It Takes Three to Tango

Author's Note/Warning: This chapter contains some futaDash (i.e. Rainbow Dash, but with a penis) toward the end, so if that's not your cup of tea, I'd skip the second sex scene... Yes, there are two. The first one is fine, completely penis-free. Anyway, enjoy.

It Takes Three to Tango

Dressed for Success

Rarity awoke slowly, taking time to stretch each of her legs before she even considered getting out of bed. She cracked an eye open and saw the sun peeking around her new blackout curtains. She sighed and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling and sighing. I never feel as rested as I should after a good nap. Her thoughts flashed back to her most recent dream, bringing a smile and a blush to her face. Then again, I suppose I haven’t been having the most peaceful of dreams lately.

She rolled back over onto her stomach again, running a hoof along her silk sheets while her smile quickly vanished. Though, a change of scenery would be nice. While the privacy of her bedroom is appreciated for our... occasional amorous activities, it would be nice to have a walk through a forest or beside a lake for the times we simply talk. Finally resigning herself to getting up, Rarity moved to the edge of the bed and hopped down onto the floor. She trudged into her bathroom and grabbed her favorite brush, floating it up to straighten her bedraggled mane.

If only there was somepony whom I could ask about this. She smirked as the obvious answer sprung to mind. Well, somepony other than Princess Luna. Another rush of color spread across her face as she thought about the lunar princess’ reaction if she ever saw one of her more risqué dreams. However, talking to her couldn’t hurt. Who better than the mare responsible for overseeing the dreams of everypony in Equestria? Her brush froze in mid-air as a thought occurred to her.

It may prove... challenging... to speak with Princess Luna, though. She tapped the brush against her chin, running through what would need to be done. I’d have to go to Canterlot, obviously. Hope that she’s not too busy and that I don’t have to wait too long to meet with her, although it could be several days. After all, it’s not like I can just show up and expect her to drop everything to see me. I’m no Twilight.

Twilight...

She continued her preparatory rituals, deftly applying a touch of eye shadow as she considered the living repository of knowledge that lived down the street. Hmm... I wonder if Twilight could tell me anything about this. I wouldn’t be surprised, given how much she reads. Although, it is a rather niché subject. Twilight might not have a book in stock even if she’s familiar with the subject. At the very least, I could ask for her help in getting permission to check the Royal Archives. Shaking her head, she hopped off of that particular train of thought. Don’t get ahead of yourself, Rarity. The first item on the list is paying Twilight a visit. Satisfied that she now had a plan of action, she finished getting ready, wishing that there were some sounds to break up the oppressive silence of her home other than the brush running through her mane.

Once she had finished making herself presentable, she made her way downstairs and trotted over to the door. Before she could open it, however, a knock came from the other side, followed shortly by an overly cheerful voice.

“Hi Rarity!” Pinkie Pie leaned forward, peering through the window and waving. The unicorn questioned her friend’s impeccable timing, but ultimately resorted to the commonly accepted explanation of ‘It’s Pinkie Pie’ and moved on. She took a deep breath and let it out in a heavy sigh before putting on her best smile.

“Pinkie, dear. What a pleasant surprise.” Rarity greeted the pink pony as she pulled the door open. “I’m sorry, but the Boutique is closed at the moment. What brings you here?”

“Oh, well I just realized that I hadn’t seen you the last two days.” Pinkie sat down, freeing her front hooves to perform elaborate motions alongside her words. “I figured that you were just working super duper hard, like the time you made all of us dresses for the Grand Galloping Gala. Then I was afraid that maybe you thought we had all forgotten about you and didn’t want to be friends anymore, and that you were having a party with a bunch of inanimate objects. But then, I remembered that only I do that and mmph mmn mphmmm—” The rest of her words were cut off by a white hoof pressed against her mouth.

“I know, dear, and I’m terribly sorry. I’ve just been so busy lately.” She turned her smile up a notch and hoped it would be enough to satisfy her friend. “I’ve been working nearly day and night on a rush order from Fancypants up in Canterlot.”

“Canterlot?” Pinkie broke out into a grin that threatened to split her face in half. “Oh my gosh, that’s so super duper exciting! You know what this calls for?” She ducked down, gathering herself for a jump.

“Please not a party, darling.” Rarity lifted a hoof to her mouth to cover a yawn. “I’m afraid that I am simply too exhausted for one today.”

“A par—” Pinkie stopped in mid-jump, as did the explosion of confetti that had spawned behind her. She zipped back to the ground, and the colorful bits of paper inexplicably returned to wherever they had exploded from in the first place. Rarity’s eye twitched before she regained her composure enough to reassert her expression of polite patience that she normally affected around Pinkie.

“Okie doki loki. We can have the party tomorrow.” The party pony smiled broadly.

Rarity winced, knowing that any Pinkie Pie party would invariably include Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash as guests. “Tomorrow may not be ideal either. I’m sorry.” She watched as the other mare visibly deflated. “How about this, dear? You can have the party, and I simply won’t be able to attend.”

“Aww... it won’t be a very fun party without the guest of honor.” Pinkie poked at the dirt with a hoof for a moment, then looked up and smiled. “But, if you’re too busy, we’ll just have to have extra fun to make up for it. Maybe I can even bring you a piece of cake. That way you won’t be totally missing out.”

“That sounds lovely, darling. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to make a run over to the library.” The unicorn moved to walk past her friend, only to have the pink party pony turn and begin bouncing alongside her.

“Ooh, me too!” Pinkie chirped, rebounding back to her normal exuberace. “I just finished a super interesting book and I know that Twilight wanted it back because it was on loan from the Royal Canterlot Library. It was about—”

Rarity rolled her eyes and tuned the other mare out as they walked, finding herself in no mood to deal with Pinkie’s proclivity to prattle on. She looked around and let her mind wander, subconsciously searching for inspiration for a new design. She spotted a pastel purple flower growing in a roadside garden. Instantly, her mind was off, crafting a flowing dress that hugged its wearer’s curves without being overly suggestive or revealing. Oh, it would look absolutely perfect on Flutter— The thought died in her head, and the dress she had been planning unraveled. A wave of pain and sorrow washed over her, but she carefully kept her expression neutral and kept walking.

