Through the branches of trees and over the rooftops did the Sun creep up upon the small town of Ponyville. Its rays, small and separate shot through what little gaps they could find, and where they could not, large shadows rose, higher and higher as the risen Sun climb higher into the sky. The relatively small town did not bask in it's glow for long, however, as soon, a mass of thick clouds, leftovers from the reign of the night, did slumber across the sky, right in front of the Sun that had been doing such a good job of properly conducting the start of a new day. This Sun was in a particular fierce mood it seemed, for still did its rays attempt to do their very best to pierce through the thick layers of cloud and reach the small town yet again.
At that, they did succeed. Not through sheer force of the power of the bright yellowy orange matron in the sky, but rather due to the clouds simply moving right on out of their way. A small victory perhaps, but a victory nonetheless. Yet a senseless victory, for just as the town was once again basking in the full glow of the Sun did yet another thick gathering of clouds roll right in front of it once move, denying the little town full exposure for a second time. And, just as before, that body of clouds had pressing matters to attend to in the sky, and did move on from their obtrusive position blocking the Sun. And, just as before, the small town had but a few precious moments to cherish the warmth of the big orange ball in the sky before another batch of thick, fluffy white did bar it from view yet again.
Needless to say, this went on for quite a bit, as is custom on a morning such as this particular one. The only hint to any soul out on the streets of the fair town that a battle for sunny supremacy was occurring in the sky was from its subtle impacts, that mainly took on the form of shadows. In the precious short moments that the Sun shone unimpeded in the sky, all could be seen; yet, when one of the many gatherings of clouds held sway did the shadows creep out from the buildings. It was quite a sight, to see the dark shades engulf the whole town, only to recede back the moment the rays of sunlight stabbed through.
Yet despite such an... intriguing display of celestial proportions, not one soul in said town of Ponyville was paying it much heed. For it was really quite early in the morning, and the only souls that had any business out on the streets were far too busy trying to properly make the transition from the world of the slumbering into the world of the awake. They were too preoccupied with yawning, and keeping their heads down to understand what was happening above them. And as for the rest of the inhabitants of the small town, well they were still behind wooden doors and stone walls, so what concern did they have for the great big gig in the sky.
In particular, behind one such wooden door and stone wall, laying atop a grandiose bed, concealed beneath a thick layer of blankets, was one particular soul who was just about to start the transition from the world of the slumbering to the world of the awake. A transition they were not all too keen on initiating, for they had just left a particularly good dream; one where they had engaged in a rather, sizzling act of debauchery. Certainly something they could not engage in in the world of the awake, anyway... at least, that's what she thought anyway, but she did get up, and this is how she did it.
First, she groaned. A groan that reeked of her longing for the dream that had occupied her mind. Her eyes remained firmly shut, apparently in denial, indulging the feasibility of returning to her dream. Yet when it became apparent that she would not be returning to her slumber, she grudgingly opened them. The sight of her room slowly came into focus as she blinked repeatedly, before she brought up a limb from under her covers to brush all the sleep out of her eyes. Then, she made the attempt at raising her head; no small task considering how much her pillow was calling to her, almost pleading with her to remain in its embrace a little while longer. And, quite surprisingly, she complied, her head falling right back into the soft cushion, her eyes fluttering shut as she resumed her peaceful slumbering.
At least, she tried her very best at that. But for some strange reason, spending a good deal of the morning laying still doing nothing did not have quite the allure that she remembered it having. Trying hard to devote energy to laying still, she instead found an almost unbearable jittery sensation about her, compelling her to attempt another try at getting up. So she obliged, jerking her head up from her pillow yet again, before yawning an immense yawn and stretching her arms as high as they could go above her head. Her arms as high as they could go above her head?
Yes, the young woman did indeed stretch her relatively long arms, with two relatively little hands with ten relatively slender fingers protruding from them. And when she was through with that, she began to tale stock of the rest of her body. The first thing that stood out, or rather stood up at an awkward angle was her hair, an embarrassing mess of dark violet threads, breathing for air after being squashed between her head and the pillow. On a good day, her hair was a striking display of deep refined violet that so expertly contrasted the alabaster hue of her skin. This evidently, was not a good day for her hair; looking rather like the disorganised mane of a horse, or something similar.
Still, she was undisturbed, for it would be foolish to think one to go to sleep with extravagant locks like hers and wake up with them all in good... trim. Brushing it behind her face, she yawned once more, alongside another round of stretching, before deciding to feel the feeling in her feet. Wiping away the covers with a hand, she stretched out her legs off the bed and onto the carpet of her bedroom.
Despite both feet firmly on the ground, she could not help but wobble and swag slightly. An odd sensation, but it was soon pushed from her mind as she commenced another round of stretching. Her arms shot upwards yet again, her fingertips almost touching the ceiling, while she balanced herself on the tips of her toes. Casting a look over at a mirror close by, she took stock.
All in all, she could not help but take pride in her appearance, and for just reason. Despite the dazed effect sleeping had bestowed upon it, in addition to most of it concealed beneath a pair of silk purple nightwear, the glamour and elegance was apparent. With her limbs stretched out at their fullest extent, she was an unusually tall shape with an unusual pearly white complexion adorned by a reckless tangle of deep violet hair. A little thin perhaps, but that was just a downplayed way of saying slender. Just as she continued to admire her form, it suddenly dawned on her that, while she may look like subdued beauty, she did not smell like it.
So, deciding it best to stop indulging her vanity, she finished her stretching, moved over and out the bedroom door in the direction of the bathroom. Right before she reached that door however, her attention was drawn to a different door on her left. One left ajar slightly, that opened to another bedroom. And in that bedroom, on a much smaller bed she could make out the much smaller form of her dear sister, slumbering just as peacefully as she imagined she had been. Though it seemed a trivial thing, she lingered there a few moments more, making sure that the young girl was definitely still fast asleep. When that was apparent, she closed the door and stepped into the bathroom.
It's decor mirrored her well. Her feet were almost camouflaged against the white floor, while the walls contrasted them with in a dark purple. An intentional design, what with those two colours being so attuned to her. She let out another yawn, a natural response to the shot display of exercise it took to get her here, before turning on the shower, feeling aversive to a bath since it would likely seduce her into an unneeded sleep. Fiddling about with the fixtures and gently testing the water until she was satisfied, she promptly discarded her nightwear, lingering for a moment to indulge in a newfound admiring of her naked, ivory skin before eventually stepping under the cone of water.
