[Director's Cut] Magical Mystery Cure

After about thirty minutes, Rarity and Twilight managed to work the storm back to a reasonable size. However, just because it was no longer out of control, didn’t mean it wasn't still a problem. Fires and everything considered.

“I hope Fluttershy and Rainbow make it back soon,” worried Twilight, sweat beading on her forehead, attempting to magically smother the flames. “I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to keep this up.”

Reassuring as it was having Rarity there; the picky pony was a distant second to Twilight in terms of magical ability. And if Twilight went down now… no she didn't want to think about that, it just distracted her from what she could do. Interrupting, a sheet of rain flooded down from the heavens, quenching the Quill shop as well as Twilight’s concerns. She shed a tear, the parchment inside irreparably damaged.

“Rainbow!” the two unicorns shouted, elated.

Kicking, the pastel pony continued to strip the rest of the storm clouds from the sky. It was quite the relief to see the multicolored mare back in form.

“Sorry I kept you waiting. It took a little longer than I expected,” Rainbow said, gliding down to the waiting unicorns.

“It wasn’t a problem, thankfully,” said Twilight. “So I take it you’re feeling better now?”

Rainbow’s face flushed, voice cracking, “Y-yeah.” She stole a quick look at Fluttershy, who tried not to make eye contact.

“I see,” said Twilight, taking note of a familiar lightning bolt, now back in its rightful place. “That’s encouraging.”

“Well, I believe that’s quite enough rain for now,” Rarity interrupted sarcastically, trying to forget the mess she had just caused, “thank you again for the assistance Rainbow Dash.” As if Rainbow had kicked away the white unicorn's own personal storm cloud, a look of relief appeared, replacing the one of dismay.

Crisis averted, and with a new, sunnier sky in place, Twilight decided to continue the crusade. “C’mon everypony, let’s go see Applejack.”

Carousel Boutique looked like it had seen better days. Panels of wood boarded up the windows and tiles on the roof started to loosen. Other ponies would have assumed the Boutique was closed down, but the four mares knew otherwise. And a friend was trapped inside, living a lie.

“Applejack,” Rarity sang out as the doorbell tingled, “we’ve got company.”

A raised a hoof waved to the guests in an attempt to be cordial. “Well I’ll be, Twi, Fluttershy, Rainbow. What a pleasant surprise.”

The earth pony looked up from her work. Obviously she wasn't expecting company. Bags sagged under her bloodshot eyes as she slumped over her sewing machine, continuing to feed it fabric. Her disheveled appearance indicated she had been burning the candle at both ends. A look Twilight knew very well, considering the all-nighters she pulled for Celestia in the past.

Twilight, Rarity, and Fluttershy returned the hardworking mare's greeting with a nod, but Rainbow Dash pointed out the obvious, “Applejack, how are you ever going to attract any customers with your place looking like this?”

“What’d you mean sugar cube?”

“Really?” Rainbow said waving her hooves around the room before bringing them to a rest at her hips.

Applejack shook her head, “The looks ‘a this place are the least of my worries. Anyways,” she didn’t waste a moment, turning back to the sewing machine, “If I don’t finish off these dresses I’ll be late with another order. Something I can’t afford if I want to keep what little customers I do have.”

Seeing the patchwork on some of the dresses confirmed Applejack did indeed have her priorities straight. She needed as much time as she could get. But, even with unlimited time, it begged the question: could she really do any better? Not to many earth ponies were known for their dressmaking.

“Don’t worry Applejack,” Twilight said trying to console her friend, “We’d be happy to help you with your work in any way we can.”

Mentioning the favor, Applejack pointed to a stack of papers on her dresser, “If you wanna help I’d be mighty grateful if ya’lled take a look at those.”

“We’d be delighted,” affirmed Twilight.

“If ya'll want, you can use the drawin’ room to get stuff organized,” Applejack added.

“Girls?” Twilight beckoned her friends to the backroom. Secretly, she muttered a prayer. Hoping if there was such a thing as a fashion sense, it would guide them now.

Quickly, the ponies went to work. Fluttershy found some success sewing. Dash ran back and forth getting supplies. Rarity worked alterations. And Twilight directed the operation. After a while, Rarity turned to the others. “Did you see those dresses?” she hissed, “If her customers are expecting anything like what they asked for here,” she hoofed at the images on the sheet of paper, “then they’ve got another thing coming.”