“—just then I remembered that I had put the cake batter in the confetti cannons and the confetti in the cake oven, again, but it was too late to do anything. It was a mess, a big, tasty mess.” Pinkie’s endless chatter finally died down as the pair reached the library. She reached out to knock, but the door simply fell open as her hoof hit it, sending a bell above it ringing.

Rarity stepped through the doorway first, her brow furrowed. Odd. The library door never had a bell in the past. Nor did it have a... rather large pile of cushions where the table used to be.

“Good afternoon, how can I— Oh, hello, Pinkie, Rarity.” Twilight was seated in the middle of the mountain of pillows and looked up from the book she was reading, closing it with a thump. “What can I do for you girls, today?”

“Twilight?” The alabaster mare raised an eyebrow and looked over the heap of cushions, grimacing internally at the clashing colors scattered throughout. “My dear, what is all of... this?” She waved a hoof at the librarian’s throne of pillows.

The lavender unicorn chuckled and smiled sheepishly. “Well, I kind of fell and injured my leg yesterday—” She lifted her foreleg from a cushion, revealing it to be wrapped in a cast. “—Nurse Redheart put me on bedrest for the next three days—”

“And you came trudging down the steps less than an hour after she left.” Spike grumbled as he walked by.

“I did not!” Twilight replied, rolling her eyes. “It was an hour and a half, and I had you there to help me every step of the way. Plus, I’m plenty comfy down here thanks to the throne of pillows that someone built for me. For the last time, Spike, I’m fine.” Her assistant mumbled something unintelligible and disappeared behind a large stack of books. “Anyway, I was going stir-crazy being cooped up in there and Spike kept coming back upstairs needing help to find books for customers—”

“I only did that once!” The baby dragon’s irritated voice drifted out from behind the books.

“But... how?” Rarity craned her neck up to try and see her friend’s injured leg among the pile of pillows. “Whatever happened to your leg, dear?”

Twilight winced, looking down at her leg and then off to the side. “I’d... rather not talk about it right now.” She reasserted her professional demeanor. “So, how can I help you two today?”

“I just came by to return a book I borrowed.” Pinkie pulled a thick, black, leather-bound book from her mane and dropped it onto the base of the mountain. Twilight leaned forward, squinting to try and read the title of the book.

“You had my copy of Deep Thinker’s Theoretical Metaphysics?” The librarian pressed her good hoof between her eyes. “Why would you even— No. I don’t even want to know.” She let out a sigh and looked to her other visitor. “What about you, Rarity?”

The fashionista had been too busy staring at the tome Pinkie had pulled from her mane to think about why she had come to the library in the first place. Twilight’s question snapped her back to reality. “Hmm? Oh, yes. I was just wondering if...” She trailed off, belatedly realizing that she hadn’t thought of a good way to phrase her request. “I was curious if you knew anything about... dreams.”

“Yes?” The lavender mare cocked her head to the side and ran a hoof through her mane. “Was there a... specific aspect of dreams you wanted to know about?”

“Well, yes... though I’m not quite sure how to put it.” Rarity pursed her lips thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. “What do you know about dream manipulation?”

Twilight stared at her in confusion for a few moments before realization dawned on her face. “Oh, you mean lucid dreaming. There’s actually been a good amount of research done on it. It’s not quite dreamwalking, but nopony other than Princess Luna has had that ability in millenia, if ever. Most of the historical records from back then aren’t as... detailed or as trustworthy as more recent works, so it’s—” She stopped mid-sentence and shook her head.

“Sorry.” Tapping her uninjured hoof to her chin, she looked around the library while she ran through a mental list of all the books there, chewing on her lip as she did. “Hmm... I don’t think the library has anything on lucid dreaming.” She shot a furtive glance up to her bedroom door, then down at Rarity, who looked crestfallen. “Although... Spike!”

“Yeah?” The baby dragon poked his head out from behind his stack of books, which was noticeably smaller.

“Can you get my copy of Nighty Night’s Dream Mechanics and Machinations from my personal collection?” Twilight asked, motioning up to her bedroom with a nod of her head. “Oh, and could you put my copy of Theoretical Metaphysics back while you’re at it?”

“Sure thing. It’s not like I was in the middle of re-shelving those books you asked me to or anything.” Spike grumbled to himself and waddled over to grab the book Pinkie had returned before trudging up the staircase. The scrabbling of his claws on the wooden floor faded, stopped for a moment, then grew louder again as he reemerged from the doorway with another book, this one bound in brown leather. He hopped down the stairs and handed it to the white unicorn, sneaking an extra glance at her while she was examining the book.

“I had no idea there was... this much on the subject.” Rarity held the tome in her magical grasp and turned it over.

“Oh, that’s nothing.” Twilight responded, waving a hoof dismissively. “Nighty Night’s works are the gold standard on the subject of lucid dreaming, but there are all kinds of more advanced and in-depth studies on it. Princess Luna has even authored a good number of books about dreams. They’re mainly about how to prevent nightmares, but from there it’s fairly easy to move to actively changing a dream in progress.”

“Well, thank you for the book, darling. I’ll be sure to bring it back as soon as I’m done.” Rarity looked up, laying her borrowed text on her back. “Though, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you need to ask Spike to get it? Wouldn’t it have been easier to use your magic?”

The librarian winced again and brought a hoof up to her head. “Usually yes, but part of why I’m... like this.” She used her hoof to pull back her mane, revealing a hairline fracture a few inches from the base of her horn. “I hurt my horn when I miscalculated a teleportation spell and slammed into a tree. I can’t do any magic until it heals.” She smiled a bit and let her mane fall. “Well, I can do magic, but it hurts and I do my best Sweetie Belle impression, setting anything I grasp on fire.”

“Oh, dear.” Rarity shivered at the thought of being unable to do magic. “So, how long will you have have to do this? When will you be up and about again?”

