You give it a few hours, just to be sure. Rarity is convinced that Cashmere wouldn't be able to resist opening the box, but you won't know for sure until you see her. The thing to look out for, she says, is a patch of blue dots. Should be interesting, if nothing else. You passed the time by helping her with a few designer dresses and tuxedos she had on back-order, including the one for Ditzy Doo. All in all, the day has been surprisingly productive.

Even so, the hours seemed to tick by extremely slow as you waited to leave the Boutique. The time, though, has finally come. Now you'll see if all the waiting was worth it.

"You know she's liable to kick us out, right?" you ask during the short walk down the street to Elegant Expectations.

"Potentially, yes. We don't need a lot of time, just enough to get a good look at her. And maybe boast a little."

"That's not very lady-like of you, darling," you tease at her.

"Perhaps, but it is fun. Oh, I can't wait to see what she looks like! I wonder what it affected? Maybe her annoying mouth has been sealed shut. One can only hope."

The big, open store front looms ahead of you, the cursive red lettering and (stolen) brand icon announcing the store to all of Ponyville. Finally, you'll get a chance to see what all the fuss is about.

Rarity and yourself step inside, a small bell above the door jingling happily, and are immediately set upon by an eager employee -- a pink mare with bright blue eyes and a two-tone, darker pink mane and tail. Judging by her lanky appearance, she's still in her teens. Bright pink braces only drive the emphasis home.

"Welcome to Elegant Expectations!" she says cheerily. "I'm Morning Blossom! Can I help you?!"

Rarity takes a half-step back in surprise at the sudden burst of excitement radiating from the pink earth pony.

"Heh heh, it's, ah, nice to meet you, Miss Blossom. This is actually our first time in this store."

"Oh my gosh, really?! Okay, okay, I'll give you the tour! See, off to the right here," she points a hoof with a big, metal-glinted smile, "is our selection of materials for do-it-yourself-ing! I just love to do it myself! I try to get my friends to join me, but they're not much for clothing, and they say I talk too much, but I don't think I talk too much, because if I did then no one would talk to me in return and I would be sad, and being sad is never good, right?!"

"R-Right. Happy is good."

"I'm glad you think so!" she giggles happily. You shudder on the inside, resisting the urge make an annoyed expression at her. "Off to your left is where Miss Cash keeps all of her ponnequins for her finest designs! Oh, you have to see this one!" She trots over to one of them and wraps it in a hug.

"Isn't it great?! I just love pink!"

Rarity gives it a curious look-over. It's certainly very pink, yet the pink isn't...overwhelming. It's actually not a bad looking design, all things considered.

"It's...actually quite good..." Rarity says, narrowing her eyes at the dress in question. "A bright pink dress that isn't overtly tacky. Interesting. It appears she even cross-stitched the different layers together to make it appear more full."

Morning Blossom's eyes widen with joy at Rarity's approval of the design.

"Ohmygosh, are you a designer too?! You sound like you know alot!"

Rarity fluffs one of her long, purple curls with a hoof at the question.

"As a matter of fact, darling, I am! Have you heard of the Carousel Boutique? It's just down the road."

"You run the Carousel Boutique?!" Her braces make it sound like 'Caroshel Bousheek'. "Oh, wow! Miss Cash always says not very nice things about that place, but you seem like a nice mare to me!" Blossom leans in closer and talks just above a whisper. "She says you have a human fetish! But I asked her, how can it be a fetish when there's only one human? She's silly sometimes."

Ah, yes, slander. That old stand-by.

"Does she now? Well I assure you, Morning Blossom--"

"Oh, just call me Blossom!"

"--I assure you, Blossom, I am certainly no miscreant, and there is no 'human fetish'. I simply love who I love, and Cashmere...erm, Miss Cash...would do well to remember that."

Well, she might have a thing about what you can do with your fingers that no one else could do, but it's probably not the best idea to bring that up with the ball of energy standing before you.

"I don't judge anyone, Miss, ah..."

"Rarity."

"Miss Rarity! I like your name, it's very pretty! Oh, oh, do you do your own mane?! It looks so shiny!"

Uh oh. Here we go.

"As a matter of fact, Blossom, I do. It's not easy, going through the process of primping and preening in the mornings, but I believe beauty simply cannot be rushed! Why, the combing and curling alone takes half an hour, and then there's the eyeshadow and mascara, and--"

"Oooooh, wow, you sound like you know a lot about looking good! What do you use?! I'm just dying to know what you recommend! See, there's this boy I like, but he won't give me the time of day, so I thought if I change my hair a little I could get his attention!"

"Really, now? Fallen for somepony special, have we?"

"Yes indeed, Miss Rarity! Oh, but he doesn't really like me in return! At least, I don't think so. I'm kinda scared to ask him out, you know?"

Rarity giggles politely at Blossom and waves a hoof.

"Oh, darling, there's nothing to be scared of! If you just act like yourself and show a little confidence, things will work out for you!" You're not so sure 'acting like herself' is the best idea, but you don't want to interrupt their little girl-power talk. "As for what I use...would you believe I have my own line of beauty products? I haven't even started selling them yet!"

Blossom gasps at the news.

"You mean...you sell your own?"

"Indeed I do, Blossom. Or I will, rather. Say...how would you like to be the first person to try my full line of products? Why, there's shampoos and conditioners and lotions, all kinds of things for a pretty young lady like yourself!"

"You...you really want me to be your first customer?! Oh, wow!" Blossom shakes with barely-contained glee. "But I don't have much money, Miss Rarity..."

"Don't you worry about that, darling! I tell you what: I'm going to give you two bottles of each, absolutely free of charge. How does that sound?"

"Free?! Really?! Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh! That sounds...great! See? I knew Miss Cash was wrong about you! You're the nicest lady I've met since I started working here!"

Rarity beams with delight, both at the thought of her first customer for her beauty line, and at the potential for cutting away at Cashmere's lies.

"We're open for business tomorrow, why don't you stop by some time? I'm always around. I'd simply love to give you some samples, darling!"

The little bell above the door chimes again, and Blossom cranes her neck to see.

"Oh, that's another customer! I'll leave you to your shopping now, if you need anything feel free to ask! And, oh, thank you again Miss Rarity! I'll see you tomorrow!"

She bounds over to the customer, reminding you of Pinkie's joyful bounces. You take a deep breath, feeling exhausted just listening to her.

"Sly, honey. Very sly."

Rarity gives you a smug grin and prods your waist with her hoof.

"I do what I can, darling. A little kindness goes a long way. Who knows? Maybe one day she'll grow tired of working for Cashmere. We could always use another set of hooves in the Boutique, especially if business continues to grow."

"You really think she'll have a shot with her little crush?"

"I couldn't say for sure, but at least she'll feel better about herself now. And if she likes my product she'll likely tell her friends, and they'll tell their friends, and so on. In theory, anyway."

You join Rarity in browsing through the store, discussing the various different areas with their surprisingly good lay-outs. It's not a great confidence booster. You were expecting sub-par stuff, but the designs and outfits on display look almost as good as Rarity's. Even the store's layout is better than you'd have thought, with red carpeting and red curtains detailed with gold. Lining the back wall is a series of framed photos, showing Cashmere standing next to quite a few famous ponies, or shaking hooves with what you'd guess to be the owners of the stores she's bought out.

