Veiled Violet

With a deep sigh and memory of what a trial her last expedition had been Rarity set her purple pimp hat upon her head and set forth once more in her apparently never ending search.

Not that it wasn't interesting in places. Parts of it made her capitalistic and social sides swell with joy. It was just tedious in the vast majority.

She opened the front door of her boutique.

“Hi,” greeted a massive slab of pony that blocked out the sun.

“Ah... I'm terribly sorry but the boutique is closed for the day. Maybe you can come back tomorrow?” Or never perhaps?

“Oh, sure,” The horrifying monstrosity turned as if to walk away. Then turned back again. “No, wait. I'm not actually here for clothing.”

“Oh? And what else would you hope to find in a boutique?” the fashionista asked defensively.

“I'm looking for something very different. But I know that what I'm looking for is here.”

“Pray tell, how would you know?” Something about this stallion was putting Rarity on edge.

“It's my talent,” he rumbled turning his chiseled flank slightly so that she could see his cutiemark. It was an eye. “I'm looking for something, something that is here and that something is looking for me.”

* * *

The gilded wing restraints on Violet's back clicked as she walked down the darkest and dirtiest back alley in Ponyville.

The darkest and dirtiest back alley in Ponyville wasn't actually all that dark or dirty but it made the promise that maybe perhaps someday something bad might happen there. But such a vague threat barely bothered her.

What did bother her was the clinking sound. It was the sound of her wings unlocked. The restraints closed but not secured. It felt weird. She wanted them bound properly and it was slowly irking her.

Rarity had refused to do such a thing this time. Saying that she needed to be sure that Dash would be okay.

It was ridiculous. Rainbow was growing confident that Violet could handle herself.

Here she stopped and climbed the fire escape that lead to a small apartment above a high end horseshoe store.

Here she walked up to the window as it was opened and took the kindly offered hoof and was helped inside.

She looked up at him. Then she looked a little higher.

Her knees went weak.

Sweet Celestia, he was huge!

Terrifying and graphic fantasies of being held helpless under his bulk, crushed and suffocating, while he pounded her into a bruised ruin of a mare assaulted her mind.

Violet wiped her mouth with the back of her hoof as she trembled.

A hoof the size of her head reached out to her.

She recoiled.

For a moment the two stood perfectly still.

Then he moved. She startled a little but held her ground. He began to turn away.

“No! Wait! I didn't mean it like that!” Dash was looking around for who had just said that while Violet continued, “I mean...”

The gramophone needle settled down into the record and a gentle and soothing music began to flow forth interrupting her. It was like something Rarity might listen to over a cup of tea.

Violet allowed him to kiss her hoof before pulling her to the middle of the floor. There wasn't a lot of extra room but it was just enough. She danced with the giant.

At first side by side moved in a simple box step. She had to keep slowing herself down to match the careful and deliberate motions of her partner. Her nervousness began to fade away.

He took her hoof again, this time he stood up, ducking a little to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling. She allowed him to twirl her.

Now pulled closer, her muzzle buried into his shoulder, his arm around her neck holding her close, they swayed to the music.

He smelled okay. Simple and plain and masculine.

“I'm okay now.”

Carefully and gently was lifted and set down on the bed. Laying on her back she looked up at him. Briefly confused she tried to roll onto her stomach for him.

He held her on her back.

She wiggled a little. Her hind legs slowly relaxed splaying open.

He started to kissing her starting at the neck and moving down to her barrel.

She gave an uncertain smile as he got to her stomach. She was rather ticklish and she couldn't suppress a leg spasm.

“Huh,” commented Dash in a confused manner when he settled over her left breast. “Oh!” it became as he started to lick and suckle her. Working steadily from teat to teat he sucked and licked and nipped at her.

Her hind legs out as far as she could with a moan and her tail gave a happy little flick.

She gave a surprised little yelp when his nose pressed into her hot and ready sex.

* * *

Rarity shifted uncomfortably in the cold night air. She was so anxious and her skin felt hot under her coat.

Concern and a curious amount of arousal was confounding her mind. The regret and terror at having sent poor Dash to see that beast was underscored by a rather titillating thrill.

Wracked by conflicting sensations the pale mare had been forced to wait for her friends return on her front yard to bring her emotions to their eventual conclusion even a few seconds sooner.

There her resolution came. Walking in a giddy stumble. A cyan pegasus looking very confused and distracted.

“D... Violet! Are you okay?”

Rarity found herself staring into those intense violet eyes. Dangerously close, maybe an inch between muzzles, she was breathing her hot breath. What was Dash doing? It felt like she was gripped trapped by the gaze.

Something dangerous was about to happen. The tension was strangling the clothes horse.

And then just like that it was over. Violet slipped past her into the boutique leaving Rarity alone in the yard.

Panting for breath and blushing furiously.