“I have to head to the hospital the day after tomorrow to get my leg looked at. As for my horn, it’ll probably be seven to ten days until it heals.” Twilight replied, shrugging. “In the meantime... I’ve been catching up on my reading.”

“Oh yes, because you did so little of that before.” Rarity countered playfully. The librarian stuck her tongue out for a moment before giggling. “Anyway, as I said, thank you for the book, but I really must be getting back to the boutique. Pinkie, I—” She turned to where the earth pony had been standing, but found only empty air. “Where’d she go?”

“I... don’t know.” Twilight stared at the spot the party pony had stood moments ago. “She was standing right there just a—” The bell above the door sounded again as it closed, and Pinkie could be seen vibrating down the street. “Huh... maybe she felt a doozy coming?

“Well, in any case, I believe I have some reading to do. Thank you again, darling.” The fashionista trotted out the door and pulled it shut behind her, sending the new bell tinkling. She lifted the book from her back and flipped it open to the first page, skimming it as she walked home. Well, it looks like I have some homework for tonight. She flipped through the whole book rapidly, grimacing slightly as she saw nothing but page after page of dense text, broken up only by headings and titles for new chapters. Though, it’s nothing a nice glass of wine won’t help solve.

Rarity arrived back at her home and ducked inside, locking the door again and slipping into the kitchen for a nice glass of marelot before heading upstairs. She pulled back the drapes on her windows and lay down to read her new book with a focus usually reserved for when inspiration struck, stopping only to light a pair of candles on her nightstand when the sun finally set. Several hours later, she laid the book on her nightstand next to a glass of water and her sleeping pills, then nestled down into her bed, letting the implications of what she had just read sink in.

I could do anything with this...

Anything...

A sly smile spread across her face. This night was going to be... how did Rainbow put it? At least twenty percent cooler.

*

Rarity opened her eyes and saw the now familiar sight of the ceiling of Rainbow Dash’s room. She ran a hoof over the mattress, marveling at its plushness just as she did every time she visited her dreams. Her hoof travelled a short ways before meeting an obstacle that recoiled when she poked it.

“Hey!” Rainbow’s voice sounded from beside her, barely contained giggles bubbling toward the surface. “Careful, that tickles.” The unicorn turned her head to see her wife lying next to her. She smiled for a moment before rolling over and hopping down onto the floor.

“Rares?” Dash sat up, watching the other mare with a worried look. “What’re you...” The rest of her question died in her throat when Rarity turned and gave her a predatory grin.

Rarity turned back to face the bed, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. She focused, picturing what she wanted in her head as clearly as she could. She felt the floor under her hooves shift and change from cloud to polished marble. One last touch... She shifted her focus, almost afraid to open her eyes and see if it worked.

“Oh, come on!” Rainbow’s outburst echoed slightly, but her agitation was clear. “You can’t possibly be—” She groaned, and a light clip clop echoing through the room suggested that she had started pacing. “Is this some kind of cruel joke?”

Rarity opened her eyes and examined their new surroundings. They were in the suite of the Royal Palace that she had stayed in during the fiasco with Twilight’s birthday. She took a moment to admire the exquisite room before bringing her gaze to Rainbow. The pegasus was hiding on the other side of the bed and blushing fiercely.

“Of course not, love.” She began walking around the bed and over to the flustered mare, drinking in the luscious sight before her. Dash was dressed in a Prench maid outfit with a skirt that barely covered her flank, complete with a pair of black shoes for her hind legs.

“But this... thing is too short.” Rainbow kept reaching up to pull the skirt down, but it would just snap back up to its original position every time.

“I think it looks stunning, dear.” Rarity reached out and ran a hoof up the back of her lover’s leg, causing the other mare to squirm. Smiling to herself, she sauntered over to the bed and lay down on it. “Now, I think you’ll be needing this.” With a brief glow from her horn, she floated a feather duster over to her wife, who gave her a deadpan ‘are you serious?’look. She merely smiled until Dash rolled her eyes and took the duster in her mouth, only to drop it as soon as the magical aura disappeared.

“No offense, Rares—” Rainbow kicked at the duster, sending it clattering a few feet away. “—but it's bad enough that you've got me dressed like this, there's no way I'm gonn—Ah! Ooooh.” She yelped, but it quickly turned into a moan. Her knees gave out and she sank to the floor, biting her lip and curling in on herself as she felt something vibrating inside her. After a moment, she looked up at the bed, where her lover was smiling and holding a small device with a dial attached.

“Now now, darling. You mustn't disobey, lest you be... punished.” Rarity turned the dial back to a lower setting and smirked as her wife got to her hooves unsteadily, panting slightly. “Oh, and I feel I should mention that your new outfit came with a... surprise. Now, I shall ask you only once: Please clean the room.”

Dash licked her lips and gazed hungrily at the unicorn on the bed while the egg inside her continued to vibrate. She took one small shaky step forward, torn with indecision. Part of her had to admit that the idea was tantalizing. Just the thought that Rarity would be able to toy with her, and likely see her with the way the maid outfit pulled her tail up, while she cleaned the room sent a rush of excitement through her. However, a deeper and more primal part of her wanted to simply leap across the room and ravage the other mare.

From her position lounging on the bed, Rarity watched as Dash picked up the duster and started sweeping it across the first shelf, licking her lips as she saw a drop of moisture fall from her lover’s nethers. She shifted on the bed, rubbing her hind legs together and teasing at her own growing arousal. Patience.She reprimanded herself. All good things to those who wait.She waited for a moment, allowing Rainbow to finish the first bookcase and step shakily over to the next one before twisting the dial in her hooves and watching her wife squirm.

“Ah ah ah.” She waved a hoof in admonition before turning the dial back down, but leaving it slightly higher than it had been before. “You missed a spot. There, on the bottom shelf.” She lazily waved a hoof at the bookcase, affecting annoyance.