“Oh come on, they weren’t so bad,” winced Twilight hoping that she wasn’t outright lying, “let’s just focus on getting these orders done. Anyways Rarity, I was hoping you could help with this particular design...” Twilight pulled a slip of paper out from the middle of the stack. The stationary detailed quite an impressive piece, one posted for use by PlayPony.

“Oh- my,” said Fluttershy.

“Damn, that’s kinky!” shouted Rainbow Dash ogling the nightgown.

“She got an order from PlayPony?” Rarity squealed in excitement, taking in the big news.

“It’s for one Miss Fluer-di-lis,” Twilight confirmed, “Rarity, think you’re up to the task?”

“Don’t you think that’s a little ambitious? Trying to work an outfit all by myself,” Rarity hesitated, unsure of herself, “I mean I enjoy high fashion as much as the next pony- well maybe more, but... I-I don’t know…”

“C’mon Rarity, you just said these ponies were expecting some spectacular designs. And I don’t think there’s anypony else here with as much knowledge of fashion as you. You have to try. For Applejack,” Twilight voiced in admiration.

Hearing those words Rarity remembered back to that morning. She still hadn’t recompensed Applejack for letting her stay at the boutique. It wouldn’t be very generous to not make an honest attempt at helping. And who knows maybe it would actually be fun?

“Welllll,” Rarity considered, “I suppose I’ll give it a try, but I’ll need a model.”

The ponies looked at one another.

“How about Fluttershy?” Rainbow suggested, not even making an attempt to cover the fact that she obviously didn’t want to volunteer. Silence, as Fluttershy made her way for the door.

“It’s okay, I’ll do it Rarity,” conceded Twilight realizing that between the tomboy and the perpetually shy friends of hers, the burden fell to her.

“Then let’s get you fitted dear!” Rarity said.

Rainbow snickered, “Have fun.”

Rarity ushered to one of the private dressing rooms and closed the door behind them.

In the new, smaller space, Twilight felt very self-conscious being on display before her opal friend. The fashion-ista looked her model over, observing every facet of her body. Not bad.

Rarity had never appreciated her friend in a purely aesthetic manner. The magical mare’s hindquarters were buxom, but curved in tight. Her belly showed a discernible paunch, though the minimal effort of “sucking it in” tucked away the problem nicely. It bounced slightly in sync with her diminutive breasts as Rarity commanded her friend turn. Twilight’s form was a surprising display of fitness, unlike many other mare’s would be had they chosen to sit in a library for most of their days. Pieces of the ensemble Applejack had started lay before Rarity. Seeing this made Twilight quiver in anticipation. Its design was rather… revealing.

Rarity used her magic, commanding the faux leather leggings up the purple pony’s haunches. The pieces rode the flesh of her legs until they ran out around Twilight’s crotch. Purposefully vacating that space to allow better access.
Looping a tie around the base of Twilight’s tail it was held aloft, giving a full view of her marehood. The purple unicorn flushed. Blood rushed to her nethers in response to the cold atmosphere of the room.

A saddle clipped itself under Twilight’s belly, tightening, allowing her only shallow curtailed breaths. What is that for? Twilight wondered. Mostly, saddles were vestigial in function. A nice decoration, but on some kinky outfit? It seemed out of place.

Rarity snaked a bridle over Twilight. Bit secured in place the straps tightened, reigning in Twilight’s mobility, her head now fixed into place. It was impossible to hide her shame. She began to drool on the bit, the need to swallow fighting with her reflex to gag.

Next, two collars floated around Twilight’s neck. Lashings were brought around from the back of the outfit securing collar, saddle, bit, and tail tie together. The traumatic combination of ropes and bridle were pleasing to Rarity. She could finally began her work.

“You look marvelous my dear,” Rarity reddened, “if I do say so myself. Now stay just like that.”

Ouch.

A sharp prick came at Twilight’s flank.

“Sorry, sorry. Just trying to sew up this seam,” Rarity apologized, deftly maneuvering the needle in a pale blue aura.

