The wedding was going reasonably wonderful.

In fact, it was fast approaching splendid.

Of course, Rarity hadn’t begun her march down the aisle just yet, but she was beside the two ponies she loved with every fiber of her being, so it was a good start. It could only get better, such as when Fluttershy leaned against her for a few seconds, or when Pinkie nuzzled a smile onto her face.

They were currently waiting inside the meeting hall, ready to be led outside to the pulpit where Twilight was ready to officiate the wedding. Normally, weddings were held inside the hall, but accounting for the entire town (plus friends they’d invited, and their respective families) meant that not everypony could actually fit in there.

Their fathers opened the doors to the hall, letting the music in from outside. It was a jazzy tune that Rarity had chosen herself, and perfectly encapsulated what it was like to have these two wonderful mares in her life. Slow and sweet on one hoof, and a little crazy and unpredictable on the other. It missed a little of her own flair, or would have, had Pinkie not suggested the use of some classical instruments to boot. It was near enough perfect.

So were the dresses, decorations, and spectators. She had spent most if not all of her time on the first part, Pinkie had done an amazing job with the second, and aside from the multitude of friends, family, and even royalty attending the wedding, there were also a slew of creatures both large and small cheering them on from all around. Bird calls mixed with a bear’s low roar and everything in between to create a weird sort of cacophony that fit with the music.

Her father looked at them, seeming surprised that they were all together, but made no comment. Silver Lining, Fluttershy’s father, gave them all a stern look, but that melted when he saw Fluttershy in her dress. Even Igneous seemed inordinately pleased, or as much as his stoic face would show.

“So...” Hondo said, straightening his tie. “Are you ready?”

Rarity smiled widely. Now it was perfect.

They each paired off with their respective fathers, Pinkie going first with her father, then Fluttershy with hers, while Rarity and Hondo brought up the rear.

Where their fathers were pictures of calm perfection, their mothers were close to tears, conversing amongst themselves while they watched the six of them walking the aisle. Only Posey seemed to be maintaining her composure, which meant Rarity owed Pinkie fifty bits, as she had bet on Cloudy Quartz being the one to keep her cool. But it seemed Posey’s military training beat even the hardy stoicism of the Pie parents. She thought maybe she could push for a tie, however, since Posey’s eyes were wet despite that poker face of hers.

She looked forward to getting to know the pair at some point, her only regret about their preparations for the wedding being that she hadn’t been able to observe form and ask for their daughter’s hoof as was proper. But she had been able to take tea with Posey once or twice since they’d both come down from Canterlot to help prepare for the wedding, and she already felt she liked the mare. Silver seemed content enough to dote on his daughter, and happy that she was getting married, though Rarity had caught him giving her the stink-eye on occasion. She wasn’t sure what that was about, but had resolved not to care.

The sky outside was exactly as she’d asked for. Not too many clouds, not too few, and all of them in precisely the places she’d for asked them to be. Rainbow and the weather team had worked diligently on it, even flying in the cirrus clouds she’d requested for accents from all the way in the Crystal Empire. Rainbow glanced at her somewhat nervously from her place next to Applejack at the pulpit, and Rarity gave her a firm nod and a smile, which Rainbow returned, looking relieved.

Applejack stood beside Rainbow, her chest puffed out with pride as she watched them all march slowly down the aisle. There had been a little tiff between the two of them over which would be maid of honor, and Rarity had made them hoof-wrestle to settle the issue. After several hours Applejack had emerged the triumphant victor. Privately, Rarity suspected Rainbow had thrown the match at the very end. But if she had, she had proven a very convincing actor while bemoaning her loss. Regardless, a victor had emerged, much to Rarity’s relief, and Rainbow didn’t seem terribly put out after the fact.

The reason for Applejack’s puffed chest skipped down the aisle ahead of them, throwing out flowers from her basket. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were the absolute most adorable things in their flowerfilly dresses, and Scootaloo completed the trio behind them, walking with pride while she carried the box that contained the wedding bands. Getting her into a dress had been one of the most troublesome aspects of the wedding, but eventually, after much cajoling and some kind words from Rainbow, the deed had been done. Seeing them now, Rarity felt it had all been worth it.

Twilight watched them approach from the pulpit, wearing a heavy ceremonial gown and a too-tight smile that told Rarity she was dreadfully nervous, but at least managing to hold it together. When they had asked her to officiate, she’d initially insisted that Celestia or Cadence or even Luna would make better choices. But as much as that would have been a tremendous honor, Rarity wouldn’t hear of any other performing the ceremony, and Twilight had graciously agreed.

At last they were all together, their fathers each taking their seats, and after a lifetime of waiting, the wedding was finally happening.

