Author's Note

Content warning: Knife... play(?)

The Equestrian Night [Explicit]

Dash lay spread-eagle in the middle of the bed, with Rarity stalking the edge of it trying to look for her best opening. The approach was somewhere between a hungry jungle cat waiting for the pounce, and the CEO of the company coming down to your desk to check how good your work is. That combination of a hunger looking for a vulnerability, and that ruthless assessment if you’re even good enough to be here.

Dash hoped she was worth eating. She thought she was, but it wasn’t her decision now.

Nothing tied her down but the order she’d been given. Still, ropes and chains she could strain against, that would be fun. But Rarity was planning this like a seamstress, tailoring it for her. It wasn’t just that she was passing inspection, she’d be messing up Rarity’s planning on stuff to do to her.

“So uh, magic right?” Dash asked. “You said you were excited about magic?”

“Mm. I am.” Rarity paced the foot of the bed, focusing on Rainbow’s wings. “I am desperately looking forward to showing you how good I can be with it. I felt like I had both hands tied behind my back in your world.”

“So why not do a strong open?” Dash stretched her wings out more, straining the feathers, before Rarity could ask her to. That got a thin smile out of her.

“Good girl,” she murmured. “No. My problem is that you cannot do magic, and I would like to teach you all the wonderful ways to appreciate my body here, as well. Otherwise this might be a little one-sided.” Rarity thought about that. “Yes, as much fun as it would be to just treat you like a pinata I can ruin, that might get boring after the first six months or so.”

Rainbow gulped. “Yeah, uh, I kind of picked up on that last time. You really seem to enjoy uh…” Topping her wasn’t really it, was the wrong word, because it wasn’t even that it felt like Rarity enjoyed having control over Dash. “Being good at this.”

“Yes. Inside of you there is trapped all my favourite sounds, and I enjoy learning what I need to do to bring them all out of you. You’re a musician, you must understand what I mean, that feeling of concentration when you get very into a practice session. Over and over, that feeling of mastery over a bar and learning the next little bit of the piece you’re trying to grasp, until you can play it by muscle memory.”

Dash shivered. She fucking loved that feeling, just, she’d never thought she’d want to be the instrument. “Actually that was kind of crazy, since we’re talking instruments. How’d you get so good at fingering if you’ve never had fingers?”

“You were meant to be playing for me tonight. Maybe if you’d had your guitar on you, you could feel for yourself what… carries over.” Rarity stalked to Dash’s left side and pulled at a pinion and Dash wriggled at how sensitive it was. It was like that feeling of having your hair pulled at, like, painful rather than fun except the hair was huge. Rarity let go immediately, and Dash flexed it…

Well. Like she had control over it, like it was a finger and not a feather.

“Flip onto your front.” Rarity said. Dash flipped over and shuffled until she was in the middle of the bed again, wings spread wide again. “You’re very good at anticipating what I actually want you to be doing, from what I’m asking.”

“Yeah, that’s me.” Dash grinned back. “Anticipating you.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Rarity hopped onto her bed and stood over Dash, looking down. “All good things come with patience, dear heart.”

“Am I a good thing?” Dash tipped her head back until she could Rarity over her back. “You’re going to make me cum if I’m patient?”

Rarity dropped down, suddenly, thighs straddling Dash’s back. Two hooves pressed down into the joints of her wings, right where they met her spine. “Please. Did you not hear what I said about mastering my instrument? You, dearest, will be cumming for my satisfaction and I will not be letting you cheat me out of my fun. If you are a good girl for me, you can share your opinion in what music you enjoy making, how you enjoy being played. If you are a bad girl, well…” A hoof pressed hard against the back of Dash’s head, and Rarity leaned down to nibble her ear.

Dash shivered, and waited, and waited without interrupting. She felt Rarity’s lips curl into a smile around the ear she was biting.

“I’m glad you’ve decided to be a good girl for me.” Rarity kissed the ear. “Because if you misbehave, then this ceases to be a collaboration where I cared about your input, and one where I play you for your output. Wouldn’t you rather do the duet with me?”

Dash’s breathing got heavy and her brain went foggy. LIke Rarity had just crammed her skull full of cotton wool. “Yeah. I’ll be good.”

“I know you will.” Rarity kissed her cheek.

It was… Weird. There were about thirty different landmines in her head that Rarity had just danced around, skipped over. She’d made ‘misbehaving’ sound like its own kind of fun, not just a threat.

Normally Dash was a way bigger brat, and the threat would have made her fighty, resist, push back. And she liked being forced back down, but she had to lose in the right way or she felt genuinely unsafe, in actual real danger, and then she got violent. She’d seriously hurt guys trying to dom her before when they’d fucked up (they deserved it).

Except Dash didn’t want to give control over either, and she hated losing. She wanted to have already lost, and skip all those middle steps, and she had no idea how to get there. Just, that’s Rarity did, with her it felt like she’d lost before they’d even met, and every time Rarity flexed that power over her like this it was like trying to push back against a steel wall.

So Dash felt safe to just…

Sink.

Down.

Into nothing.

Rarity began to knead the tension under Dash’s wing joints and she groaned. “All that weight, and such a delicate place to put it.” Rarity clicked her tongue. “I don’t know what having wings like these is like, but I can feel what it’s like when I press down like this. Did you have fun, while you were waiting for me?”