Most notably, there's something missing from all of the photos: Rarity. It seems the longing for a return to the old days is not a sentiment Cashmere shares.

"Where is she?" you ask Rarity.

"I've no idea. Perhaps she's in the back? There should be some sort of...a-ha!" Rarity spots the small bell set out on the counter and presses it down.

There's no response, so she pushes it again. And again. Finally, an annoyed voice answers back.

"I'll be right with you!"

Rarity smiles in anticipation, overjoyed with the thought of seeing Cashmere covered in blue dots.

"Sorry for the delay," Cashmere says as she walks out from the back office area, staring down at a clipboard she's floating in front of her. "Now, what can I help you wi--"

Her expression changes instantly, from her outwardly (and falsely) personable demeanor to one of surprise, annoyance, and just a bit of shock.

"Oh. It's you. What do you want, Rarity?"

"Moi?" Rarity puts a dramatic hoof over her chest. "Oh, darling, I simply came by to see what all the fuss was about. One must always be aware of the competition, don't you agree?"

You're trying to find the tell-tale blue dots of the poison joke, but none appear to be visible. Rarity must have noticed it as well, because she shoots you a questioning look. You can only shrug in response.

"Whatever you say, Rares. You know, after your little girlfriend threw me out a few days ago, I have half a mind to return the favor." You wonder if she knows exactly how much the phrase 'little girlfriend' has become reality.

"Really now, Cashmere, there's no need for such meaningless arguing. You were being quite disagreeable, after all. I don't blame Fluttershy for one second. Perhaps if you respected others, you would be respected in turn."

Cashmere's face contorts to a look of disgust.

"Don't you lecture me on respect, Rarity. You're capable of just as much spite as I am. The difference is, I don't hide it behind a veneer of civility if I don't have to. If someone's getting on my nerves, they're gonna know it."

"Look," you interject, "cat-fights notwithstanding, we really did just come on here to see what the place is like." Yeah, right. And you're Celestia's pink sister.

Cashmere takes a deep breath and calms herself down a bit.

"Fine. So you came to see what I'm doing. Why does this concern me, exactly?"

"Because, darling, I'm actually quite impressed with what I've seen." Rarity gives her ex-friend a large smile, but Cashmere isn't buying it. She looks Rarity over with a disbelieving look.

"Are you now?"

"Indeed I am! Your, ah, very eager employee gave us a bit of a tour."

"Oh, you mean Morning Blossom. Yeah, she's like a squirrel who got into a sugar factory, but she's a good kid." A good kid who's going to be seeing the light very soon, if Rarity has anything to say about it.

"Anyway, Miss Cash, I couldn't help but notice your selection of designs. I must say, you've grown quite a lot since we last saw each other. Why, I'd say your skills with a needle and thread are right up there with my own."

"Uh huh. Or rather, your skills are up there with my own, Rarity."

Rarity waves a dismissive hoof and rolls her eyes.

"Semantics, darling. All I'm saying is that your prowess as a fashionista is quite impressive."

"Yeah...thanks. I think. I've picked up a few skills from my travels over the years. It's too bad you're confined to that little hole in the wall, instead of getting to see the world. Maybe one day you'll have a proper business. Just not if you insist on being my enemy. Just sayin'."

"You know, Cashmere..." Rarity lets a curl of hair fall in front of an eye, biting her lip at the same time, "It's really a shame that things didn't work out between us. Why, with our combined skills, we could have become quite the team. We could have shared things...things that aren't quite so unpleasant."

You wonder what Rarity is getting at, but decide to stay quiet. She's definitely not serious about such a thing, but she has to be acting apologetic for some reason. Maybe she has a hunch about something.

"I'm afraid that possibility passed a long time ago, Rarity," Cashmere replies. "Shame, too. You've always been a good looking mare, even back when I was doing my best to give you...give you..." Cashmere puts a hoof to her chin, suddenly unable to find the words. "...ah...that's weird. I think I just lost my train of thought, babe."

Rarity giggles and playfully swishes her tail.

"I have that effect on a lot of ponies, darling."

"Huh. Well shit, I guess you've still got more of an edge than I thought you did. You know, my offer still stands, despite the crap you've put me through." Nevermind the crap she put Rarity through. That apparently doesn't count. "If you join with me, we can still take Equestria by storm. Hell, I'd even be okay with your man here joining up with us. A real working three..three-thing. With the three of us."

You glance down at Rarity and she gives you a wry smile, hidden behind a foreleg as she brushes the curl out of her face. Yeah, she was definitely playing a hunch.

"Well I don't know about that, Cashmere. My wonderful darling dearest is quite talented, I'd be loathe to share him."

"Hmmm. I bet." She looks up at you and cocks an eyebrow. "What do you think, manly-man? You ever thought about a little mare-on-mare, uh...sexual thing...to spice things up a bit?" She mouths 'sexual thing' to herself again, as if she's not sure how that phrase came to mind.

"Oh, I don't know. I may have, from time to time. I gotta admit, Rarity's a lot more adventurous than you'd think."

"Really, now? You surprise me, Rares. I always took you for a prude. You know, I've learned quite a bit about the...places that feel good...I mean...erotic...for good feeling..."

"Are you alright, Cashmere?" Rarity asks in mock concern.

"Yeah...I think I didn't get enough sleep last night or something. Can't find the damn words today for some reason."

"Oh, don't worry about it, darling. I understand what you're getting at. Why, the very thought of your warm, wet tongue sliding over my body..." she narrows her eyes and steps closer, "...is quite intriguing. One might even say it's a little...exciting?"

"Yeah, sure, babe. You always were a tease, Rarity. Had things turned out different, I might have shown you a few tricks."

Cashmere attempts to flick her long tail from side to side, but ends up whipping it around so hard it smacks her in the side of the head. She plays it off like nothing happened, turning to face you.

"You must have some neat tricks of your own, boy-toy." Oh god, not that nickname again. "I bet I could do some things Rarity never even imagined. I could, oh, join you in a little..little lesson. Not about reading. Because that's not the lesson I was talking about. I meant sexual lesson. Obviously." She furrows her eyebrows in confusion. "What the fuck? I sound like an awkward teenager all over again."

She turns away from you, revealing her awkwardly swishing tail...and hindquarters covered in big, blue dots. You have to put a hand over your mouth to stop from laughing out loud. Oh, this is too good.

Rarity gives you a curious look, obviously having missed the sign of poison joke taking effect. You decide to play up Cashmere's sexuality to get her to turn a little more.

"I have some tricks of the trade, yeah. After all, you won't find a pony with hands around here. I can put them to pretty good use. Can't say I'm entirely convinced you're what I'd be looking for, though."

"Oh? How so?"

"Well, maybe if I got a better look at you, I could give you some idea."

She takes the bait, obviously happy at the notion of potentially causing a rift between yourself and Rarity. She slowly turns around, fluffing her hair with a hoof and showing you her flank. The flank covered in dots.

Bingo.

Rarity finally sees what she's been looking for, and is unable to contain herself. She lets out a loud, ecstatic 'WA-HA-HAAA-HA!"

Cashmere gives her a dirty look.

"What's the matter, Rares? A little jealous? Your man here doesn't seem to mind."

Rarity's borderline-crazy laugh sends you into fits of laughter.

"What?! What's so fucking funny?!"