If she became any more excited, Rarity felt her heart would burst.

Twilight cleared her throat, and the world at large seemed to quiet, all eyes and ears devoted to her words.

“Friends, family, and honored guests, we have gathered today to witness the union of three of my best friends, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkamena Diane Pie,” Twilight’s voice, amplified by magic, carried out over the assembled audience, being neither too loud or too soft. “Marriage is an important bond between ponies, a promise... not to live for your special ones, but to share your life with them. Not just a home, or chores, but every aspect of that life, both good and bad. It’s comforting them when they’re sad, and celebrating when they succeed.”

She looked out over the crowd, seeming to fixate on one pony in particular. “In fact, it’s about celebrating everything that they are to you. Every flaw, every strength. It’s about bolstering each other in every way we can, making your joint lives better. We’re here today to acknowledge a bond that has already been formed, to celebrate that with these ponies.”

There was a smattering of applause before the ponies clapping sheepishly realized it wasn’t that sort of moment.

Twilight smiled. “Thank you, but that will come in a little while.”

A few appreciative chuckles could be heard in the crowd.

“Do we have the rings?” Twilight asked, looking down below to where Spike was waiting.

Spike perked up from where he’d been standing on the opposite side of the pulpit. He looked resplendent in his little tuxedo.

He too had taken some convincing, but Rarity couldn’t have wanted anything more than for Spike to be her best man.

That conversation, and the tears on both sides that had followed, had been one of the most heart-rending experiences of her life. Spike’s crush had always been the elephant in the room for them both, and finally acknowledging it had been... difficult. She knew all too well what it was to love an ideal, and be disappointed when the reality loved another. She’d expected recrimination, perhaps anger, but had found only... sadness. That was by far worse.

But, strangely enough, while directly addressing it had been cathartic for them both, it hadn’t been necessary. He’d proven her better in that respect. Where she had desperately tried to change herself to meet the standards of somepony that had not returned her affections, he’d simply come to terms with it, albeit by accepting his heartbreak and taking solace in her happiness.

But that had been weeks ago. Today was another day. Today he stood proudly at her side, ready with the box of their wedding bands in claw.

She couldn’t have loved him more for that.

“Right here!” he said, holding them as high as he could.

“Then we’ll begin. I—”

“Wait, I object!” a voice called down from the sky.

Twilight glanced up in apparent annoyance. “We never asked for objections.”

“Yes, but you were supposed to!” Discord said as he landed after his slow descent. He was holding what appeared to be a broken umbrella and carrying a blue satchel. “You can’t just not ask.”

Rarity cringed, but remained silent for fear that whatever Discord was planning would actually get worse.

Twilight took a deep breath, drawing a hoof to her chest and exhaling loudly. “Fine, what is your objection?”

“Rarity is a stick in the mud, and Pinkie is quite possibly more insane than I am,” he said with a grin.

“Those aren’t objections, those are observations!” Twilight said through gritted teeth. “Do you have any reasons these three can’t get married?”

The question seemed to take him aback. “Oh! No, not at all. I expect they’ll be deliriously happy.”

Twilight took an even deeper breath. “Fine. Good! Can you please go sit down?”

He smiled again, snapping his fingers and reappearing as a much smaller form perched on Spike’s shoulder, dressed in an ill-fitting tuxedo made of mismatched fabric. “Proceed.” he said in a high-pitched voice.

Rarity let out a long-held breath of her own. When they’d been going over the ceremony notes Fluttershy had immediately suggested they leave out the bit about objections for this very reason.

“I thought by leaving that out he wouldn’t make a scene,” she whispered to Fluttershy.

“Oh, no.” Fluttershy whispered back. “I knew he still would.”

“Then what was the point?”

Fluttershy tittered into a hoof. “I thought it would be more fun for him if he interrupted anyway.”

Pinkie giggled, putting a hoof surreptitiously on Rarity’s own. “It’s okay, this is a celebration, and even Discord should get to have some fun, as long as it doesn’t hurt anypony.”

Rarity rolled her eyes, but allowed herself a smile. Everything was still reasonably perfect. Complete perfection was dull and uninteresting, after all.

Twilight glared at Discord for a moment, then looked back into the audience. “Well, assuming we don’t have any more interruptions,” she paused for a moment, waiting to see if anypony would say anything. When nopony did, she smiled, glancing down at her notes. “Right. We’ll continue.”

She looked down from the pulpit at Rarity, and suddenly, the world in its entirety was gone.

“Do you, Rarity, take Pinkamena Diane Pie and Fluttershy to be your lawfully wedded spouses? To have and to hold, from this day forward, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

“I do,” she said, never feeling better about saying two words in her life.