Rainbow looked back at the bed, the primal urge to ravage her tormentor growing within her, but she turned back to the shelf and leaned down to brush the shelf again and felt a tugging at her tail. Looking back, she saw that Rarity had bundled and wrapped her tail in a strip of faux leather, propping it up so that her marehood was exposed. A shiver raced up her spine as a slight breeze crossed her lower lips. She glanced back at the unicorn, who merely waved her hoof in a sweeping motion, so she swung her head back and forth a few times over the bottom shelf, biting down on the duster's handle as a knot of tension wound itself ever tighter in her stomach. She looked over her shoulder at the bed for approval.

“Much better, Miss Dash. Please, continue.” Rarity pretended to examine her hoof disinterestedly while watching her wife walk to the next bookshelf on trembling legs. She resisted the urge to snake her hoof between her legs and tend to her own need, instead focusing her attention on Rainbow's exposed marehood. Dash's entrance was flushed pink and her lips were opening and closing while the occasional drop of moisture dripped to the floor. A shame to waste nectar from such a delicate flower.

Rainbow dropped the duster as she started laughing with an occasional moan sprinkled in. “C-come on, Rares. Don’t make me laugh. Th-this is hard enough as it is without stuff like th-that.”

“Well, that is more or less the point, love.” Rarity chuckled to herself behind a hoof before reasserting her composure after a few moments. “Now, since that little... slip-up was my fault, I will forgive it, but the next one will be dealt with appropriately.”

With each item that Dash cleaned, the unicorn would raise the power of the egg buried in her wife for a few seconds before lowering back to one notch higher than it had been before and chastising her for missing a spot. As Rainbow made her way around the room, her steps became more wobbly and her breathing grew more ragged with each notch higher that her tormentor left the egg. Eventually, Dash faltered, placing a hoof against the wall and panting heavily while her wings struggled to extend from her sides. Rarity quickly lowered the toy's power to a step above the minimum.

“P-please.” Rainbow turned and took a step toward the bed before sinking to the ground, her wings shooting out to full extension. She thrust a hoof between her hind legs and began rubbing it against her swollen vulva, only to have it forcibly pulled away in an aura of blue magic. She looked at the alabaster mare pleadingly, desperation clear in her voice. “Rares... please. Just a little—”

“That is ‘Madam Rarity’ to you, Miss Dash. Though, I will also accept ‘Mistress’ for now.” She quickly caught her wife’s free forehoof with another pulse of magic before she could move it and held it in place. “There is still one area that you have neglected to clean. Once you... correct your oversight, I shall consider relieving you.”

“Where?” Dash asked while she tried to rub her hind legs together before they too were caught in magic and pulled apart. She was lifted from the floor and brought up to eye level with the unicorn. She snorted and looked around the room, occasionally groaning in frustration and pulling at her bonds. “I cleaned every friggin’ thing in this room... twice, since it was never good enough the first ti—Aiee!” She shrieked as her wrapped tail was yanked to the side, eliciting a sharp spike of pain.

“This is your last warning, Miss Dash. Any further outbursts will be dealt with more... severely.” Rarity scolded her wife before releasing the prismatic tail from her telekinetic grasp. She slid over and sat near the edge of the bed, letting her rear hooves hang off the edge but keeping them crossed. “Now, as I said, there is one last area that needs some... attention.” She purred and uncrossed her legs, revealing her own flushed sex.

Rainbow’s eyes dropped to the treasure laid bare before her and her nostrils flared as she caught a whiff of Rarity’s musk. The magic holding her in place disappeared and she fell a few inches, her outstretched wings instinctively guiding her to land on her hooves. She took a step forward, her excitement winding ever tighter. “Yes, mistress.”

Rarity lay back on the bed, shivering as she felt her lover’s breath play over her nethers. She bit her lip and inhaled sharply as she felt a tentative lick at her lower lips. She crooned as Rainbow began her work in earnest, tracing slow strokes with her tongue that ran the length of the flower splayed before her, each one ending with the lightest brush over her mistress’ clit.

Dash wanted to use one of her hooves to tend to her own needs, but her labor was beginning to bear fruit, and she needed both of her forelegs to hold onto the other mare as she began bucking her hips with each flick against her sensitive button.

Rarity threw a hoof out across the bed, looking for some purchase to hold onto, and found the remote control for the toy. Grinning to herself, she cranked the dial up, keeping it a few notches below the maximum. The mare between her legs let out a throaty moan, then redoubled her efforts and plunged her tongue into her lover’s inner passage. The unicorn writhed on the bed as she felt her climax building, but the pleasurable sensations began to slow after a short time. She looked down and saw Dash breathing heavily, her eyes fluttering closed as she neared her own release.

Rarity reached over, turning the dial back down, and Rainbow’s eyes snapped open, looking up at her mistress with a ravenous hunger in her eyes. She went back to her work, exploring the other mare’s delicious depths with her tongue and leaning forward to rub her nose against the exposed nub of flesh. She listened to Rarity’s moans climb ever higher as she brought her inevitably toward climax. A sudden silence was her only warning before her lover let out a high-pitched scream as the first wave of her orgasm hit. A gush of fluid filled her mouth, and she struggled to swallow it all, spilling some of the precious liquid in rivulets from the corners of her mouth.

As the alabaster mare drifted down from her high, she heard her wife working furiously to achieve her own release. With a great deal of effort and concentration, she called on her magic and once again wrapped the pegasus’ hooves in magic, pulling them apart and lifting her off of the floor.

“Please!” Rainbow struggled against her bonds, but they held firm. “Mistress, you said—”

“I said that I would consider relieving you.” Rarity cut across her wife’s protests and floated her up onto the bed, holding her hooves outstretched. “While you did a very... thorough job, I’m not sure if you deserve any relief.” She scooted closer to the edge of the bed, preparing to hop down to the floor. “In fact, I’m rather tempted to simply leave you here for a time to see—”

“No!” Dash shouted, pulling at the magical restraints with all her might. “Please, mistress, anything but that. I beg of—Ah!” She flinched as the other mare’s hoof struck her cutie mark with a resounding smack.