Rarity wipes a tear from her eye and tries to calm down enough to speak.

"Cashmere, darling, did you happen to receive a package this afternoon? Perhaps one from a 'secret admirer'? One that contained a strikingly blue flower?"

Cashmere's eyes widen with surprise at the question, her mouth hanging open.

"You...you sent that? What the hell did you do to me, Rarity?!" She turns her head and stares at the blue polka dots on her rump with a shock.

"Oh, nothing harmful, I assure you. You see, that little flower you obviously enjoyed was called Poison Joke. It takes one of your most prominent features -- in your case, your blatant sexuality -- and turns it on its head. That's why your disgustingly obvious attempts to work you way into our bed for the purpose of a business deal wasn't working. To think I would actually consider being intimate with you! I'd sooner turn my store into a socks emporium."

"You know what they say, Cashmere," you add. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?"

You can nearly see the steam shooting from her ears. This is better than you'd hoped!

"Fuck you! Fuck both of you! Get out of my store! If I ever see you again, I'll...what is that?" She perks her ears up at a loud sound, slowly getting closer. It sounds like a distant tuba...

"I don't know," Rarity teases, "Why don't you go take a look?"

Cashmere steps out from behind the counter and pushes her way to the front door, throwing it open with a burst of green magic. The tuba is joined by, among other things, a drum and accordion.

"The hell is this? I don't remember there being a parade today. Stupid podunk Ponyville and its inane celebrations."

The sound gets louder and louder, until it's right around the corner. Cashmere takes a few steps out to take a look...and sees Pinkie Pie happily trotting down the street, simultaneously playing half a dozen instruments in a bouncy polka tune. Waving above her is a large cut-out of Cashmere's head, of all things.

There's a long line of ponies following Pinkie, happily bouncing to the music.

If you've learned anything in your time here, it's that ponies are easily amused.

"...You have got to be shitting me." She turns to Rarity and points an accusatory hoof. "This is your doing, isn't it? Goddess damnit, Rarity!"

Rarity doesn't say anything in response, simply giving a self-satisfied smile.

Pinkie and the stream of followers stop just in front of the store. Cashmere seems determined to put a stop to whatever it is you've been planning before it can get started, and storms out in front of the hyperactive pink pony.

"No! Whatever idea you've got bouncing around inside that head of yours, the answer is no! I know Rarity put you up to this! Stop that ridiculous racket immediately!"

Pinkie stops in mid-tune, her accordion deflating with an off-tune whine.

"Okey dokey lokey! I was done with the song anyway."

"Good. Now if you'll just take this insane rabble with you, we can go our own ways and be don--"

"Because NOW COMES THE BEST PART!"

"The best part? What are you talking about?"

Pinkie slips out of her one-pony-band get-up and reaches into the mouth of the tuba, pulling out a small record player. She sets the needle down and waits for the music to start, sticking out a hoof when Cashmere starts to protest.

"Ahehem!" she dramatically clears her throat.

"She's going to sing, isn't she?" you quietly ask Rarity, cringing against the impending song.

"Most likely. I'm sorry to subject you to this, darling, but think of it as taking one for the team, hmm? The look on Cashmere's face will make it all worth it, trust me."

The record starts playing, a jaunty, acoustic guitar riff. It's joined a few seconds later by an electric guitar, Pinkie strumming the air along with it. The other ponies simply stare at her like she's crazy. Which she very well may be.

"Just call me...Tenacious P!" she says as she straps a red bandana around her poofy mane.

You facepalm. Hard. As far as you know, your mp3 player was wrecked by the water way back when you had the accident that brought you to Equestria, but if Pinkie managed to get it working somehow...no, no, that's ridiculous. She wouldn't even know what it is.

...Would she?

She takes a deep breath and starts belting out a long vocalization. A very long vocalization that only gets louder and higher as she sings. You cringe as she hits a high note, though you can't help but be impressed that she could do it in the first place.

I DO NOT NEED! A MICROPHONE!

MY VOICE IS BUCKIN'

POWERFUUUUUULLLLL!!!

"Sorry," she says with a smile.

OH RARITYYYYY!

SHE'LL BLOW YOUR MIIIIND!

BUT MESS WITH HER BUSINESS AND SHE'LL RESPOND IN KIIIIIIIIND!

The ponies in the crowd start stomping to the song and nodding their heads. Rarity notices your continued reaction and asks what's wrong with an amused smile.

"Nothing, this is just kind of weird."

"It's Pinkie Pie, darling."

"Fair enough."

"NOW TAKE A LOOK!

AT CASHMERE, YOU SEE!

IF YOU BUY ONE THING!

SHE'LL GIVE YOU ONE FREEEEEE!

"I'll do WHAT?!" Cashmere shouts.

"You heard the song, darling," Rarity giggles, "I do believe you just accepted a buy one, get one free sale."

"I did WHAT?!"

"Funny how that happens, isn't it? These things seem to pop out of nowhere, almost like they were forced upon you!"

"No!" she shouts over the last guitar licks, just as Pinkie throws her hoof up and lets her tongue hang out. If you didn't know any better, you'd say she was trying to throw the horns. "You, pink one!"

"Pinkie!" she giggles in response.

"Pinkie, whatever! I don't care how many stupid songs you play, I am NOT agreeing to this! Do you understand me?"

"Oh, I understand. But I'm not sure they do..." Pinkie motions to the crowd. Cashmere looks out over the gathered ponies, only to be met by dozens of eyes. They don't look happy.

"You mean I followed this pink pony all the way out here for nothin'?" One of them asks.

"Yeah, I was told this was a celebration!"

"What happened? I thought this was your idea, lady!"

Pinkie slides the record player back into the tuba and straps on her equipment, noisily trotting away with the sound of tambourines and crashing cymbals on her legs.

"No, no, this was not my idea! I never agreed to this nonsense! I just had a damn sale over the weekend! Are you out of your minds?!"

"Oh, so now you're insulting us! I see how you treat potential customers!"

"I am not insulting anypony! Rarity set you all up! This is just her way of getting some sort of...petty revenge!"

Rarity puts a dramatic hoof over her head and feigns being insulted. It takes all of your effort to not laugh.

"Set them up? Why, Cashmere, don't be ridiculous! Surely after your grand opening, the ponies of Ponyville know how we're such good friends! Why, I sold everything at half off because I wanted to show my support for your new establishment! Surely you wouldn't deny such a generous offer in return, not only to myself, as your good friend, but to the citizens of Ponyville as well. Right, Cashmere? Because that would be wrong. Very, very wrong."

The ponies glare at Cashmere, who by now is literally sweating with a mixture of unbridled hatred and embarrassment. This is so great, the little voice in your head cheers, I wish I'd brought popcorn!

The jeers start growing in number and volume until the entire crowd is overtaken by displeasure.

"Some friend you are!"

"Why should we give you any of our bits?!"

"At least Rarity sticks to her word!"

"Well?" Rarity prods. "Are you going to give the people what they want? Or do you fancy losing them all as customers? That would be very bad business, Cashmere."

Cashmere turns to face you and Rarity, barely-contained rage on her face. She's even gritting her teeth, her upper lip twitching in anger.

"I. Fucking. Hate you," she spits, her horn flaring with a thin layer of magical energy. Maybe it's a unicorn thing. You can't recall Rarity's horn ever being coated with magic when she's angry, though you can't remember her ever actually being as angry as Cashmere is right now.

