Chapter 3: How They Became a Couple part 2 of 2

“Darling, are you alright?” Rarity asked, watching Twilight shake. The laughing façade had long since worn off, and as they trotted down the dark, sparsely lit streets. Twilight looked at Rarity with an incredulous stare, but shook it off and took a few deep breaths.

“I’m fine, Rarity,” she said slowly, causing the unicorn in question to raise an eyebrow. “I just can’t believe Trixie had the audacity to even show her face to me, let alone insult you and try to hurt you!”

“Twilight, I understand. You shouldn’t be the one to get upset over all of this; this party was for me and you to enjoy, and even though she almost ruined it for us, she didn’t.” Twilight could only nod as the logical portion of her brain processed Rarity’s words. For me and for you, huh? Twilight thought, as her heart flicked a little in her chest.

“Oh, drat,” said Rarity suddenly. Twilight glanced inquisitively back her. “I’m sorry, dear; it’s just that in all of the excitement, we completely missed the dance!”

“Well, we could always have a dance at the library,” Twilight said awkwardly. A faint blush rose in her cheeks as Rarity nodded.

“That sounds wonderful, my dear!” the white unicorn exclaimed, seemingly oblivious to Twilight’s redness. Twilight weakly murmured assent, and the two set off for her home, Twilight accidentally strafing towards Rarity’s side once in a while.

It took several hours for the pair to reach Twilight’s home, and by the time they entered the dark tree
They were both exhausted and mildly sweaty. Rarity, of course, was freaking out.

“Oh, darling, I’d hate to trouble you like this, but do you mind telling me where the washroom is?” she asked in a slightly impatient manner. “I simply can’t have this horrid sweat dripping through my mane, and my coat definitely needs a brush up after that dusty walk.”

“I don’t mind at all. The bathroom is on the third floor, two doors down on the right.” Twilight rolled her eyes as Rarity hurried up the stairs, as if she’d been seen by a bloodthirsty murderer. “Well, beauty is pain, as they say,” Twilight muttered under her breath.

Twilight waited, mulling over the night’s events in her head. She had caught Rarity’s comment after they had left, of course, but… did she really feel the same way? Either, way, Twilight resolved to tell her friend about her emotions that night.

Above her, Rarity was mulling over these same thoughts. As the warm, relaxing water washed over her, she contemplated Twilight’s offer to dance in the library. “It’s rather informal, but formalities aren’t exactly Twilight’s style,” she murmured, barely audible over the pounding of water against tile. A slight suspicion raised her eyebrows. If Twilight liked her in the same way she did…

“No, a silly thought,” Rarity decided, trying to convince herself that Twilight thought of her as a friend. She slowly turned the hot water off, shaking her mane to dry it slightly, and gently caressing the rest with a towel. “Oh, it wouldn’t do to have a terrible coat right after I washed it, would it?” she murmured. As the last drop of water rolled off her fur, she trotted downstairs, finding a very nervous Twilight.

“What’s wrong, darling?” she asked. Twilight couldn’t have still been angry about the incident with Trixie, could she?

At the sound of Rarity’s voice, Twilight spun around, trying to hide the anxiety she was feeling. “Rarity!” she exclaimed, slightly too loud for anypony’s comfort. “Oh, I mean… What I’m trying to say is…” Something inside Twilight snapped, and she hung her head in weariness. “Rarity, I have a confession to make. I’m in love with you.”

Rarity stared, openmouthed, as Twilight delivered her confession. Like a thin pane of glass, all of her former reassurances about Twilight shattered, releasing a flood of emotion she barely knew she had held back. Without skipping a beat, Rarity bounded forward and locked lips with her unicorn friend. Twilight almost reeled back out of shock, but after realizing what had happened, embraced the kiss with a passion that was nigh-unbelievable. The two hesitantly broke apart, both panting from the exertion and passion slowly filling them.

