Of all the activities Rarity engaged in, snooping was at the bottom of her list. It was beneath her as a lady, a vice entirely unbecoming of a mare of her station, and certainly would not do to snoop on those with whom she had no business, nor had any reason to be considered suspicious, or existed within her own family. She endeavoured to give everypony room to be themselves, free from vile voyeurism and obnoxious ogling, which was why she had done everything in her power - everything, she swore - to leave Sweetie Belle alone with son amour. She'd already swam in the sea, sunbathed herself dry, leisurely strolled the length of the beach, and stopped at the beach bar for a naughtily sweet coconut cocktail. On the way back, she had overheard Sweetie asking for Button to apply suncream for her, and so Rarity had returned to the bar to ask for perhaps just one more cocktail.
Rarity really tried not to snoop, but was it really snooping if you were being polite and had no intention to listen on a conversation? She'd already had two cocktails - it would be a scandal if anypony else learned that she'd had two drinks so early in the afternoon! - and she had nowhere else to reasonably go, or activities she could engage in. Button really ought to have been finished with his application by now, so it wasn't really her fault she had to linger by the shower stall after her unnecessary shower, waiting patiently for the two to finish their little game of it's okay, you can go lower. She wasn't trying to snoop, but there was only so much to listen to in that small space, the crash of waves softly reverberating in a deeper slosh and tenor, and with so little visual stimulation to keep her occupied, was it really her fault if she overheard the conversation between her dearest little sister and the young stallion who was taking an obscenely long time to rub in some suncream?
"Maybe...you could..." Button's voice wafted over, carried on the gentle sea breeze.
"Not here," Sweetie replied, a parrying note in her sugary-sweet tone. "It's public, somepony could see us."
"But when we get back to the room, you're always tired," he complained. Rarity could hear the pout on his face. "Can't we go in the sea and do something? Nopony can see us in there."
"I'm sure nopony will notice a mare crouching down and a stallion looking far too happy."
"But nopony will see anything you're doing to me."
"The splashing won't be a dead giveaway? Besides, what about me?"
"I can play with you, too."
"Not in the sea you can't. I'm not dealing with salt in places it shouldn't be. Anyway, they'd definitely notice you playing with me." Button started to grumble, whining lowly about how it could work, before Sweetie's voice cut him off. "Babe, I promise we'll do something soon, okay? I'll make a deal with you; if you go and get me a pina colada, we'll go back to the room and have some fun, okay? Annnndddd...." Her voice lowered, and Rarity barely caught it. "...I'll let you finish wherever you want."
"On your face?"
"If you want, babe." Rarity recognised the barely-noticeable smack of lips breaking apart. "A pina colada and a sex on the beach, and you can make a total mess of my face when we get back to the room."
It wasn't immediate, but Button clearly quickly made up his mind, and the swishing patter of hooves trotting through soft, warm sound drew closer, passing by the shower stall in a ready trot with a vague tune on his lips, humming away happily. Counting to ten, Rarity stepped out of her innocent hiding spot - waiting spot, she told herself - and headed down the beach to where her sister lay alone, stretched out on her front atop a pink towel. She turned her head towards Rarity as the latter approached, her eyes obscured behind her sunglasses.
Sweetie Belle had grown into a fine young mare, her rounded cheeks highlighting her face's beauty, and her slim body accentuated with the perfect proportions in her flanks, giving her an alluring shape without the exaggerated grotesqueness some models strove towards. Her luscious bicolour bubblegum mane and tail were long, thick, and curled, and were currently draped across her body like a flowing dress. It wasn't hard to see how she had such influence over young stallions like Button.
"Hi," she greeted chirpily. "How was the walk?"
"Delightful," the purple-maned mare answered, lowering herself onto her own towel and folding her legs beneath her. "Relaxing and invigorating. Where has Button gone?"
"He's gone to get drinks," Sweetie replied. "He offered me a pina colada. If you run after him, you could probably slip your order in as well."
"That sounds lovely. What would I have to offer him for that?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing at all?"
"Nope. He's just really sweet and generous."
"Is he now?"
"Yep." After a stretch of silence, Sweetie - presumably, since her shaded lenses stopped Rarity seeing anything - rolled her eyes. "It's not a competition."
"I'd say not," the older sister retorted with a subtle smile. "It would be quite the unfair playing field, given that generosity is my forte. Such a forte, in fact, that I can see when somepony is acting out of generosity, and when they're acting out of self-interest." The younger unicorn turned her head slightly towards Rarity, then back again, trying to remain stoic underneath her sunhat. "You know it isn't nice to lie to other ponies, Sweetie Belle."
"I didn't exactly lie to him," Sweetie objected. "I am going to follow through on my promise, eventually."
"I meant to me," the other mare clarified, raising a brow. "About him volunteering to purchase drinks - not a drink, young filly. But since we're on the topic, I think we ought to discuss the elephant in the room; why do you keep deceiving him?"
"I'm not deceiving him," Sweetie asserted. "Sometimes I tell him something and he interprets it the wrong way, or I change my mind later. A mare's allowed to change her mind."
"Over and over and over?"
"Have you been talking to him, or is this just you trying to see if you can pick holes in our relationship?"
"Sweetie Belle, I am not only your sister, I am your older sister; do you really think I'm ignorant about what mares like us can do with a stallion? Do you think I don't know how to wrap ponies around my hoof and have them hanging off my every word? I assure you, darling, everything you can do, I can do better. If you've done it, I've already done it years ago."
"If you've done it, why are you picking me up for it?"
"Because with age comes wisdom, and when you look back, you realise that some choices you made weren't the most noble. I've teased stallions before, made implications I had no intention of following through on, but I don't believe I have ever done so to a friend or partner. Unless he's some fling-"
"He's not," Sweetie Belle stated, her lips tightening slightly.
"-you're leading him on very unfairly. You keep promising him intimacy, but I can tell you aren't delivering on your promises."