"Now, now, darling, that's quite rude," Rarity lets a smug smile form as she brushes Cashmere's cheek with a hoof. "What would they think if they heard you, hmm? I know I wouldn't give my bits to one who treated their friend in such a way."

"Oh, and don't forget to keep that whole 'sexuality' thing to a minimum for the rest of the day," you add. "That doesn't seem to be working out for you so well for some reason. Heheh."

"You have no idea what you're bringing upon yourself, Rarity. No idea. The half off sale? Foal's play. That was nothing. The gloves are off now, do you hear me? I am going to ruin everything you hold dear. Everything!"

"Yes, yes, I've heard it all before, Cashmere. Idle threats and ridiculous nonsense will get you nowhere. I, for one, would prefer to simply compete the old fashioned way, by improving customer loyalty and increasing revenue. That's how these things are supposed to work, darling. But if you screw with me, Cashmere," Rarity leans in and whispers into her ear, "I am going to screw you right back. And not in the way I'm sure you'd prefer. Or you would, if your well-worn private regions weren't covered in blue spots. You might want to get that looked at."

One of the crowd ponies steps out front and yells for Cashmere.

"Hey, are you gonna answer us or what?!"

With a final, hateful look, Cashmere turns around to face the crowd, putting on her best air of civility.

"Of-of course, Ponyville. Of course. We were simply discussing the...details...of the situation. Please...come inside. Just, um, give me a moment to prepare the store, please." No doubt she'll be rushing to remove the expensive designs from the floor. She turns back to you and Rarity and mouths a fuck you. Rarity gives her an apologetic, pouty look and jabs at her own flank with a hoof.

"Be wary of secret admirers, darling. Their affection can simply be a joke sometimes."

Cashmere storms off, back inside the store, and starts berating poor Morning Blossom. A few of the ponies closest to the door see her doing so and instantly leave, yelling about how she treats her employees and her customers.

Satisfied, you turn and walk away, Rarity joining you at your side. She laughs and laughs, having to stop momentarily to catch her breath.

"That was simply amazing, darling! I'd say we payed her back, wouldn't you?"

"And then some," you agree. "That was a really bad pun at the end, though,"you laugh, then lean down and give her a kiss. She jumps up into your arms, nearly knocking you over.

"It was spur of the moment, dear! You understand. Oh, I do hope Fluttershy hasn't returned yet! I've something to show you!"

"Oh? What would that be?"

"Well now, that would be telling, wouldn't it? You'll just have to wait until we get home. I think you'll enjoy it, though..."

You're not sure what her little surprise could be, but whatever it is, it's going to make the wait feel very, very long.

"Before we go home, darling, would you mind stopping by Sugarcube Corner again? I believe we have to thank Pinkie Pie for her amazing performance."

"Tenacious P," you laugh with a shake of your head. "Now I've heard everything."

==========

The stop at Sugarcube Corner was mercifully short. Pinkie was overjoyed at helping Rarity get a little payback, because 'nopony hurts my friends and gets away with it!'

Rarity offered to take her out to lunch anywhere she wanted, as well as told her she would be receiving a hoof-made dress free of charge. Pinkie's eyes lit up at the offers, and she thanked Rarity profusely. She was so excited, she even gave you anything you wanted from the bakery.

"Really, darling, did you have to get another bag of black forest bites? I swear, it's like I'm having to watch a sugar-crazed foal."

"I didn't get black forest bites," you reassure her with a mouth full of cake as you near the Boutique, "I got black forest bites and a lemon torte! Mmmmm."

"Need I remind you about staying fit? Really."

"You're just jealous, hon. All the ladies want my cake." She laughs at your double entendre, poking you with a hoof.

"Remind me to add 'delusional' to your preexisting cake fetish issues."

"It's not a cake fetish," you make a point of telling her as you pop another one in your mouth, "if I'm eating the cake! It would be a cake fetish if, like, I was trying to have sex with you while you ate a piece of a cake or something."

"...People are into that?" She asks.

"Apparently. Personally, I'd rather just eat the cake and leave the sex as a separate thing, but whatever floats their boat, I guess."

Rarity scoffs at the bizarre implications.

"Next thing you know, you're going to want me to eat an entire tray of cupcakes until I turn into some massively overweight mare."

"Yeah, wouldn't that be something? Ridiculous."

You set your boxed torte on the ground and fish for the appropriate key, opening the door with a loud 'clack'.

"After you, madam."

"Why thank you, good sir! Quite the gentleman," she giggles softly. Rarity shuts and locks the door as you place your free desserts in the fridge, glancing at the clock. It's almost five in the afternoon, you've been gone longer than you'd thought.

"Fluttershy? Are you here, darling? Hello?"

There's no answer, just the ticking of the wall clock.

"Hmmm. She must still be out. That's quite fortunate."

"How so?"

"Well, I had something spe--will you stop eating those?!"

"Wha? They're good!" You reach into the bag for another cake bite, but it's yanked from your grasp by a field of blue magic. "Oh come on, they're tasty!" The bag floats over to Rarity, where she curiously pulls one from the bag and takes a small bite.

"Hmmm...okay, fine, they're quite good. But still, these are for later, little boy. You'll spoil your dinner."

"Yeah, thanks, mom." You laugh and grab a glass of milk from the fridge. "So, how do you think it went? Over at Cashmere's place, I mean."

"I think she's feeling quite overwhelmed at the moment. Perhaps she'll reconsider next time she tries to pull one over on us, hmm?"

"Hmmm. Maybe. Or maybe she'll just really hate Pinkie from now on."

"Goodness, Pinkie Pie is the last pony I'd want as my enemy. She's liable to stuff you inside a tuba and launch you over the horizon!"

"Still can't believe she sang a rock song. Strangest thing I've ever seen, and that's saying something, considering it's Pinkie and all." You down your glass of milk with a satisfied exhale, offering to fill one up for Rarity. She politely refuses, so you fill yours up again with a shrug. "Do you think Cashmere meant it?"

"You mean about 'taking the gloves off' and all that?"

"Mmhmm. Whatever it is she said."

"Honestly? I've come to expect the unexpected from her. I also know she's not one for idle threats, much as I may tell her to the contrary. No, I think if she says she's going to escalate things, she really means it."

You run through the list of things she's already tried, including lying, slander, extortion, and regular old cheating. You're not sure what else she could do that still fits within legal boundaries. You tell Rarity as much.

"I haven't the foggiest what she could do next, darling, but I shall try to prepare us as best we can. It's only a shame that you have to go back to work tomorrow."

"Why?" you ask, suddenly feeling a little more serious about the issue. "Do you not feel safe, honey?"

"It's not that, darling. I simply prefer having you around, that's all. You've been incredibly helpful this last week, what with the sale day and helping me finish my orders and what-not. It's not the same without you here." She stands on her hind legs and puts her hooves on your stomach. "It feels so much more...lonely."

"Aww, come here, hon." You bend down a little and wrap her in a big, comforting hug. "I'd like nothing more than to spend all day with you, really I would. But you know we can't afford a separate salary for myself, it's just not in our budget. The extra money I make from this construction job really helps things."

