Veiled Violet

Rarity's hooves hurt. She had been casually strolling through what little back alleyways that Ponyville had for the past 6 hours. Sure it was doing marvelous things for her toning her flank, but it wasn't getting her anywhere.

Stopping at a side street she took off her flamboyant hat and wiped the sweat from her brow.

How was she to know what hard work this was going to be?

A yellow unicorn trotted past her.

She just wanted to head home and put her hooves in some hot water. Maybe soak some of the ache out.

She returned her hat to her head.

A familiar looking yellow unicorn reverse trotted into her field of view.

“Hello,” he said.

“Why, hello as well. And might as say what a fine day it is?”

“Indeed a very fine day. One much suited to all manner of activities.”

“Yes, yes all manner of them.”

“Some of them rather interesting.”

“Oh, I pray you shan't speak to me of the boring ones.”

“Indeed, I would much like to speak to you of some of the more interesting ones.”

“Ha ha, I had thought you would. I am most glad to find myself not deceived.” Rarity found herself smiling.

“Disappointingly some activities require a somewhat more privacy, then I fear we have.”

“Would you be so kind as to escort me a ways? I recall that I encountered some privacy just a moment ago. Perhaps we shall see if I can find it again?”

“Certainly, my lady. Lead and I shall gladly follow.”

The white unicorn smiled smugly. He was quite the charmer. Dash was going to love him.

* * *

Rainbow Dash didn't like elevators. She preferred stairs. She even more preferred balconies.

On the occasions, that she had been subjected to the little coffins shaped death traps, she had had trouble not climbing the walls. Literally. Her wings could give her more then enough relative down force to easily climb walls and ceilings.

Violet didn't have the use of her wings. In the event of a fall she had no recourse. It helped alleviate her fear of elevators.

It however introduced her to a whole new experience.

Acrophobia. If she had known that word she would have used it. Instead she used a fear of heights.

Numbers slowly ticket by as the death-coffin carried her to her destination. A bead of sweat trickled down from her mane. It was fine though. This wasn't to bad.

The door finally opened. It was a perilous leap that carried her into the marble hallway. The elevator rattled ominously behind her.

Cyan hooves clip clopped on the hard floor as she sought out the correct apartment. She stopped, reaching into a saddle bag she pulled out a slip of paper.

The trial of the elevator had made her forget the blasted room number.

Number three o' three. Not like it was hard to remember. She really was kinda nervous. In an absent minded sort of way. She didn't feel a rising tension in her stomach as she made her way to the end of the hall where her destination lay.

She knocked on the door.

A moment passed. She fidgeted slightly in her dress. Twitching eyes up and down the hall to see if she had drawn attention to herself.

She took a deep uncomfortable breath.

As she raised her hoof once more to the door it opened.

“Ah, my promised lady, please do come in.” Dash resisted the urge to snort in derision at his use the word lady. She wasn't a lady and she didn't think the pony she was masquerading as was either.

But that pony she was playing as was compliant and agreeable.

“Thank you,” she replied as she made her way inside. Her eye tracing along the outline of her new stallion. He was more slenderly built then Silver. She wondered if she would miss the extra weight and how many times he could go.

He closed the door in a green glow.

She smiled slightly. She had been too busy inspecting his flank to notice he was a unicorn. It was humorous.

“Come, sit down,” he gestured to what may have been a living room. “I'll pour us some...” he was momentarily silenced as a her tail brushed against his cutiemark. “Drinks,” he finished.

True to her faux nature she made her way into the other room. She settled down onto a couch behind a coffee table laden with magazines and a lonely pie plate. She tried to make herself comfortable on the uneven couch.

She briefly struggled with a blanket and pillow wrinkled on the sofa for space.

She stopped as she heard the sound of ice suspended in liquid impacting upon glass. She glanced over to see her date coming toward her with two glasses of amber liquid suspended in his magical field.

“I just got the bottle on special delivery straight from Canterlot,” the green pony told her with a grin. “The finest that bits can buy.”

She smiled as she took the glass and took a small sip.

She recognized the taste of Applejack's peculiar applejack. This stuff wasn't for sale or public consumption in general. It was one of the failed barrels that her friend kept in the back of her barn under the pretext that having a few dozen gallons of disinfectant on hoof was useful.

“It's lovely, thank you,” she heard herself say in between sputters as she resisted the urge to wretch.

“Smooth...” he broke down choking and coughing. “Isn't it?”

She pressed his glass to the coffee table before he drank enough of the swill to blind himself and in doing so rather by accident brushed his snout with her ear. Mistaking the gesture he took the inadvertently offered appendage between his teeth.

She shuddered in sudden loathing but held still.

Misreading her reaction again he slid his tongue out of her mouth and down the inside of her ear.

Her eyes rolled back in bliss. He'd finally done something right.

“Wait...”

“Yeah?” he asked around a mouth full of ear.

“What's your name?”

“Charming Crescent. You?”

“Violet, Veiled Violet.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You're good at that.”

“Thanks.”

“Now keep doing it.”

Nibbling around the edge of the ear he worked around her ear he worked the delicate tissue. Occasionally his tongue would dart out to stroke the tender inside of the ear.

Her right for hoof stomped the ground in response the tickling sensations and her breath grew rapid.

She pressed her muzzle into his chest encouragingly.

He did the unexpected and pushed her head lower with a hoof and moved forward. His for hoof moving to her withers.

She had no idea what he was doing, but she felt safe and comfortable with her head under his barrel like this. Pressing her cheek into his underbelly she gave a little murmur.

Something yielding pressed against her face. She turned her head to look. To see what it was. Whatever it was left a trail of moisture across her cheek and across her eye.

Her right eye clenched tight and watered at the sudden stinging agony. She opened her mouth to voice a silent “ow.”

And that was when he inserted his sizable penis into her mouth.

That was when she realized that he had mounted her. Backwards.

Rainbow Dash bit down on the offending member, tossed the pathetic jerk off of her back and onto the coffee table rending it into splinters and blacked on of his eyes with a solid hoof to the face.

Violet opened wider, tears flowing freely from her right eye as she tasted the salty precum of her lover.

Shrieking pent up outrage at the fallen pony, Rainbow Dash left the apartment and made her way down using the stairs this time.

Feeling the tentative thrusts of the stallion above her, Violet stopped licking at the head of the member and allowed it press against the back of her mouth.

It wasn't until she could feel the probing phallus stretching her asophagus that she realized exactly which decision she had made.

* * *

Rarity opened the door to see a very satisfied looking pegasus.

“I had thought you would like him. I am pleased to see I was not mistaken.”

Her friend croaked something unintelligible as she came inside.

The fashionista carefully removed her latest dress from her friends shoulders with her hooves. She could smell the sweat and sex drenched in the poor fabric. I had apparently been left on during the festivities.

“Yes, you certainly had a good time,” she gave the blue mare a conspiratorial wink as she turned to drop the soiled garment into a nearby basket.

Dash sucked a mysterious something off of one her teeth in an unladylike manner.

With her teeth she started to unbuckle the straps that wound around the athletes body. She could have used magic. But she hadn't before. So she didn't have to now.

While she worked she was surprised when a mouth closed over her ear. She stopped and had to stifle a moan as a tongue ventured down the inside of her ear.

“I have to focus on these straps...”

Her plea was fully ignored. The whole process slowed to a crawl as Dash assaulted her ears whenever they where in reach.

Rarity probably should have asked her to stop. Probably.