"Not that it's any of your business, but we are physically intimate, actually."
"I'm sure you are. On an unrelated note, my order for forest green fabric arrived last weekend. I ordered and paid for twelve, but I've received four." She waited for Sweetie to turn and glare daggers at her. "I did order them, and they have arrived. Would you suggest I didn't receive what I was promised?"
"There's no minimum amount of intimacy in a relationship," Sweetie huffed. "Some ponies don't even have sex at all, but they still love each other. I don't have to have sex with Button to have a real relationship with him."
"Then don't promise it."
"I haven't."
"You've implied it, and you know how he's going to interpret it. You're relying on him biting every time you throw out bait. Don't play dumb, Sweetie Belle. I know the tricks. Leading on your boyfriend is wrong."
"I don't want to rush it. We've only been dating for three months."
"Darling, you and I both know 'rushing' isn't in your vocabulary. You were dating Pipsqueak for three days before you-"
"That was different," the younger unicorn interrupted, her speed at intercepting the conversation betraying the discomfort hidden behind the calmness of her level tone and volume. "We were friends before we started dating, and we clicked really well, and-"
"-And you should consider becoming an author. The descriptions you gave were so imaginative and colourful; I was barely awake when the cuffs were sealed around my hooves, rousing from my sleep to their authoritative clicks and cold, ensconcing firmness as constable Pip conducted his early morning raid. He was a one-pony team, wielding his battering ram to gain entry to my personal domicile, and putting his baton of justice to its rightful use; ensuring I remained a compliant suspect."
"Do not kinkshame me!" Sweetie complained, her cheeks finally lighting up in a soft red. "He has a really cute accent that just makes it work, okay? I wouldn't do that with anypony else!"
"Of course," Rarity agreed. "His accent, and not at all that he outgrew his name by the time he was sixteen, was why you were so eager to jump his baton of justice...which I believe was also unsuitable for his name, if how you described-"
"Stop speaking, please!" She cast a glance up the beach, then returned her glower to Rarity. "And stop reading my diary."
"It was an accident, and it happened only once. Still, the point remains; you can hardly claim you're a mare who takes things slowly."
"Taking things quickly with one boyfriend doesn't mean I'm just easy."
"Of course, of course. Pipsqueak was an outlier, along with that time I caught you with Featherweight in your room, your fling with Chipcutter, and the time Rainbow Dash caught you and Scootaloo with Rumble in-"
"Okay, okay, that's enough!" Sweetie declared, stamping her hoof down. "I get it - I'm not normally reserved. This is different, though; I like Button a lot, I think he's sweet, and I'm not trying to just make this all about sex. I liked Pip as a pony, and I still do, but he had a hot voice and his dirty talk was amazing, which was why I didn't wait. Scootaloo and Rumble offered for me to join in one day, and I thought it was a good idea because Scoots is an amazing friend and Rumble is hot. Everypony else has been a short-term thing. I knew it wasn't going to go anywhere. Button isn't just some colt I want to use and dismiss. I like him, and I don't want to just rush this along because that's what I've always done. I want him to be more than about stupid teenage hormones, okay?"
"It's good that you're trying to be less-
"-of a slut?"
"-promiscuous, but that's neither here nor there. What I'm saying is you need to stop teasing Button. He doesn't deserve to be given certain signals, only to discover you aren't going to follow through. Communication is key for any relationship, and right now, you're indicating that you're untrustworthy."
Whatever Sweetie's retort may have been, it was silenced by the approaching subject of their conversation. She returned to her nochalant stoicism, pointedly ignoring her older sister as Button walked over with two drinks balanced remarkably steadily on his back.
"Hi, Miss Rarity," he greeted, kneeling down so Sweetie could levitate both glasses off him. "How was your walk?"
"Delightful," she responded, smiling at him. "I hope you aren't spending all your money on my fiendish little sister."
"Not at all," he responded, shaking his head emphatically. "I just got her a couple of drinks, since she...deserved them." He smiled hopefully at the younger unicorn, who threw him a saccharine, beaming smile in return.
"Did you get one for Rarity?" Sweetie asked.
"I didn't know she'd be here when I got back."
"That's okay. Now you do know, could you be a sweetheart and get her one?"
"That won't be-" Rarity began.
"She'll take a pornstar martini," the younger unicorn interrupted, talking as if her sister wasn't there. She must've thought she was subtle in the way she flicked her tail, shifting her croup just enough to make her buttocks wobble and draw the young stallion's eyes to her imperceptibly momentary visible nethers. Rarity might've chalked it up to an accident, if she were not so familiar with Sweetie's proclivities and sensual talents, but Button's widened, sparkling eyes gave away the younger mare's nefarious intention. The stallion turned and walked away with a bounce in his step, readily accenting to his new and unexpected duty, and Sweetie watched him go, that sweet smile never leaving her lips. When she turned around, Rarity was staring at her, an eye quirked. "What?"
"Do you remember the conversation we had less than two minutes ago?"
"I was doing something nice for you," Sweetie objected, tutting and shaking her head. "It wasn't as if I was doing this for my benefit."
Rarity tuned out of her own arguments. It was futile, she acknowledged, but she still had the responsibility of explaining precisely where Sweetie was going wrong. Of course, her sister had a response for every point offered, and they were both reduced to disatisfied silence before Button returned with his quest's result. Rarity accepted it with a grateful smile and a theatrical sip, smacking her lips and sighing in a performative show of approval. With a few words of praise and thanks, she left him smiling boyishly, then closed her eyes and did her best to sunbathe in peace. Unfortunately for her, Button was not as subtle as he apparently thought he was, and the fashionista's relaxation was marred by uncomfortably clear whispers between him and her harlot of a sister. Pretending not to hear was an exercise in restraint and discretion that made her greatful for the cocktail she'd been latently gifted.