A refreshing start to hopefully stress free day, she thought to herself, letting the water flow over her form, causing her skin to glisten and her hair to clamp to her head, as all the stuck out bits flattened into one. She leaned her back against the wall and stood there, letting the water do the work she was too apathetic to do. While her body was still, varying thoughts flowed through her mind. Most of it was merely trivial, like what she imagined spending the day on. It was rare to have a day where, for once she did not have to burden herself by making various items of clothing and such, despite how much it was her lot in life. No instead, this day she would be having a friend over for the evening, another rare thing. A lovely friend, like her in many ways, for they both shared a natural affinity for magic, yes magic.
In fact, that particular friend had been the subject of the quite, sizzling dream she had right before waking up...
It was just then she felt a very strange sensation. Not something mental within her head but rather something physical within her body. A very strange, very alien feeling deep below, right in her... nether regions. A feeling that, the more she thought about it, made her awfully humid, despite the water, as well as making her feel somehow wet. Now understanding just what this was exactly, she attempted to push all thoughts of her dream far from mind. But that was clearly something beyond her power, for it only served to increase the burning moist feeling within her folds.
And then, she understood just what she could do to get rid of this intrusive feeling. The only thing was, it was not exactly something she was comfortable doing, even in private. But now, she had indulged in the thought for far too long, and it was evident that this was to be the only way of quelling this unnatural desire within her. So, seeing no other alternative present, she reached down with a hand to carefully embrace her neither region, and the disturbingly prominent fire within.
Her breathing was short. The water still issued forth down her body, from her soaked hair, down her flustered face, over the valley of her breasts, through her hand holding her entrance, then trailing down her slender legs. Very slowly, she rubbed her opening, electing a slight jolt over her body as she titillated herself. She forgot the bathroom around her, forgot the water, and forgot to breathe, her breaths becoming small and irregular. The act was not usually as dramatic as this, but that was before she started to imagine that it was her friend that was causing her to act like this.
She may have been alone, but that was not the sight she was imagining. Her thoughts were occupied with images of her friend, kneeling down before her, replacing what her hand was doing with her mouth. The more she indulged her mind in that fantasy, the more she engaged her hand in the act, stroking and caressing her burning folds with increasing vigour. Her eyes were closed, her fantasy taking over as she became more absent minded with what her hands were doing. The one that was not administering her lovebud was fondling one of her breasts, imagining that it was not her mound she was groping, but rather the head of her friend beneath her, forcing her head, and by extension her mouth, further into her canals. She found herself grunting immensely, trying to suppress herself from outright screaming with delight, for she was not alone in this house.
Eventually, she could not contain this assault on her mind and body any further. She felt this venereal melody building towards a fierce conclusion. The burning desire was bubbling towards her entrance; the hand on her breast she forced into her mouth to prevent her from yelling, whilst the other continued its ministrations until they were no longer needed. She let loose, as a cascade of her bodily fluids spewed freely from her opening all the way down her legs, loosing itself in the still persistent flow of water. She slid down the wall, no longer capable of standing as her legs became like jelly, her hands flopped to her sides, discarded, while she simply sat there absorbing it all.
True enough, the burning feeling had fled from her mind much like how it had fled from her body. And, as if to fill the empty space of thought within her head; one troubling thought from the swirling chasms within her mind, for now did she realise that she had pleasured herself to thoughts of her friend. Her dear, dear friend, whom she would be seeing this very evening. If that was not enough for her to become flustered with worry, then she was made of stronger stuff. Unfortunately for her, she was not made of stronger stuff, and she immediately started to panic with thoughts embarrassing thoughts relating to what she had just done.
Eventually, she composed herself. She was pretty good at appearances, so bottling up these strange, new insidious feelings towards her friend should be a simple matter. She could quite easily face her friend tonight with the level of friendship they were well accustomed over, with no signs indicating that she had done something like what she had done. So, with that small, but profound feeling of reassurance within her, she got up, properly cleaned herself up, and was ready to greet the day...
"Rarity!!" The shrill voice of her sister exclaimed, alarming the older sister as she sat attempting to eat her breakfast.
"What?" The woman known as Rarity groaned.
"Well.." The head of her little sister popped up from below the table. "Good morning!"
"It's the afternoon." Rarity was quick to correct her, finding herself lacking any patience for the gracelessness of her sister.
"What!? Is it?" Her little sister cried back, her little face turning an expression of disappointment.
"Yes Sweetie Belle it is." Rarity responded formally, paying her no heed.
"But I... I was so... close this time." Sweetie Belle muttered to herself. "Damn it!"
"Excuse me miss?" Rarity snapped back, looking up to give her sister a stern stare.
"Oh... sorry." The little girl stammered, turning red. "Sorry sis. I didn't mean that. I'll be careful next time."
"Just not around me alright?" Rarity pleaded. "What's Mom going to think of me hearing you say stuff like that?"
"Yeah yeah." Sweetie Belle said quite dismissively. "Well anyway, good morn... good afternoon."
Sweetie Belle, seeing there was little else to be gained from her sister, proceeded to busy making herself breakfast, or rather lunch. Rarity carefully observed her, for while she could be a competent preparer of food, when she messed up, it was quite spectacular. The little girl was almost in her spitting image, though only through her equally white complexion; her hair was a very different mix of light pink and grey, along with her brilliant eyes of green.
"Hey sis?" Sweetie asked her elder when she had made what she wanted. "I got a question?"
"Go on." Rarity said, dreading only slightly what it would be.
"Why is this town called Ponyville?" She asked innocently.
"Why is this town called Ponyville?" Her big sister parroted back. "I imagine it has something to do with ponies."
"And..." Sweetie Belle said slowly. "What are ponies?"
"They are..." Rarity began. "Like horses."
"And..." Sweetie said. "What are..."
"Horses are..." Rarity guessed and continued. "Bigger versions of ponies. I think."
"Oh. Okay." Sweetie Belle remarked, going silent to ponder to herself.
"Was that satisfactory enough?" Rarity asked.