Dash groaned. So, maybe she’d flown a few laps around Ponyville before making it to the Boutique. He could she not, right? “Bit.”

“A bit? Good.” Rarity kneaded it out more. Hooves were interesting, the even and rounded edge on the front of them rolled each press out in a way that fingers just couldn’t. Usually you’d use the bottom of your palm or your knuckles to roll tense muscles out like this, but it was trying to get your hands to try to be hooves. Hooves were just way better than hands could pretend to be.

Dash melted deep into the mattress. “Ffffuck.”

“Good, mmm?” Rarity pressed harder and Dash had to bite a pillow. It was way too much which made it exactly perfect. “You keep talking about how good fingers are. Yes, the dexterity is nice, but they’re so weak, with all those joints and bends in them. Isn’t this so much better?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Rarity asked incredulously. “Well.” And then her hooves went down to Dash’s lower back and up, up in kneading circles that rolled all her tension in one broken chain up to her neck and out. Dash buried her face in a too-soft pillow and held it tight, it was so much that she couldn’t even get a breath back in.

She took in a ragged gasp as Rarity’s hooves finally came off her shoulders - withers, now - and she remembered how badly she needed it.

“How about now?”

Dash lifted Rarity from the effort of her heavy breathing, each full breath in her lungs pushing the unicorn higher off the bed. She could feel how hard she’d just won that. “Yep. Yeah, okay.”

“Mmhm.” Rarity crooned. “Now, what else? Skin, you said. And fingernails. I do remember how much you like those.”

Dash braced herself, nodding into the pillow hoping Rarity saw it from behind her.

“It is nice how sensitive it is, and I do like that bit of sharp.” Rarity agreed, and she began to knead the tense muscles in Rainbow’s back as she talked. Not so much this time, just enough to keep herself from getting bored, just for something to do. Just casually obliterating Dash and making it impossible to think as an afterthought, even before she’d gone anywhere near her pussy or anything. She just didn’t need to. “How did I think it felt again?”

“I think it felt like… sitting next to a warm campfire, but all brought down to just a fine little point. Just all that intense warm sharpness, like sparks, dragged along your body. A warm glow that radiates out from it. Yes, that was very nice, and I’m not sure I have anything quite like it unless… How much do you trust me?”

Terrifying question. “Uh.”

“Would you trust me with your life?” Rarity asked as if she were asking what they should have for breakfast in the morning.

“I guess?”

Rarity stopped and leaned forward, tapping Dash’s head to look at her. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she was quite serious about this. “You do not guess. You know or you do not. If you do not know, then that is no, which is fine. Honestly, I’m not sure you should trust me that much, I am merely asking if you do.”

Rainbow looked back at the sudden intensity of it, and nodded. “Yeah. I think I do.”

“You think?”

“I trust you.”

Rarity nodded, and her horn flared. Somewhere behind Dash a drawer opened in one of Rarity’s desks, and she floated a letter opener in front of Dash’s eyes on the pillow. Dash startled at it first, then took a breath - yeah, Rarity had warned her. She wasn’t getting murdered yet.

The letter opener had blunted edges and a sharp point, meant for cleanly tearing the tops off envelopes but little else. It was more than enough to kill, that point was razor sharp even if it was just the point. Rarity gave it a few testing swishes in her magic in front of Dash’s eyes then moved it away.

“Good. Then if, after everything, you still crave that feeling so much, that would be the way to do it.” Her voice turned somber. “I would be absolutely beside myself if I did anything to hurt you. It would be more than I could take if it happened doing something you weren’t completely sure about.”

Dash’s heart thumped in her chest, and a fresh storm of butterflies in her stomach, and she groaned and buried her head in the pillow. “Why am I like this?”

Rarity blinked. “How do you mean?”

“Why was that so friggin’ hot?” She whined into the pillow. “You’re like, ‘Hey there’s a chance I might actually stab you doing this, you okay with that?’ and I’m like, why is that better than if you’d told me I was safe? It’s not ‘cause I wanna get stabbed, please don’t stab me.”

“Despite what some of my colleagues might tell you, I am most definitely not a sadist.” Rarity considered that. “Am I? I must admit, bruising on human skin was very, very pretty.”

“Skin’s better then?”

“Ah!” Rarity hummed, “Yes, that.”

Then she dragged the edge of her hoof down Rainbow’s back, pressing across instead of down, pulling at her fur instead of pushing at her muscle.

Rainbow learned something very, very quickly.

She loved, more than anything else in the world, having her hair pulled. As a human? Like, she thought of having a ponytail as having a ‘grab-me-fuck-me’ handle.

All over.

Everywhere.

She could have her hair pulled everywhere now.

Rarity was pulling her hair everywhere.

“Dear, are you alright?” Rarity stopped, genuinely concerned. “Is that good screaming or bad screaming?”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop!” Dash turned her head to snap.

“Ah!” Rarity pressed her hoof back down again. “Wonderful.”

And as Dash pulled the pillow so tight against her face she tore its seams, she thought about vegetarian food.