She tolerated the poorly-disguised flirting until Button referenced her sister's 'Incredi-Belle butt', at which point she made a show of stretching and standing up, doing her utmost to hide any indication she'd heard such a dreadful pun.
"I'm going to cool off in the sea," she announced, removing her sunglasses and smiling brightly at the not-at-all subtle lovebirds. "Continue to enjoy the sun. Thank you for the drink, Button, it was simply delicious." She left the blushing boy behind, ignoring Sweetie's loud unresponsiveness, and stepped into the water, losing herself to the flick and lap of warm, inviting waves. She took her time wandering further out, balancing her need to hasten her departure from the accidentally brazen flirting and her desire to enjoy the soothing embrace of the crystal clear water. She submerged her hooves, dallying along the shoreline for a brief while before wading further into the sea, the liquid embrace rising welcomely up her limbs until it kissed her belly, at which point she lowered herself fully into the loving warmth of the gentle sea.
Years ago, when she was a young mare who had no idea that a new arrival from Canterlot would change her life forever, she would've been appalled at how much she was exposing herself to the ravaging effects of sea salt, but with age came maturity, and she submitted to the simple joy of basking in her weightlessness and the glide of the tropical fish around her. Schools of the prismatic creatures twisted and turned beneath her as if one collective mind, while larger lone spade-shaped swimmers bearing yellow and green and blue stripes strutted more absent-mindedly by. Little crabs crawled sideways, inch-by-inch, over the miniature dunes of the seabed, their careful, laborious walk standing in stark contrast to the grace of the finned swimmers moving seamlessly through the sun-warmed water.
When her scalp and horn began to grow hot, even following the frequent dunking of her head, Rarity decided it was time for her to head back to shore. She hadn't heard Button or Sweetie for some time, their voices lost among the chitter and squawks of the exotic birds, the lapping of the waves, and the wonder of the aquarial world with which she'd engrossed herself. She couldn't see either of them when she returned ashore, their towels and belongings absent, which hopefully meant that Sweetie had taken her earlier advice to heart and brought Button to their room in the lodge for some follow-throughs on her promises. On the off chance her little sister had heeded her wisdom, it'd be counterproductive to interrupt the goings-on, and so Rarity took her towel and headed for the shower stalls. She could figure out how to occupy her time after she'd rinsed the salt from her mane.
A shower was already running when she stepped inside, covering the sound of her hooves on the tiles as she made her way to the abundance of showerheads set into the little alcoves. Placing her towel on one of the rungs, the mare raised her hoof to the pressure point to start the flow of water, when a groan caught her attention, and she turned her head. The sight that greeted her froze her in place, paralysing her with her hoof raised and her eyes wide.
Button was sat on his rump, his eyes clenched tightly shut, a forehoof gripping his stallionhood firmly, jerking it rapidly up and down. His mouth was agape, emitting intermittent groans and whimpers. Water cascaded over his body, washing away any incriminating leakage from his perverse act, giving him cover both from the mess he might otherwise make and the sounds he was producing. That was a double-edged sword, it seemed, with the young stallion being entirely and blissfully unaware that he had a companion with him. Gradually, the shower slowed, the timer running its course and stopping the outflow of water, its powerful hiss retreating and allowing the wet noises of frantic self-pleasure to fill the prominent quiet. Button continued his work for a few seconds, then raised his free hoof to try and hit the pressure switch again, instead managing to only bump against piping and hard wall. After flailing fruitlessly, he cracked open his eyes to check where he needed to touch.
That was how he came to realise that he wasn't alone. The shock struck first, his eyes flying open in startled awareness as he realised that he'd been caught in a dirty act by an innocent bystander. Following that, the horror truly set in as he realised just who had caught him. Rarity saw it play across his features in real time, the split-second manifestation of each emotion and the lightning fast transition between them. Finally, merely a second later, the stallion yelped and covered his shame, trying to scramble backwards and desperately hide, as if he could fade through the wall by sheer will.
"M-Miss Rarity!" he stuttered, cowering in the corner of his stall. "I-It's n-not what it looks like, I promise! I was just getting clean, a-and I was being thorough, a-and I'm so so sorry please don't be mad at me! I wasn't trying-"
"Button, Button!" the unicorn called out, interrupting his spiral. "Take a deep breath, darling. This was a shock for both of us, but I am not angry at you. Can you just calm down for me for a moment, dear?" She waited for the trembling earth pony to nod and slow his breathing, his shoulders rising and falling in great lurches. Seconds passed, and his movements became less panicked and more controlled. Sensing he was in a more stable position to provide answers, she told him, "I apologise for walking in on you like this. I didn't know you were here. I saw that your towels were gone, and assumed you'd both returned to the room. Where is Sweetie, by the way? I thought you two would be together?"
"She...she's gone to town," he muttered after several seconds of awkward silence, his eyes turning down. "She said she'd seen some shops when we arrived, and she wanted to get something to look nice for me."
"She left you alone?" The unicorn received no response, but the silence was confirmation enough, and felt her exasperation flare up at her sister's insolence. "Why didn't you return to the room, at least?"
"She has the key."
It took all of Rarity's restraint to not gasp and curse Sweetie out loud. After everything that had been said, all of the things they'd talked about, this was how Sweetie acted, not even an hour later? The audacity of that mare knew no bounds! Forcing herself to remain calm - somepony had to be the adult, after all - the unicorn channelled the essence of Shadow Spade and directed her voice into a soothing, understanding tone.
"Button, please don't feel ashamed when I ask this," she said, stepping towards the young stallion. "I know Sweetie Belle, and I am not accusing you of anything. Is my sister mistreating you?"
"What?" Button asked. "No! She's nice to me, she's just..." He trailed off, shrugging and shaking his head.
"Just?" Rarity pressed, ensuring she didn't sound demanding or scornful. Button squirmed, seeming to fight against something.
"She's always busy doing something. I know she's doing it for me, and I'm not ungrateful to have her. I know a lot of colts had a crush on her, and I'm really really lucky to call her my marefriend."