“You will not interrupt me again, is that clear?” Rarity ground a hoof into the tri-colored lightning bolt she had just cuffed, earning a frantic nod from the restrained pegasus. “As I was saying—” She eased her pressure, tracing the outline of Dash’s cutie mark with a feather touch. “—I’m tempted to leave you here...” She trailed off for a few moments, letting the silence build before she continued. “But, I believe in rewarding a job well done.” With her free hoof, she reached across the bed and turned the toy’s dial higher, making sure to keep it just below the level that would push Rainbow over the edge without help.

Dash squirmed against her bonds, feeling her arousal build, but eventually plateau just shy of release. She whimpered in frustration, then felt a light brush of contact trailing up her left rear leg. She looked down and saw Rarity trailing a hoof up her leg, and she tried to shift her hips to the side, lining the hoof up with her dripping sex. However, the white leg merely hopped over to her other leg and began trailing down.

Rarity watched as Rainbow writhed on the bed, inching her hoof downward. When the fidgeting stopped, she slowly brought her hoof back up, teasing along her wife’s inner thigh, but skirting around the heated center of her arousal and moving to her other leg. Dash let out another frustrated whimper, chewing on her lip to the point that the unicorn thought she might draw blood. Finally deciding that she’d had her fun, Rarity lifted her hoof from the cyan leg, drawing another disappointed whine from her lover, and started tracing the flushed pink lips with the pad of her hoof. She slowly worked her way up, listening to Rainbow’s moans climb along with her hoof. She brushed against the bound mare’s clit, reveling in the sharp intake of breath it caused and the way Rainbow’s eyes shot open, unfocused and wild with desire.

She ran her hoof along the sensitive nub again, dragging it slowly this time. Dash’s leg muscles bunched and flexed, straining against her magical bonds. Her breathing came in short, ragged bursts while her mouth worked in vain to articulate the sensations coursing through her. Rarity made one more pass with a little more pressure, and it was enough to send Rainbow over the edge.

Dash let out a long, shuddering moan as paroxysms of pleasure wracked her body. A splash of liquid flowed from her nethers and soaked into the sheets, but neither mare mourned its loss. She twitched as residual waves of bliss ricocheted through her body.

Rarity wasn’t done, however. With a casual flick of her horn, a new magical aura formed around Dash’s sensitive entrance, teasing her flushed lips and delicate button to prolong her orgasm. The unicorn kept up her assault until it looked like Rainbow would never come down from her euphoric high. After more than a minute, Rarity stopped her teasing, allowing her to finally recover from all the stimulation.

She smiled down at the exhausted pegasus, dispelling the magical shackles with a quick wave of her horn, snuggling up next to her wife, and laying her head on the cyan chest next to her. She nuzzled her cheek into the other mare’s neck, eliciting a contented sigh. “So—” She purred. “—did you... enjoy yourself?”

“Wow.” Dash muttered, staring blankly at the ceiling. “That was... wow.” She finally realized her limbs were free and wrapped her forelegs around the unicorn next to her. Deliriously happy giggles bubbled out of her, and she leaned down to nuzzle the top of her lover’s head. The motion caused her skirt to pull at her, reminding her that she was still wearing the maid outfit. “Uh, Rares? You mind?” She pulled at the hem of the skirt.

“I don’t know... I think it looks rather fetching on you.” Rarity ran a hoof down Rainbow’s side, earning a stifled giggle and an exaggerated eye roll. She heaved an overly dramatic sigh. “Very well, if you insist.” She closed her eyes and focused, giggling to herself as the outfit’s fabric disappeared and gave way to the fur underneath.

Dash wiggled on the bed for a few moments, readjusting to get comfortable again. “No offense, Rares, but could we not do that too often? It’s not the most... awesome feeling.”

“Duly noted, love” Rarity chuckled into a hoof. She closed her eyes and prepared to settle in for some quality cuddling, but the warm knot of tension in her core had returned after her earlier release. Watching Dash squirm on the bed, controlling her pleasure, had rekindled the fiery desire inside her. She idly trailed a hoof down her wife’s side, biting her lip and trying to decide whether she should say anything. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a chuckle at her side.

Rainbow nuzzled into the unicorn’s mane, then pulled back and looked down at her with a lecherous grin. “Somepony’s still a little worked up, eh?” She leaned down and kissed the white ear poking out, nibbling on it afterward. “Well, if you can keep up, I’m down for another round. Just say the word.”

Rarity stretched up and kissed Dash on the muzzle, pulling herself tighter against the other mare’s lithe, athletic form. They lay together for a moment, perfectly melded together. Around them, the scene changed again, and their bed with it. Dash wiggled around in alarm, cracking an eye open to find them laying on a cloud high above Canterlot, the vast blue expanse of sky broken only by the occasional small cloud.

Rarity finally pulled away from the kiss, smiling and opening her eyes to reveal a playful glint. She stood up to stretch her legs, straddling her lover in the process. “Very well, I’m ‘down for another round,’ as you put it, but—” She crouched down, coming just low enough that their chests brushed together. “—you’ll have to catch me first.” She whispered into her wife’s ear before pushing off in a jump, arching her back to dive head-first off the edge of the cloud.

Dash watched the other mare disappear past the cloud, stupefied, before scrambling toward the edge, ready to leap off and catch her. “Rarity!” She cried as she looked down at the sprawling city below them, her eyes searching for and locking onto a rapidly falling white form.

The unicorn in question glanced up, laughed fillyishly, and spread a pair of white wings from her side, banking into a wide arc before pulling up into a hover. She looked up at the cloud she had just leapt from. “Well? Are you going to come and catch me or not?” She called, giggling at the dumbstruck expression on her wife’s face. She waited a moment for the pegasus to recover and dive off of the cloud before turning and flying off as fast as she could.

She let out a giddy squeal of delight as the wind whipped through her mane and tugged at her tail. On an impulse, she pulled up into a loop, catching a glimpse of Dash speeding by below her. She abandoned her loop halfway through, rolling over to right herself and taking off in the opposite direction. She pumped her wings as hard as she could, not caring what the wind was doing to her mane or how so much exertion would work up a sweat. All that mattered was the feeling of pure, unadulterated speed as she tore through the sky.

