With the end of the month soon approaching, Zecora was getting fairly busy. She was quickly running short on ingredients. Hopefully the market would give her enough to tide her over for at least the next week.

Though the weather was getting cooler, Zecora always felt warm inside when she strolled through Ponyville. Seeing all the friendly smiles that she would get just while passing by filled her with happiness.

However it seemed that one pony in particular wanted a bit more of her attention.

“Heya Zecora! Perfect timing, I was just about to go visit you! You’re not busy are you?”

“Ah, Zephyr Breeze! My time is free, what business do you have with me?”

Before Zephyr got closer, he ran a hoof through his hair, slicking his mane back. “First of all, can I just say I love what you do with your do! Who’s your stylist?”

Zecora simply smirked, walking past Zephyr, nudging him to follow along as she went to the market. “Most mane care products are overblown. All the styling I do is on my own.”

Zephyr stood there in place, dumbfounded for a good few seconds before he finally got a move on and followed behind Zecora. “Wait, you’re joking right? I mean, look at how that mohawk stands!” He exclaimed, slightly ruffling up her mane, his eyes widened even more when he felt how soft it was. “And no stiff chunks?! Oh you gotta tell me what you use! And don’t tell me you just wake up like this!”

“It’s true I work to make my mane rise, though my method’s a secret for my own eyes,” Zecora winked.

“Aw, come on, think of all the ponies that’d love to rock a mohawk! Heheh, look at me, rhyming just like you!” Zephyr chuckled a bit. “But seriously, you can’t share even a little bit? I’d love to try some out on my clients!”

Zecora thought for a moment before turning her head to Zephyr. “My secret’s too precious for you to take it, though I might be more willing if you were to make it.”

“Really? Sweet!” Zephyr pumped his hoof in victory as Zecora walked up to one of the vendors to purchase some goods. “The ingredients can’t be too hard to buy, right?”

As Zecora walked over to the next stall, she shook her head. “What you seek can’t be bought with money, you’ll first need a jar of bugbear honey.”

Zephyr’s face went pale almost immediately. “You said what now? Uh…Can’t I just get like, regular honey or something?”

“If you want manes to stand up tall, you cannot substitute at all,” Zecora warned with a coy smile.

Zephyr winced. There was a good chance that Zecora was totally just joking about the bugbear thing, he just did not want to take that chance. “Err…maybe I’ll just stick to the store-bought stuff…”

Zecora nodded sagely in agreement as she continued her shopping trip. “I don’t think my recipe would help much, as it would lack my special touch. I’m sure if you add your own flair, you’ll stun and dazzle every mare.”

“Heh, well, it takes talent to know talent, I guess!” Zephyr grinned with pride, “Oh! But I didn’t just want to talk shop with you. I just had some questions about next week. So, we’re all gonna meet back at your place for the orgy, right?”

“That’s where we’ll have our celebration,” Zecora nodded before raising an eyebrow. “Did you have a problem with the location?”

“Oh, it’s not that! F-Far from it! Just…I…You have a very lovely home!” Zephyr stammered. “I was just remembering how cramped it was at the beginning with all of us meeting there, you sure we can all get our groove on without someone getting squashed?”

“Ah, I see the issue that you have extended, but I feel that it is already amended. Do not make the mistake and assume, all twenty-five will be back in the room.” Zecora looked through her bags. She would definitely have to go out again later for some special ingredients.

Zephyr started to see where Zecora was going. “Ohhh riiight! Might even be a little roomier when we’re all on top of each other!”

“And if there’s still not enough room to ride, there’s plenty of open space outside.”

“Well, that is a relief! Getting all close and sweaty with some lovely mares does sound fun,” Zephyr leaned in close, wrapping his hoof around Zecora’s neck. “But I prefer my romps to be a little more…breezy.”

Zephyr’s pun/flirt attempt that would usually be met with cold silence was instead given a soft chuckle by Zecora as she gently pushed him away. “It sounds like you’ll have much to do,” she said, ruffling up Zephyr’s mane in a bit of revenge. “For your sake, I hope you don’t blow it, too.”

“I need some of this…and a little of that…Ooh, and a touch of this!” Rarity said to herself as she went fabric shopping.

She walked out the store, with stacks of boxes upon boxes full of fabrics and threads and buttons on her back. Rarity made sure to walk slowly and carefully. Even with her magic, with so many boxes, the best she could do was maintain a delicate balancing act. And to do so required nearly all of her attention.