"Is she frequently busy when you're in such a mood as you are now?" Button blushed and began to stammer, fumbling his words as he rushed out a response. "Darling, darling, please remember, I know my sister. You do not need to defend her honour from me. I know she can be very evasive when it comes to fulfilling certain promises she has made."
"I'm not saying she's not-"
"Button." His name wasn't spoken harshly, or with derision. Rarity simply stated it, her tone laced with honey and mustered from firm sympathy. "She has left you alone to galavant in town, and you have been left deprived of your much-needed attention from her. It is clear how frustrating this is for you." Sitting down in front of him, she rested a hoof on his shoulder. "As I said before, please don't be embarassed. I'm not here to judge you. Answer me honestly; how often are you intimate with Sweetie Belle?"
"...Once a week, maybe?" he muttered, his cheeks burning red.
"During this 'once a week', are you making love?"
"What? W-We...I..."
"No?"
He shook his head, his face as red as a flare.
"What do you two do together?"
"S-She...she uses her hoof to...on my..."
"Is that all you've done together?"
"Sometimes she uses her magic, and I get to...f-finish."
"You don't finish when she uses her hoof on you?"
"She gets hoof cramp easily."
"Well, that is absolutely unacceptable." Rarity stood, snatching her towel from the rung with her magic.
"Miss Rarity, please don't be angry at her, it's not her fault."
"Button, I am absolutely livid with Sweetie, and it completely, wholly, utterly, unequivocally is her fault."
"Please, don't tell her what I said!"
"She is not going to learn about anything from me, I assure you. Now, stand up, and follow me." She walked to the entrance of the showers, then turned to make sure he was following her. He'd risen to his hooves, but he seemed reluctant to walk out.
"I'm still...I can't go out like this." He gestured to his underside, where his malehood was still protruding from between his legs. Wordlessly, Rarity reached out with her magic, gripping his towel and flinging it around his barrel. He gasped as the material tightened, tying itself into a secure fitting, the source of his embarassment covered.
"You cannot resolve that problem in here," she told him, letting her aura fade from her horn. "That is uncouth, and not at all what a young gentlecolt like yourself should be doing."
"Right," he muttered, the embers of his blush glowing once again. "Sorry, Miss Rarity."
"You needn't call me 'Miss Rarity'. Just 'Rarity' is fine."
"Yes, of course. Sorry, Rarity."
"You don't need to apologise, either. Now, if all your concerns are taken care of, please follow me."
The sun beat down on her as soon as she emerged from the protective cover of the shower block, leaving her dried by the time she'd reached the lodge. She could feel the salt crusting in her coat, the individual bristles of her fur stiffer than she would've liked, but that took a backseat to the singular task which lay ahead of her. Button remained quiet, dutifully following just behind her, his head jerking left and right as he gave furtive glances towards the large green leaves framing either side of the stone path. First, she planned, as they stopped at the door to their residence and she deftly retrieved her key, she'd have to put him at ease. He was wound tight right now, and although that could help her help him, it was much better to peel back his inhibitions first.
She'd decided on her course of action by the time they both stepped inside and the door was shut and locked behind them. It was a no-brainer, and with her particular repertoire of skills - as unused as they may have been for a few years now - it could not have been more obvious what she needed to do if somepony had decorated the way to the bathroom with bright flashing signs. Her sunglasses were laid on the table in what served as the kitchen area of their accommodation, and her towel was drawn away from her body as she walked through the short hallway. Upon reaching the bathroom, she was free of any extraneous equipment, save for her own skill, grace, and the body she'd both honed and been blessed with.
"How do you prefer your showers?" she asked, turning to the stallion lingering in the hallway as she adjusted the knobs. The initial splash was lukewarm, but it swiftly heated to become a pleasantly steamy stream, and she stepped further under the nozzle and let the heat and silken-softness wash away the impurities in her fur. "I take mine hot and long, but I'm conscious that you might not like yours so scorching."
"I, uh, have them normal?" the brown pony answered, pausing in the doorway. "Why do you ask?"
"Because it's considerate to have a shower at a temperature comfortable to all its occupants," the unicorn replied, pulling one of her many bottles of shampoo from the shelf. In the time it took for him to process what she'd said, she'd began lathering the shampoo in her mane, hiding her luscious indigo behind a frothy blanket of white.
"But...but you're in the shower," the earth pony eventually pointed out. "I can't just come in!"
"Au contraire," Rarity responded, running her hooves over her scalp as her telekenetic grip massaged the suds into her tail. "I'm inviting you in." She let him stutter and stumble on his words as she finished washing and rinsed her head clean, continuing to rub and and douse after she'd stopped feeling the lather flowing over her face. Wiping the water from her eyes, she shook her mane into a more alluring display, letting it flow wetly over her back, and turned her head to look back at the stallion. He'd halted at the threshold, unwilling to come inside. "It's rude to leave a lady waiting, you know."
"B-But...y-you're a mare, a-and-"
"You weren't this shy in the public shower," she reminded him, smiling mischievously. "If you're self-conscious, I've already seen all you have to show me, which now that I think about it, is not entirely fair. I should remedy that at once, shouldn't I?" Leaving him no chance to object, she raised her tail and lidded her eyes, drawing his vision to her round, shapely buttocks. The shower water ran in channels between her cheeks, emphasising the curve they had, her nethers partly hidden between her enviable globes. The stallion's jaw dropped, and Rarity felt a swell of satisfaction at the sight.
It didn't take much more than that to coax him into the room, his hooves seeming to move of their own volition, as if an unseen crank was being turned and locomoting him forward. She swayed her croup slowly, barely enough to be noticeable, but enough to prickle the feral parts of a stallion's brain which - in her experience - invariably overrode any conscious thoughts they might've had. He hesitated for a moment at the entrance to the shower, his hoof raised to step inside, and she took the opportunity to tug the knot holding his towel on, which slipped effortlessly from his body. Fully exposed once more, his inhibitions fell by the wayside, and he joined her in the increasingly steam-saturated chamber.