It was something you learned when you started practicing. The wrong thing to do was to try and find something to replace meat. Instead it was way better to find stuff that was good without meat. Since she’d started dating - seeing, seeing Rarity she’d switched to vege pizzas for practice and found she really didn’t miss much because all the flavour was in the sauce.

The fur pulling was like that.

She didn’t need something to replace fingers. Or fingernails. Or-

She needed this.

“You really, really like that, don’t you?” Rarity marvelled.

Her favourite feeling of tight pressure and dull sharpness too spread out to be pain but force, just force on her just pulling her body just fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Fuck.

“Yep.” Is all Dash said. Her forelimbs shook under her face, her knees shivered, she was so turned on she was, fuck she was wet, she burned from this. She felt empty all the way from between her legs to the top of her stomach, where all the eruptions of butterflies had left her starving, like actually starving even though she’d just eaten.

“Would you like to keep going?”

“Yep.” Dash nodded fiercely into her pillow, and Rarity hummed.

“Well.” Rarity picked her up with her magic this time and flipped her onto her back. And then she straddled Dash’s hips, sitting over her skirt. “Now I know what you like. Let’s teach you what I like, hm?”

Dash noted with a thrill that Rarity left a sticky-soaked patch on the skirt when she shifted her hips to get more comfortable too, so at least she was having fun too even if she was the one doing everything. “So what do you want me to do?”

“Listen.” Rarity tapped Dash’s nose, then chased it up with a kiss that left her hormone-drunk and breathless again. “While I teach by example. Ready?”

Dash nodded.

“Good. Now.” Rarity traced a circle around Dash’s stomach and Dash squirmed. “Like humans, these are quite sensitive. For some it’s pleasant. You?”

“Kind of nice. I’m not really ticklish though. You?”

“For me it just makes me need to pee.” Rarity stuck her tongue out, bleugh. “Profoundly unsexy.”

“Got it.” Dash nodded, watching the passes of Rarity’s hooves and trying to figure out where the danger zones were going to be. “Uh. Next?”

Rarity nodded, moving up to Dash’s breast. That was weird. She was used to having her tits there, she was braced for that feeling. The tingling, the building of pressure, the feeling her body was a temple and church was about to be in session. It was hard to describe it better, but her human tits were really sensitive, some parts of the month she could almost cum just from that.

Here, it felt more like her ribs ran all the way to her neck without anything in between. And having your ribs stroked was nice, she still loved the feeling of Rarity’s touch all the way up to her neck… but that was it.

“Huh.” Dash murmured, and Rarity grinned.

“You were expecting anything else?”

“No, but, I mean…” Dash trailed off. “Huh.”

“I hate where human breasts are.” Rarity said, and Dash raised an eyebrow at that. “Well, yes, the shape of them is quite nice,” she conceded, “But for cuddling? Afterwards, when I just want to lie with our foreheads pressed together, lips a breath apart, and feel your heartbeat with a touch… what do I do?” She said this and flicked her mane out of her eyes with a huff. “Over there, I put my hand on your breast and it’s a signal that it’s time to go again. Honestly. While here…”

Rarity lay her hoof against Dash’s heart and held it there. And that was it, nothing got in the way of it. She pressed down firmly, and felt Dash’s pulse slow down, her heat beats getting heavy but relaxed. Then, with a satisfied smile, she leaned down and drew Dash into another long, deep kiss.

The entire kiss the hoof stayed pressed against Dash’s heart, counting the beats, feeling for her reaction.

When Rarity finally broke the kiss, her lips lingered against Dash’s for a while, and she pulled away so slowly it was like it broke her heart that it was time to move on. “You’re getting better at that.”

No she wasn’t. “Thanks.”

Rarity disappeared down Dash’s body in a flurry of little kisses, until she reached where her breasts actually were now. Dash squeaked, and Rarity looked up again in surprise, before her face twisted into something positively evil, narrowed eyes and a far-too-wide twist of her lips. “Some things don’t change, then.”

“Yeah, I get it, flat in every universe.” Dash rolled her eyes.

“No. Sensitive.” Rarity kissed again and Dash yipped like a kicked puppy. It wasn’t that the feeling was more intense than she was used to, it was that the feeling was in entirely the wrong place.

Wrong place, because when those little touches excited her, they were way, way closer to where she actually wanted the attention most. She felt how empty she was just directly underneath where Rarity was still sending fluttering little kisses.

“Mm. See?” Rarity teased. “Much better here, isn’t it.”

“Yeah, but…” Dash trailed off. It was still weird.

“Mine are far less sensitive than yours, so I can’t really demonstrate, alas.” Rarity sighed, and lay a kiss directly on Dash’s nipple that made all the hair on the back of her neck stand up. “Just remember, no teeth. All else is fair game.”

Dash nodded because she was incapable of speech right now, too much was making her throat seize up and too little was in her head. She sank right back down into the back of her head as Rarity’s mouth covered one of her breasts entirely, warm tongue spiraled closer to the nipple and then over it, and then just flicking the hard tip and just…

Just, cotton wool and bliss.

“Moving on.” Rarity sang, and Dash’s eyes shot open and she stared at Rarity incredulously. “You’re supposed to be learning about what to do for me right now. I think we’ve learned all we can here, for now.”