And such concentration made it so she completely overlooked the griffon she was about to bump into.

The two collided, causing the tower of boxes to start tumbling to the ground.

But before Rarity could cry out in anguish, the griffon moved quickly to grab all the boxes in her claws.

“Oh! You’re a lifesaver, Gabby! You have my utmost thanks!” Rarity sighed in relief, seeing the friendly griffon with all her goods intact.

“No problem, Rarity! You need help carrying these back?”

“If you’d be so kind. You just need to take them to the boutique with me, I’ll handle the rest.” Rarity took half the boxes with her, able to carry the much easier workload.

“This is a lot of stuff…” Gabby noted. “Was there a sale or something?”

“Well, yes, but this is just an advance prep for Hearth’s Warming,” Rarity nodded. “At this rate, I need to get as much of a head start as I can in order to make it in time.”

Gabby grunted as she lifted the boxes up, holding them to the side to see in front of her. “So you decided to buy out half the store?”

Rarity let out a short chuckle. “Well, ordinarily I would have a little bit of help with my shopping. Unfortunately, Spikey went out with Smolder today. However, I can’t let that get in the way, the sales are for a limited time only, after all!”

The two made their way to Carousel Boutique, where the ladies dropped the boxes off by Rarity’s working desk.

“You need my help putting these away?” Gabby offered.

“No no, that won’t be necessary, Gabby,” Rarity waved her hoof. “I have my own methods, you just sit there while I prepare a little thank you.”

“Aw, that’s not necessary, Rarity!” Gabby blushed. “I’m just happy to help!”

“No no, I insist! I need to make it up to you somehow!” Rarity began opening the boxes, putting all the fabrics into different shelves after only giving them a brief glance.

Gabby watched in awe as Rarity organized with ease. “I mean, it was only carrying boxes…”

Rarity shook her head. “Oh, it’s more than that, Gabby,” she explained, still sorting through boxes. “It’s for something much earlier than that.”

“Hm? What would…” Gabby thought back, trying to think of what else Rarity could be trying to make up for. “...Ah.”

“Mmmhm,” Rarity solemnly nodded. “Truth be told, it was a fit of jealousy from me. Well, that and a bit of heat didn’t hurt either.”

“Well, Spike went out a few days later, so I guess the damage wasn’t too severe,” Gabby shrugged.

Rarity let out a heavy sigh. “Yes, that was quite the shame seeing him go like that. I suppose Ember’s lust was far greater than either of ours, hm?” she said with a cheeky grin.

Gabby chuckled alongside her and nodded. “Yeah…”

“Still, I suppose it wasn’t all in vain. You still got to show off your finger skills, even if it wasn’t on who you initially intended it for.” Rarity mused. “It was quite the sight to see. And I’m quite certain Sunset Shimmer was impressed, too.”

Gabby rubbed the back of her neck and blushed.

“It’s a shame that I’ll have to miss out on all of that finger fun. It seemed as though you had such wonderful ideas that won’t make it to the orgy,” Rarity cooed, draping herself over Gabby’s back. “I suppose there’s always Gilda and Gallus, but I doubt they could do it half as well as you could…”

“R-Rarity? What are you saying?” Gabby gave Rarity a confused stare, it almost sounded as if she wanted her to…

Rarity gave Gabby a light peck on her blushing cheek. “Show me, Gabby. Show me all the wonderful things you wanted to do at that orgy but won’t get the chance to.”

“Wait…are you sure?” Admittedly, it’s not like Gabby wasn’t thinking about getting even with Rarity after what she did. Even today, when she happened to bump into her, the idea of how to enact revenge was absolutely on her mind. She just didn’t expect the opportunity to be gift-wrapped to her.

Rarity nodded with conviction, laying in Gabby’s lap in a similar position to Sunset. “I did say I needed to make it up to you, did I not?”

Well, there was no reason to turn down this opportunity, even if it wasn’t exactly how she planned it.

“Well, I know that most ponies really like it when I do this…” Gabby reached down Rarity’s body, using her talontips to slowly circle around her vulva.

“Nnnf…! Y-Yes, I can certainly see the appeal…” Rarity moaned.

Gabby felt Rarity’s head lean against her chest. “Y-Yeah…Sunset especially liked it when I did this…” The griffon brought her hand up, using a single fingertip to rub Rarity’s clit.