"I know, darling," she rubs her cheek against your shirt, "but it's still not ideal. Even with Fluttershy here once in a while. She may be an increasingly close friend, but you are my lover. Seeing you is the best part of my day."

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that," you tell her with a soft smile. "That just makes the time we do spend together even better. Right?"

"I couldn't argue that," she replies. "Darling, do me a favor, would you?"

"Yeah, sure, hon. What do you need?"

"Kiss me."

You lean in and give her a kiss on the lips, but she clops a hoof against your shoulder in annoyance.

"No, I mean really kiss me."

She closes her eyes and waits for you to move in, but you surprise her a little by wrapping your arm around her waist and sweeping her off her hooves, bending her down closer to the floor, before finally meeting her for a kiss. You put as much passion and longing into it as you can, and she inhales sharply in approval, pulling your head against her with a foreleg.

You slowly pull away and notice her breathing has become heavy. She must have enjoyed it.

"Good. Very good, darling. That was a test."

"A test? A test of what?"

"To make sure you were in the proper mood. Remember earlier how I said I had something in store for you?"

"Yeah?" You suddenly want to find out what this surprise is, more than anything else right now.

"Well, I think it's about time I showed you. Do be a dear and wait on the couch for me, would you? I shall only be a few minutes."

She stands back up on all fours and trots off, putting a little extra sway in her step. She certainly knows how to work that sensuality. You watch her walk up the stairs to the second floor and make your way to the couch, but not before taking another cake bite from the bag. She doesn't understand the longing for cake! It's a need, not a want!

You slump down on the couch, waiting very impatiently for her to return. You're getting excited just thinking of the possibilities. Some kind of outfit, maybe? Or some new toy she's excited for? She's paid a few visits to that Lace and Luxury place over the last month, and she always comes back with something to add a little spice to the bedroom. Or living room. Or shower. Occasionally, the kitchen counter. Anywhere, really. You're not too picky about it.

"Darling, would you mind putting on a record for me? It should be the top one in the pile. Oh, and do sit up."

You're not sure what she's getting at, but you fish through the record pile anyway. Mood music? It's a possibility. The top record is an older recording, a picture of an old-fashioned mare singing into a microphone adorning the cover. The title reads "Fillie Holiday". You set the record on the turntable and place the needle down, listening as the record crackles to life. A slow, almost sensual instrumental melody floats out from the bell, heavy on the piano and what sounds like a oboe.

Once the music has been playing for a few seconds, you hear hoof steps coming down the stairs. Rarity rounds the corner, wrapped in her white and yellow robe, her normally bouncy, curly hair now hanging loosely, as if she wet it down. You always did like that look on her, at least once in a while.

She saunters over in time with the music, giving you a wry smile as she slowly makes her way over.

A saxophone kicks in and she stands next to the record player, leaning against it with one of her legs. You can see a hint of black under the robe, but you can't really make anything out.

The mare's voice soon joins the instruments, a sultry tone to it. Rarity lip syncs to the words, taking a step with each line and bouncing her shoulders to the music. She dramatically closes her eyes and tosses her hair, covering one of her eyeshadow-accented eyes. Her cute, orange work glasses are perched atop her nose. Oh good, another fetish!

Living for you

Is easy living

It's easy to live

When you're in love

And I'm so in love

There's nothing in life but you

She gives a brief burst of a magic from her horn, untying her robe and letting it slide open, painfully slow.

I'll never regret

The years I'm giving

They're easy to give

When you're in love

I'm happy to do

Whatever I do for you

Her robe slides down around her shoulders as she sings, revealing her back and neck. There's a black choker around her neck, a small diamond, like her cutie mark, hanging from the front of it. She smiles and stands up on her hind legs next to you, rubbing her chest against your legs and stomach. A big, dumb smile crosses you face at her performance. Definitely worth the wait.

For you, she slides a hoof down your chest.

Maybe I'm a fool,but it's fun

People say you rule me with one

Wave of your hooves

Darling, it's proves

They just don't have your moves

She lets her robe fall to the floor, and your mouth drops open at the sight of her. It's not just the choker she's wearing, but, of all things, a black, lacy garter belt around her waist. Thin straps around the sides of her hind legs hold up a pair of equally lacy stockings that run up to her knees, woven with long, curving shapes accentuating the design. To top it all off, she's wearing elbow gloves on her forelegs, made of a silky, dark blue fabric. Elbow gloves, not socks, you remind yourself. She's made it very clear in the past what the difference is.

You're convinced the outfit is what she's been working on. You whole-heartedly approve. Dresses are one thing, but sexy lingerie? Amazing.

"...god damn," is all you can manage to say. She laughs softly and bites her lip, turning around to grind her back against your chest.

Living for you

Is easy living

It's easy to live

When you're in love

And I'm so in love

There's nothing in life but youuuu

The song winds down and she takes a step back, running a hoof through her long, hanging hair. You pick your jaw up off the floor and applaud her performance, to which she takes a deep bow and laughs softly.

"I take it you approve of my ensemble?" she turns around slowly, letting you get a good look at her.

"I don't think there's a strong enough word for how much I approve," you reply. Your mind is unable to come up with anything classy, instead providing you with a short, simple "Wow."

"I spent the better part of a week on this. It's good to know you enjoy it, darling."

"Fuuuck, I'll say. I can honestly say I was not expecting a burlesque show today! Love the socks, that's a nice touch." You know she'll react to that. Sure enough...

"They are not socks, thank you very much. They are elbow gloves. Haven't I told you that before?"

You say nothing in response, simply giving her a sly smile.

"Ah. I should have expected that, shouldn't I? I swear, you're impossible sometimes," she giggles.

"I wanted to show you that our situation with Fluttershy won't cut into our time together, dear. I know you've been fretting about it, but I want to remove any doubt from your mind. Our little moments like this? They're what make my day. So, as you might say, just relax." She slowly runs a hoof down her body and gives you a sultry look. "Just don't relax too soon, darling. You're going to need your strength."

"I think I'm up for that challenge," you reply, pulling her closer. You grasp her flank with a free hand and squeeze it gently, and she arches an eyebrow and gives you a little 'ooooh'.

"Are you, now? I'm not entirely sure I'm convinced. Perhaps my performance was too much for you to handle."

You squeeze again, harder this time, and she gasps playfully.

"That's more like it. Perhaps I should wear lingerie more often, hmm?"

"I can't say I'd complain much, baby. I mean...look at you! You are, pretty much, the living embodiment of every fetish I have right now. Good lord!"

She laughs and tosses her hair, letting it fall over one shoulder.

The teasing is fun, but with every second that passes, you're growing increasingly impatient, as the bulge in your pants attests to. It doesn't go unnoticed.

"Oh, my! I suppose we should do something about that, shouldn't we?" She focuses her magic for a moment, untying your shoes and tossing them in a corner while she lifts your shirt over your head and sets it aside, folding it neatly. Even now, she's one for organization. She wouldn't be the Rarity you know and love without it.

"Lay back, darling. Let Madame Rarity take care of you," she says with a refined giggle. You're happy to oblige. She climbs up on the couch with you and straddles your legs.

There's a brief flash of blue energy as she unbuckles your belt and unbuttons your pants, but she doesn't continue. Instead, she kisses you passionately, letting your tongue slide into her mouth as she grinds against your leg. She kisses down your chest, slowly, before grasping your zipper in her teeth. It comes down painfully slow.