Her face pressed close to Twilight’s body, focused. She laid a hoof on the magical mare’s coat to steady her working surface. Twilight was so soft. And smelled pretty good too. Natural perfumes mixed in the air. Rarity was familiar with her own rich scent, but enjoyed it mingling with the hints of Twilight’s own arousal.Craning her head, Rarity attempted to get a better look at her friend’s inseam, placing it squarely between Twilight’s spread legs.

The needle wove in and out making slight alterations in the most intimate spots on the outfit. Rarity noted that leather on fur did not make for a very aerated design. Sweat dewed in the crevices where the leggings gave way. Much as the dressmaker lauded staying pristine throughout the day she couldn’t help but feel herself slip in the presence of such a physical expression of attraction.She extended her tongue. To touch. To taste.

Twilight adjusted her rear trying to get more comfortable in the form fitting clothes, unintentionally sending it into Rarity’s face. It was all the prompting the pristine pony needed. Rarity’s prehensile tongue flicked between Twilight’s buttocks, allowing its wetness to massage the spot where Twilight’s flavor leaked out. It was sticky and salty, glomming onto Rarity’s snout as she took a breath, inhaling more of Twilight’s aroma. A hoof drifted down Rarity’s posterior and began to stir her own marehood into a fervor. Body moving rhythmically back and forth in the tempo of sex.

“Mmmmmfghff,” Twilight groaned through the bit in frustration, unable to move her body as she wanted. The straps held her fast. Rarity took advantage of the opportunity, greedily burying herself in Twilight’s ass. Thick pussy juice getting everywhere coming out in cute little spurts.

Satisfied with what she had accomplished Rarity scooted herself underneath Twilight until she reached her head. “You naughty little filly, you’ve gotten me all dirty.” Then, removing the bit from Twilight’s mouth she instructed, “Clean.”

The purple pony responded immediately attending to Rarity’s delicate plot. Instinct told her to suck at Rarity’s clit trying to entice the anticipated stream of saccharine bodily fluids to erupt from the opal equine. Touching her tongue to Rarity’s butt made her appreciate the fact that the white mare enjoyed the finer things in life. Soft, silky thighs well groomed and shampooed to elicit a fine scent, hugged Twilight’s head. Kneading her face they pulled towards Rarity’s gaping orifice inviting it be filled in however Twilight could manage. Sinking into the feminine ravine, Twilight’s horn came to a rest between her friend’s prodigious breasts, squeezing its length between them to massage the gap. The mounds bobbed up and down jerking from the base the purple unicorn's horn to the tip. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her skull.

The two were at the climax of the moment, Twilight ready to burst from her loins. Cruelly, Rarity pulled back on Twilight’s harness, denying them both the satisfaction of release. “Nuh-uh-uh, we musn’t come too early now. That would end the fun too quickly. And we want to have fun don’t we?” Rarity said masochistically, placing a hoof under Twilight’s chin, their eyes level.

“Rarity I-“

“Shhh dear,” the dressmaker broke her friend off, “let Miss Rarity show you what two unicorns can do when they’re together.” Voice reverberating in Twilight’s ears, it penetrated her thoughts, as sensual as any lick could be to her loins.

Getting up, the pale unicorn concentrated, bringing a surge of magic to her horn. More straps fastened to Twilight, the binding her in place as they wrapped around her hooves. The blue light dissipated as another spell resolved itself somewhere in Rarity’s pelvic region. Allowing herself a glace, Twilight noticed a bulging sheath now presented itself there. A… cock?

Rarity maneuvered to the rear end of Twilight. Upon receiving the wink of approval from Twilight’s sex the penis sprung to life, fully erect. Without hesitation, Rarity plunged her new member between the folds of Twilight’s buttocks. It didn’t matter anyway, Twilight didn’t protest. She was doing anything to get that large, pulsing male piece inside of her, scooting her ass into the best position so the pair could couple. Large as Rarity's rod appeared at first, Twilight's waiting hole swallowed the it greedily, happily drooling liquids in appreciation. Rutting back and forth, the engorged phallus slid in and out. Twilight spread her legs as wide as she could manage allowing her swollen labia to wrap around the rod. Her feminine juices washed over it, preparing it for the big finale. Sucking sounds resonated with the grunts of pleasure and appreciation coming from the two love-inebriated mares. Eventually the sex devolved into a rapid cacophony of humps one right after another in quick succession. Rarity grabbed the reins harnessed to her partner.

