Veiled Violet

One hoof in front of the other. The night above was clear. The stars twinkled down upon her.

They looked kind of friendly in a funny sort of way.

Violet decided that she liked the night as she slowly lurched and swayed down the idyllic streets of Ponyville.

Yeah she hurt. She hurt everywhere. But it was a good hurt. It was like her body were made of pudding and hooves made of marshmallow.

The streets were empty and quiet.

It was just her enjoying the cool evening breeze. It was kind of sad, Violet decided. She was very much an evening mare.

It was almost too soon that she found herself once more in front of the ornate boutique that was her destination.

She didn't get the opportunity to knock before a slightly frazzled Rarity opened the door and dragged her inside.

“What did that brute do to you?” the unicorn was almost frantic.

Violet swayed in place. Her eyes glassy and her expression calm. She tried to think. It was hard to do.

“Are you alright? Do I have to take you to the hospital?”

Rarity was pressing her. She had to say something. Do something. Why wasn't it enough to have gotten here? That had been pretty hard. She had to... had to...

“Dash, please answer me?”

“Ah'm. Murr?”

“With words, Dash. Please use words.”

Oh right, words. She remembered those. She had some right over... Well somewhere. She wandered the fields of residual bliss that her brain had been reduced to, in search of her missing words.

“Dashie?”

“Rarity?” Oh there one was. There should be some more laying around somewhere. Wait, what would Violet do? She should do that. Whatever that was.

Violet stepped forward and gave Rarity a kiss. On the nose. It felt right.

The unicorn fell back on to her haunches with a blush at her impropriety.

Ah excellent some breathing room. The blue pegasus made her way to a clothing rack. Yes, this felt right. Very correct. She took off her dress and hung it up. Very good.

Then she collapsed onto the floor. Perfect. Oh, it was good to be off of her hooves.

If only she could get those binders off. It would be great to stretch her wings. They felt like the only part of her that wasn't exhausted.

“Rainbow!” Rarity scampered close and started pulling at her, shaking her. Trying to get her attention.

“Rarity,” she murmured back. Gosh, that was a handy word. She really needed to find some more.

“What's wrong?”

“Tired,” there we go. “Frightening,” oh, that was also a word. But did it describe accurately? Not really. But she had certainly been frightened for some of it. “Intense,” she was on a roll now. “Rarity, calm, fine, stuff.”

“Oh, you poor darling,” the nature of the hooves grappling her changed. From near frantic shaking to efforts at comfort. It was a decided improvement.

“It was awesome.”

“Oh my, you really actually did it?” There was an odd edge to her voice. She couldn't quite place it.

“Twice. Tried for three.” The poor guy just couldn't keep up. Had given it a try atleast.

“Um, wow.”

“Could you?” she wiggled a bound wing.

Blue wings stretched free. She felt the air against her primaries. A few slow test flaps to make sure the muscles where ready to roll.

Rarity rolled her onto her back with her hooves. She started unbuckled her, freeing her. Stripping away the saddle and the straps that somehow held her up as they held her down. Taking the steps to restore her to herself.

A blue hind leg twitched as hot breath flowed over her nipple while the fashionista unclasped the ring at her breasts. She stretched her wings out feeling the floor. She murmured quietly in bliss.

Liberated of all but one of the vestments of Violet, the soft red mane and tail, she took a moment. Enjoying the feel of strength slowly returning to her.

She rolled up onto her hooves.

Rarity was looking out the window. She looked kinda thoughtful. Distracted. Forlorn.

She felt a urge crawling around in her chest. She didn't know exactly what it was. She just had to act on it.

She crossed the room and hugged the white unicorn from behind. Enjoying the feel of it. That pristine and perfect coat against her.

After a night like this it felt safe. Wonderful. Secure. It made that ache in her core feel warm.

“Thanks,” she said and then she left.

* * *

Rarity didn't know what she should think.

She hadn't actually expected things to work out like this. She had expected that in the morning Silver Stomp would be at her door asking for the return of the bits located in the strong box upstairs. She had tried to think of it as a good faith deposit ensuring his good behaviour for the evening.

It was terrible. Horrible. She had rented out one of her friends like a prom tuxedo. She had profited financially from pimping out a friend in who had come to her looking for help.

And she had thanked her for it. That was the worst part.

It was satisfying. A pleasant warm sensation. She had gotten Dash to perform sexually on command. The control of it. In arranging the ritual. The sense of power. The exploitation of it.

And she had thanked her for it. That was the best part.

Luckily it was over. It was past tense. She could contemplate the matter at her leisure.

She gathered up the tackle and the dress, folded it neatly and placed it into plain wooden box. The box she carried into an old storage closet. After shifting several stacks around she made a place for it in the back. There in the furthest reaches she abandoned the evidence.

Rarity sighed with relief as she consigned Veiled Violet to her grave. May she rest in peace and not trouble her again.