Equestria Dark: Tales of a New Appleloosan Stallion Water Salespony

Written by Minalkra

"Co~oming!"  Rarity levitated a bolt of fabric onto one of her many selves, adjusting it just so before trotting out to greet her guests.  Before she even saw who it was, Rarity began her wonderful little welcome-chant that just oozed fabulosity.  "Welcome to the Carousel Boutique!  Where everything is chic, unique and magnifi-oh!  Cloudkicker, what a pleasant surprise!  And are these your daughters?"

Standing in the middle of her front store area were three mares she never thought she'd see in her life.  Cloudkicker - one of Rainbow Dash's more disreputable friends - and two younger filies were hoofing her carpet nervously.  She recognized only the elder mare.  Still, whatever would Cloudkicker be doing with such young things since she had a stallion practically to herself?  Blinking that envious thought away, Rarity turned her smile up a few notches as if to banish the unnecessary and hateful little creature into the depths of her mind.

"Yeah, hi Rares.  Uh, look, uh ..."  Cloudkicker absently rubbed the back of her head, her face growing more and more red as time went on.  The two fil-no, these were young mares by now.  The two young mares were also beet red and the ... oh.

"Oh my."  Rarity blushed slightly herself, clearing her throat.  They were at that age, after all.  "I would have thought Silver Lining would have taken your daughters out for their first, uhm, aids."

Cloudkicker sighed, facehoofing in a very unladylike manner.  The tiny voice in the back of Rarity's mind began to rant about how any stallion would find that sort of thing attractive but she kept a firm grip on her sunny smile.

"Yeah, well, something came up at the weather office and Rumble's ... got his scent card now and, well ... things got a bit weird at home."

"Oh.  Oh, you poor dears.  I myself don't have a brother but I can imagine the stress of having to see and touch but never taste."  She tried to keep the bitterness out of her voice but the two young mares must have picked up on it.  Even Cloudkicker blinked at her slight venom.  "But we aren't here about me, are we?  No, these two lovely young ladies must need relief.  Let's take you back to my, uh, special room and we can see about getting you two some coolers."

The little voice in the back of Rarity's head had begun to sob, decrying selfish mares that kept their stallions to themselves and the need to keep her own private stock of such things in her room.  With a force of will, she stuffed the small voice into a smaller box and buried under years of sexual frustration.  There would be time enough for that later.