"Err, sure." The little sister replied.
"Might I ask why did you ask it?" The older sister posed.
"Oh I just thought there might be... another reason... to it." Sweetie Belle muttered to herself strangely maturely.
"Anyway..." Rarity began, eager to move on. "You all set for your sleepover?"
"Oh? Oh yeah!" The girl said, first a little confused, before a sudden enthusiasm took hold of her. "I've never slept on a farm before."
"Isn't that riveting." Rarity remarked, turning back to her nearly finished breakfast...
The night came upon the town of Ponyville unusually quick for Rarity to properly register it. She seemed to have spent much of the day going over her actions in the shower; she had not stepped out to visit one of her other many friends, opting instead to busy herself with the only thing that seemed to calm her nerves... working on clothes at the sowing machine. Despite how she would have preferred to do something else, it was the only thing that would keep her hands occupied enough, lest she fall prey to temptations and busy them with another activity.
Before too long, Sweetie Belle had left with her own friends for a sleepover, leaving the brooding Rarity alone in the house. She found herself standing in front of her open closet, a wide variety of outfits all looking equally alluring and appealing. She really had not planned on making this much of an effort to get ready for the arrival of her friend, but going through what she had done, she was starting to doubt her ability to keep a calm head on her shoulders. So, as an alternative, she found that the best thing she could do, should she succumb to these desires, was to put on a good show for her friend. The idea being that, if she made a complete mess of it, then at least she would look good doing it.
And then, she found herself sitting in front of her mirror, dressed an ordinary enough dress of dark violet colours that matched her hair well. While it may have taken a long enough time struggling to pick the right apparel, followed by a few short moments struggling to fit herself into the one she would end up picking, it would take far longer for her to get her hair into a state she would consider satisfactory. She stared at the Rarity within her mirror, deciding on a style that would fit the mood of tonight. She was looking for something that would supplement her manner of dress well, but would also make some sort of statement to friend. Something that said... well, she was undecided on what she wanted to say.
Eventually however, she had decided on a style without nearly as much effort than she imagined exerting. Maybe she had gotten so good at appearances or she was simply too engaged with thoughts concerning her friend. All that was left was to put on a face; not that she had a good enough face already, but she still had her cheeks to puff up, her eyes and eyelashes to overly dramatise, and perhaps most important of all, her lips to turn into a most seductive dark shade of purple. Now she had a clearer idea of just what kind of message she wanted to say to her friend, and the more she thought about her, the more a second desire began to burn, concealed behind the lower portion of her dress.
But just as she was about to raise the first brush to sculpt her face, a sharp knock on the front door reached her ears. A panic flushed over her, interrupting her delicate state of mind as several thoughts flooded her mind, all concerning the fact that her friend was right at the door and she was not yet ready to greet her. She paused, gently holding the brush in her hand, forgetting the door and just who was behind it.
But before she could act any further, she heard a loud snap. A snap soon followed by a cloud of purple light manifesting in the reflection of her mirror behind her, before it dissipated, leaving behind the very friend she had been so concerned about standing meet feet away from her.
"Rarity!" That familiar voice went. "Good evening!"
Rarity jumped in her seat, the brush she held went flying. Trying to compose herself she turned to face its source, and found herself quite speechless upon seeing her friend observing her with a look of intrigue.
"Twi... light!" She managed to cry out in her state of alarm.
"You know what." Twilight began, standing before her. "I can see you're a little busy here. Let me just get out of you're hair and try this again."
And before Rarity could respond, she scrunched up her eyes, and zapped out of view in a flash oh purple. Rarity simply sat there, her mind struggling to comprehend the rapid turn of events. Soon after, she heard another rap on the door, a little softer than the one before, but enough of an incentive to prod her into resuming her interrupted activities. She did her best to put on the rest of her makeup as fast, but as carefully as she could, before she got up, readjusted her garb, and made a dash for the front door, opening it in one sudden jerk.
"Rarity!" Twilight said upon seeing her yet again. "Good evening!"
"Twilight." Rarity responded, this time much more reserved. "Come in."
Twilight simply smiled at her, her eyes looking unusually illuminated, as she stepped through the door. Unlike Rarity, it was clear that she had not put as much effort into her getup. She wore a smart enough light purple shirt and dark skirt, which stopped just at the helm of black boots; and her hair was of a very different style, a dark purple orderly trim, cut straight atop her brow before delving into long streaks on either side of her head, with a dash of light pink. While Rarity looked elegant and cultivated, Twilight was straight and orderly. Yet despite that, there was a familiarity between them both, for their were simply opposite ends of the same hue.
"You look lovely by the way." Twilight remarked, rolling her eyes from the top of Rarity's violet curls to the helm of her heels. "What's the occasion?"
"Oh umm, nothing." Rarity did her best to respond with losing too much breath. "Just threw it on, really."
"Really?" Twilight repeated, sounding quite curious, but she decided not to pursue it. "Sorry about earlier, hope I didn't cause too much alarm. It's just that ever since I got the hang of this teleport spell, I can't seem to stop using it."
"Uh huh." Rarity responded.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Twilight said all of sudden.
"Sorry? For what?" She asked.
"You know." Twilight said suggestively.
"No I don't." She stated.
"You know... because it's you. Not being... as good... as me." Twilight said, quite arrogantly.
"Oh, yeah." Rarity admitted, quite bitterly.
"Anyway, I won't do it again." Twilight moved on. "Umm, shall we?"
She made a gesture as if to lead Rarity further into her own home. Rarity hastened to lead Twilight on, forgetting momentarily what she was on about, as Twilight's comments had effected her in an unusual way. True, it was... true that Twilight was exceptionally gifted in the art of magic, far beyond those of her contemporaries. None of their other friends really paid it much attention; but then again, none of their other friends were as magically attuned as Rarity was. But usually, Twilight never flaunted the fact that she was the superior one right in her face like that. It puzzled Rarity, for why would she do it on such a night. Why, the mere thought of Twilight boasting right in front of her like that made her... slightly damp, in an insidious way...
..."This beef is exquisite, by the way." Twilight remarked, some time later, as the two dined.
"Oh." Rarity replied, a little distracted. "Thanks."
"I won't ask what type it is." Twilight continued.
"Excuse me?" She said, confused.