Then, Rarity flipped Dash’s skirt up and kissed the inside of her thigh, and Dash sank back down into the mattress without further complaint.

“I really like my thighs being kissed, actually.” Rarity told her. “If there’s anywhere you would be using teeth, it should be here. Well. Here.” Rarity bit hard on Rainbow’s thigh, and Dash yipped, but Rarity was right about fur. It didn’t hurt in the way she expected it to, it was just that she hadn’t been expecting it.

Another bite, in another place, and Dash felt Rarity’s teeth pull at the tendons just under the skin that ran from her crotch to her knee, and just that pressure tugging down at her hips made her feel tighter. Her knees buckled towards each other, but Rarity got between them to keep the pressure going up, just where she wanted it to be.

“F-fuck.” Dash groaned.

“Mmhm.” Rarity agreed. “So do try to find that one, if you can. There’s one on each side. Ah, yes. Here.”

Dash pulled a pillow off her eyes and looked down the length of her body and found that… she was pretty okay that the body she looked down was bright blue, the head she was looking at was a unicorn’s. She had the same eyes.

The same eyes looked back as her from between her legs, and she tipped her head curiously, and it was still… her?

Something just kind of clicked for her. Trying to ignore they were ponies was like trying not to think about purple unicorns. But now that she didn’t care enough to try to ignore it, she could see past it again.

And Rarity - like, Rarity? - was hot.

Just, a little switch moved a bit further from finding her hot in spite of the body, to finding the body hot because it was Rarity’s.

Just the realization she actually enjoyed watching this, not just the feeling of it. It was one thing to know it was Rarity’s touch on her but it was another to see her do it. The thoughtfulness, the curiosity, the interest…

She had the same eyes.

“You are very worked up all of a sudden.” Rarity complimented. “Have I kept you in suspense long enough?”

Dash couldn’t shake the cotton from her head, just chewed her bottom lip and tried to nod.

Rarity lay herself between Dash’s legs and, muzzle just an inch away, Dash feeling hot breath against her clit, she stopped again and sighed happily.

“What?”

“I cannot tell you how much I hate human vaginas.” Rarity said. “Why must they be so fucking labyrinthine?”

Dash blinked, stunned. It was genuinely the most sincere hatred he’d heard out of her. “Seriously?”

“This comparative marvel of anatomy is not some hideous balloon-knot passage. It is a long, straight cylinder with a wonderful mix of tightness, flexibility and musculature for, mmm, squeezing the entire way through. At yours it took fifteen bloody minutes for each of us just to figure out each other’s bits.” Rarity came down from the peak of her anger to add. “Though, a wonderful fifteen minutes it still was.”

“What?” Dash asked. “I mean, that’s just what they’re like, right?”

“No, it is not.” Rarity hissed, and Rainbow watched her close her eyes to plant a kiss on her clit and she kind of saw stars a moment, it was a lot. “About the same?”

“Y-yeah.” Dash nodded.

“Yes, this seems to be equivalent on both sides. We’ve already worked out each other’s preferences here, then.” Rarity complimented. “You were very good at that, I must say.”

“Thanks.” You were life-destroyingly good, she didn’t say back.

Rarity snickered. “Don’t bother, you made your feelings quite clear last time. I will just say, if anything comes to you, I should remind you…” She drew her tongue all the way up Dash’s slit. “Flattery would get you everywhere with me.”

That tongue stroke was way longer than last time, there was just… more. The outside of her folds wasn’t as sensitive, but the insides more than made up for it, so Rarity’s tongue had pressed firmly inside to part them, her tongue curling up as she moved like she was sealing an envelope. Just. Dash had to remember that. How she did that.

She nodded. “Is that what you like?”

Rarity froze. She recovered immediately, if Dash hadn’t been able to watch her so intently now she’d have missed it entirely. She only noticed it because she couldn’t stop staring, now. Rarity wiped her lips on the back of a hoof. “Yes. I quite like everything here, actually.”

“Why’d you flinch?” Dash propped herself up on an elbow.

Rarity smiled awkwardly. “Well, I just… tend to prefer men and magic, you see. No fault of yours.”

Dash rolled her eyes. “You want me to fuck you with a strap?”

Rarity’s eyes widened and she lowered her head. “You know about… them?”

“What, yeah? They’re-” Dash thought. “Huh, you don’t have the internet here, do you?”

“No. How do you mean?” Rarity was burning bright pink, which Dash thought was very cute. Even the steel wall had some bend to it.

“It’s anonymous. You don’t have to ask people about stuff like that face to face, or have to walk into sex shops and stuff, so.” Dash shrugged. “Nobody even thinks strap-ons are kinky anymore, unless you use them on a guy. Which,” Dash grinned way, way too wide. “I’m just saying.”

“Truly?” Rarity blinked, and she raised her head from between Dash’s legs to glance at her wardrobe - Dash’s eyes followed where she was looking. “Well. I see.”

“So you do have one.” Dash leaned forward and stroked Rarity’s horn, which got a gasp out of her. Rarity pulled away with an annoyed look, blushing even harder. She had said she’d liked that. “I got a few back home too.”

“A few.” Rarity balked.