She was in a bit of a daze after that. The same vow was repeated to Fluttershy, who managed to respond with only the slightest of stammers, and Pinkie Pie responded with something like ‘I super-duper-one-hundred-percent-do!’. She’d never doubted their answers, of course. It was as had been stated, the bond was already there. The ceremony was more or less to show it off officially.

Next came the earrings, and that brought her back into focus quickly, as her ears had felt naked since removing those bands to have them properly etched with the appropriate cutie marks.

“Repeat after me.” Twilight said, gesturing for her to get ready to put place the rings. “With this, I thee wed.”

“ ‘With this, I thee wed.’ ” Rarity intoned, placing the hooked ends through first Pinkie’s and then Fluttershy’s pierced ears. The look on Fluttershy’s face as she did so was something she would remember all of their lives. Pinkie... actually seemed to be crying, though her smile was bright and brilliant.

Finally, with their bands exchanged, Twilight smiled at them all. “I now pronounce you spouses. You may kiss.”

The reception went on long into the night, though it was hard to tell exactly how long, as Celestia and Luna had arranged for an especially long afternoon, followed by a dazzling sunset to cap off the party.

The Cakes and a nice chap called Honey Mead (on loan from Celestia’s own kitchen) had spent all night on the monstrosity simply known as The Cake, and it towered above most of the houses in Ponyville. Cider from the Apple’s private reserve (used only for celebrations and quite potent) was produced, along with a large selection of wines purchased from Berry Punch. Food was catered by every restaurant in Ponyville and several from Canterlot. Music was provided by the Canterlot Philharmonic Orchestra, with lighting and sound balancing by Vinyl Scratch. It was quite the event.

At the end of what may have been the biggest and most elaborate party in known history, Pinkie Pie, Rarity and Fluttershy got into the carriage graciously loaned to them by Princess Luna, and flew off into the aforementioned sunset.

Pinkie immediately shed the tuxedo in one motion, letting out a big sigh of relief that it was gone. Fluttershy removed her dress in a much more demure fashion, actually blushing as the garter belt was removed. Rarity gently removed her own, packing it away in their luggage.

She looked around the opulently appointed carriage. It was quite large, being similar in nature to a stage coach, in that it was enclosed. The interior was done up in deep purples and blacks, the doors having blackout shades which could be closed for sleeping, if needed. It was stocked with a few bottles of wine on ice, and three glasses.

Further inspection revealed a note on the side of the bucket which read:

To my dear friends on their most special of days, this vintage predates the time of my own fall, made in happier times and stored by my sister until we could imbibe it together once more. She gifted the stock to me, and now, in the spirit of that togetherness, I invite you to partake as well.

In smaller script, Rarity read:

The guards are most discreet. Do as you will.

It was only then, in the relative privacy of their carriage, witnessed only by her spouses, that Rarity finally let out the entirely unladylike squeal of pure joy she’d been holding in since their kiss after the vows.

This was quickly echoed by Pinkie, and the two of them clasped Fluttershy in a joint hug, bouncing up and down in the seat.

After a moment or two of this, a voice called from the front of the carriage: “Honored guests, please try to avoid more jostling of the carriage than necessary. We’ll be arriving in Las Pegasus shortly.”

Rarity stopped bouncing, though Pinkie kept at it for a few moments more. “S-sorry, Guardsmen.”

“Quite all right.” came the calm reply.

Rarity laid back heavily on the seat, suddenly feeling quite exhausted. “I can’t believe how well that went! I mean, I... I always had hopes, and dreams, and this was everything I never knew I wanted!”

Fluttershy smiled in that wonderfully understated way of hers, and Rarity pulled her backwards on the seat into a deep kiss.

“I’m so glad...” Fluttershy said quietly as they broke the kiss. “I thought for sure I was going to faint when she asked me.”

“You did great, Shy-shy!” Pinkie said, wrapping her hooves around Fluttershy in a reverse hug. “You were so brave! You didn’t freak out or run away screaming or anything!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t have done that. But I might have fallen over in that nice dress Rarity made and then everything would have been ruined.” Fluttershy said with a serious look on her face. “Well, maybe not ruined. You two could have still—”

Rarity and Pinkie cut her off almost simultaneously.

“Sweetness—”

“Shy-shy!”

“I know.” Fluttershy said quickly. “It’s... hard not to think things like that. But I’ll try not to say them.”

Rarity shook her head in fond exasperation. “We’ll work on that. I’d rather not have you thinking it either but I won’t ask for miracles.”

