamer than the previous one, a simple kiss and nothing more.
Though to refer to any kiss as simple, when it came to Fluttershy, felt woefully unfair to her.
There was nothing simple about her time with Fluttershy, nothing mundane.
Rarity drew away from the kiss and offered a tight smile.
“How did we take so long to get here?” she asked.
Fluttershy shook her head. “I have no idea. I just… I just want to hold you and kiss you.”
“Would you like to do that instead?” Rarity asked.
She leaned forwards, pressing her forehead against Fluttershy’s.
“Because I am your servant,” Rarity said.
Fluttershy hummed and hawed for a moment before shaking her head.
“Maybe in a little while but I’m tougher than just a couple of lashes,” she said, puffing out her chest. “Bring out the hairbrush.”
“The hairbrush?” Rarity asked, biting her lip. “That is quite a step up, my love.”
My love.
Where had that come from?
Fluttershy’s eyes widened a little as she obviously picked up on this statement as well. She didn’t comment on it however, steeling herself and nodding once more at Rarity.
“I want to try out the hairbrush,” Fluttershy repeated. “I can handle it.”
Rarity nodded and soon her horn ignited as she grabbed the weapon in question. With great care, she swung it through the air, getting a feel for its size and weight. Sure, she’d used this a dozen times before and would surely use it a dozen times in the future but she felt like being safe.
No errors could be allowed to happen when it was her precious Fluttershy’s rump that was on the line; no mistakes.
She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Where did these nerves come from?
With Fleur and Fancy, she felt none of this anxiety. But with Fluttershy, she felt like she was stepping around fine china and that the slightest slip up would cost her dearly.
“Are you okay, Rarity?” Fluttershy asked.
Rarity bit her lip. “I suppose I’m also a little nervous.”
“Nervous?” Fluttershy giggled. “I uh… shouldn’t I be the nervous one?”
“You should,” Rarity answered. “Which makes my current mood all the more perplexing.” She examined the hairbrush. “I suppose I am letting my biases pollute my mindset when it comes to you, dear.”
Fluttershy smirked. “Worried that I’ll break.”
“Terrified even,” Rarity teased, offering Fluttershy a passing glance.
Fluttershy was silent for a moment then she steeled herself and held her head up high.
“I don’t break easily,” she declared.
Rarity smirked. “I hope for our sake that you’re telling me the truth.”
She rested the back of the hairbrush against Fluttershy’s flank, rubbing it around in tight little circles. Her beloved tensed at the sensation but continued to maintain her strong front. In any other mare, Rarity would’ve loved to wipe that pride away.
With Fluttershy, she felt something else. She wanted this mare to remain strong and resolute. She wanted Fluttershy to stand proud because of her.
Rarity drew back the brush and watched Fluttershy closely, picking up on every little detail within her body language. There was just so much information sitting there, waiting to be observed. She could sense every twitch and every ripple, every nervous motion and pleasured note of anticipation as it drained along her inner thighs.
“Ready?” Rarity asked.
Fluttershy nodded and this time Rarity didn’t scold her for not using her words.
Instead, she thwacked the hairbrush down, clapping it firmly against her backside. The blow was of a middling intensity but still edged forth a hiss from Fluttershy.
A glowing red mark lingered behind, almost perfectly oval in shape.
“How was that?” Rarity asked.
Fluttershy quivered. “Good, very good.”
“Are you just…” Rarity began.
Fluttershy shook her head and offered an assured smile. Though more importantly it was also genuine. At least, as far as Rarity could tell.
“I liked that,” Fluttershy said. “Not just saying that to spare your feelings.”
Rarity smirked. “I’m glad to hear it.”
Without warning she clapped the brush down again. Like before the blow was of a middling, though slightly greater, intensity. This time not only did Rarity gain a red mark on Fluttershy’s hindquarters but she also managed to edge forth a pleasured whinny from her beautiful pony.
“Fuck,” Fluttershy whispered.
Rarity tutted. “Such language, darling. Am I going to need to wash your mouth out with soap?”
Though instead of doing something so dastardly, she drew back the brush and cracked it down once more, this time with a potent amount of power behind it.
Fluttershy sucked in a breath through her tightly clenched teeth. She vibrated with a tortured energy, hissing as she let out a tense breath in a pained fashion. The mark left behind was such a gorgeous and full-bodied red in colour.
“Whoa,” Fluttershy whispered.
Rarity smirked. “Did you enjoy that?”
“I liked that… I liked that alot,” Fluttershy said. She then turned to face Rarity. “Can I have another?”
Rarity smirked and drew the hairbrush away, weaving it through the air. She made a show of twirling it about. Once more, she surrendered herself to the performance involved, to the pomp and circumstance that went into ceremonies like this.
“I think it’s time that we added a new dynamic into our play,” Rarity offered.
Fluttershy cocked a brow. “Oh?”
“I want to hear you beg for it, dear,” Rarity said.
She took a step past Fluttershy, brushing alongside her as she made her way in front of her. Though just before leaving this intimate distance, she docked her tail to the side, giving her dearest a chance to see what this performance had done in terms of her own arousal.
After all, Rarity could feel the moisture between her haunches and had little doubt that it drained along her inner thighs. From this close, Fluttershy would likely smell the raw lust involved.
As she glanced back at Fluttershy, she saw that a reddish hue had returned to her beloved’s cheeks. She really did look so adorable when she was flustered.
“Wow,” Fluttershy whispered.
