Night washed upon the pleasant little town of Ponyville. An ever so light breeze brought a refreshing chill to the air, seemingly to quell the tumult of the town for the past week. By this time of night, most of the lights in town were out…except for one. The local fashion boutique still had one window aglow with a soft light from a lamp. The open window spilled out secrets whispered softly by the white unicorn residing within.

“Calm, Rarity. You must keep calm. Must. Keep. Calm.” the white unicorn nodded her head at each word as she paced about her room.

She desired the pacing and pep talk would work against the stifling conditions between her hind legs, but so far to no avail. Of course, she wouldn’t have had to be doing this if her heat pills hadn’t become misplaced.

“Where did I put them last? I distinctly remember setting them back on the vanity,” she was beginning to pant; her tail lashed about, trying to cool her backside.

Somewhere within her mental re-tracing, she stumbled. Her front legs gave out and her chest fell to the floor. Curiously, her hind legs stood fast, rump firmly planted in the air. Her imagination gripped the best of her, going back to when her dear friend had her snout firmly planted into her most private of places. Her pink maned friend could work wonders with that tongue.

She felt her tunnel clench at that memory, moisture dampening the area quickly. The urge to move a hoof to work the area was strong, but she knew it would be to no avail. Rather, it would serve to further her passions andohtohellwithitIcan’tstanditanymore!

A white hoof shot to her now swollen and moistened slit, while at the same time her horn glowed, levitating a rather large fake phallus from underneath her bed. She rubbed its tip along her slit, moving her forehoof back to the ground to allow the thing the room it needed. It felt wonderful to have this toy. The only thing missing from it was the weight of a stallion on her back…or a mare with some particular equipment strapped on…

Another clench, the unicorn gritted her teeth. Magic flowed stronger, pushing the toy inside her slit. Rarity always started easy with herself. A slow buildup, then a frantic rush right when she was near to push her over the orgasmic edge. At least for the first three times. The usual subsequent six or seven were usually all speed and force.

Suffice to say, Rarity didn’t get much sleep that night.

Meanwhile, below an open window at the local boutique…

As the muffled sounds of pleasure continued to pour through the not-so-quite unattended window, an orange earth pony laughed silently in the bushes.

Meanwhile, at a little cottage on the outskirts of Ponyville…

“I’ll have you yet…MY PRETTY.” a yellow pegasus cackled. A cauldron of a boiling purple liquid sat before her. Pictures of a large red earth stallion adorned the small room in which she was working.

“Soon, it will alllll be better, my sweet. You will see I AM your one true love!” the continued cackling resonated outside of the cottage, inflicting great horror upon the once joyful creatures around it.

Author's Note

Stay tuned.