Rarity heard a laugh carry over the roar of wind in her ears, and she looked back to see Rainbow catching up to her. The alabaster mare folded her new wings and dove straight down, aiming for a cloud below her. At the last moment, she reopened her wings and landed on the cloud. Using her momentum to gather herself, she leapt back up and flapped her wings as hard as she could to gain speed. She angled just below Dash’s rapidly approaching form, rolling to brush a wingtip along the cyan pegasus’ stomach as she passed.

They kept flying for some time, with Rarity narrowly escaping her wife’s grasp and even managing to plant a kiss or two on the other mare’s cheek as they blazed past one another. Eventually, her wings began to tire, and she landed on a nearby cloud, flopping onto her back and breathing heavily. A second later, a chromatic blur landed next to her and Dash fell down, heaving ragged breaths.

“Not bad... for your first... time.” Rainbow managed to get out between gasps for air. She rolled onto her side, resting her head on a hoof. “Pretty darn good, actually.” She added, her breathing already returning to normal.

“I’m so... glad you approve... love.” Rarity panted. She got up on her side and lunged at the other mare, knocking her over and laying on top of her. She nuzzled into her wife’s neck and planted a line of kisses, starting up toward her jawline and then back down.

Dash shivered and let out a moan. After a moment of reveling in the attention, she decided to reciprocate. “T-two can play that—Ah!—game.” She muttered before craning her neck forward to lick and nibble the leading edge of her lover’s wing, but to no effect. She blinked in confusion, then tried again, laying a single slow lick along the white wing then biting on the wing joint. When there was still no noticeable response, she gently pushed the other mare away with a hoof.

“Is something the matter, dear?” Rarity asked, worry clear in her voice as she took a step back and sat down.

“Not really, no.” Rainbow sat up and rubbed the back of her neck with a hoof, suddenly feeling bad for distressing her partner and silly for worrying about what was on her mind in the first place. “It’s just that... The thing is...” She sighed and shook her head. “It’s your wings. Doesn’t it feel good when I play with them?”

Rarity extended a wing and looked at it, sighing slightly. “I appreciate the thought darling, I really do, but...” She trailed off and flapped the wing once, still feeling a schoolfillyish rush of excitement that she actually had wings.

Dash cocked her head to the side in confusion, which after a moment was replaced by understanding. “Right... you’ve never had wings, so you don’t know what they feel like, so this isn’t gonna do it for you.” She finished, running a hoof along the leading edge of Rarity’s wing.

The unicorn tried and failed to suppress a chuckle. “No, love, I’m afraid not.” Her mirth vanished as she saw her wife’s eyes fall to her hooves. She reached out and brought her head back up with a hoof. “I guess that means you’ll just have to find other ways to give me that kind of pleasure.” Without waiting for a reaction, she leaned forward and kissed Dash, breathing an internal sigh of relief when the pegasus began kissing her back. She pressed into the contact, slowly moving forward until Rainbow was laying on her back and she was once again standing over her.

Rarity lost herself in the kiss, parting her lips slightly so that their tongues could dance. The burning desire she felt earlier had faded into the background during their flight, but now it was back in full force and driving her crazy. She pulled away from the kiss abruptly, looking down at her lover with wild eyes. “I need you. Now.”

Dash merely smirked, as if she had been waiting to hear that. “Okay. How do you want to do it?” She asked, reaching down with a hoof to caress the other mare’s cutie mark.

Rarity’s eyes fluttered closed as a dozen possibilities raced through her head, then snapped open as she settled on one. She reached over and pulled up a chunk of cloud, quickly shaping it into a rough rod with a loop attached to the end. Closing her eyes again, she focused for a moment, then opened them to see that her bit of cloud had transformed into a black dildo, complete with a leather harness so that it could be worn.

Rainbow’s smirk broke into a full-fledged grin. “Is that a—”

“Put it on.” The alabaster mare interrupted her, dropping the strap-on onto her wife’s stomach and stepping back to give her room to slide it on. She watched as the supine pegasus work the toy over her legs and pull it up to her haunches, catching a tantalizing view of her marehood in the process. Once it was in place, she closed her eyes one last time.

“Rares, what’re—eep!” Dash’s question was cut off with a squeak, followed by a few more sounds of discomfort. After they passed, she huffed in annoyance. “Could you at least warn me before you do that next time?”

However, Rainbow’s request fell on deaf ears, as Rarity was too enthralled with her wife’s new equipment. The black dildo and harness had been replaced with the real thing, complete with a generously sized pair of testicles, that sprouted up from Dash’s groin. She tentatively extended a hoof and brush it along her lover’s new stallionhood as lightly as she could.

“Hoo.” Dash shivered and her member jumped slightly. “That felt freaky. Good—” She hastily clarified. “—but freaky.” She wiggled her hips, sending her rod waving back and forth while she giggled.

The unicorn sighed and rolled her eyes, but soon joined her lover in giggling at the wobbling member. Once their laughter died down, she leaned forward and gave it an experimental sniff, catching the familiar scent of Rainbow’s musk. Emboldened by the haze of lust clouding her mind, she leaned in further and trailed a slow lick from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue around the head when she reached it. She heard a long, low moan from above her and looked up to see Dash’s head thrown back. “Enjoying yourself, love?” She asked, standing up and moving around to give the other mare a kiss on the cheek.

“It still feels weird, but awesome at the same time.” Rainbow leaned over to nuzzle the unicorn, then moved to get up, but was stopped by a hoof on her chest. She looked up at the other mare and cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but her puzzled expression was met with a sly smile.

Rarity lifted a leg and straddled Dash, squeezing the pegasus’ stallionhood between them. She slid forward, gasping as she felt the trapped member part her lower lips as it rubbed against her nethers. She moved up far enough to feel the head of it brush past her clit before sliding back down, leaving a slick trail of arousal behind. She closed her eyes, flaring her wings for balance, and picked up speed. She felt hooves on her hips as she worked, pushing and pulling her whenever she would reach the head to try and work into her inner passage.