“Well, one kind-of harness, a few different attachments. You can switch it out. You know, since our vaginas are so labyrinthine.” Dash loved that she knew how to really watch Rarity’s face now, because she got to enjoy the look on it when she added; “The harnesses used to suck, like these really annoying straps and buckles-” and Rarity glanced at her wardrobe nervously just like Dash suspected she would, “but the one I’ve got now is more like, just, tight panties. And you can feel every thrust you make with them press, like, it really feels like fucking someone.”

“An elasticated harness…” Rarity murmured, fidgeting her hooves against Dash’s thighs. “What a marvelous idea.”

“Cool. So let’s do this.” Dash pushed herself further up, and nudged Rarity off the bed with a back leg to send her towards the wardrobe. “Go on. You so obviously want this.”

Rarity moved to the edge of the bed but lingered, glaring at Dash. She was still flushed. “I feel like I may have lost control of the situation a little.”

“I tried to fuck you with a bunny vibe last time and that didn’t get you nearly this subby, what is it about a strap that makes it different?”

“I don’t-” Rarity started, clenched her jaw and looked away, and glanced at Dash only out of the corner of an eye. “I don’t know. There is a big difference between having something ‘inside me’ and getting properly fucked, and for whatever reason…”

“Why are you mad about this?” Dash asked, scooting across the bed until they were close again and hugging Rarity from behind, relieved when Rarity leaned into the hug. “You seemed really into it a second ago.”

“Because it is very embarrassing you know about this, and the effect it has on me.” Rarity laughed. “I will have to clean this accursed thing of dust because it has never once been used… well, except for a very lucky dress mannequin who shall not be named, but that was an experiment too hideously embarrassing to attempt twice.”

“Hot.”

“Rainbow, please.” But she laughed at that anyway, and that was what mattered. It was hard to be angry and laugh.

“I think I just got it.” Dash blinked, looking at Rarity. “This is the first time you’ve felt, like, actually vulnerable about me isn’t it?”

Rarity bit her bottom lip. “I’m not sure what that has to do with anything.”

“So, yes.” Dash translated. “Like this whole time you were on top it was all about if I trusted you or not, you never had to trust me with anything. So…” Dash tilted her head. “You don’t, do you?”

Rarity was so still she didn’t even breathe.

“Getting the strap out makes you feel subby, and you don’t feel safe about me topping you?” Dash asked.

“No, that part-” Rarity started out of her stillness. “Well. Maybe. Would it make you feel better if I said that the idea excites me more than it frightens me?”

“Yeah, actually.” Dash took an easier breath. “I just don’t get what you’re scared of.”

“I don’t either.” Rarity barked a self conscious laugh and swung her legs off the edge of the bed, and Dash sat next to her, shoulder to shoulder. The vibes were dead for the moment, but the embers of everything that Rarity had already stirred up still lingered, it was frustrating her to not just shake Rarity and make out and have that fix everything.

It just, it wouldn’t. Knowing it wouldn’t didn’t stop her wanting to.

“You think I’d tell everyone about it?” Dash asked, and scored a direct hit. Rarity leaned against her side.

“I think I’m scared of giving you ammunition you could hurt me with once we break up.” Rarity said. “If I do something so terrible to you that you’d want to hurt me.”

“But you won’t.” Dash said. “I… Wow, this is so stupid.”

“What?” Rarity blinked.

“You don’t trust me because you don’t trust you.” Dash rolled her eyes. “Like, do you actually think I’d do something like that, or do you just think you’d deserve it?”

“I-” Rarity’s eyebrows knotted. “You might have a point, but you are also quite hot-headed and impulsive.”

Dash looked inward, and worked out how pissed she’d be about getting dumped and what she’d do about it. “Actually, honestly, kind of, yeah.”

Rarity snorted. “Well, there we are, then.”

“So all you got to do is not hurt me that bad. Even if we stop doing this, we can be chill about that much, right?” Dash asked. “I already told you how much I trust you.”

“Yes,” Rarity grimaced. “You did.”

Dash rolled her eyes again and stood up from the bed, looking around the room until she found where Rarity had put the letter opener from before - not hard, she’d left it on the writing desk, outside the drawer. She took it back over and dropped it onto the bed behind her, then sat back down next to her. “There. Do what you gotta do.”

Rarity grabbed the letter opener with her magic and narrowed her eyes first at it, and then at Rainbow for giving it to her. “I don’t understand.”

“Go hard.” Dash shrugged. “Until you figure out why I trust you not to hurt me. Sooner you figure it out, the sooner I can fuck you.”

Rarity hovered the blade and, frustrated, swished it right to Dash’s throat and held the edge pressed close enough to shift her fur, not enough to touch the skin underneath. Dash didn’t even flinch, just held eye contact with Rarity.

After a second she leaned her throat against the dull edge, and it was Rarity who pulled the letter opener back. “If you were trying to scare me, you should have used the sharp bit.” Dash suggested.

“No. I wouldn’t dare risk that even to prove the point-” Rarity started, and Dash grinned like an idiot.

“Yeah exactly.”

“I feel like this might have been your actual point.”

“I’m kind of great sometimes.”

Rarity tilted her head, staring at Dash with something approaching wonder. “You really didn’t even flinch when I pulled it on you like that? I knew the edge wasn’t sharp, but you could not have been relying on that.”