"Oh didn't you know."'Twilight enlightened her. "There was some kind of scare up in Canterlot a couple weeks back. Some nasty rumours about, get this, pony meat being used as beef."
"Excuse me!" Rarity exclaimed.
"Don't worry, it's nothing." Twilight reassured her. "Don't know why anyone would want to eat ponies anyway. I mean really."
"Yeah." Rarity agreed, somewhat quietly.
She looked down at her dish, only put off a little bit. Slowly, she cast an upward glance towards Twilight dining opposite her. Somehow, the sight of her eating triggered yet another bout of humidity in her. She quickly looked away before Twilight caught on, trying to control her breathing, which was becoming noticeably sharp. Thankfully Twilight was too absorbed to pay her any heed, but still, the mere image of her in such proximity only served to fume it further. Suddenly her mind was ablaze with thoughts of the dream she had, and what she done in the shower. Deciding the best course of action was... the best course, she quickly stuffed her mouth to silence the breathing...
..."You alright, Rarity?" Twilight asked her.
"Hmm. Oh, of course. Just fine." Rarity did her best to appear composed.
Rarity lay in a rather rigid position on her living room sofa. Twilight lay upon a mass of cushions in front of the fireplace, quietly observing the embers. Her boots lay discarded close by, along with some fluffy woolen socks, as her feet danced in the air above her, quite close to Rarity on the sofa. A glass of wine she held in her hand with a firm grip, knowing all too well how much she would despise the mess should it fall. Twilight must have caught her observing her, for now she was looking right back at her with an intriguing stare. Rarity's heart started to beat a little briskly as she did her best to avoid looking at those orbs that looked right back at her.
"Don't give me that." Twilight said suddenly, attempting to start up a conversation. "You've been kind of quiet this whole evening."
"Yeah. Yeah I have." Rarity admitted. "Just, thinking."
"Uh huh." Twilight said, sounding quite unconvinced. "You know, you don't look too comfortable with those heels on."
"Umm, pardon?" Rarity asked.
"Those heels." Twilight said, looking at her feet. "They look a little tight. Might be blocking the blood from getting to your feet."
Rarity would have responded with some dismissive comment. But before she could say anything, Twilight leapt up from her makeshift seat on the floor to sit on the end of the sofa Rarity was lounging on. She made a move to hold Rarity's feet, but she drew them back the moment Twilight had sprung up on the sofa.
"Oh come on, don't be shy." Twilight prodded her. "Please, put your feet on my lap, I promise it will help."
"Now just hold on a minute." Rarity pleaded, finding it hard to speak.
Twilight simply cleared her throat and placed a finger on her skirt, clearing waiting for Rarity to oblige. Rarity still kept her feet a respectable distance away; that is, until she noticed Twilight was smiling at her. A lovely, innocently seductive smile, all the while maintaining her indicative finger on her skirt. Rarity's heart continued a fierce rhythm, but she found the energy within her to comply, and she slowly move her heels forward and placed them on Twilight's lap.
Twilight smiled again and placed a hand on her right foot, bound in leather. With delicate fingers, she prodded the strap, slowly sliding it free and loosening the whole foot. Next she grabbed hold of the helm and, with equal slow movement, slid it free from Rarity's foot. Twilight was right, the moment it was free, she did feel a sense of freedom return to her foot, her toes wiggling in the air. Twilight did not waste any time in reaching for the other, undoing the straps and freeing the foot with greater haste.
"See, isn't that better?" She remarked once she was done.
"Much." Rarity responded.
"I mean really, why would you even wear heels indoors. I thought you were the fashionable one." Twilight said, almost like she was scolding her for the peculiar sense of dress.
"Yeah yeah." Rarity acknowledged her, breathing deeply and resting her feet on Twilight's skirt.
That is, until she felt a sharp cold as Twilight placed her hands upon her feet. She felt cold but gentle fingers stroke them, inducing a slight tickling sensation. She wanted to immediately protest and withdraw them; yet some part of her was most reluctant to do so, and instead found it quite soothing. So she simply lay there, letting Twilight attend to her feet. Yet all the while, the tingling of a burning desire were becoming quite prominent.
"Rarity." She said. "What's the matter? You're not acting like the usual Rarity."
"Oh." Rarity replied. "And just what exactly does the usual Rarity act like?"
"Well now." Twilight began. "The usual Rarity is, chatty, energetic, refined."
"Well yes. But." Rarity reminded her. "The usual Rarity never had her feet on anybody's lap before."
"Hmm. No, she didn't." Twilight muttered to herself. "Except, you've been acting kind of quiet prior to this."
"Oh yeah." Rarity acknowledged.
"So... what's the matter then?" Twilight pressed her. " Was it something I said earlier?"
"Well..." She struggled.
"Was it me showing off my magic, I bet it was me showing off my magic." Twilight continued, regardless. "I'm sorry about that, you shouldn't feel the least bit ashamed that I'm the superior one."
"Now wait..." Rarity tried to interject.
"Argh, there I go again." Twilight loudly exclaimed. "What's wrong with me, why can't I stop acting so high class like this, I mean, isn't that how you're supposed to act.... oh dammit I did it again."
"Really, it's..." Rarity did her best to be heard.
"I mean, there's plenty of stuff you're better at than me!" Twilight only proclaimed, quite loudly now. "I mean, you're ally better at speaking to people than I am, you don't explode at the slightest little acts of inconsistency..."
"Twilight." Rarity said quietly, a burning urge growing within her just to hear Twilight go on and on.
"Clothes, fashion, that's what you're really good at!" Twilight continued, in her own little world. "I mean, I could never use sowing machines and thread machines and whatever you call them the way you do."
"Twilight..." Rarity repeated, the desire increasing tenfold, causing her to feel quite wet beneath her dress.
"And don't get me started on..." Twilight would have said, had she been able.
But she did not get a chance to discuss just what it was that she had yet to discuss. For at that moment, Rarity simply could not bear to listen to her in her state anymore. She leaned forward, dropping the aforementioned wine glass she had long since lost interest in, as she brought both hands to hold Twilight's face as she thrust her lips upon the unsuspecting girl, catching her more than a little off guard.