After another minute of teasing, Rarity stood up slightly as she slid toward the tip, allowing Rainbow’s trapped member to raise up slightly. She lined the head up with her entrance, biting her lip as she felt the firm flesh begin to spread her petals. Moving at a carefully measured pace, she lowered herself onto the throbbing shaft, basking in the sense of fullness that accompanied each additional inch. Before she could get all the way to the base, Dash thrust her hips up, burying the final few inches into her partner at once.

“Ah!” Rarity’s back arched and her wings twitched at the unexpected assault. She took several ragged breaths to regain her composure, then looked down at her lover, smiled playfully, and began rotating her hips.

“Y-you were t-taking—Oh, Celestia—too long.” Rainbow explained, returning the other mare’s smile. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she grabbed onto the unicorn’s hips in a futile effort to stop them. “C-careful, Rares, it...” She trailed off and her eyes slid closed, a low moan escaping her. “It feels... amazing, but if you k-keep going I-I’m gonna...” Her words trailed off and were replaced by ragged, irregular breaths while she struggled to contain herself.

“Already?” Rarity asked, leaning down to kiss along her wife’s jawline. She craned her neck up so that her muzzle was inches from Dash’s ear. “We’re just getting started, love.” She whispered, before trailing a languid lick along the edge of the cyan ear before her. She pumped her hips and exhaled sharply each time Rainbow’s member bottomed out in her, feeling her own orgasm slowly building. She reached down with a hoof and ran it through Dash’s feathers.

“Ah!” Rainbow’s wings snapped out and she arched her back as her orgasm hit. Rarity sat up and went back to gyrating her hips, grinding her sensitive button against the other mare’s body. She felt a growing warmth deep in her core as Dash pumped splashes of seed into her. Hooves on her hips stopped her grinding before she could finish, and she looked down to see her lover wincing slightly.

“Careful, it’s... sensitive.” The pegasus explained, moving a hoof to brush her partner’s cutie mark. She looked up into the other mare’s sapphire eyes. “That was incredible.” She sighed.

Rarity looked down, gazing into her wife’s magenta eyes with a soft smile. “You say that like we’re done, darling.” She cooed before her smile expanded to a predatory grin. She stood slowly, bracing herself against her lover’s chest and sighing in disappointment as the fullness of Dash’s tool left her. Swinging her hind leg over, she sat down next to Rainbow and shivered as she felt Rainbow’s semen leak from her sex and trail down her thighs.

She focused on the rod before her, admiring the mixture of both of their fluids that covered it. She noticed with dismay that it was starting to shrink and retract into its sheath, so she went to work, running her tongue over every surface she could reach. The tastes of their mixed juices played across her tongue; it was mostly salty, but with a distinct crispness and tang underneath. At the same time, she worked a hoof under her lover’s body, massaging small circles along the wing joint.

Dash shuddered and moans under the unicorn’s ministrations, her splayed wings twitching and beginning to stiffen again. She reached out and brushed a hoof through the other mare’s windswept mane, leaving it to rest behind her head and gently pull her upward.

Rarity followed her unspoken request, leaving a meandering trail of licks and kisses that led to the tip of Rainbow’s penis and swirling her tongue around the head when she got there. However, despite her efforts, the pegasus’ temporary stallionhood had shrunk to just under half its original size, and only a few inches protruded from the sheath. Opting for more drastic measures, she wrapped her lips around the head and plunged forward, taking as much of her wife’s length into her muzzle as she could. With her free hoof, she rubbed along the cyan sheath, occasionally dipping down lower to fondle the orbs just underneath. Taking extreme care to avoid any contact with her teeth, she started working her mouth back and forth over what flesh was still accessible.

Rainbow’s moans and sighs quickly lost any sense of strain or discomfort as her rekindled arousal overwhelmed her body’s desire to rest for a while. The recently unwound knot of tension in her stomach began to tighten again, and she could feel herself getting hard once more under her partner’s skillful touch.

Rarity noticed her wife’s resurgent growth as well and smiled to herself as best she could around the expanding rod in her mouth. With each bob of her head, she felt Dash’s stallionhood travel just a little further into her muzzle, eventually reaching the back of her throat. She kept working, taking it as deep as she could and gagging a little, but soon there were a few exposed inches of flesh between her lips and the end of the sheath. Pulling back until only the flared head remained in her mouth, she took a deep breath and plunged back down. She heard the sound of Rainbow’s member slamming into the back of her mouth, but still she pressed further, working fraction after nearly imperceptible fraction of an inch deeper as the tip pushed down into her throat.

“Hol— Swee— Buc— Ah!” Dash tried to articulate her pleasure, but she couldn’t form a complete thought, much less a complete word. Her hoof hovered just above the back of her lover’s head, part of her wanting to push down and help the other mare go deeper, while the other part wanted to let the unicorn do it on her own. Ultimately, she dropped the hoof to her side and grabbed at the cloud below her, trying to distract herself and keep her orgasm from building too quickly.

Meanwhile, Rarity continued to force herself lower and lower, finding it slightly easier once she got past the head. After a moment, she felt her snout bump into Dash’s sheath. She listened with satisfaction to her wife’s moans and whines, then wiggled her tongue, dragging it back and forth along the underside. She felt it twitch all throughout her muzzle and throat. As the burning need in her nethers began to rise again, she pulled back slowly, enjoying the ecstatic, yet slightly disappointed, moan it coaxed from Rainbow. After several long seconds, the head escaped her lips with a soft pop, and Dash’s stallionhood once again at full mast, jutting into the air.

The alabaster mare wiped a hoof across her mouth and smiled at the fruits of her labor. “Enjoying yourself, love?” She asked, playfully poking her wife in the ribs. She giggled as Rainbow cringed a bit but didn’t move away, her mouth hanging open and her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth.

“I— You— That was... wow.” Dash muttered once she found the ability to speak again. She stared off into space for a few more seconds before looking down at her partner. “So, ready for round three?” She asked as she rolled over and stood up, her member hanging down below her stomach..