The grip allowed Rarity to buck her hips even harder. She increased speed, eager to see the mare before her wracked with orgasm. Pulling and pushing, grunting as she dove again and again into pouting pony pussy. In a final powerful thrust, Rarity plunged as deep as she could into Twilight, sheathing herself to the hilt. The twitching organ paused for a moment and then shuttered. Finally, it erupted in halting, quick bursts as Rarity ejaculated into Twilight’s rear.

Having her cavity filled, Twilight came herself, ejecting a mixture of their unicorn love from her hole. Breathing heavily, the two feel away from each other, their ‘equipment’ still leaking seminal fluid. “Hah…hah…” Rarity gasped, “Excellent my dear. I think it’s time to reward my little pony.”

Regaining her hooves, Rarity moved her curly purple tail out of the way of her awaiting slit. Its essence spat at Twilight, inviting her in. “You saw the spell before, yes?” Rarity asked, curious if Twilight could emulate the spell that had allowed her to effectively become male. She waited for the purple unicorn to make an attempt.

Twilight nodded and began using her own magic to illuminate a spot near her groin. Presently, a fleshy patch extended itself and grew to the full height of a stallion’s penis. Showing off her aptitude, Twilight made the phallus slightly larger that of Rarity’s as well as giving it a more pronounced flare at the tip. The new appendage started to leak pre-cum aware it was about to be given its inaugural trial. Rarity bent over, her curvaceous body elevated its posterior to catch Twilight’s attention. Which was admittedly, unnecessary.

“Mount me,” she commanded.

Twilight didn't disobey. She brought her hooves up to Rarity’s haunches, helping her angle the awkwardly sized member into her friend’s alcove. Head briefly stopping at the outside of Rarity’s swollen lips to tease the entrance of her sex. She whined desperately. Then, the white mare, using the last of her consciousness, summoned another blue aura. This time, it levitated the remainder of the straps lying around the room, binding the two mares to one another. Lashings crossed between Rarity and Twilight ensuring that there was enough room to move, but not enough for either of them to leave from the current situation. They were committed.

Slowly, Twilight started, pushing herself into Rarity’s folds. Then, pulling out, the wetness of Rarity's marehood sucked at the penis, coaxing it to release into her bowels.

“Harder!” Rarity shouted, taking two more leather straps in her magic, flicking them abruptly. They slapped against the ponies’ backsides creating streaking red marks of pain. Whippings continued, but seeming to spur the actions of the lovers. In tandem they bucked furiously back and forth, the pair lost in throws of desire. Pussy juice streamed at their thighs, cementing the connection between Twilight’s crotch and Rarity’s. Strands of cum glistened off of their fur mixing with the sweat brought on by furious, desperate humps. Drowning in one another, the two mares closed in on the final act.

Leather straps snapped and magic dissipated as the pair seized up, releasing their orgasms at each other. Fluids squirted from their respective gender. Twilight backed off, phallus sliding wetly out of her friend. Cum oozed from Rarity as she bucked a final few times, still trying to fill herself completely, not wanting to come down off her high. On the ground, they struggled to recover from their exertions. The sickness of so much sweat and love covering their bodies as they ramained motionless in an attempt to cool down.

Rarity was the first to break the silence. “Let us never speak of this again,” she suggested, not wishing for everypony to know her kinks.

“Sounds good to me,” agreed Twilight, trying to adjust her outfit as it was half falling off her. Leggings coated in pony love.

“Anyways, I think that will suffice for a test,” Rarity blushed, getting back to business. Magic-ing her mane back into a perfect curl, realization washed over Rarity as her cutie mark returned to her flank. “However I think have a lot more work to do if I’m expected to get my boutique back in order.”

Good. Rarity was back.

Sheepishly the two mares left the dressing room, satisfied and definitely more… familiar with one another. Picking up the materials strewn about the ground of her workspace Rarity organized spools, needles, and fabrics into neat piles preparing for the work ahead.

"Rainbow, be a dear and go fetch me some lace from that cupboard over there." Now back in her element Rarity began to truly shine. Prodigally she began to work on three or four different dresses at a time.

The fashon-ista broke from her toils, turning to Twilight. “Being a weather pony like that was such a terrible dream.” Rarity paused, seeing her mannequins adorned with Applejack’s handiwork, “And I think I’m still having it.”