"Sit down," she urged, her warm, honey-smooth tone cutting effortlessly through the hiss and patter of the shower. He complied, planting his rump on the shower floor and gulping as the mare lowered herself, folding her legs under her to bring herself level with his crotch. "Now that we're in a much more private and suitable environment, why don't we deal with this problem of yours?"
"It's not a problem," he said, apparently instinctively. "I usually deal with it myself after Sweetie-" He cut himself off, and clamped his mouth shut.
"That is the problem we'll be fixing," she told him, drawing closer to his exposed parts. "You deserve this..."
Button's stallionhood was average. It was a simple observation, but true; he wasn't stashing a pine needle between his legs, nor was he carrying around a tree tunk. Simply put, it was perfectly proportioned for him, with a decent thickness to compliment its decent length. Most of the musk that would emanate from a colt's junk was being swept away by the water, the steam intercepting and masking it, but she could still detect the whiff of it as she approached his pole. He was visibly throbbing, pulsing rhythmically and needily, wide veins bulging from his staff, and she could feel the burning heat radiating from it even through the thickness of the steam around her.
Her lips made contact first, a simple, delicate smooch that would've been chaste had it been placed on his cheek or forehead. Another followed, slightly lower, and the next one higher, her touch meandering upwards and downwards in an introduction to another pony's oral affections. His breathing jittered a little, and both he and his mast twitched. The unicorn typically revelled in foreplay, basking in the joy and delight of bringing her partners to carnal highs and leaving them whimpering, moaning messes, until they had to beg for more or actively drove their sinful affair forward, but Button was a different story. He was a novice, and he'd been teased and denied gratification for long enough already. As much as she enjoyed what she was doing, this scheme was about him and what he needed, and taking too long to provide him the relief he craved would be counterproductive.
The tip of her tongue grazed his surface, lifting to his medial ring and following the circumference as far as she could reach without moving him, and then back the other way. Extending her tongue and pressing it flat to his rod, morphing it to the curve of his penis, she drew it upward and over the ridge, gliding towards his crown. He was panting when she crested and circled his plateau, the taste of him deepening with every rotation around his crown. Watery oozes of precum met her tongue, more seeping from his cockhole to replace the amount she collected and spread, coating her oral appendage decoratively.
She progressed quicker than she would've with a more experienced stallion, opening her mouth just wide enough to graze past his glans as she engulfed him, the presence of her soft, pillowy margins kept persistent and consistent on her descent. It didn't take a huge amount of effort to bottom out, taking only a few back-and-forths before she met his sheath, her lips forming a tight seal for what was to follow. With her prize secured, her tongue resumed its meticulous work, this time able to swipe all the way around Button's tumescence, encircling him in a moving spiral of delicate, dexterous muscle. The colt's breathing increased in intensity, growing faster and more laboured, and his whimpers and groans were that much more needy and desperate. There was none of the silent gasping she'd witnessed in the shower cubicle at the beach; now, with her head bobbing between his legs, he was free to be honest with just how riled up he really was and express himself in breathy huffs and grunts.
Even through the sound of the running shower, Rarity picked up on the increasing pitch and frequency of the earth pony's vocalisations, and the swell of the meat in her maw was unmistakable. It wasn't surprising it hadn't taken him long to reach the limit of his endurance, and she didn't slow down or try to hold it back. Instead, she tilted back her head, opened her eyes wide, and blinked for him, fixing him with the allure of her gorgeous azure orbs as she worked his shaft. His utterances and writhing increased, and his hips jerked minutely towards her.
"I'm gonna cum," he whined hurriedly, wiggling in place, which only intensified as she hummed affirmatively, encouraging his reactions. His forelegs, which had been practically bolted to the shower floor, shot up and grasped her head in response to the vibrations passing along his length, the additional stimulation jolting him into action. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck ohfuckohfuckoh-!"
The mare continued her humming and swirling, her bobbing and lapping, suckling at his expanding flare to coax the finish from him, and her efforts were rewarded with a heavy, heaving pulse from his member, a stiffening from his body, and an eruption of hot, sticky goodness straight into her maw. She cheered happily, reacting just as much for his pleasure as for her own, letting her congratulatory noises welcome his hefty supply of cream. It rocketed from his phallus, spattering against the back of her throat and flooding her mouth even as she swallowed down the excess, until it felt as if his jizz just flowed and poured like water from a hose. Saltiness and muskiness danced across her tastebuds, her tongue and gullet soon coated in a glaze of potent ejaculate that remained as she drank down the fluid, and the wonderful stench of him, previously absent from their lustful adventure, wafted up and graced her nasal cavity, leaving her even more delighted.
She remained where she was for a further several seconds after he stopped spewing his load, suckling clean any remnant spooge from his pipe and riding out the aftershocks pulsing through him. When she pulled back, he was left clean, her saliva all that remained to show what she had done. With a lick and a smack of her lips, she rose back up, smiling down at the panting colt.
"Scrumptious," she declared, the sheen of glossy goop still leftover in her throat and mouth. She'd be feeling it for some time, she guessed. "How was it for you?"
The brown pony had to swallow and take a few deep breaths before he could answer, his coat doing nothing to disguise how flushed he was. "A-Amazing," he managed. "Thanks. S-sorry for grabbing your head, and s-swearing."
"Swearing?" Rarity repeated, giggling daintily at his innocence. "Remember what I said before about appropriate and inappropriate times and places to do certain things?"
"Y-Yeah, but that was...and you're a lady, so...swearing's not...proper."