“Well I mean I clenched my thighs so hard trying to keep still I almost pulled my knee.” Dash laughed, rubbing the back of her neck. “But nah.”

“What if I had actually been trying to hurt you, and was relying on you flinching to prove the point?” Rarity asked, acidly. “You could have been very hurt.”

“That would have been so funny it’s still kind of worth it.” Dash snickered. “Like, the look of surprise on my face, you trying to explain you hadn’t meant to do that, but you’d meant to do that, but you hadn’t meant it to work.” Rarity wasn’t laughing. “Seriously, that’s not funny to you?”

“No.”

“Yeah well, I guess it’s funnier if you know you wouldn’t.” Dash shrugged, and Rarity pulled the knife again and held it between them.

“But I could have.” Rarity insisted.

“But you didn’t.”

“But I might have.”

“But you wouldn’t.”

“But if I had-”

“But you couldn’t.” Dash cut her off this time, and Rarity glared in frustration and aimed the point at Dash desperately trying to prove… something.

Dash grabbed the letter opener in Rarity’s levitation and pressed it into her heart, and Rarity held it there. Then Dash leaned forward into it, and Rarity pulled the letter opener away. “See.” Dash said. “You’re not even going to let me hurt myself on you. You could have done nothing.”

“Then you would have-!” Rarity started, sincerely furious, then breathed. “You have a truly insane way of making your point.”

“Yeah well, gotta fight fire with fire, right?” Dash asked. “Cause I think you’re insane for being scared about this. So I gotta be insane to convince you.”

“I don’t…”

“You think you’re going to hurt me?” Dash asked. “Prove it. I’ll take it seriously if you can cut me.” She held out a foreleg. “Just on the arm-leg thing. Just… Show me I should take you hurting me as seriously as you do.”

Rarity aimed the point of the letter opener and held the sharp tip against Dash’s forearm.

“Do it!” Dash barked, and Rarity’s eyes bounced nervously between the blade and Dash’s frustrated face.

“I don’t want to.”

“I believe you, but do you?” Dash shot back. “Do it anyway! Prove it!”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Rarity whispered, pale and sweating.

“Coward.” Dash snarled. “Just do it!”

“No!” Rarity hurled the knife across the room where it embedded in the wooden floorboards under the writing desk with a twang. “Dash I’m not going to hurt you!”

And then Dash grabbed her full around the neck and kissed her hard. “I know.” She said, and then kissed Rarity harder.

They went down like that back onto the bed, Rainbow’s mouth tight against Rarity’s, Rarity holding her tight, one hoof pressed into the small of her back and the other against the back of her neck.

“You’ve got to admit that was pretty fucking hot, right?” Dash grinned.

“You’re a maniac.” Rarity breathed underneath her, but it definitely wasn’t a no.

“So missionary, or doggy, or what?” Dash asked.

Rarity bit her lip and glanced at the wardrobe. “Your choice.”

Turned out in a fight between Dash bashing her head against a steel wall, sometimes the wall lost. She grinned. “I think over the edge of the bed’s going to be pretty hot. Just, bring that mirror over. Actually, the floor mirror put next to the bed, and the makeup table mirror put facing us, I want both angles.”

“Getting a little bit more curious about your body, are you?” Rarity hummed delighted as she moved the mirrors into position, adjusting her pose for lighting. She got off the bed and leaned onto it, spreading her legs and shuffling the mirrors to find the most flattering angle.

“Nah, it’s just that if we’re doing this from behind, I don’t want to miss out on seeing your face.” She kissed Rarity’s neck, but Rarity pushed her away and adjusted her pose again.

“That explains one mirrors, not two.” Rarity teased, and Dash had no rebuttal because she was just right. She was curious.

Dash made for the wardrobe but Rarity was already opening it with her magic, dropping the harness in her waiting hooves. The attached dildo was huge by human standards, a long fleshy tube with a flared tip, but it was probably pretty modest for pony anatomy. She was at once grateful it wasn’t going in her, but desperately curious to know what it would feel like if it did.

Dash attached the harness and moved herself into position behind Rarity and…

Everything flipped back again.

Pony body, pony cock, pony girlfriend, pony position. This was how ponies fucked. Animals in stables fucked like this this was sick this was wrong this was

Bad
Bad
Bad
gross
Bad
gross

No

Rarity sat next to Dash on the floor as she held her head in her hooves, not hands. “You were doing so well, too.” Rarity complimented her, sliding a bowl of long-forgotten Tastry Treats in front of her, and Dash inhaled it. It was anchoring, grounding, something physical to bring her back into the body she was rejecting again.

“Sorry.” She muttered.

“No, no, I understand. I was very impressed asking for the mirrors, but I did wonder.”

“I was, when you were eating me out-”

“Barely.” Rarity scoffed, and Dash smiled.

“And I looked down at you and I thought how pretty you are, I thought I was over it.”

“You did?” Rarity fluttered her eyelashes and kissed Dash’s cheeks. “And still, now?”

Dash looked at Rarity next to her and… “Yeah, honestly, actually.”

“Good. So it’s not regression.” Rarity hummed. “Should I move the mirrors?”