At first she suspected Twilight had not exactly registered the fact that Rarity's lips were upon her. Then she shifted her head a little, finding it held in place by her hands, before her eyes properly glanced at Rarity, seeing the woman had shut hers. If Rarity had cared to open her eyes, she would have noticed that a look of immense bewilderment was on the face she was preventing from speaking. She could feel the lips she was pressing hers against, feeling them unmoving in response to the kiss. That panicked her, and she immediately withdrew, opening her eyes as a look of alarm formed over her own face.
"Well..." Twilight said after a surprisingly short amount of time. "...Well, you are better at getting people to shut up than I am."
Rarity could not respond, as the panic appeared to have taken her voice away.
"Just what was that, exactly?" Twilight dared to ask.
"I don't know!" Rarity exclaimed shrilly, causing Twilight to jump slightly.
"Don't know, hmm?" She continued after recovering. "Interesting. Well, if you wanna go the whole way, I'm up for that."
"Umm, pardon.?" Rarity said, a confusion of her own settling in.
"Now come on." Twilight began. "Don't tell me you just did that to shut me up, because I can think of much easier ways. I'm guessing you've been struggling to keep some hidden desires in check, and have obviously failed at that. Now we could try and continue the evening in this uncomfortable state. Or... we could..."
As if to exhibit her sudden willingness, she leaned forward and returned the motion Rarity had silenced her with. Only this time, she was far more into receptive, attempting to open up Rarity's mouth with her tongue, who found herself more than willing to accept. She quickly managed to get over her fright and was soon caressing Twilight's tongue with her own. The two continued that act of foreplay for some time, almost forgetting the fact that Rarity's feet were quite close to a compromising position on Twilight, who had moved herself up onto the sofa with her knees to better reach Rarity.
"Wow, that is some exquisite lipstick you got there." Twilight remarked upon finally withdrawing, licking her lips with delight. "It's almost like you planned this."
Rarity faintly laughed in return. "I suppose we should make our way upstairs."
"We could do that." Twilight replied. "Or, I could simply..."
She grasped Rarity hands, scrunched up her eyes, and before the woman could protest, zapped them both to the bedroom above, Rarity tumbling slightly as she registered the sudden change.
"I hope you're not too put off." Twilight said.
"No, not at all." Rarity replied, more than acquainted to Twilight's superior use of magic. "...Oh shoot! I let a glass fall back down there, I have to go clean that up!"
"Rarity?!" Twilight scolded her.
"Right right, of course." Rarity acknowledged, halting the process of clamouring out of the bed.
"Now, where were we..." Twilight asked. "Oh, yes."
And before Rarity could respond, she had wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into another deep kiss. Despite how quickly events seemed to be going around here, Rarity managed to entertain Twilight by thrusting herself into the kiss. Eventually, Twilight simply grew weary of toying with her mouth, and pulled back, only to start planting light kisses up and down her neck, tickling her slightly. Rarity did her best to keep busy by running her fingers through Twilight's hair, disrupting the orderly arrangement as she rumpled through the locks, occasionally nibbling at Twilight's forehead.
But before she could really make a start, Twilight pulled back, and lay herself down upon the bed in a seductive pose. Rarity was confused.
"Well Rarity." She began. "Since you made the first move, it's only fair that you take charge. But I expect to be well fatigued by the end of tonight."
She smiled, an attempt at looking innocent, but there was none of that about her. Rarity simply licked her lips in anticipation, now fully embracing where the night would lead them. So she knelt on the covers above Twilight, surveying her on where to start.
"Well." Twilight reprimanded her. "I'm waiting!"
"Oh be quiet you." Rarity retorted, suddenly noticing how irritated Twilight's snappy attitude was making her.
She started by moving her face right up close to Twilight's. The girl beneath her shut her eyes, anticipating where Rarity would take her. The woman above took advantage to brush her loose hair put of her face, admiring her symmetric beauty. Rarity held her cheek in her hand, and kissed her lips again, a soft embrace that both parties took their time with, teasing and toying with each other until Rarity was ready to move on.
She left Twilight's lips, a warm smile upon them, and moved her way down, dragging her mouth across the skin of her neck, electing some slight giggles in return. Her progress was halted when she reached the collar of her shirt; Rarity stopped for a moment, doting on the prospect. She looked up, noticing Twilight still had her eyes closed, fully expecting, and awaiting. So Rarity began to move her fingers down it in an intentionally slow motion, until she arrived at the first of the few buttons that held it close. Her fingers trembled slightly, as she undid the first. It came loose, causing her breath to come to a slight halt as she delved further down, undoing each button that soon allowed her to open up Twilight's chest for the first time. She looked up at her lover's face, still in the same state of expectancy she had left it in, before she opened up wide the shirt, revealing her chest to see.
Twilight skin was noticeably different from her own. It was primarily a light brown, except for the strange tinge of purple to it. But that was not what she was concerned with; it was her breasts, concealed behind a very unusual black, lacy bra that contrasted her natural skin and clothes immensely.
"Where did you get this?" She could not help but ask.
"Oh you know. Around." Twilight said, not moving her head or opening her eyes. "Not from you, I'm afraid. Hope you're not too hurt."
Rarity did not answer, finding it funny and somewhat charming that Twilight was worrying about what she thought about where she got her undergarments from. At any rate, she returned to her ministrations of her friend; putting the bra on hold for now and simply planted many kisses all over all the free new skin she could see. Twilight soon got inpatient however, and abruptly sat up, allowing Rarity to remove her shirt. When that was done, she did not lie back down, for there was still the matter of her bra to attend to, as she was smiling at Rarity rather expectantly. So, with intrepid fingers, Rarity's hands snaked their way around Twilight's chest, aiming for the strap that concealed the prizes of her chest. After only a little fiddling, the strap was eventually undone, as Rarity pulled back, the bra sliding through Twilight's arms and was soon discarded alongside her shirt.
"Wow." Rarity remarked, her breath taken away. "I never thought I'd ever see these."
"I'll take that as a compliment, then." Twilight said, quite concerned.
In truth, Rarity had never laid eyes on another pair of breasts aside from her own before. To be honest, she did not know what to expect as she continued to stare at Twilight's bosom. Though it was a forgone conclusion by now, the sight of them turned her own, dispelling any notions that she did not appreciate other women in that regard. She continued to stare at Twilight's breasts, unusually orderly like the rest of her; very round and ample, the mere sight made her giddy the more she took it in.