"Darling, what we've just done isn't talked about in polite company, and to do so would be improper. That doesn't mean we don't do it in privacy. A lady doesn't swear frivilously, but when she's engaged with a paramour, and she wishes to seduce him inside and outside the bedchambers..." She stepped closer, whispering the next words hotly into the colt's ear. "...such as sucking every drop of spunk from those swollen, sloshing balls of yours, and swallowing everything you pumped into me...a lady can allow herself some discretion." She punctuated her words with a soft kiss to the base of his ear, catching the earth pony's voice in his throat.
"O-O-Okay," he stuttered. "I guess swearing isn't so bad when we're...being...intimate." As she pulled back, he stood up, looking uncertain once again. "What happens now?"
"What would you like to happen?" the unicorn asked, consciously turning around fully as if to observe her selection of body washes and other creams, gels, and accessories, deliberately swaying her rear as she did so.
"I was thinking, um, hoping that I could, that you'd want me to, do the same for you?" the stallion tried. When she flicked her tail and turned her head slightly, but otherwise said nothing, he continued, "I mean...can I...can I lick your p-pussy?" He audibly swallowed after stating his request, something the mare privately considered to be adorabley endearing.
"What a gentleman," she praised, flagging her tail and spreading her hindlegs for him. "Please do."
Button approached more quickly than when she'd had to coax him into the bathroom, but he still took his time admiring her shapely behind before pressing his hooves to her posterior and kneading her rounded, supple cheeks, feeling the give and investing time into just enjoying the feel of her. Seemingly satisfied with how his hooves sank a little into her buttocks, he spread them apart and ogled her jewel, the prize which he sought. Her passageway clenched, her muscles contracting in anticipation of the male's touch and the unspoken promise of more. His breath caressed her netherlips as he drew closer, rolling across her folds as he drank in the sight of her inviting entrance, wet and open and ready for him. She winked again, clenching imploringly.
The brush of his tongue was slow and experimental, but there was an enthusiasm to it that told Rarity he'd thought about doing this for a long time. The first was followed by a second, and a third, each one more eager than the last. With the initial plunge taken, his ministrations grew bolder and more fervent, transitioning from the tepid tip of his tongue to the broad sweeps of a flattened and wholly dedicated slurp. His hot breath washed over her sensitive flesh as he huffed and sniffed, indulging himself in the smell and the taste of her, exploring her with the giddy and invigorated curiosity of a colt freshly introduced to the world of carnal pleasures.
Honestly, it was average; his technique was incredibly novice, with no particular direction to his movements or touches, no particular attention paid to any part of her, and no real pacing. He simply licked and lapped and ran his tongue wherever he felt like touching, occasionally kissing at her vulva and mashing his muzzle against her gate, his head sandwiched between her buns in contentment. She considered conditioning her mane while he indulged, but she reminded herself that this was for Button's benefit as much as hers, and splitting tasks wouldn't be fair on the young stallion, so instead, she moaned and whimpered, playing up her natural sighs and whimpers and groans.
It was clear that his jaw was aching before he pulled back; his movements became more sluggish, his pace slowed down, and he resorted more to nuzzling and kissing than he did slurping and lapping. He had figured out to focus on her clitoris somewhat, which had sent genuine shivers through her body. Either he'd read up on what to do, or his instincts had served them both well.
"Should I go and get a condom?" he asked from behind her, his voice huskier than before he'd started tasting her.
'Not with this much water,' she thought to herself, telling him, "There's no need. Take me as I am, and after you're done, you can watch it drip out of me." She looked back at him with unbridled lust, biting her bottom lip and lidding her eyes once more. His visage was a mask of want and need, the hesitation and anxiety burried beneath the immediacy of his desires. With a hop, he reared up, settling his weight onto her back, the familiar sensation reforming in her memory as he shuffled amateurishly forward, his reinvigorated malehood tapping against her legs and her groin as it wobbled from his motions. He struggled to align himself for a second, working on determination alone, until she reached back with her magic, raised his glans to her entrance, and-
Her gasp faltered into a groan as he rolled his hips forward, driving deep into her. She hadn't had to fake or exaggerate it, the stretching and the grazing of her waiting walls sending a satisfying throb and thrum through her interior. It had been a little while since her last dance, her most urgent quenched with a vivid imagination and the absence of a strong suitor occupied with a silicone simulacrum, and the veracity, the authenticity, of a real flesh-and-blood phallus stimulated so much more than her nerves. The stallion had paused after his entry, wrapping his forehooves around her sides and resting his head against her neck. He throbbed inside her, every beat of his heart translating to flexes against her welcoming passage, tiny tingles prickling along the length of her trench.
"How does it feel to be inside a mare?" she asked, bumping her muzzle gently against his, her tone carrying a playful, honeyed lilt. "Is it everything you expected?"
"Wow," he murmured, a stronger flex of his tool speaking volumes about his feelings. "It's so...wet, and tight, and...can I move?"
"Of course," she purred. "You do what comes naturally to you. Don't overthink it."
The young stallion took her words to heart, drawing back slowly, his length slipping from the satin confines, and then he carefully reversed his direction, pushing back in and once again parting her welcoming walls. Even though he was being slow and gentle out of caution rather than skill, getting a feel for his role rather than understanding what his role exactly was, the smoothness of his advances and retreats was a welcome start for the mare. His turgidity sailed up her canal with the ease of a welcome guest, its girth hugged and caressed with every inch it moved in either direction, reaching the parts of her that craved contact and leaving her ready for more the second he pulled back. It was so simple, and yet so complete, offering more than even her largest toys could. A toy couldn't weigh atop her, take control of its own movements, be so hot and real inside her, or offer sweet noises of contentment as undeniable praise to her body's comfort.
When he sped up, his hips transitioning from leisurely, measured thrusts, to rocking and humping more passionately, she took that as yet another compliment to the desirability she exuded. His rocking sped up, the earth pony plunging into her more vigorously, his jerky pistoning sending his weighty jewels clapping against her teardrop. The faster he moved, the more haphazard his form became, and the more arbitrary the pleasure she received, his tool rubbing against various parts of her canal and reaching different depths with less and less consistency. Thankfully, this was somewhat mitigated by how frequently he was thrusting into her, reducing the amount of time between each dose of pleasure, but it wasn't all about the physicality of it anyway. The sounds Button made, his breathing and moaning and whimpering, was what really stoked her excitement.