“No,” Dash shook her head. “No, I need to deal with this.”

“You don’t.” Rarity corrected. “We were having plenty of fun in what we’ve established as a comfort level for you. We don’t need to push things further than that.”

“And you wonder why I trusted you so much with the knife?” Dash inhaled the rest of the bowl, even at room temperature it was fantastic, the clarified butter in the sauce just started to congeal and bring all the spices out in big flavourful clumps, and she kind of loved that.

Rarity kissed her, and she kissed Rarity back, and the mood was still there through this, they both still wanted this. The room still smelled like the sex they were promised but hadn’t had yet, Dash’s heart still beat way too hard in her chest.

Just.

“One piece at a time.” Rarity suggested, gently pushing Dash’s bowl out from in front of her to remind her she was still wearing the harness, and the huge pony cock on it. She gulped, but Rarity kissed her again as she stroked the toy on it, stroked Dash.

“What do you mean?”

“We are not alien. We are not animals. We are us.” Rarity whispered, and Dash’s eyes watched each up and down stroke of her cock. “This is us.”

“I mean, I know.” Dash murmured, eyes locked on each stroke, up and down. Rarity kissed the tip of it, and Rainbow made a frightened sound that surprised her.

“Shh, shh, I have you, it’s fine.” Rarity went back to stroking, rolling a long lick up the bottom and peppering the tip of Dash’s cock with kisses. “See? Isn’t this nice?”

It was. Actually.

Rarity turned, still focused on the toy, but presenting herself to Dash, moving her tail away so Dash was face to face with… pony bits.

Well, Rarity’s pussy. That was a better way to think of it, right?

A long gray teardrop shape of darker flesh, a clit that winked with each heady flash of Rarity’s arousal. A kind of crimped edge to the inside edges of vaginal folds like pastry which fascinated Dash. She leaned forward and tried to run her tongue along how she’d remembered it feeling when Rarity had done it, and found those ridges and bumps were surprisingly firm under her tongue - still soft flesh, but with less give than she was expecting.

Rarity moaned, and it clicked. The sound, the voice, connected what she was tasting, what she was doing, with who she was doing it to. Who this belonged to.

She tasted like a virgin mint julep from a salted glass.

Dash stood up, suddenly, Rarity looking back at her in surprise. “Did I push too- Ah!”

Too late, Dash was pushing her towards the bed again, and pressed Rarity in position to mount her. With one last delirious, hungry look back at Dash’s face, she pressed the cock into the pussy she’d just wetted with her tongue - not that it needed more help.

Rarity gasped and muscles in her neck went slack, her head hanging low as she let out a delighted purr. Dash shuffled her rear hooves forward to get the position she needed to hilt it, feeling just what Rarity meant by how much more there was to clench from the resistance she was capable of giving.

Dash leaned forward and bit a huge hunk of Rarity’s mane, yanking it back and exposing the full length of her throat to the front mirror. She twisted her bite and turned her head to the side mirror, forcing them both to watch as she withdrew from the first thrust and prepared for the next.

She saw them both, her with the long pony cock hidden between Rarity’s legs where half of it still disappeared inside her, the slight bulge visible in her white stomach. She gave a testing push to watch the change, confirm she wasn’t just imagining it. No, it was subtle but the signs of just how filled Rarity was were there.

That was kind of hot.

And Rarity was long, and white, and slender, and soft with huge beautiful eyes and solid muscle and a gorgeous voice and her head was yanked back by Dash’s teeth and she looked captivated by this, by Rainbow’s hungry staring. She shivered under the weight of the attention she was being given - she loved to be seen like this, and Dash was finally capable of seeing her the way she needed to be.

And Dash was…

Blue. And furry. Not ideal. Not her punk rock human body, not the aesthetic she’d spent a decade cultivating to perfection, but…

This was her. She wasn’t trapped in this. It was just another way for her to be.

“I’m waiting?” Rarity teased, and Dash flared her nostrils and pushed against her hard, and Rarity yelped in delight and fell forward more against the bed when she couldn’t hold her weight up again, and Dash started to rail her, just fucking rail her.

The bed shook and squeaked from the force, and Dash held her weight up entirely on Rarity’s back, holding her hips, forcing her more and more underneath her weight. “Like that?”

Rarity tried to cover her mouth so she didn’t scream, but Dash fucked her hard enough she couldn’t keep her hoof off the bed without falling over. So Rarity kept her mouth shut and the scream leaked entirely out her nose instead when she couldn't hold it back.

“You know it’s good if you can’t even tell me ‘go harder’.” Dash pulled hard on Rarity’s mane and she gasped, and that gasp meant the last of the muffled scream actually came out her lips. “Why are you trying to be quiet?”

“Neighbours.” Rarity choked out.

“Screw ‘em.” Dash huffed for breath, and just listened to the sound of hips slap against hips. It wasn’t as loud or as satisfying with all the fur to muffle it, but it made it easier to hear the slick grip of the toy sliding in and out of Rarity’s pussy, the friction against the juices, and that was kind of its own joy too. “I worked hard to get screams like this out of you, I earned them.”

Rarity’s laugh came out in a strange vibrato as it was jostled by the shaking that was shooting through her body, both the ones from Dash’s impacts and the shockwaves of pleasure each caused. “Should have- F-uck.”

