The Other Stories No One Wanted To Hear

Rarity awaited the arrival of somepony she had been longing to see for quite a while. She sprayed her best perfume. She had to smell perfect for the one she had truly longed for since they first met. There had to be some connection between them on a deeper level, after all, the one she loved had done so much more than they had to.

There was a knock at the door, and Rarity smiled a wide smile white to match her coat. She fluffed her hair to make sure it was ready for what she had in store, then headed downstairs to answer the knocking. Before her was none other than the purple pony that she had fallen in love with so long ago.

She beckoned her friend inside. “Do come in, Darling. I just wanted to make you feel at home before we begin.”

“Oh, I’ll always be comfortable,” Twilight said, trotting over to the pearl unicorn’s side, “As long as I’m within your grasp.”

The door shut, Twilight no longer held herself back. She planted her amethyst lips to Rarity’s. When they broke from their kiss, Rarity gasped for breath.

“I knew you were good with magic, but I didn’t know you were good with that kind of magic,” the alabaster one said. She could feel the warmth grow between her legs, and there was a wet sensation that she had every night in bed, awaiting the night when she would share it with the violet one before her.

And that was tonight.

“I… I’m soaking already,” Twilight said, pulling out a fragrant hoof from between her legs. “I suppose it’s because I’m new to this…”

“It’s alright, Twilight,” Rarity said, cantering off to a closet that she kept hidden behind a few mannequins with eternally unfinished designs. In this closet were the things she kept closest to her equine heart. Or at least, her loins. The desire that flowed through her overrode all the lady-like mannerisms and repertoire she had built up with Twilight through the years. She pulled out something that she was sure would excite the both of them.

“Uh, Rarity?”

“What is it darling?”

“I know I read up a lot about this visit, but I don’t think I’ve ever read about needing bridles.”

“Just relax, Twilight,” she said, fitting the device into Twilight’s mouth and returning to the closet. She levitated up some rope, then beckoned Twilight to follow her. Without much else she could do, she acquiesced, heading up the stairs to the silk-lined bed in Rarity’s room. Without further prompting, Twilight climbed onto the bed and rolled onto her back, revealing the fleshy hole in her plot that was dripping wet.

The odor in the air intoxicated Rarity as she bound the rope around Twilight’s forelegs, around the posts of her bed, and to the hind legs. There was a muffled sound from Twilight’s mouth, as the bridle halted any words before she could complete them.

“This is exactly what I wanted to do, Twilight,” Rarity said, climbing onto the bed over top of her willing, yet captive, partner. The look on the amethyst pony’s face melted from confusion to pleasure as Rarity placed her tongue at the base of her horn and slowly rubbed up toward the tip. When she made it to the top, the bottom pony let out a moan that was only partially stifled by the implement in her mouth.

“That’s it, Darling, feel the pleasure. Let it take you to places you never knew existed… places that only I can take you,” she said, before running her tongue all the way up her partner’s horn again. Responding with another loud moan, Twilight was lost in the pleasure that Rarity gave her. As Rarity hovered over the horn and licked it again, there was an even louder moan, and the scent that wafted up from between the legs of Twilight told her that she was hitting the spot. She wrapped her whole mouth around it and sucked with all her might, making sure to keep her tongue moving across the twisted bone form, feeling every inch of it. It wasn’t long until she felt the magic resonance that she knew was going to come.

Pulling her mouth off of it, she put her hoof to it and rubbed it vigorously. This was certainly going quicker than she had hoped, but Twilight was a newbie when it came to these matters. Within seconds, magical sparks flew around the room and Twilight’s whole back arched violently up, straight into Rarity’s chest. While it made her gasp suddenly, Rarity hadn’t had any pleasure from the experience so far.

She knew the next step, which would prepare Twilight for the final step, but it seemed that her lover was exhausted. She would have to do all the work, and she was okay with this. Twilight was new to this, and she wouldn’t know all the tricks yet.