She fetched a bottle of the chilled wine in her magic, pulling the cork with a corkscrew and letting the bottle breathe for a moment, catching a waft of the scent of it while doing so. The bouquet was indescribable, sweet and flowery, but with a deep earthiness to it that she’d never experienced before. Well-aged wine was one thing, but this was nearly otherworldly.

The bottles were rather plain and unassuming for being priceless vintages, marked only with a cutie mark painted on the glass; a grapevine. Rarity idly wondered if perhaps it might have been made by a distant relation to Berry Punch.

Pinkie continued to hold Fluttershy, whispering sweet nothings into her ear that appeared to be having their effect, as the latter was relaxed in Pinkie’s arms, only occasionally letting out a little sigh or gasp as Pinkie nipped at her ear or nuzzled against her cheek. It was a treatment Rarity knew well, and was very effective for when she was feeling a little down but also feeling too wrapped up in work to step away. It also usually lead to other things, which might be better left for their suite... but it was their honeymoon as well.

She glanced at the little card attached to the bucket once more.

Do as you will.

Rarity shrugged, poured herself a glass, lay back on the seat, and placed a hoof betwixt her legs.

At times, it was very pleasant just to watch.

Pinkie pushed Fluttershy down very gently so that she lay on the seat, following her downwards without breaking the kiss. One hoof was snaked around Fluttershy’s neck easing her down, the other was teasing its way along the butter-yellow pelt, past the nipples, but not before circling each one briefly, just long enough to make their pegasus lover moan and gasp into Pinkie’s mouth.

Rarity’s hoof was busy as well, slowly parting her outer folds and making a deft stroke up and down the cleft. She briefly wondered if the stallions up front could hear any of these goings-on, and a shudder passed upwards at the mere thought of their reactions.

“Pinkie...” Fluttershy whined piteously as the kiss was finally broken.

“Shhh...” Pinkie said, her smile rather like the look Rarity sometimes saw on Opal’s face when she had captured a rodent and was about to devour it.

Rarity felt another shudder rock her, increasing the speed of her hoof. As much as she loved experiencing what Pinkie was doing to Fluttershy first hoof, seeing it done, knowing what Fluttershy was feeling at that moment, and what Pinkie felt doing it to her—

And now, they were both hers, and she was theirs. A third shudder, more intense than the others, spread a wonderful warmth throughout her body.

As she basked in her afterglow, panting slightly and taking a deep draught of wine, she watched Pinkie’s tail thrash to and fro as she buried her muzzle between Fluttershy’s thighs. Just underneath, further evidence of Pinkie’s excitement glistened in the fading light of the sunset. Feeling a little wobbly, Rarity made her way over to Pinkie, watching that tail taunt her with a slow smile.

Pinkie’s head popped up with a little gasp as she felt Rarity’s breath on her labia. She looked back for a moment, her muzzle covered in moisture. She and Rarity shared a little smile, then Pinkie turned her attention back to the quivering mare underneath her.

Rarity began kissing her way up Pinkie’s inner thigh, delighting at the way the pink rear wriggled in response. She wondered if the bed in their suite would have a mirror, and how difficult it might be to acquire one if it didn’t.

As it turned out, there was. A very large one.

The room itself was... glitzy. There was no other word for such pointless and utterly vapid interior design. The bed was a giant heart. The walls were plastered with heart-shaped mirrors. The towels were red, as were the blankets and sheets. The moment she stepped into the room, light music by Marevin Gaye began playing.

And every available surface that wasn’t covered by mirrors was speckled with glitter.

Pinkie took one look at the room, cried out happily, and leaped into the bed.

Fluttershy followed hesitantly, her eyes wide and apprehensive. “I... I wonder if I shouldn’t go get some ice?”

Pinkie looked up from the bed, upon which she was currently rolling back and forth and squealing. “Yeah! And little baggies! We’re gonna need ice packs, and lots of em!”

Fluttershy’s eyes bugged out, and she nodded hurriedly, fleeing from the room.

Rarity and Pinkie regarded each other silently. The latter’s grin grew with each passing moment.

“Ice packs, you say?” Rarity asked quietly.

Pinkie nodded earnestly. “You promised.”

Her heart fluttered, and Rarity had to steady her knees to prevent them from buckling. “So I did.”

The dynamic between Pinkie and Rarity was a rather fluid one. Which was to say, Pinkie made an enthusiastic bottom, and an equally enthusiastic top. Who was what largely depended on mood, after all. Rarity generally didn’t mind either way, but there had been one occasion that she had insisted on topping as a matter of principal. That had been the night of their engagement.

And on that night, words had been spoken, and a promise of sorts had been made.

“Pinkie, on our wedding night, I’ll be all yours. But tonight... tonight, my love, you are my mare.”