Rarity chuckled. “I am a mare with very specific interests and you just happened to touch upon all of them.”
She turned to face Fluttershy and reached out with the hairbrush, holding the back of it to the underside of Fluttershy’s snout. With this pressure point, she forced Fluttershy’s gaze upwards, forcing her to look her in the eye.
“If you want me to hit you then I expect you to beg,” Rarity teased.
Fluttershy bit her lip. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Then there’s no better time to learn,” Rarity said. “Trust me, I know you’re going to love it.”
Fluttershy swallowed some of her nerves, drawing in a breath as she did so.
“Would you please spank me?” she whispered.
Rarity cocked a brow and tilted her head to the side. “Pardon, dear? I could hardly hear you.”
Fluttershy whined.
“I’ll need you to speak up if there’s something you’re looking for,” Rarity said.
She threw off the biggest shit-eating grin that she could muster.
Fluttershy whimpered but steeled herself. “Miss Rarity, would you please spank me?”
At the very least, she was now audible.
Rarity hummed and pursed her lips together. She looked away from Fluttershy, making a show of actually judging the evidence presented to her. Though they both knew exactly what her decision was going to be.
Though she made sure to draw it out, loving the feeling of Fluttershy’s growing anticipation.
Second by second, Fluttershy seemed to grow a bit more impatient, scuffing her hoof upon the floor. She wanted this, wanted this as bad as Rarity did.
Finally, Rarity struck, doing so with little warning. The hairbrush zoomed through the air and smacked the fatty part of Fluttershy’s flank. This one was hard, not impossibly hard, but hard by an amateur’s standards.
It had its intended impact as Fluttershy yelped and stumbled forwards. A nice red mark joined the others, turning her yellowish coat into such a wonderful series of reds, pinks, and hopefully purples.
Though the intended effect was joined by a very unintended one.
“Too much,” Fluttershy whimpered. “Too much!”
Rarity dropped the hairbrush and quickly drew close to Fluttershy. She threw her hooves around her and held her tight, feeling her lover quiver and quake against her. There was a ripple under the surface, not quite a sob but something that could turn into one if it were not addressed.
Maybe they were not quite lovers yet. After all, if they were, then Rarity would’ve known beforehand that this was too far.
“I’m sorry, dear,” Rarity said. “I… I don’t know what overcame me.”
Fluttershy whimpered. “That hurt.”
“I know it did,” Rarity whispered, sighing. “I just… I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s fine,” Fluttershy said, her voice slightly stronger. “I bit off more than I could chew.”
Rarity looked her in the eye and saw that there was a hint of a smile upon her complexion. And thankfully, those tears that had threatened to break free had been stopped on their own. She didn’t know what she would’ve done if she’d actually made Fluttershy cry.
Not that she had a problem with doing that. Though mostly with ponies who asked very enthusiastically for such things.
She reached forth and stroked Fluttershy’s cheek. It felt warm.
“That was fun,” Fluttershy said. “But I think I could use a bit of a break for now.”
“Breaks are good,” Rarity agreed.
She drew away, giving Fluttershy some space. Then she motioned towards her bedroom.
“Could I be so bold and suggest that we cuddle for a little while,” she offered.
Fluttershy smirked. “You may.”
“Then shall we?” Rarity asked.
Fluttershy nodded and made her way towards the door. Though it would seem that some of her sultry nature remained as she docked her tail to the side and winked at Rarity; both with an eye and something much more tender.
“Do you mind if I ask something bold as well?” she asked.
Rarity snorted, unable to pull her gaze away from her friend’s anatomy. “What’s that?”
“Can I eat your pussy?” Fluttershy asked as she batted her lashes. “Or is that a bit much?”
Rarity’s cheeks burned, turning her white into a proper pink. She was frozen in place, practically petrified by the suggestion.
Fluttershy smirked. “And I thought I was the bashful one.”
Rarity made a distressed little noise.
“Now see here, darling,” she declared. “You can’t just ambush a lady with such unsavoury suggestions.”
Fluttershy rolled her eyes. “Uh huh?”
“It’s most uncouth,” Rarity began. “You’re lucky that…”
Fluttershy spun around and pressed forwards, pushing her lips against Rarity’s own. They shared a kiss and it soon emboldened. Their mouths parted and tongues met somewhere in the middle.
Rarity was surprised, unsure of how it would feel to let Fluttershy take the lead. Yet, Fluttershy led this tango with a seasoned ease, spinning her tongue around Rarity’s and ensuring that she knew her place in this affair. The dance was intimate, but most importantly, it was knowledgeable, playing into Rarity’s desires with ease.
It felt like their union lasted for an eternity but it was over in a matter of seconds, the two of them reluctantly inching away from one another.
“Wow,” Rarity whispered.
Fluttershy snickered. “Sorry, I wanted to be impulsive.”
“Impulsiveness is good,” Rarity said, blinking. “Impulsiveness is really fucking good.”
Fluttershy smiled and turned away once again, resuming her path towards Rarity’s bedroom. This time she was modest and didn’t expose herself.
She pushed into the bedroom and held the door open, allowing Rarity to slip inside after her.
“But how about it?” Fluttershy asked. “Would you like me to eat you out?”
Rarity paused for a moment and couldn’t help but smile.
Maybe Fluttershy did know her a little bit better than just a friend. Because in all honesty, there was nothing that Rarity wanted more than to cram this mare’s face between her legs.
“I would like that very much, my love,” Rarity responded.
Love.
Lover.
Maybe it was time for such labels after all.
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