"The anticipation must be absolutely dreadful" she teases, biting down on your jeans and pulling them down just enough, then doing the same with your boxers. The relief from no longer being trapped in your damnable fabric prison is palpable. She raises her eyebrows in mock surprise.

"Goodness, you really did enjoy it, didn't you?"

"You could say that," you laugh in response.

"Well then, we shan't let such a thing go to waste. You may want to brace yourself, darling."

She teases a hoof down your chest and grasps you between her forelegs, slowly working them up and down. Her silk gloves feel amazing, and you close your eyes and enjoy the sensation. It's definitely something new. She works her hooves around your manhhood, sliding them over it for what feels like an eternity.

You gasp as you feel her mouth come down over it, biting your lip so hard you almost feel like you've bitten right through it. She responds to your gasp by closing her lips over you and slowly sliding up your shaft, playing against your most sensitive spots with her tongue. You let out a stuttering 'oh my god' at the feeling, having to grasp the couch cushions in your hands to maintain some semblance of control.

"Oh, baby...that feels so good..."

She bobs her head up and down on you, reaching down and grasping your thighs for support with a foreleg. She momentarily pulls away, letting her tongue work you over, before taking you in her mouth again. You see her remove a glove and set it aside, dropping it on the floor. She reaches a hoof between her hind legs and starts working it back and forth, rubbing herself as she works on you.

"Oh, fuck, that's hot," you say barely above a whisper. Your body is screaming at you for more, and you ask her to go faster. She pulls back and smiles, throwing her head back dramatically and moaning as she touches herself.

"You like this, baby?" she asks, knowing the answer full well. You find yourself unable to respond with words, instead nodding enthusiastically. "Now, I could give you the release you're so obviously dying for, but I need to know you'll be ready again soon. After all, it's not polite to keep a lady unsatisfied."

You answer her by grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up to you, wrapping your arms around her as you frantically kiss her neck and chest. She moans in approval and slides her tongue into your mouth, giving a gasp of delight as you slide your fingers over her warm, wet marehood.

You pull away and listen to her heavy breathing as she stares into your eyes with a look of absolute desire. She licks her lips and grins, laughing softly.

"Well, I believe that answers my question."

You breathlessly laugh in turn, nodding your head.

"Prepare yourself, darling. This could get rather intense."

She slides back down your body, licking her way down your chest. Her mouth hangs achingly close, playing like she's going to move in, before pulling back with a smile.

"That's not very nice," you say in mock sadness.

"No one said I had to be nice, dear. You know you like it."

It's hard to argue against it. Even if you wanted to, you find yourself unable to focus on anything else as she takes you in her mouth again. She works her tongue over you and sucks lightly, closing her eyes and moaning into you as she continues rubbing her hoof over herself. She raises her head up and does it again, harder this time. You place your hands on her head and exhale sharply as she does so, feeling her soft, silky mane in your hands. You run your fingers through it, enjoying the feeling against your skin.

She bobs her head faster, and it's not long before you can feel that familiar build-up deep inside of you, like a coil being wound tighter and tighter. Your breathing becomes more shallow and rapid, and she intensifies her actions at the sound of it. She knows you're getting close, and it's turning her on immensely.

"Turn--aah!--turn around, baby," you tell her. She swivels her body so that her back is to you, and you slide your hand over her garter belt, down her back, and slide two fingers inside her. She groans with approval and takes your entire length in her mouth, moving her head up and down as fast as she can. You grasp her tail in your hand and tug firmly while working your fingers in and out, and her body shakes with pleasure.

With a hard, final effort, she gives you everything she's got, and it finally pushes you over the edge. You grasp her stocking-covered hind leg and squeeze it fiercely as you reach orgasm, hearing her gasp with surprise, closing her lips over you tightly as she swallows. You grit your teeth and reflexively arch your back, growling out an 'oh god' as it overcomes you. It must have been what she was waiting for, because she moans loudly as she thrusts her body against your fingers, only slowing down once her own orgasm slowly fades away.

You rest your head against the arm rest, not so much setting it down as letting it flop against the cushion. You feel completely and totally spent, like you just ran a marathon. This was a lot more fun, though. A lot more.

Rarity collapses on top of you, laughing softly as she regains her breath. She attempts to float over a cup of water, but she's too exhausted to hold it steady, and sets it back down before she spills it.

"Darling...if you would be...a dear...would you fetch me...a glass of water, please? I find myself quite thirsty..."

"Yeah, sure...just gimme a sec..." You struggle to get to your feet, feeling like your knees will give out at any time. You wobble slightly as you walk to the kitchen and pick up the glass, filling it up a little more. She thanks you as you hand it to her, greedily gulping it down.

"Oh my, that was quite the effort. I do believe you enjoyed it, however..." she smiles as you kiss her horn.

"No kidding, hon." You place your palm over your forehead and exhale deeply. "Wow. Heheh. You weren't kidding when you said it was gonna be intense!"

"I do what I can, darling. Don't fall asleep on me, now. I've one more thing I want to try."

"You do? Like what?"

"Now, now, that would be telling. I'll give you some time to recover, and when you're sufficiently...ready...you'll find out."

You lay back and hold her tight, resting your head against hers. Her hair still smells like vanilla and lavender, even after most of a day has passed. Maybe she is onto something with this new line of hers.

"Hey, honey?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you. For all of this, I mean. You didn't have to go out of your way to put this all together, but you did. I think you look absolutely beautiful."

Rarity smiles and presses a hoof to your lips.

"It's really nothing, darling. We've been so busy and preoccupied lately, what with the store and Cashmere and Fluttershy. I wanted to do something just for us, so we can forget about the rest of the world, if only for a little while. But you're quite welcome. I've always enjoyed making you smile. I thought a little bit of sexy lingerie would do just that...and it appears I was right. Just a bit."

"Just a bit, yeah" you repeat with a laugh. "So that's what you've been working on this week, huh? I had no idea you could make something so...provocative."

"Oh it's really not too much of a departure, dear. It's simply a matter of working with thinner fabrics and more delicate connecting stitches. Though I must admit that trying to include enough see-through lace while keeping the textile strength high is quite a challenge."

"I don't know what that means, but it's sexy."

She giggles softly and lifts her leg up behind her, running a foreleg over it.

"It is quite fetching, isn't it? Something about it just makes me feel...oh, how do I put this...ravishing."

"I think that's a good word," you add.

"Fabulous! I'm glad you approve."

She nuzzles your cheek with her nose and kisses you gently, laying against your chest. You lightly nibble on her ear and she laughs softly at the sensation.

"I love you, baby." You run a hand through her long hair and press your forehead against hers.

"I love you too, darling. More than you can know."

"More than I can know? Oh, I dunno about that. I think I have a pretty good idea."

"Do you, now?"

"I like to think so. Otherwise, I couldn't do...this!" She laughs out loud as you wrap your arms around her and flip her over so you're lying on top of her. You pin her to the cushions with your hands, sticking your tongue out with a smile.

"Oh! Oh my, be careful, darling! It takes a lot of work to make it look like I haven't brushed my mane all day! Now, why don't we just 'make out' for a little while, hmm?" She covers a gleeful laugh with her hoof, waving it at her own language. "They really should come up with a better phrase for such a thing, don't you think? I sound like a love-struck teenager all over again, I swear."