“I looked through so many different catalogs for this!” Pinkie said, pulling out a box from the deepest part of her mane. She laid the box down on the bed. It was a rather simple thing, entirely of black, with a single word on the box.

Excalibur.

Pinkie and Rarity had, over the course of their months of engagement, had a lot of sex. A truly mind-boggling amount. And some of it had involved toys, they had amassed quite the collection. But there had been one little thing Rarity had wanted to avoid. One last little remnant of the naive mare she’d been before Pinkie had introduced her to a world of pleasure.

She’d wanted to make it to their honeymoon without doing... that.

Her face flushed brilliantly even thinking about it. She wasn’t so naive to think herself a virgin on her honeymoon, but in some small technical way, she was, and now was the time to give up that last vestige as a sort of offering of love to Pinkie.

It seemed so... inconsequential when compared to everything Pinkie was to her, but then, nothing could really be said to be worthy of that level of devotion, except an equal amount of the same. She was prepared to show that devotion in any way she could.

“How did you want—” Rarity began.

“On the bed, on your back.” Pinkie replied, her face even pinker than normal.

“All right.” Rarity replied, trying her hardest to keep any hint of a stammer out of her voice.

It was here, in this moment, that she felt fear in association with a sex act for the first time in a very long time. She’d seen Pinkie’s reaction when they’d done this. It had hurt. And afterwards she’d walked a bit funny for several days. Pinkie’s enthusiasm aside, it had taken weeks before Rarity could be talked into using a toy again, and months before she’d agreed to mount Pinkie in the way she had that night.

She’d passed it off, of course. She’d said hooves and magic and tongues provided a nice variety, they didn’t need the toys.

Despite Rarity’s assurances, Pinkie had ordered several more in various colors, shapes, sizes, and even ones modeled after other species. She wasn’t at all bothered by them.

But... it was going to be fine. Because she loved Pinkie, and she had promised and—

Sweet Celestia! How is that supposed to fit?!

Pinkie had opened the box to reveal the toy inside. It was... rather large. The ‘business’ end of it looked less like the replica it was intended to be and more like somepony had taken the foreleg off of one of her ponniquins, then covered it with chrome. The other side was made to resemble a hilt of sorts, except it was bent in such a way as to fit firmly inside of the mare using the thing. There was a bell-guard which presumably functioned as a clitoral stimulator. From a design standpoint, it looked functional, and pleasing to the eye.

From the standpoint of the mare about to be on the ‘business’ end, it looked like a murder weapon.

Pinkie looked up at her with a big grin around the ‘hilt’, giving the thing a few swings around. “Ook! I goth one that ooksh like a shord! You ‘member?”

Rarity did indeed remember. Perhaps it had only been in jest, but Pinkie had jokingly suggested they have a fencing match with that first toy. Of course it had been rather ridiculous and endearing then.

Not so much with one actually designed to resemble something that could split her in two, and looked like it could still do so despite the lack of edge.

“Eheh... yes. That is something,” she said, still not quite able to will herself to walk towards the bed.

Pinkie looked at her quizzically, setting the ‘sword’ down next to the straps it came with in the box. “Hey. You okay, Rare?”

“Fine!” she said quickly, rushing to the bed and sitting primly upon it. There was little point in belaboring things, she had an obligation to meet, and her fears aside, she intended to keep it. She lay back on the bed, staring up at her reflection in the mirror. “Do with me as you will, my love.”

The reflection showed Pinkie Pie, looking down at her with a little frown on her face. “You know, this was a lot sexier in my head.”

The door opened, and Fluttershy walked in with a bucket of ice, and several small towels. “I’m sorry, they didn’t have little bags, but I’ve found towels work very well for ice packs when necessary. Plus they feel nicer.”

Rarity lifted her head from the bed, forcing a smile onto her face. “Thank you, Sweetness. Towels will actually be quite useful.”

They will certainly help with the cleanup. Though this bedding is already red...

Fluttershy’s cheeks colored as she saw the box on the bed, and Rarity’s position on it. “Oh my. I... I can go read a book if you two were having a private moment—”

Pinkie shook her head, closing the box and tucking it back into her mane. “Nah, you can stay, Shy-shy. I think maybe I messed up somewhere,” she sat down on the bed, patting it to indicate Fluttershy should join them. “C’mon. Let’s snuggle. That’ll be better.”

Rarity sat up suddenly, feeling both relieved and guilty that she’d been granted a reprieve, however temporary it might turn out to be. “B-but I promised—”

Pinkie smiled at her, nuzzling the side of her cheek. “Yeppers! You said you were all mine, and since you’re mine, I get to decide what to do with you! And right now, I wanna snuggle.”