"Well don't be shy." Twilight remarked.
She took a hand of Rarity, and brought it to cup her right breast. Rarity's head felt light and her hand trembled as she felt it touch the delicate flesh. Without further prodding from Twilight, she started to caress it slightly, gently running her fingers all around it before, with her other hand, she pushed Twilight back onto the bed, and before she even realised it, had brought her mouth to her other breast, massaging the one in her hand and started to suck on the nipple in her mouth.
Twilight started to moan and tremble beneath her. Now she was completely under her spell; and what a spell it was at that, Rarity fully embracing the way Twilight had so willingly offered herself to her, as she continued to massage her bust with her hand and tongue. Her skin had a fine taste to it too, and Rarity never imagined that she would ever be sampling it. Twilight continued to exhale and moan in pleasure, before Rarity felt her run her fingers through her hair. Her mouth then left her breast, Twilight groaning in protest, before Rarity silenced her by moving back up to deliver another kiss the two savoured as best they could. Their fingers ran all other each other, from the hair to their cheeks, down their bodies. Rarity broke the kiss, suddenly finding herself incredibly out of breath.
"My my, Rarity." Twilight remarked. "Have you had enough already?"
"Now, when did I say that?" Rarity panted back, growing mad the longer her mouth went without touching a part of Twilight.
"Well good." Twilight replied satisfied. "Because now, you know."
She adjusted herself on the bed, pulling herself into a sitting position, before she began fiddling with her skirt. Rarity, seeing where this was going, refused to watch passively, and threw herself upon the frilly item, grabbing the sides with her hands and forcing it down Twilight's tender legs and off her feet. Twilight lay back down again, seeing that Rarity had things under control, presenting not a single once of anxiety that she was now only clad in her black underwear that matched her discarded bra. Rarity hemmed her fingers around the edge, pausing for a moment to look back up at Twilight. She expected perhaps a slight look of trepidation at what she was about to be indulged in; but no, Twilight simply smirked at her, practically daring her to remove her last item of clothing. So Rarity smirked back, before tugging with her finger to expose Twilight's core.
"My my Twilight." She remarked. "You're completely naked down here. It's almost like you were planning this."
"Excuse me?" Twilight retorted, sounding almost offensively. "Who's to say I simply prefer to shave regularly."
Rarity smiled, looking back down at Twilight's opening. Completely naked of hair it glistened, already soaked by what Twilight had experienced so far. The sight reminded Rarity of the fact that she herself was most likely very damp herself beneath her dress. She stroked a finger down it, teasing Twilight and electing a moan in response. She was just above to move in with her mouth, licking her lips to imagine what it would taste like, until Twilight groaned in protest.
"Come on, we don't have all night here!" She complained quite loudly.
A thought struck Rarity. She had frowned quite tired with Twilight's consistent whining despite the sizzling act they were participating in. So she left the sight of her nest waiting to be claimed, and claimed back up the naked girl.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Twilight asked irritably.
She was silenced as Rarity brought her lips to hers once more, quite forcefully, taking her off guard. Rarity pulled back, a look of mischief upon her.
"Shutting you up." She answered.
At that, she did two things to Twilight at once. She forces her lips on her yet again, and drove a finger into her waiting hole. Twilight moaned immensely into the kiss, caught off guard by thus strange turn for Rarity, but she could hardly register it before Rarity added another to the equation at her entrance, beginning to stroke and thrust at her lovebud with a newfound fury. In addition, she continued to assault her mouth, not allowing her a moment to do anything else with her mouth, apart from trying to fight her. Rarity's free hand braced the bed beneath her for support, whilst her other began to grow weary from the constant pressure she was keeping on Twilight's core.
The girl under her was twisting and and thrusting her body in vigorous response to the dual assault upon her orifices. Her arms flung up to hold Rarity's back; finding it frustrating that she was still completely clothed. Eventually she felt the proper response to Rarity's fingers start to build within her. She wanted to moan and sigh but Rarity would not permit her mouth leave hers. She soon felt her essence within her start to brew right up to the surface as Rarity continued to assault her core. With one mighty thrust, her head jerked to the side, freeing herself from Rarity as she yelled in ecstasy as her fluids soon exploded out of her in a furious climax, draining onto the bed and coating Rarity's fingers in the sticky matter.
Twilight's hands dropped off Rarity's back, falling limb against the bed. Rarity herself sled off Twilight, falling flat alongside her. The two did not speak a word to each other after that display, for they were simply too fatigued from it; so instead they simply lay there beside one another, breathing profusely, trying to gain their strength back. Rarity was sweltering, for maintaining her position above Twilight whilst in a dress, whilst causing her to climax had taken a surprising amount of energy out of her. She was not usually one up exercise; but now that she had committed an act of lovemaking, she felt that the first thing she needed... was for all her clothes to be off. Luckily, Twilight was beside her.
"Wow, Rarity." She exclaimed. "You're pretty good at multitasking when you put you're mind to it."
Rarity sighed in response, far too exhausted to form a coherent response. Twilight rolled onto her back, raising her legs into the air, giving her a good view. She picked up the hand Rarity had used to bring her to orgasm, and ran her tongue around it.
"Now what?" She asked.
"Now?" Rarity replied, breathlessly. "What do you think, you do the same to me."
"That's the spirit." Twilight responded. "Was just checking."
Now it was her turn to start planting kisses all over Rarity. First, she started with her lips, something that never grew old; Rarity groaned into her mouth, her tongue barely putting up a fight against the renewed vigour Twilight's displayed. The girl soon withdrew, turning her attention to the fact that her flesh was completely bare while Rarity's was still denied to her. So she worked her way down to where her dress started, looking for a way to open it. Unfortunately for her, it was a little more complex design, for the gown was completely whole, not a strap or clamp in sight.
"Or Rarity." She asked, moving back up to the woman's face. "Could you be a dear and help me get this thing."