"Do I feel good?" she asked, biting her lip as he breathed against her neck, the gusts of exertion and passion caressing her skin tenderly.
"You feel amazing," he groaned, holding her tighter. "I love exploring your vagina."
His dirty talk could use some work - as could his overall technique - but his inhibitions had entirely disappeared, and he was getting into the spirit of embracing raw passion. His imprecise thrusts and sporadic, staccato jerks were accompanied by genuine, sincere groans and grunts, his admiration and satisfaction and all his other sentiments and feelings expressed perfectly and wonderfully by just how vocal he was. This was for him, but it wasn't selfish to indulge in a young male's most bare and basic expressions of lust and passion. Perhaps she'd missed it more than she'd realised?
"It's all yours," Rarity promised him, her own voice interspersed with petite whines and stifled sighs. "Plow my tight pussy, show me how much you love it."
He did exactly that, ramming himself into her with abandon, his pelvis whacking against her backside and his spear driving into her passage as she clenched and squeezed around him as best as she could. It was harder with such an arhythmic partner, but she did her best, and from his panting and groaning, it seemed she was doing well enough. The shower washed away their sweat, depriving her of the sinful experience of feeling the drops land against her neck and face as he exerted himself to please her and use her body to pleasure himself, but the way his pace staggered and he had to readjust his stance before resuming his frantic humping told her he was growing tired over the course of pounding her. Her imagination filled in the rest; bodies slick with sweat, the reek of passion as they lay entwined on silky bedsheets, his refusal to quit until they were both spent. She ignited her horn, focusing on her thick fleshy bud between her legs, rubbing and letting the magic thrum through her bundle of nerves to properly enjoy the whole experience. With his grunts and groans and the feel of him giving in to his desperation, she had everything she needed to-
"G-Gonna cum," he grunted, his pace growing jerkier and more urgent suddenly. At the same time, his flare swelled, applying greater pressure to her insides. It was pleasant, but it wasn't going to be enough to push her over the edge. Accepting the situation as it was, she refocused on his needs, speaking filthy words to him as he rapidly approached his peak. She told him how much she wanted him to let go, to give her everything he had, and she whimpered in that feminine way she knew would leave him legless by the end of it. Sure enough, within seconds, the stallion groaned loudly, bordering on a shout, and shuddered as his cock pulsed, pumped, and spewed a hot gush of semen into her waiting tunnel.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cheered, gasping as the sequential splashes ran through her, seeping over her flesh and adding to the flames of her arousal. Her quim contracted around him, partly out of a conscious desire to give him the utmost, but mostly out of instinct to milk all of the precious seed from the virile stallion. With every squeeze, her walls grew hotter, the nerves flaring from the pressure and the delight of pressing against something so hot and hard, and accompanying it all was the grunts that gave her no incentive to stop coaxing more from him.
Button lay atop her for a good few seconds after he finished, his dick still throbbing and maybe oozing out a couple of latent globules of cream, before he finally pulled back, easing himself out of her. Rarity sighed contentedly, her reaction to his disembarkment more restrained than his. He grunted from sensitivity, his hooves clacking against the floor as he returned to standing. She was left empty, not gaping as if she'd been bred by a stud, but hardly left without something to appreciate. Laying down, she turned over onto her back, catching the brown pony's attention as she spread her hindlegs and presented her marehood to him.
"That was exquisite," she told him, her eyelids falling halfway to tempt him towards her. "Would you be a gentlecolt and help a lady?" She flexed her lower muscles once again, her clit and quim winking at her behest, and his eyes snapped to the movement. "I'm quite close, darling, and I would love to look at you as I-"
Her seduction was interrupted by Button's immediate compliance, his hoof reaching out and brushing against her vulva with an inexperienced touch. Guiding him with a few words and a correction with her magic, she directed him upward towards her pearl, gasping as he made contact. It hadn't taken him much to figure out what he needed to do, and once he arrived at her pleasure-centre, his hoofwork progressed quickly. He experimented with roughness and speed, seeing how she reacted to harsher and softer presses, to strumming and to slow, deliberate circles. Rarity had intended to use magic to finish the job, but the colt's ability was surprisingly adequate, and so she laid back and praised his work with feminine groans and words of encouragement.
Button's lips sealed around one of the unicorn's teets, catching the mare off-guard and causing her to gasp. She rarely paid attention to her breasts, and having a stallion so readily latch on and suckle, licking and lapping hungrily at her soft pads of flesh, sent a confused but warm pleasure through her. Maybe it was the worship of her body, or maybe she was especially sensitive there, but Button's enthusiasm was rewarded with a stuttered breath, and a dribble of marelube from her increasingly clenching quim. Her nipples hardened under his touch, growing erect within seconds of his lips and tongue circling her nubs, and she didn't hold back the sincere whimpers that emerged as a result. With a hoof against her clit, pressing and strumming softly, and his mouth switching from one tit to the other, she was left in a surprisingly competent ascension of pleasure.
The tension tightened in her lower belly over the course of minutes, slowly accruing as Button did his utmost to stimulate his first mare. She didn't know if he noticed the increase in her breathing, the contractions of her marehood, or the undulation of her loins, but he didn't stop as she climbed inexorably towards her climax. His hoof and mouth remained occupied, focusing on the most sensitive parts of her body and driving her slowly but surely towards that innevitable destination.
"I'm getting close," she alerted him. "I'm nearly there, keep doing that."
He stopped, pulling back from her breasts, though his hoof kept its motion against her clit. She huffed at the reduction in stimulation, watching as he lowered himself between her legs, his muzzle laid against her groin.