She gently pushed Rarity down on the bed, snuggling up to her on one side. Fluttershy hesitated for a moment, but eventually set the bucket and towels down, crawling up onto the bed and settling in on Rarity’s other side.

“Did you not like the toy?” Pinkie asked quietly.

Rarity winced, still feeling tense and stressed out. “The toy was a fine choice, love.”

“Then why wasn’t it sexy for you? I know that look. That was your ‘I’m really really bothered by something and don’t want to say it’ look.” Pinkie crawled up onto Rarity’s chest, looking deep into her eyes. “It’s supposed to be sexy, not scary.”

Rarity looked away from Pinkie, staring up at her own reflection. Her mascara was running, she’d need to fix it. She looked away from that, not wanting to see it any longer, and found herself looking into Fluttershy’s eyes.

“I don’t think she wants to talk about it, Pinkie.” Fluttershy said quietly. “But... I’d guess she’s nervous. I would be.”

“N-nervous?” Rarity said with a squeak. “That is... I have nothing to be nervous about! The wedding went so wonderfully, darlings! You were both perfect, and all our friends were supportive—”

“And now it’s the wedding night.” Fluttershy observed quietly. “This is part of it all. You told me how this was supposed to go too.”

“Well... that is...”

“Rarity, if you’re scared, it’s okay!” Pinkie piped up, having been oddly silent until then. “It was a little scary for me too, at first. I was all ‘Wow, how’s that thing supposed to fit in there?’ and then I was like ‘Ouch, wrong one!’ and then—”

Her eyes bulged in sudden, startling realization. “Oh no! Rarity I didn’t mean to scare you! I just wanted to show off the toy, I thought it would be fun to see it. Then... You know, the kissing and the hot stuff and a little music and some cheesy movie quotes about plumbing—” she pulled Rarity up into a sitting position, hugging her tightly to herself. “I messed it up! I’m sorry!”

Rarity automatically began stroking Pinkie’s mane, making soothing noises. “Shhh. It’s fine. I just had a bit of an overreaction.”

She felt warm wings envelop them both, and found Fluttershy smiling down at them both. “I think maybe it will be fine. I know it’s very easy to get excited, but trying new things can be scary. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try them, though. Sometimes scary things can be fun, too. It’s easier when we try them together.”

Fluttershy looked at them both in turn, seemingly deep in thought, then nodded firmly. “Okay.”

She removed her wings, gently separating them, and pushed Rarity back on the bed, kissing her as she did so. Rarity lay blinking in surprise, unused to Fluttershy being so forceful, even if it was the most gentle force she’d ever experienced.

Fluttershy eventually broke the kiss, turning back to Pinkie. “Um... Pinkie, maybe could you... well... I thought...” her face flushed as she spoke.

In the reflection, Rarity saw Pinkie look at Fluttershy blankly, then suddenly become animated. “Oh! Oh, yeah!” Pinkie bent down over Rarity, and then she felt Pinkie nibbling lightly at her inner thighs.

Fluttershy smiled, looking pleased, then turned her attention back to Rarity. “Okay,” she said, before closing the distance between them, locking lips with Rarity once more.

It was a bit of a haze after that, as her vision was obscured by pink mane, and her senses were overwhelmed by Pinkie’s attentions and Fluttershy’s lips.

It was a very pleasant haze.

Eventually, Fluttershy pulled back, gasping for air, her cheeks on fire and eyes ablaze with passion. “Did you maybe want to see if the toy looks as scary now?”

Rarity just lay there, feeling limp as a wet noodle. She couldn’t have said how many times she’d reached her peak only to be rocked gently into the next by both of them. Her hair looked a fright, her makeup was beyond repair, and she was deliriously happy.

“L-let me see it.” she gasped out, a large grin on her reflection.

Pinkie looked extremely hesitant, but did pull the box out of her mane, laying it down on the bed.

It was a rather understated little box; black as the night, with the name emblazoned in silver. Rarity opened it, and saw her adversary. Up close, it somehow seemed less intimidating. She could see details that had escaped her before. The hilt was carved in interesting ridges, and looked like it would fit comfortably and snugly inside of the wielder. On the bell guard, a custom engraving of a single balloon, diamond, and butterfly had been arranged in a triangle shape.

“The nice stallion who sold it to me said you can hit a button on top and it starts buzzing!” Pinkie exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the button in question. “I tried it out a little. It tickles!”

Rarity pressed the button in question with her magic, noting a small crystal just behind the bell guard that caused the whole unit to gently vibrate. She touched the ‘blade’ noting that it was slightly warm to the touch.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to try it tonight, or ever.” Pinkie said quickly. “I mean, I think it’s nice, but I don’t want to do anything that makes you scared.”

