The Rise of Passion

There was a knock at the door.

"I can't come to the door right now," called Gallus. "Who is it?"

"It's me," answered Yona. "Trixie's here, too. Can we come in?"

"If you must."

The door opened, and Trixie and Yona entered to find Gallus sitting at his desk, pouring over his book of classical sculpting. "We're here to collect Sandbar," smiled Yona. "Is he nearby?"

"Very close now," breathed Gallus, scratching his head. "He'll be with you shortly."

"Great, well, it's time to go now," huffed Trixie, tapping her hoof. "There's a rather clear time limit. We have to finish by morning, or it's all over."

"It's not going to take me long to finish," grunted Gallus. "I'll help you in just a minute..."

Trixie cocked her head to the side. "You're joining us? You look pretty engrossed in that book."

"I'm coming," groaned Gallus, holding his breath for a few seconds, then flopping back in his chair, panting. After taking a few seconds to catch his breath, he scooted back, and passed his hoofkerchief under the desk. Sandbar came out with a cum-splattered mouth, wiping it away the cloth.

"Is it time already?" asked Sandbar, wobbling as he stood up. He'd been stuck under the desk for the past half hour and was kind of stiff. "I guess that took longer than I was expecting. He's starting to last longer."

"I don't always want to last less than two minutes," puffed Gallus. "We've been practising."

"Nonstop," smiled Sandbar.

"Well, it's time to go," huffed Trixie, holding out a key.

Yona and Sandbar moved as smoothly down the hall as they could. They tried not to make a lot of noise, but they also weren't trying to make everything silent. They were speaking in hushed tones, but not whispering. If anypony came across them, they wouldn't be thinking that they were sneaking around, merely that they were walking the corridors leading to the teachers' bedrooms, which would only be suspicious after finding Pinkie and Rarity either morphed or missing.

"So, you've been practising a lot with Gallus?" whispered Yona. "Rather than switching around with the rest of us?"

"I've been swapping," whispered Sandbar back. "Gallus is just really insistent that we train often. He wants to be at the top of his game, and I really want him to succeed in that."

"Well, I'm glad, but I'd really like to spend some alone time with you, too. He has a reason he wants to be the best, and I respect that, but I feel like I'm being cast to the side, you know?"

Sandbar lowered his head. "I'm sorry. I do love you, Yona. The only reason I've been so gung-ho with Gallus is that he's so available, always being in my room. I promise, I'll make time for you soon."

Yona smiled and blushed. "Thanks, Sandbar. I love you, too."

They stopped in front of Rarity's door. A fast, rhythmic thumping was heard behind the door. Sandbar turned to Yona and swallowed hard. "Are you sure she's done? It sounds like she's still working in there."

"She should be done. Maybe that sound is something else?" Yona pushed the key into the lock and gave it a turn. When they heard the latch click, she pushed the door open.

Rarity was sitting at her desk, the sewing machine thumping along and eating up her thread. The sheets of fabric she had been binding were sitting on the floor in front of her desk, bound exactly as they were meant to be. Rarity sat perfectly still, her body made of rubber and her hoof compressing the pedal that operated the machine.

"She's going to be okay, right?" asked Yona. "She's not dead, is she?"

"Zecora said the potion would put her into a state of being life-like rubber," said Sandbar, poking at her shoulder. "She should be fine when we give her the antidote."

Yona picked her up, stopping the machine from running. She carried Rarity over to the bed and placed her on her back. "She's supposed to be posable, right? Adjust her so that she can be slipped into the suit."

As Yona went off to the closet to find something to dress her in that would completely cover her tail and face, Sandbar was left to pose her. He started by moving her head into position, finding that her jaw was hinged. Her mouth was very easy to open, and yet it held its position perfectly. He shifted her front hooves down a little bit, as they were already set up to go into an outfit.

Her back hooves were a bit more of an issue. Not that they were difficult to move, but Sandbar had not finished himself off with Gallus, and Rarity was now on full display for him to see. He wondered if she was still penetrable, a question better answered before her legs came down.

He started by pulling apart her flanks. Both holes opened wide as he stretched them. He slipped his hoof into her pussy just a few centimetres, and found it to be very pleasant. She was still warm, and her muscles gripped him tightly.

Hearing Yona approaching, he pulled out his hoof and went back to bending her legs into position.

"Good news," smiled Yona. "Rarity was working on a stealth outfit that tucks away the tail and mane and hides the face. The rest of her can be referred to as an equinequin, explaining the dress. Everypony knows I'm taking her class and doing extra credit work for her, so no one will question why I have an equinequin and extra fabric. I'm making a dress, obviously."

"Right, of course," nodded Sandbar, finishing Rarity's legs. "Do you think we need baby powder? It was kind of difficult to slip into those suits you two made, and her skin feels just like it."

Yona shrugged. "Maybe? Let's try without, first. I don't want to have to clean it up."

Fortunately, they didn't need to take a lot of time fitting her into the outfit, as the stretchy material went on pretty smoothly, and when they were done, Rarity looked like a navy blue equinequin, without the pole holding her aloft. They moved her into position, then mounted her on Sandbar's back while Yona carried some fabric to make it look like he was helping her carry school supplies. They weren't spotted on their way back to Sandbar's room, but at least they had a plan in case they were.