“I love you too, Twilight,” Rarity said softly. It came out as more of a moan than a statement. She was suddenly aware of a strange heat suffusing her body, and an odd wetness between her flanks. To take her mind off it, she kissed Twilight again. Her lips suddenly burned, as did her tongue. She nibbled on Twilight’s lower lip almost unconsciously, and the mare easily provided. The moment Twilight’s mouth was open far enough, Rarity’s tongue darted in, massaging Twilight’s with a soft, subtle intensity. She could feel Twilight’s hot, moist breath on her tongue as they both moaned in unison. The itching in that wet spot was becoming unbearable. She gently tried scratching it with a hoof.

The indescribable wave of pleasure that resulted nearly blew her off her feet. A dark, seductive desire arose within her, whispering sensual suggestions in her metaphorical ear. Rarity rubbed harder as she felt Twilight’s lips searing against hers, the vibrations of her vaginal muscles clenching and unclenching. She tasted an erotic combination of sweet wine and vanilla, she smelled lavender against her partner’s soft, luscious hair, she heard the almost pleading moans coming from her own mouth, intensified by the extraordinary fantasies of Twilight she was inadvertently having. Before she even knew what she’d done, Rarity broke the kiss and instead planted small ones along the base of Twilight’s collarbone. The sharp inhale above her only furthered her confidence, and she slowly, gently made her way down Twilight’s body.

By now, both unicorns were panting and gasping on the floor. Rarity traced circles on Twilight’s flank as she made her way down to the unicorn’s dripping marehood. The dark voice beckoned, drawing Rarity further into the web of ancient desires. She leaned down again, and, skipping the foreplay entirely, licked Twilight’s vagina.

The effect was immediate. Twilight’s eyes rolled back into her head and she began to buck. Her flanks tightened around Rarity’s face, pulling the white mare into her vagina. Rarity could feel the pulsing of her muscles as she came. Splashes of a sweet, delectable liquid flowed into Rarity’s mouth. She could feel the urge to satisfy herself growing with every mouthful of Twilight’s delicious cum.

Finally, regretfully, the movements abated, leaving Rarity once again free to breathe and Twilight gasping for air on the floor. The white unicorn got up slowly, repressing the irresistible desire to keel over and grind her vagina on something, anything, to make her feel better.

“Are… you… feeling alright… Twilight?” Rarity asked, struggling to keep her voice level. The fire in her stomach burned intensely.

“Y-yes,” Twilight whimpered. “That… that was… incredible.”

“I assumed it would be,” Rarity said noncommittally. She turned and was about to return to her house when Twilight tackled and pinned her. “Twilight, what are you doing?”

There was a dark gleam in Twilight’s eyes she had never seen before –deadly, hungry, aroused. Twilight licked her lips and lowered her mound against the white unicorn’s. Rarity moaned against her will as the mind-numbing pleasure returned with great force.

“Well, it seems so rude for you to get me off without me reciprocating, doesn’t it?” Twilight leaned forward and kissed Rarity, the sensual warmth in her body returning. The two grinded against each other for some time. Rarity grew increasingly anxious as Twilight held her on the edge of orgasm, rubbing her just as she was about to lose the mood.

After several minutes, Twilight finally decided that Rarity had had enough, and massaged her clit with a sexy, almost demonic grace. Rarity screamed as forcible ecstasy rippled through her body, turning her vision white and sending her into an erratic series of jerks and twitches. It was over much sooner than Rarity would have liked, but it left her with a feeling of contentment. She leaned against Twilight as the pair slumped onto the couch.

“I love you too, Twilight,” she murmured, just as exhaustion overtook her. She blacked out.

Sweetie Belle was slightly confused. Rarity had said she would return from the party by ten o’clock, but she was nowhere to be seen. It might have had something to do with the black clouds passing over Ponyville. Just as the first drops of water hit the dusty earth, Sweetie noticed a bright pink blur skip by her. Pinkie Pie, wearing a pair of dark pink stockings and matching panties, trotted skillfully through the shadows, towards the new club that Luna had deemed necessary.

“I wonder what she’s doing…” Sweetie mused. Her resolve set, she followed Pinkie out into the rain, unaware of the things that would happen after.