“Twilight, you need to be awake to learn from this experience, Darling,” Rarity said, planting a kiss on the purple pony’s cheek. There was a grumble from behind the bridle, but Twilight’s eyes were drooping because of the pure pleasure from her horn.

Rarity shifted her body that she could plant her snout in Twilight’s plot hole. From the moment that her tongue first rubbed on her clit to the moment that it reached the top, Twilight arched and shuddered. The ropes only held so tight, and she wormed in the little bit of slack she had.

She mumbled through the bridle, but Rarity knew what she was saying all too well: “Oh, Rarity! I don’t ever want you to stop!”

“Oh, I’m not ready to stop yet, Darling,” Rarity responded, dragging her tongue across the entire length of her partner’s slit. “Now, we move on,” she said, acknowledging the soaking pussy of her friend, ready to finish this off. The look in Twilight’s eyes showed a mix of anticipation and anxiety. She wasn’t sure what the last step was.

With a calming breath to steady her excitement, Rarity aimed her horn carefully for the hole. The purple victim arched her back so violently that she moved Rarity when she did, causing her horn to hit even more nerves, and almost overwhelming her with pleasure. With even heavier breathing and almost labored movement, Twilight tried to take things a little slower.

Though she could move a little with the slack in the lines, Rarity had already found the spot inside her. She knew what was going to happen, but her feral urges only drove her on, despite what was going to happen. She started rhythmic motions with the intent of pleasing herself and the one she was, in a way, tormenting, but the pleasure overwhelmed Twilight and her inexperience. That, and Rarity was rubbing her G-Spot.

What happened next was Rarity’s own fault: Twilight let out the loudest sound she had made all day as a fountain gushed its way past Rarity’s horn and straight into her hair. Rarity knew that this would take hours of conditioning to remove the peculiar smell so as to not raise suspicion from the other ponies, but the urges inside her drove to continue without care for what happened to her lady-like beauty. At this point her horn was starting to gather the magical energy it would release, but Twilight was well past finished. In fact, she was only half there as the pleasure rendered her practically limp, held up only by the ropes binding her to the posts of the bed.

Rarity continued her motions until it finally came, about a minute or two later. The magical sparks ignited inside of Twilight, hitting every nerve in a surge of pure, magical ecstasy. If she weren’t in such an exhausted state, she would have moaned again. As it stood, though, this experience had rendered her almost completely vegetative.

Now dripping wet, but with at least some release, Rarity unbound the ropes tying up Twilight, only to have her land roughly on the bed soaked through with the juices of their lovemaking.

“Oh, Celestia,” Twilight said when Rarity removed the bridle, “I cannot express how much I love you, Rarity. Spike has nothing on my love for you!” She rolled over, bearing her back to Rarity, who cuddled up to her lover and lied in bed with her. Together, they fell asleep, to spend Luna’s magnificent night wrapped in each other’s hooves.

Rarity awoke, happy with herself, the smell of last night’s love still in the air… but there was something missing. Twilight. Rarity found herself under the covers, with her blindfold on, and the only dampness on the bed was located between her own legs. It had been a dream. A live, ever-so-realistic one, but nevertheless, a dream. She could feel the tear form in her eye as she realized that the purple pony that she loved so much would never love her the way she wanted so badly.

She turned to the next best thing: the mechanical drone standing in the corner that Rarity had built to replace the piece of her heart that Twilight always took with her. “Twilight, Boot,” she commanded with disappointment in her voice.

“Goo. D. Mor. Ning. Rar. It. Y. I. Love. You,” it said as the gears starting to whir and it stepped out of the corner of the room.

“Can. I. Play. To. Day. Rar. It. Y?” asked another mechanical voice.

“No, Sweetie Bot, now go downstairs and await your friends.”

“Yes. Most. Per. Fect. Sis. Ter. Of. All. Time.”

As Sweetie Bot went downstairs, Rarity knew there was only one to distract her from the hole in her heart. “Come here, Twilight. I have needs.”