Rarity could not help but faintly laugh in response, seeing that her fairly simple design had all but defeated Twilight. It would appear that she indeed was the superior when it came to complicated dress design. Or maybe Twilight was just fairly hopeless at that. So she got up and worked to undo the familiar design that had eluded Twilight somehow. In a few short moments, everything came undone and all that remained was to simply lift it off her. But as Twilight grabbed the soft material with a mischievous look on her face, Rarity suddenly grabbed hold of her hand, breathing sharply.
"I'm sorry." She began. "It's just... I need a moment."
"Oh come on Rarity!" Twilight pleaded. "You're not getting cold feet now. Seriously?"
"It's just, that nobody else has ever seen me... like this." Rarity defended herself.
"Oh will you stop being dramatic, please." Twilight insisted.
And before Rarity could protest any further, she forced hold of the dress and flung it right over her shoulders lightning fast. Rarity's eyes snapped close and she clutched her arms to her chest. Her exposed chest.
"Okay, was not expecting that, to be honest." Twilight remarked.
Now Rarity was almost as naked as Twilight. In one swift motion she had gone from being clad almost entirely in dark violet, to the extremely contrasting dazzling white of her skin. She had not bothered to put on a bra when she was getting ready. Now she did not know if she was regretting that decision. Her arms were still clutched around her breasts, shielding them from Twilight's view while she waited for a response.
"Wow. Just wow." Rarity heard her eventually go, sounding quite speechless. "I mean that. Really I do."
Feeling a sudden bout of confidence, Rarity smiled and opened her arms, exposing her chest to Twilight. All that did was increase Twilight's already profound sense of awe, for she placed her hands over her mouth, struck speechless. Now who was being the dramatic one.
"Rarity." She said. "Count to three."
"What?" Rarity said, confused.
"Just do it!" Twilight demanded, a stern look in her eye.
"Fine." Rarity relented. "One, two..."
"Three!" Twilight yelled.
And before she knew it, Twilight pounced upon Rarity, tumbling her back down to the pillows, as she proceeded to ravage every part of her. The sight of Rarity's bare form must have cast some spell on her, for she had completely abandoned the premise of slow, seductive, titillation; opting instead to simply roll her mouth over every piece of alabaster flesh she could find. One moment she was kissing her viciously on the mouth, the next she was lashing her tongue all over her neck, before returning to her lips for a quick period of tenderness. A moment that did not last long, before she pulled back and was sloppily kissing her stomach, before moving onto her breasts, causing Rarity all manner of strange, frantic ecstasy as she tried to keep up with her carnal thrashing.
And that was before she had moved on her underwear...
When Twilight apparently had enough of everything above her waist, her eyes surveyed her long, slender legs. A wicked grin formed on her as she licked her lips, before she descended upon the underwear that barred her from the real prize. Rarity tried to prepare herself for what Twilight would do to her neither regions, but the girl descended upon her underwear in such a voluptuous frenzy that she actually tore the thin material when she tried to rip it off to get at the woman's core. Rarity felt a strange sense of violation as the last of her modesty was completely stripped away, yet it was not immediately followed by an assault on her now ablaze folds as she suspected. She waited a few moments, before raising her head to see what had caused Twilight to pause.
Twilight was simply staring at her entrance, more than a little soaked by now. Rarity's legs were wide open to her, yet she did was immediately claiming the prize that long awaited her as she should be, if her assault upon everything else had been any indication. She was simply laying there, dangling her legs off the side of the bed allowing Rarity a good view of her posterior stuck up slightly.
"Such a small thing, isn't it?" Twilight mused, surveying Rarity's entrance like it was a museum piece.
"Ahem, do you mind." Rarity replied, irritated. "It isn't exactly sexy to be between someone's legs and leave them hanging"
"Hanging? Oh Rarity, I think it'd be more appropriate to say I'm leaving you dripping." Twilight cheekily replied.
She raised a finger and gently stroked the glistening opening. Rarity cooed at her tease, and began to grow impatient with her slow movements.
"Just start... doing me already!" She demanded. "Why the sudden change of pace, Twilight?"
"Oh, but that's all part of it, Rarity." The girl replies, with a devious smile on her. "Just have to keep them on the edge, that way you can you with them, you see."
This tactic of Twilight's was proving to really get on Rarity's nerves. She could feel release within her, awaiting the prodding from Twilight to being it to the surface. She needed to take control of the situation; so she raised herself to address the still unresponsive Twilight between her legs.
"Twilight?" She began.
"Yes, Rarity?" Twilight said innocently.
Rarity did not reply with words, but rather with actions. She bent down, grabbed the back of Twilight's head, and brought her right up to her awaiting core.
"Oh fine." Twilight relented.
And then, she pressed her head forward, and rolled her tongue all the way down the slit. Rarity moaned, thankful that she had knocked this ridiculous teasing out of Twilight. She maintained her hand on her head, but clearly the girl did not need further prodding; for once she had got a taste of Rarity, she clearly wanted more. Twilight rolled her tongue all over her wet opening, before she pressed her mouth right up against it and started to suck immensely. At that, Rarity found it too much effort to maintained her grip, and was forced back onto her back, wriggling all over in response.
Twilight, now that her head was no longer forced against Rarity's hole, brought up both her arms and grabbed hold of Rarity's thighs. She continued to suck at her folds, along with everything inside them, the intensity of it all lit up a fire within her own canals, as she felt her juices begin to drip out of her own hole. Twilight's core was screaming for attention, but she was far too occupied with ensuring Rarity reach a climax to cater to her own lust. Rarity continued to moan and groan as Twilight massaged her lovebud with her tongue; her arms demanded activity, so she groped her breasts, fondling and caressing them just so that her hands could be doing something as sexually enticing as what Twilight was doing.
And sure enough, the unknown, yet familiar feeling naturally built up inside her as her desire was sated by Twilight. Her body felt weak, limb as a blaze of activity happened all at once in her nether regions. Soon enough, she reached her apex, and arched her back, letting out a skyward scream of pure delight as a cascade of her fluids poured out of her soaked hole, all over Twilight's mouth, who tried to suck up all the salty liquid she could see, too caught up in the pure ecstasy of the moment to care if it was a not a liquid she would normally willingly take. Rarity's head fell flat back on the pillow as her body stopped twitching after her orgasm, a sheen of sweat all over her as she simply lay there, now feeling even more ablaze than when she had been fully clothed.