“Put it on.” Rarity said, looking up at Pinkie with an even bigger smile. “I want to see it on you.”

“Okay...” Pinkie said as she took the straps from the box. There was a brief but adorable moment in which Pinkie flushed and turned away while putting it on, (all the more so because Pinkie was normally quite shameless) then she turned back, the shaft standing straight out from her pelvis like some flagpole that had lost its flag.

She looked down at it, tapping it experimentally to see it wobble. “Wow, that feels weird...”

Rarity beckoned Pinkie, and Pinkie walked forward, almost tipping over as the extra weight of the toy changed her center of balance.

Fluttershy smiled warmly, letting out a little giggle. “Gosh. That... that looks interesting.”

When Pinkie reached the edge of the bed, Rarity examined the toy more closely. It had a bit of a rounded tip, presumably for easier insertion. It still hummed slightly, as she’d never deactivated the mechanism inside. She nuzzled it, again marveling at the warmth where she would have expected cold metal.

Pinkie looked down at her curiously, cocking her head to one side. “Is it okay? We can try another one—”

Rarity gave it an experimental lick, finding it tasted of nothing more offensive than one of her forks or spoons. Stainless steel, unless she missed her guess. The vibration left her tongue tingling a little in a not-unpleasant way.

“Ooo!” Pinkie squealed out in surprise. “That was... weird?” she put a hoof up to her chin. “I think a good weird though? Can you do that again?”

Weird? Rarity thought, looking up from the silvery shaft. She put out her tongue once more, this time giving it a long lick from base to tip. As she did so, she noticed the vibration had changed ever so slightly. Was that what Pinkie was reacting to?

“Whoa!” Pinkie exclaimed, putting a hoof on the bed to steady herself. “That...” she took a deep, steadying breath, “Huh.”

“What happened, exactly?” Rarity asked, looking at the toy suspiciously.

“It... the little thing that goes up inside...” Pinkie pointed at her hip. “It... like it was humming a little bit, and it was kinda tingly. And then it was humming louder, I guess? I dunno. It feels nice.”

Rarity and Fluttershy exchanged a bewildered look.

“I see.” Rarity said, looking at the toy once more. “I wonder what would happen if—” she got a slow, wicked smile on her face, opened her mouth, and took the tip inside, gently suckling it.

There was an immediate and gratifying reaction in Pinkie Pie, her face going blank as the harmonics of the device changed once more.

Encouraged by this, Rarity took a little more inside, gently bobbing her head as she’d seen done in those dreadfully cheesy movies Pinkie had shown her. She fondly thought of their giggles over how silly it all was, their shared kisses and passing the popcorn back and forth.

We should have a movie night with Fluttershy... Perhaps ‘Naughty Nurses’ ? No, a bit advanced, I suspect. Hmmm. ‘Pegasi In Peril?’ No, maybe not, I’m still not sure how I feel about the bondage scene. Ah! ‘I Kissed A Mare’ ! Yes, that will be splendid.

She bobbed a little deeper, and suddenly gagged just a little as Pinkie involuntarily thrust forward.

“Ahhh!”

Pinkie’s hooves were buried in her hair, and Rarity felt Pinkie put weight upon them as she tried to steady herself.

“S-sorry! My knees kinda turned to jelly for a second!” Pinkie gasped, removing the toy from Rarity’s mouth quickly. She stood upright, looking as if she’d just run a marathon. “That’s... that’s really nice!”

Rarity wiped her mouth with the back of a hoof, removing the excess saliva that had built up around the edges. “Are you all right, love?”

“Y-yeah. It’s just kinda... wobbly right now.” Pinkie replied, steadying herself on the edge of the bed. “But I’m fine!”

“Right. Good.” Rarity fidgeted as she looked at Pinkie, then at the toy.

Pinkie looked back at her, tilting her head to one side. “Oh!” she said suddenly, “Did you want me to—”

“Sweet Celestia, yes!” Rarity exclaimed. “Quickly, quickly, please...” she scooted back on the bed, watching the toy bob in the air as Pinkie moved.

“I’ll... I’ll go get some dinner...” Fluttershy said quietly, moving to get up only to be stopped by a frantically clutching Rarity.

“N-no! You stay, and you hold my hoof, and you kiss me when she’s ready. Do you understand?” Rarity said, not taking her eyes off of the the object of both her arousal and fear.

“But... but I thought... I was trying to help—” Fluttershy looked down at the hoof clasping hers, surely feeling the slight tremble in Rarity’s own.