“Hmm...” Rarity tapped a hoof to her chin for a moment. “I never did get to finish last time, so I believe we’re still on round two.” She replied, standing and flicking her tail into her wife’s face as she turned around. The soft puff of hooves on cloud was the only sound she heard other than her own breathing, then the sudden presence of Rainbow’s weight on her back as the pegasus prepared to mount her. She gasped as she felt the flared head of Dash’s rod poking and sliding along her dripping slit, but she focused and used her magic to gently lift it higher, aligning the slick tip with her rear entrance.

“Uh, Rares?” Dash tried to pull back a bit, but her partner pushed back as well, negating any movement. “You, uh, sure about this?”

“I’m positive about it.” Rarity purred, pressing back again and moaning as she felt the head start to force its way into her.

“Well, if you’re sure.” Rainbow muttered to herself before slowly pushing her hips forward. They gasped in unison as the head of Dash’s member slid in, and she started to move even deeper before the mare under her stopped her.

“J-just a m-moment, darling.” Rarity stuttered while her body tried to adjust to the new invader. There was a slight pain, but it was overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure and fullness that exceeded even their previous session. After a few moments, she felt comfortable enough to let her wife keep going, so she looked back over her shoulder and nodded. “Okay, go— ah!” Her words were cut off as Rainbow pressed forward without waiting for her to finish, burying several inches into the unicorn’s puckered hole in one swift motion. “L-little s-slower.” She managed to get out between ragged breaths.

“Sorry.” Dash replied meekly, her own breathing growing irregular. Moving as slowly as she could, she pushed forward again, watching for any signs of discomfort from her partner. However, Rarity’s moans increased in volume and intensity as each additional inch disappeared into her. After what seemed like an eternity, their hips met, and the alabaster mare let out a long, shuddering breath. “You doin’ okay there, Rares?” Rainbow asked, reaching forward to place a hoof on her lover’s shoulder.

Rarity let out a satisfied sigh and wiggled her hips. “I’m doing simply wonderfully, darling.” She purred. Her breath caught in her throat as her wife began to pull out, then slowly work back in. Growing impatient with her partner’s speed, she pushed her hips back, taking the last few inches at once and drawing a surprised moan from Dash. “You can go a little faster now, dear.” She suggested, looking over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes. “I promise you won’t break me.”

Behind her, Rainbow smirked and took her words to heart, rapidly picking up the speed and force of her thrusts. She pulled as far out as she could until she felt the flare of her head pulling at the tight ring of muscle, then pushed all the way back in in one smooth motion, savoring the light slap of their bodies coming together. She watched as Rarity’s front legs gave out a little more with each thrust, slowly lowering her head and shoulders to the ground until they rested on the cloud. Dash thought that she heard the other mare trying to speak, but every word turned into a moan or cry of pleasure. She closed her eyes, focusing on and enjoying the extreme tightness of her lover’s rear passage as her orgasm built. As she sensed her release nearing, she reached a hoof between Rarity’s legs and began teasing her flushed lips, occasionally brushing her clit. However, keeping a steady pace proved difficult as her rising pleasure made her movements erratic. As her peak drew ever closer, she tried to warn her partner. “R-rares, I-I’m gonna...” She trailed off, opting instead to focus on staving off her release as best she could.

“N-not yet.” Rarity begged, moving her own hips against Dash’s thrusts while she worked her own hoof between her hind legs, replacing Dash’s efforts and focusing on her clit. Her hind legs shook as she feverishly worked little circles around the sensitive button. Her moans and gasps faded, leaving the repeated smack of their bodies colliding as the only sound. After a few seconds of silence, Rarity out a high-pitched cry as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her inner walls clenched and squeezed at nothing, sending a small gush of her juices from her nethers. At the same time, Rainbow pulled on the unicorn’s hips and buried herself as deeply as she could, shooting rope after rope of sticky seed into Rarity’s rear passage.

After both of their orgasms faded, they collapsed onto the cloud, barely able to muster the energy to move. They cuddled up together and closed their eyes, letting the world fade away around them.

*

Rarity awoke slowly and groggily, as she did most mornings. She went to stretch her legs, but found herself to be tangled in her sheets. Belatedly, she also realized that her sheets were damp with what she hoped was sweat. Looks like it’s laundry day... again. After disentangling herself from the bed, she trudged into the bathroom and ran a comb through her mane, trying to restore it to some semblance of order.

A crash from outside made her trot back into her bedroom and look out one of the windows, where she saw a grey-coated, blonde-maned pegasus mailmare standing next to an overturned fruit cart, apologizing profusely. Ditzy’s early today. She mused before glancing at the clock. Eleven in the morning? Maybe she’s not as early as I thought she was. Glancing back out the window, she saw the flag on her mailbox had been raised, so she headed for the staircase and made her way downstairs. The store bell rang as she pulled the door open, and she flipped the ‘Closed’ sign over to read ‘Open’ instead.

Peeking up at the sun to verify the time, she shook her head and walked out to her mailbox, pulling it open with a brief flare of magic and revealing a single lumpy scroll inside. She unfurled it, taking a moment to admire the elegant horn-writing before reading it.

My Dearest Rarity,

Fleur and I are going to be otherwise engaged for an upcoming Wonderbolts show in Canterlot. We have box seat tickets that are going to go to waste, and we thought you might like to go since you enjoyed yourself so much when we last saw each other.

You'll note the spare, feel free to bring a friend... or somepony special, eh? Do drop us a line when you get the chance, we'd love to have you over for dinner sometime.

Respectfully yours, Fancypants.

P.S. Fleur tells me that she’s dropped another size, which I didn’t think was possible, so we’ll have to have her measurements redone... again.

A pair of tickets emblazoned with the Wonderbolts logo and featuring portraits of Spitfire and Soarin’ were attached to the letter. Rarity pulled them off and lifted them up to get a better look. Platinum level. Right in the middle. Oh Luna, if these seats were any closer you would be a part of the show. A sad smile tugged at her lips as she rolled the tickets and letter back up.

I think I know just who could make use of these.