You lean down and give her a deep, passionate kiss, slowly lowering yourself on top of her and hiking a leg up over your thigh. She smiles with approval and pulls away for just a moment. "Quite a good idea, if I do say so." You nod and pull her back into you, feeling your building desire steadily work its way through your body. It only takes a few minutes before you're ready for another round. Rarity notices and teases you about it.

"Already? It's a good thing I'm of a similar mind, darling, or I'd probably be somewhat surprised."

There's a familiar chiming sound and Rarity's horn shines brilliantly with blue magic, flipping you both around again so that she's on top of you. You give a surprised yelp as she does, involuntarily grabbing at her for support.

"Relax, darling! Really now, I'd think you'd be used to such things. You are in a relationship with the most beautiful, talented and attractive unicorn in all of Equestria, after all!"

"Uh-huh. Be careful now, hon, or your ego might suffocate me," you poke at her stomach and she giggles louder than she probably intended, covering it with her forelegs. You attempt to do it again, but she fends off your repeated attacks between fits of laughter.

"No! Stop that! That's not fair at all! Damn this ticklish stomach of mine!"

She regains her concentration just long enough to pin your arms down with her magic.

"AS I WAS SAYING, darling...there's something I've been meaning to try."

"Oh? What do you have in mind? Does it involve releasing my arms at any point?"

"Perhaps, but you must promise not to do that again." She sticks her tongue out at you as she finishes her sentence.

"Okay, okay, no more poking your stomach, I get it."

"Good! Now, I want you to say 'Rarity is the most fabulous, charming, and attractive unicorn in Equestria!'" She raises a hoof dramatically and looks at you.

"Really? Ummm...well, I mean, I suppose I could..."

"No, not really. I'm just kidding." She laughs and tosses her hair out of her eyes. "Come now, darling, my ego isn't that in need of stroking."

"I think you could--"

"AH AH!" she puts a hoof to your mouth and leans down. "I know you're going to make a 'stroking' joke, so I'm nipping it in the bud."

Damn!

"That's what I thought. Now...about this surprise. I've been wanting to try something for a few days, but I wanted to make sure I had it down before I attempted it with you. I think you'll be quite surprised."

"Surprised at what? Is it, like, some new position or something?"

Rarity rolls her eyes and clops a foreleg against your shoulder.

"No, darling, it is not 'a new position or something'. It's quite a bit different."

"Well, consider me intrigued..."

"Fabulous. Now, just hold still for a moment."

Rarity's horn flashes bright blue and she closes her eyes in concentration. Whatever it is, it's taking a lot of her effort to focus on. You can feel the tingle of magical energy surrounding you, and your skin is coated by a thin layer of blue.

"Uhhh, honey...not that I don't trust you, but...what exactly are you attempting to do?"

She responds without opening her eyes, "I'm going to teleport us to the bed."

"You're gonna do what?!"

"I've been..." another layer of magic overlaps the first, "reading up on teleportation magic from a book I borrowed from Twilight. It's been quite tricky to learn, but I believe...I have a solid grasp of it."

Oh no, this can't end well. She's certainly talented with her magic, yeah, but teleportation? That's something you've only seen Twilight and the Princesses do.

"You do remember what happened the last time I was teleported, right? Vomiting, nausea, all that fun stuff? Right? Baby?"

"Shush, dear, I'm concentrating. And don't worry, I've corrected it for your anatomy, so you should be fine."

"Should be fine? What if you--" the world around you is overwhelmed by blue energy. It's going to happen any second. "Wait, wait!"

There's a flash of light and a sound like thunder, and everything you can see turns into absolute blackness. A second later, the world snaps back into being...in the exact same place you were just at. Your return to reality is accompanied by a burst of sparkling, blue smoke, causing you and Rarity to choke as you breathe it in.

"I don't think," you say between fits of coughing, "it worked, babe!"

"Yes, so I've noticed. Oh, dear! I had no idea there was...smoke involved! Good heavens!"

You wave the smoke away with a hand, trying not to inhale any more of it. It's probably harmless, but when magic's involved, you never know. Best to play it safe.

Rarity stares at you for a few moments, a look of disbelief in her eyes. She obviously wasn't expecting that to happen. A smile slowly crosses her face and she laughs quietly. The absurdity of what just happened hits you, and you laugh with her, making her laugh even harder in return, pounding a hoof on your chest.

"Well, at least it worked! Sort of! I did teleport us! Just, ah, to the same place. Hahaha!"

"I think that was a pretty good try, hon! Hey, look at it this way: you didn't make me vomit when we came back! That's something!"

"It's the small victories that matter, really. Perhaps I need a little more practice..."

"You know, if you wanted to go up to the room, you could have just asked!"

"Oh, where's the fun in that? Admit it, you would have been impressed if I'd teleported us onto the bed!"

"Hell yeah I would have been! I'm impressed that you did it in the first pace. You've got some talent, babe. Besides making dresses, I mean. And finding gems. And getting me off. You do that one really well."

"Thank you, darling! Speaking of which, how about we just head upstairs the old fashioned way? It may not have worked out like I'd hoped, but that won't ruin the mood in the least."

You pick her up with a laugh and carry her up the stairs, bracing yourself against the banister for support. Even with the height difference she's still not the easiest thing in the world to carry, and you feel your arms start to weaken just as you get to the room. You unceremoniously crash down on the bed with her and she yelps in surprise.

"I'm impressed, darling. You carried me all the way here? Ooooh, such a big, strong man you are!" she teases as she taps your arms. You lean down to kiss her horn as she speaks. "You know, teleportation isn't as different from basic magic as I thought it would have been. It's not easy, obviously, but with the proper minds--haa!" She gasps suddenly as your lips touch her horn, suddenly rendered speechless. You jerk back and look at her with a questioning look, wondering what happened.

"Are you okay, hon?"

"Yes, I-I believe so...that's strange, I could have sworn I just felt something resembling arousal."

You cock an eyebrow at her response.

"What's so strange about feeling aroused? Isn't that kinda what we're up here for?"

"Oh, no, no, not to imply that it's strange to feel aroused with you, darling, it's just...I'm going on a hunch here, but do you think you could kiss my horn again?"

You're unsure of what to make of it, but you do so anyway, kissing her horn softly. She gasps once again, and only then do you notice a thin, blue film of magical energy enveloping it.

"Something up?"

"I believe it may be, yes. Call me crazy, but I think our failed teleportation did something to my horn. Nothing bad, it seems, it's just very odd." You've kissed her horn plenty of times, but she's never responded to it like this before. Back when you first started dating, you even tried grasping her horn in your hand, thinking she might have some kind of nerve endings in it, but it was ultimately pointless. It's just an extension of bone, a conduit of magical energy.

At least, you thought so.

You decide to test her little theory further, playing your fingers over it and rubbing it slightly with your palm. She moans softly at your motions. Yeah, there's definitely something weird going on. You can feel the slightest hint of a magical tingle as you do so.

"Oh...oh goodness. This is quite unexpected! Perhaps the teleportation overloaded my magical circuit...if that's the case, then it could conceivably amplify any sensations around the point of focus. My horn, that is. Curious, don't you think?"

"Yeah, to say the least." So...her failed teleportation messed something up, and now she's got a super-sensitive horn? Magic is weird.