“Should have?” Dash let go of her head to make it easier for her to speak.

“Should have stabbed you when I had the chance.” Rarity finished, still laughing.

Dash bit her hard on the back of the neck to grip her while she fucked her as hard as she could, until Rarity was a liquid mass against the bed that she was simply fucking into, using like a cocksleeve. Rarity let out a long, low and rolling moan as her head fell flat on its side against the bed, tongue lolling out.

She tapped the bed hard, time out, and Dash pulled out of her and stopped, breathing hard.

“You came?” Dash asked, and Rarity stared at her in disbelief.

“Darling what did you think all that screaming was about?”

“What? But like, you kept-” Dash started, blinked. “Oh. Ah, shit. Got it.”

Rarity rolled her eyes and tapped the bed. “Come closer a second.” Dash climbed onto the bed and Rarity grabbed her cock. It was thick and creamy with her juices, clinging to the synthetic veins of it in thick white streaks.

Immediately her head bobbed onto the cock and then down, down the rest of the way. She let out a cough, and a snort as she rocked her head back and forth as she took it at its deepest. The toy was so big that just watching her throat, Dash could see the shape shift as Rarity swirled her tongue around it. Then with a pop, and a gasp, Rarity pulled it out again, clean.

She held her tongue out to Dash for inspection proudly, and winked.

“Ladies never leave a mess.” She said.

Dash snorted, and felt her knees pull tight together again. “I mean you made a mess out of me, so I guess you can’t be a lady after that.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow and Dash felt the hit at the back of the head from the pillow she never saw coming. “Give me a moment, I’m not done with you yet.”

“What?” Dash blinked. “I mean that was great, I’m good if-”

Rarity’s horn glowed and she narrowed her eyes. “I am going to show you magic, because now this is a competition and I refuse to let you win it.”

“I’m-” Dash started. “Okay.”

“For now.” Rarity’s horn went out, and she flopped bonelessly into the mattress. “How ironic. The few minutes of survival you’ve bought yourself have only guaranteed your ultimate demise.”

“You mean I made you cum so much that the revenge is going to kill me, but I made you cum so much you can’t kill me right now?” Dash translated.

“In so many words, yes.” Rarity agreed, closed-eyes staring sightlessly up at the ceiling.

“So you’re saying I should run.”

Rarity opened one eye, still too sore to lift her head. “Yes, you should. But then you would miss out on such a fabulous death.”

“Yeah, I really need to do the smart thing here.” Dash crawled over to Rarity and cuddled into her, kissing the side of her ear as she drew as much of the white boneless mass into her to squeeze and hold together. Rarity purred appreciatively.

Then Rainbow held a hoof against Rarity’s chest and felt her heartbeat for a while. She’d been right. That was nice. Even after a minute of lying limp on the mattress it still raced like she’d run a marathon.

“This is the smart thing?” Rarity raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, this is how I want to die, duh.”

“This does present a problem for me.” Rarity muttered. “If I make you cum to death, then I shan’t be getting cuddles after, and this is far too lovely to miss.”

“Guess I have to live, then.” Dash said and managed to sound disappointed about it.

“Alas.” Rarity agreed and, with a wicked smile she closed her eyes and added; “We should at least see how close we can get, though. You’re going to get what you deserve, you brute.”

“Awesome.” Dash leaned over and licked Rarity’s horn, and she shivered again and tried to push Dash away, which Dash took as a cue to put the whole thing in her mouth and suck on it. Rarity’s hips rocked up and down on the bed and she squeaked as Dash’s tongue coiled down the flutes and spirals of it, and she used her tongue to press it firm against the roof of her mouth as she lifted her head one last time and-

Rarity bit down on a foreleg as she tried not to scream again and her back arched off the mattress one last time, other foreleg between her legs furious mashing her clit as she came. Dash let the horn pop out of her mouth, just pressing her tongue firm against its side to not overstimulate the poor girl as she rode it out.

“You are,” Rarity wheezed, “so dead.”

“It really is that sensitive huh?”

“Not usually.” Rarity hissed. “Except everything is right now.”

“So I should be doing this to everything, right?” Dash let her head fall back down into Rarity’s shoulder instead. She thought about going for her tits and using everything but her teeth, but, that seemed a bit too mean right now even for her.

“Do not.” Rarity said firmly, and Dash shrugged.

“You said it’s a competition.” She kissed Rarity’s cheek - just her cheek. “I’ve got to think about what I’m doing to you if I live. Round 2, you know?”

“If you live, then I will have already failed.” Rarity heaved a shivering breath as she continued to recover from one last orgasm after far too many. “I will not.”

“I’m banking on you missing me too much.”

Rarity’s head didn’t move as her eyes darted towards the writing desk across the room, the letter opener still embedded in the floorboards there. “Do you still trust me to use the knife?”

“What, after talking about how much you’re going to kill me?” Dash looked from the knife back to Rarity. “Yeah, absolutely.”

“Good.” Rarity sighed happily. “I haven’t forgotten how much you liked fingernails, and I’m trying to work out what it would do to you to have your fur pulled at the same time.”

Dash made peace with her imminent and inevitable death.