Twilight grinned a devious grin as she witnessed the aftereffects of her ministrations upon Rarity. Wiping her face free of her salty fluids, she climbed up her white, sweat drenched body, planting soft kisses here and there, before ending by kissing her on the lips, despite Rarity being too exhausted to try and return her advances. So Twilight gently grabbed one of her hands and lay atop her. Rarity looked up at Twilight and she looked right back; the two maintaining their gaze for a while, simply staring into each others eyes, holding each other hands, and breathing lightly and soothingly.
"Wow." Rarity remarked.
"Yeah." Twilight replied, expectantly.
Rarity raised her hand that was not within Twilight's tender embrace. She stroked her cheek, clearing it from the wreck of her hair, long since gone of its orderly conduct and now a frizzled entanglement. Rarity's was hardly in a better state, but she cared not; she continued to trace her hand over Twilight's face, until the girl suddenly flopped off her and lay on the pillows beside her, still holding her hand and gazing longingly into her eyes. Rarity had recovered some of her energy by now, and traced her hand down Twilight's resting form. Down her neck, stopping to gently caress her breasts, tickling get stomach, before reaching the entrance she had defiled once already, now glistening with new juices, ripe for a second taking.
"So, what happens now, Twilight?" She asked.
Twilight stirred, almost asleep by the looks of it. "You're asking me? Wasn't it you who started this whole thing."
"Well yes." Rarity admitted.
"Are you saying... you're up for more?" Twilight asked, leaning up on the covers.
"Well, maybe I guess." Rarity replied.
Twilight pondered for a moment, before she reached a conclusion and her face suddenly lit up in elation.
"Oh goody." She began. "You know we're really on at the tip of the iceberg when it comes to sexually pleasuring each other. There are so many variables, and positions and techniques! I mean, just thinking about it all is making me moist. Just think about what we could..."
She was silenced as Rarity pressed a finger to her lips.
"There you go again, running your mouth like that." She said. "Why don't we finish this up quickly, it's been a long night."
"Oh? Oh, right you are, Rarity, right you are!" Twilight said, yawning but still quite ecstatic. "So, the only thing that remains is... you know any good maneuvers, hmm?"
"Maybe." Rarity responded with a good amount of cheek.
"I'm all ears." Twilight said eagerly.
Rarity smiled to herself. "Just do what I do, okay?"
Twilight nodded, and Rarity smiled, eagerly anticipating their grand finale, before getting herself up into a sitting position. Twilight followed suit, and Rarity, quite mischievously, stretched out her legs and slung them around Twilight. The girl did the same, entwining her legs around Rarity's form. The two of them sat square atop the bed, with their hands behind their backs on the covers to support themselves. This position left their cores in close, symmetrical proximity to each other, just waiting to be sated one more time.
Rarity made the first move, pushing herself forward and touching her entrance to Twilight's. The two of them sighed as they teased each other; Rarity pulled back slightly, bur Twilight had more than an understanding of where this would go, and dragged herself across the bed, pressing her opening up against Rarity's, causing them to moan yet again. Twilight then made a rapid change in her position; she locked her legs fully around Rarity, and using the grip, drew her hands forward and began to manually rub her dripping core against the older woman's. Rarity groaned as renewed waves of pleasure began to ride over her, while a small, but prominent part of her admired Twilight for how quick she had adapted to her style. Perhaps this knew this particular trick.
At any rate, Twilight was eager to see the pair to them to a steaming conclusion. She used the grip her legs locked behind Rarity's torso was giving her to properly massage the pair of burning love canals, streaming a thick mixture of their juices onto the already stained covers. All Rarity could do was take it all in, as she continued to let herself be pleasured by Twilight. Before she knew it, her sighs had turned into feverish moaning, which gradually evolved into immodest cries of untold pleasures. And because this was a partnership, Twilight began to echo her, moaning and groaning and soon yelling as their ministrations caused them to sway in rhythmic motions on the bed.
The woman cried out, and the girl answered her. Eventually, Twilight no longer needed to use her hands anymore, as she returned them behind her back, as the two simply rocked back and forth, caught up in a pure venereal beat of pleasure. Their cores blended against each other, all their fluids streaming out onto the covers below them, a thick, soaking mess of Rarity and Twilight. Until finally they could sustain themselves no longer, and the pair of them crashed into each other, their rhythmic chain broken, screaming one last cry of carnal pleasure, before they reached their sexual apex and climaxed together, one after other like magic, their folds exploding as a shower of fluids all but poured out onto the bed, filling the room with the scent of their sweat drenched naked bodies and the salty residue of their passionate embrace.
Rarity flopped against the covers of the bed for the third time, staring up at the ceiling, every muscle of her being extended. Her hair plastered to her naked figure, a dark violet mess of a mane, but it was merely the signs that she was in simply too much of a state to care about it. She was in such a state that she had nearly forgotten about Twilight too, the only thing she had one her mind was how she was going to get rid of this mess and get under her covers.
As it turned out, the girl she was paying no heed to in her drained state was already attending to that, as she heard the faint crackle of magic before she noticed a subtle purple glow illuminate the room. In an instant, the covers beneath her folded and contorted, gently wrapping around her without disturbing her, as she felt the soft embrace of the sheets below. She expected them to be soaked from the fluids that she and her lover had poured in excess. Yet, they were clean, and as she started to pay attention, the salty scent of her juices had fled the room, leaving only her naked scent left. Finally, the covers were done, and she felt herself get tucked into the bed, feeling like it was the first time she had laid down on it. She then turned her head, and saw, to her pleasant surprise, Twilight laying right beside her, with her head resting against her chest, sleeping peacefully.
Rarity briefly felt a sting of jealousy. Even after such an act, Twilight still managed to find a way to flaunt her superior magical prowess. She actually dared to snuggle herself right besides Rarity, not thinking of whether she would recuperate such feelings. Why Rarity had half a mind to brush Twilight off her, for this was her bed she was intruding in. But in all honesty, it did not matter one bit whether Rarity felt like her pride was wounded by these action, for they had just engaged in an act of prolonged, passionate love-making, and she was extremely tired from doing so. So she touched her head to Twilight's, bore an arm around her sleeping form, closed her eyes and fluttered off to sleep. Whatever feelings that would come out of this would have to wait until morning...