“You did help, ever so much.” Rarity replied, eyes still glued to the toy. “I want to do this, but I still know it’s going to hurt at first, and I’d like some help with that, if you’re willing.”

Fluttershy nodded, her eyes softening as she clasped Rarity’s hoof in her own.

Pinkie stood at the edge of the bed, not sure what to do. “Rarity, are you sure?”

Rarity nodded firmly, laying back and spreading her legs wide. “You take that thing and you rut me, Pinkie. Do you understand? Rut me until my mane is a disheveled mess and I have no voice left. Then rut me some more.”

“Okay...” she said as she crawled onto the bed, posing the tip at Rarity’s waiting entrance.

Rarity clutched Fluttershy’s hoof firmly, and pulled her down into a deep kiss.

The penetration (when it finally came an eternity later) was not quite as bad as she’d feared. There was, of course, a feeling of stretching as muscles that had never been used were spread wide to accommodate, and a sting as it got deep enough to tear through her maidenhead. She did squeal very briefly into Fluttershy’s mouth, and Fluttershy responded by clutching her hoof harder, and snaking the other around her back to hold her close.

The thing inside her gently throbbed, merely filling her without moving. She waited for a long moment, simply being held and kissed. Then she pulled away, releasing Fluttershy’s hoof and giving her a tear-filled look of thanks.

She turned back to Pinkie, who was holding herself dreadfully still. “It’s... it’s fine, darling.”

“You’re really, really sure?” Pinkie asked, her eyes wide and fearful.

“I’m sure.” Rarity replied, giving Pinkie a brave smile. “Make me yours, love.”

“You were always mine.” Pinkie said with a laugh that sounded almost like a sob. “Right from the start. You just never knew it.”

Pinkie pulled back very slightly, then thrust forward with a smooth movement, not stopping until she’d hilted herself.

Both of them moaned in unison as the resonance on both ends of the toy changed.

“Oh... my.” Fluttershy said from just beside them, reaching backwards with a single hoof and staring with rapt attention at the connection that had been made between them.

Rarity’s head thrashed as Pinkie thrust deep inside her again, becoming lost in a sea of new feelings. She still ached, but the pain was dull, whereas the pleasure was fresh and hot. Pinkie seemed to know exactly what pace to set, never going too fast or too slow. This was Pinkie making love to her, in its fullest and deepest expression. Pinkie claimed her lips as they squealed together, and for a time they were lost in each other’s eyes, and the depths therein.

Beside her, Fluttershy watched, wide-eyed and clopping herself without a trace of shame. Rarity reached out and lovingly stroked along Fluttershy’s face, shifting her hips to allow Pinkie better access, then winced as the next thrust went far deeper than she’d felt previously.

She felt Fluttershy’s hoof clasp with her own once more, and their eyes locked with one another’s. Then Fluttershy leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips.

In that moment, feeling truly and deeply loved by them both, Rarity threw back her head and screamed loudly, her hips bucking wildly into Pinkie’s own in pure unadulterated abandon.

Pinkie echoed her cry, and Rarity distantly heard the quietest and most urgent squeaking as Fluttershy’s hoof clutched frantically at her own.

Pinkie lay on Rarity’s chest, kissing her neck and cheeks, gasping for air but with a smile that was as brilliant as the sun. Fluttershy collapsed next to them, snuggling up close and throwing a wing over them both.

For a time, all was silent save for labored breathing and beating hearts.

“Um...”

Pinkie and Rarity turned their eyes to Fluttershy expectantly.

“C-could I maybe try that one next?” Fluttershy whispered with a brilliant red blush on her cheeks.

Rarity let out a tired chuckle. “I think Pinkie might want a bit of a rest, first.”

“Oh... okay.”

“Just... just a second, Shy-shy. Once I can feel my legs.” Pinkie said weakly.

Rarity looked up at the ceiling, seeing them all together in one exhausted pile. The pinks and purples and yellows and whites all melded together in an oddly perfect pattern.

She smiled and closed her eyes, humming to herself.

I love to see you smile, smile, smile…

Author's Notes:

And this is the end!

I'd like to give some shoutouts here.

First to my usual partner in crime, personal taskmaster, and all around best friend Karrakaz, without whom I would not have completed this in a timely (Ha! Well, it's done anyway) manner.

Next to Xjuggernaughtx, who did some Pinkie Pie consulting with me.

A shoutout to Aurora, who I blame for some of the sexier scenes in the first story and who I still credit in spirit for this one.

And finally a special shoutout to Aurora Dimmet, for some timely advice during a critical scene or two.

Look for a third and final story in this series in the near future. And thanks to everyone who followed along for the ride.