“Mmm! Oooh! A-Am I just getting the Sunset treatment, Gabby dear?” Rarity looked up with a sly smirk. “Isn’t there something different you’d like to try?”

Gabby’s cheeks were burning up. She was the one clopping Rarity out. She was getting her revenge. She had her claws on the needy marshmallow pony pussy. Why didn’t it feel like she was in control?

“W-Well, if you wanted something special…then here’s something only a griffon can do!”

Gabby spread her wings out, wrapping them around Rarity as her arms gave the unicorn a loose hug, her hands keeping Rarity’s pussy lips spread. The tips of her wings went to her crotch, stroking against her wet lips.

Rarity shivered in delight, unable to squirm far due to Gabby’s embrace. Not that she wanted to go anywhere in the first place. The feeling of a soft wing against her delicate parts wasn’t foreign to her, though she never had fingers holding her pussy spread at the same time.

“So much squirming, and I barely started…” Gabby teased. Her wings took turns slowly going up Rarity’s crotch, doing a quick flick at the clit, then going back down. “I want to savor this moment as much as you do…”

Rarity felt a wing deviate and stroke her inner thighs, making her shudder and squeak, still trying to keep a bit of composure. “By all means…I’m not planning on going anywhere, after all…”

Gabby turned her head to peek at Rarity’s face. Despite her attempts to play it cool, her face was more red than white. She angled her wings slightly, making them move a little bit slower, but more feathers were stroking her at the same time.

The change was definitely enough to put Rarity even further on edge. Her breathing became more audibly labored, her pupils shrank, and her hooves twitched and bucked involuntarily. “Aaaaah! Mmmph! Hah…G-Gabby…!”

“Mmhm?”

A few beads of sweat dripped down Rarity’s forehead as she greedily thrust her hips, trying to speed up the process of those soft feathers rubbing against her, but Gabby’s hand was firmly holding her waist down. “It…! It feels so good! Y-Your wings! Nnnf! I…I need…!”

Gabby leaned in, whispering in Rarity’s ear. “You need what? Say it.” Her wings stopped just before one of them touched her clit, the feathers were damp with her juices.

Rarity stared down at the unmoving wings, a bit of drool dripping down her chin as she turned her head to look Gabby in the eyes. “I…I need you…”

Gabby said nothing more. She smirked, and let her wings finish the job.

Rarity opened her mouth to let out a cry of ecstasy, but before the sound could escape, Gabby locked lips with the needy mare, ensuring her orgasmic moans were muffled.

“HAHA! FUCK YEAH! DAT’S MY GIRL!” Babs pumped her hoof in the air.

Somewhere else in Ponyville, Pinkie’s entire body felt a cold chill. “Ooh, I think Rarity just got eliminated!” She said cheerfully.

“Deserved,” Applejack said, taking a sip of cider with a smirk on her face. "Good job, Gabby."

Spike and Smolder leaned back against the hot tub at Ponyville’s spa, de-stressing after an eventful day.

“Haaaah…that’s the stuff…” Spike moaned as he sunk a little further into the steaming water.

“Oooh, this stuff does wonders for the scales…” Smolder nodded.

“It’s always nice to just come here and relax…” Spike murmured as he started to close his eyes in relaxation.

Smolder chuckled sarcastically. “Just relax, huh? You sure you don’t wanna leave and see if Mrs. Cake is getting a deep and sensual massage right now?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Spike groaned. “Can’t believe Gallus talked me into doing something like that…”

“But you’d still do it again if you could, wouldn’t you?”

“Er…”

Spike’s hesitation told Smolder more than his actual answer ever would.

Though before Spike could try and dig himself out, a familiar flash of light hit their eyes as they witnessed the scene that just unfurled at Carousel Boutique.

“Damn, direct revenge, you go, Gab,” Smolder whistled. She turned to Spike, wondering what he thought. “...Uh, Spike? You there?”

Spike sat there, nearly motionless from shock. His jaw slowly dropped down, unreactive to Smolder frantically waving her hand in front of his face. He quickly shook his head to snap back, immediately looking sheepish and flustered.

“Welp, that was insanely hot,” he stated, putting his hands down below the water. “Good thing I’m already out…”

Author's Note

For two years in a row, Rarity has caused the first elimination and then later got clapped at the tail end of the month. Which was not INTENTIONAL, but by gods is it funny.