"Cum for me," he said, his voice surprisingly husky. "Don't be quiet, just be as loud as you want." And with that, he took away his hoof, embraced her clit with his lips, and suckled. His tongue lashed furiously at her pink bud, his eyes locking with hers as he refocused all of his ministrations entirely on the centre of her sensitivity. The action alone would've gotten her over the edge, but to see him looking back at her with enthusiasm and determination, face buried between her legs - a young and virile stallion no less - and the confidence of his wish to have her cum, Rarity easily peaked.
"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, her legs clamping around his head and drawing him closer, refusing to let him go until the quake passed. She shuddered as the pulses surged through her, echoing back and forth along her body. She welcomed the release, the return to such passion a delight in its own right. The lapping didn't cease throughout her orgasm, even as her cunny clenched and squeezed, femdrool running down her crotch and onto the shower floor where it flowed away down the drain. Even as she came down slowly, the pangs lessening and becoming duller, the stallion worked her clit, his admirable stubborn pursuit leaving her tingling down below as her climax subsided.
She released his head, and he took the opportunity to pull back, smacking his lips as he did so. Now that there was an unobstructed view, she saw his hoof tugging at his erection, something which he'd been doing the entire time, she realised, something he only stopped when he stood and walked over her body.
"Can I finish on your face?" he asked, sheepishness creeping back into his voice and visage. "I'm nearly done, I just want to...if you'll let me?"
Rarity was amazed, but not unhappy, about his resilience. Some stallions could last multiple rounds, but most were satisfied with two, at most, and here was a virgin's first time, putting them to shame on that front. Who was she to say no?
"It's only fair," she remarked, smiling up at him. "I did just finish on yours, after all." Reaching out with her magic, she grasped his rod, feeling the stiffness of it. Even after two pretty intense orgasms, there was little give, the barest flex of elasticity before she met unyeilding hardness. If she could actually feel it, she expected she'd feel him running hot. "Let me take care of it, you just relax and focus on giving me the biggest, stickiest cumshot you can, okay?"
His murmur of approval fell away into a groan as she began to move, sweeping up and down his shaft in confident, practiced strokes. Her career required precision and a deft touch, and those skills were eminently transferable to this act. He was already trembling, his limbs lifting slightly to adjust his stance, shaking a little from the quick adjustment to a whole new sensation. From experience, she knew being touched by magic wasn't the same as the touch of a hoof or claw; there was a weightless, presencelessness to it, something akin to static electricity combined with the buoyancy of water. The motions were smooth, the absence of friction allowing her to pump and glide without any difficulty whatsoever.
Another glow encompassed his productive nuts, surrounding them in a sparkling cornflower aura as she carefully massaged the pair, brushing lovingly over their surface. The stallion gasped and let out a staggered breath at the dual focus, his pole throbbing in the unicorn's grasp. It wouldn't take long like this, she knew, and so she turned her attention to another aspect of his pleasure. As she'd said earlier, whatever Sweetie could do, she could do better.
"Do you like painting pretty mares?" she asked, exaggerating her demureness. "Do you like marking us as yours?"
"Y-Yes," Button admitted, his right hindleg twitching.
"I want that so badly. I want to be marked with your delicious, creamy spunk. Can you imagine me walking around, covered in your cum? Can you imagine me letting everypony know that you've claimed me as your mare?"
"F-fuck..." He throbbed, his glans flaring, and she increased the speed of her strokes.
"Yes, that's it! I want you to cum for me, all over my face. I want you to ruin me, to make me wear your jizz like you own me. I want to be able to smell your cum for days, and I want the world to see what a slut you've made out of a perfect, upstanding lady! Imagine how envious everypony else will be, knowing you've fucked a mare they could never hope to-"
"FUCK!"
Button thrust forward, his cock jolting towards the mare, and Rarity managed to close her eyes before the first shot spurted from his dilated cockhole. It slopped over her chin and muzzle, a rope of thick cream that seemed no thinner than the previous two times he'd blown his load in her. The next volley landed against her cheek, and the next wrapped around her horn. She jerked him vigorously as he busted, drawing forth that godly nectar until he had no more to give. It would probably be hard to see against her coat, but her neck, throat, cheeks, lips, nose, eyelids, and forehead were criss-crossed with the result of his potent ejaculations, leaving her thoroughly and properly decorated. She slowed her magic's speed, then gradually let him go from her grasp, leaving him to heave in breaths as she giggled and cooed, basking in the perversion she'd enabled. Waiting until she was sure he'd got a good look at the mess they'd made together, she slowly stood up, sought out the shower's stream, and washed away the goop, smiling as it slid from her body.
"Please don't tell Sweetie Belle."
Rarity wiped the water from her face and turned to the stallion, who looked abashed, his eyes downcast. Tutting in a playfully disapproving way, she faced him fully, fixing him with a caring smile.
"I've already told you that she won't learn about this from me," she reminded him. "I meant it. I'm not going to betray your trust like that." She didn't add, 'Unlike a certain mare with both know,' as much as she would've liked to do so.
"Okay." He licked his lips and glanced around at nothing. "Um, thanks for...well, everything."
"You don't need to thank me at all. You were a stallion in need, and I assisted how I could. And you were amazing." She delivered another kiss to his cheek, to which he smiled goofily, rubbing the spot she'd kissed. "And speaking of Sweetie Belle, if she ever tries to go back on her promises again, I want you to come and find me. If she won't fulfil your needs, I will."
Button gawked at her as she reached for one of the conditioners on the shelf, shaking his head as she squeezed a healthy dollop onto her hoof. "You mean this wasn't a one-time thing? You want to keep doing this with me?"
"That depends on your wishes, darling," the unicorn informed him, applying the conditioner and closing her eyes. "And hers. If she insists on being unreliable, then I shall be the remedy." She heard him sigh in happy disbelief.
"You're amazing, Rarity." His words brought a wry smile to her lips.
"I'm only the Element of Generosity, darling. And to those in need, I can be very generous, indeed."