"It's not dangerous or anything, is it? To you, I mean."

"I don't believe so, no. Like any magical after-effect, it will no doubt be temporary. That said...I think I might enjoy this one. Do be a dear and continue, won't you?"

You shrug your shoulders and lay beside her, running the possibilities through your mind.

"Kiss me, darling. And don't worry about being gentle, I'm quite alright with being a little rough now and then..."

You mouth an okay to her with a smile, then slip and arm under her and pull her against you with a jerk. She gives you a playful, cat-like purr and kisses your shoulder. You start off slow, letting her get back into the mood of things, and quickly ramp your passion back up, sitting up with her legs wrapped around your waist, her silky stockings playing against your manhood.

"That's more like, darling," she says after pulling back for a breath.

She moves back in and slips her tongue into your mouth, only to moan quietly as you reach a hand up and slide your fingers over her now over-sensitive horn.

"This is...quite a strange...sensation..." she says between gasps as you kiss her neck. "I think I like it. Haha..."

You grasp it in your hand and squeeze gently, eliciting a louder groan of pleasure from her.

"Darling, I know this--oh, my...--I know this is going to sound strange, but could you...could you perhaps use your mouth on it?"

You give her an unsure glance, your mouth working up and down, but you're unable to find any words.

"Don't be shy, darling. It's just me we're talking about here, after all."

You finally concede, sitting up on your knees and moving closer to her forehead.

This is weird, the little voice in your head tells you. You ignore it and cautiously move in, kissing it a few times before putting the tip of it between your lips. From the sounds she's making, she obviously approves. You push your self-doubt away and lick her horn, feeling the slight tingle of magic on your tongue.

"I suppose this is what one might call a 'role reversal'," Rarity laughs. "This is what you've been experiencing? Sweet Celestia, It's no wonder you enjoy it so much!" It's not exactly making you feel any more comfortable with the situation.

"Honey, come on. I've got a phallic horn in my mouth, it's kinda freaking me out already. The jokes aren't helping!"

"Oh, relax, darling. It's still a part of me, just one we've never, ah, explored in such a way before."

You continue your pseudo-oral for another minute, listening to her become increasingly excited by it. She pulls away after a short while, her breath ragged and her eyes heavy with desire.

"I need more, darling. I want you to make me feel amazing. Please."

You turn her around so her back is to you, resting against your chest. You reach one hand up to grip her horn, working up and down over it, while your other hand slowly slides down between her legs. You tease around her thighs for a few seconds, but she's overcome by her lustful urges and impatiently grasps your hand between her hooves, placing it over her wet, soft marehood.

"Don't be so slow, darling! This is not the time for it!"

You laugh at her aggressive mood and slide your fingers over her, hearing her moan as she lays her head back against your shoulder. You lean down and kiss her briefly, trying to focus on your hands doing two different motions at the same time. You hope she doesn't notice.

"Just like that, darling. Mmmmnn..."

She writhes against your hand and exhales sharply as she bites her lip, spreading her legs slightly more. You rub against her with two of your fingers, sliding along her soft flesh.

"More, baby."

You slowly insert two fingers inside of her again, and she yells out briefly in ecstasy. You switch your grip on her horn, grasping it between several of your fingers.

"Not enough..."

She grabs your wrist between her legs and straightens another finger out, nodding as you give her a questioning look.

A third finger joins the first two and you feel her body shudder, an intense wave of pleasure rushing over her.

"Better," she laughs breathlessly.

She grasps you between her hooves and works them up and down, sliding over it with her silky coat and soft skin.

"I want you...I want you to join me, darling. I want us to share this."

You're not entirely sure what she means, but you start to get a better idea once she floats over a bottle of (Rarity-branded) lotion in an extremely unsteady field of magic, setting it at your legs.

"You mean, you want me to...you know...put it there?"

She gives a breathy 'yes' to your question. Well, that's certainly adventurous of her. It's been a long, long time since she wanted to do something like that. Though you suppose that it's an already unique set of circumstances to begin with.

"Do hurry, darling. I'm not sure how long...how long I can keep from reaching my peak at this rate. Heh..."

You take your hand off her horn and pop open the lotion bottle, squirting a decent amount into your palm before setting the bottle to the side.

"Allow me, dear."

She takes the lotion from your palm and spreads it over her hooves, running them all around your swollen member. When it's coated with lotion she stands up a little, just enough that her lower body is hovering just above you.

"Don't keep me waiting, darling. I want to feel you inside me."

You wrap her tail around your wrist and lift it up, and slowly, carefully, slide into her. She gasps as she adjusts to your size, moaning softly. You close your eyes at the sensation, feeling her take you inside of her. You have to remind yourself to keep your hand moving in and out between her legs.

"How does that--mmm--feel, baby?"

It's actually becoming hard to focus, between the feelings rocking your body and your fingers either thrusting into her or working her horn. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself unable to get a coherent sentence out, having to settle to a half-whispered 'oh, fuck'.

"I know...the feeling..." she laughs quietly. "We should do this more often. I could grow to like it..."

You've felt some amazing surges of ecstasy with her before, but this is mind-blowing. It's like a trickling stream suddenly opened up into a roaring waterfall, and it's sweeping over your entire body.

"Faster, darling..."

You grit your teeth and move in and out faster, desperately trying to stave off the orgasm that's trying its best to bash through the wall you've thrown up against it. She must have heard you groan in effort, because she lays her head back against your shoulder and stares into your eyes.

"I'm almost there, baby. Don't stop."

You can feel her starting to near a climax of her own, her body twitching and pulsing against your own.

"Oh, Goddesses! I'm...I'm going to come, darling...oh, my..."

You finally lose the fight against yourself and come inside her, groaning loudly as the release of tension rocks your body. You grip her between your legs in a vice grip, pushing her down against with all of your might. She literally screams in ecstasy as you give her a final push of effort. Her horn flashes blindingly bright for a few seconds, so much so that you have to shut your eyes against it.

Rarity flops back against your shoulder, breathing heavily. Very heavily. You fall back against the bed as the final waves of your release course through you.

You try your best to stay alert, but the exertion has utterly drained you both, and you find yourself falling asleep within moments.

==========

"Mmmm...two Rarities? No, no, it's okay. You can touch each other...heh..."

Something snaps you out of your dream. Rarity is standing over you with an amused look on her face.

"Two of me, you say? Goodness, you must have been having quite the strange dream."

You blink several times an glance at the clock, but your eyes refuse to focus. You glance at her horn and notice that it's not longer coated with blue energy. Guess it really was temporary.

"Oh, man. How long were we asleep?"

"An hour, at least. I suppose we were quite exhausted, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah...yeah I'd say so." You look out the window and notice the setting sun, suddenly aware that you may be joined soon by another pony. "Oh, shit! Didn't Fluttershy say she'd be back before it's dark? I'd rather not have her find us like this."

"Indeed she did. Come on, darling, we can take a shower before she gets back. Just you and I. I think we could use one, anyway."

Just you and I. You like the sound of that.

She grasps your arm between her hooves and helps lift you up, and you follow groggily follow her to the bathroom.

"I should tell Twilight about this," she says with a laugh. "The horn part, that is. Not the other thing. You know what I mean."

You laugh in return and place a hand in her hair.

"She's never going to believe this."