Rarity stitched the dress she was working on, putting on the finishing touches and hemming a few edges. She had a lot of dresses she had to make, seeing as she was about a week behind from going to Canterlot for a week. She had been invited to go visit Zecora today, but she decided she couldn’t.

“Sweetie Belle” Rarity looked towards Sweetie Belle who stood in the corner. “Be a dear and get the fuck out?” Rarity smiled at her little sister. Her sister groaned, walking out of the room.

“Just wanted to help…” Sweetie muttered as she left the room and shut the door behind her.

“Ugh…” Rarity shook her head. “Only Cutie-Mark she’s going to be getting any time soon is a dick up her plot.” She continued to work. She was tired of Sweetie Bell, and didn’t even allow her to just stand out of the way. She stopped her work and sighed. “No…No… She’s a good girl… her hearts in the right place.” She continued working until she heard a crash come from down stairs. “And my hoof is going to be in the right place up her plot.” She muttered in frustration.

“Rarity!” Her sister called. “What’s with all of these dildos?” Rarity froze. Did Twilight forget to put them back where they belong, she thought. Twilight had told her that she put them in the box underneath her bed, and she didn’t bother to check because she trusted Twilight.

“Twilight has never lied to me before…” She seemed more concerned about Twilight lying than the actual dildos. “What has gotten into her lately…I just hope she actually washed them like she said she did.” The thought of Twilight’s dried juices entering her wasn’t a pleasant thought.

Sweetie crashed into the room. “Can I have one?” She wondered.

“Take them all.” Rarity told her without even looking away from her work. “Twilight did them all and I bet she never washed them.”

“You can keep them.” Sweetie Belle left the room. Rarity giggled softly.

***

“Have fun at your sleep over at the Cakes tonight, girls!” Rarity waved to the Cutie Mark Crusaders, whom waved back. She shut the door and decided to start washing all the dildos. She filled the kitchen sink with water, filled it with soap and left them to soak for a bit. She shook her head.

“I doubt she actually washed them.” She walked up the stairs to her room to continue her work.

After a while she finished a few dresses, and decided to go back and thoroughly wash the dildos after they had been sitting in the sink for a long while. She walked down the stairs to the kitchen and noticed that three of them were gone.

“I know I had seven here…” She counted the ones in the sink again; only four.

“What the fuck is going on here?” She let out her anger by smashing her hooves into the water. She sighed deciding to just scrub the ones she had.

After she was done, she walked back upstairs to her room with them in her magical grip. She put them in her box, and got back to work. She quickly finished up her dresses. She seemed to be finishing them twice as fast as normal, most likely because she had all of this raw energy from being angry that she just spent it on sewing. She had the rest of the night to herself.

“I hope those girls aren’t causing Mr. and Mrs. Cake too much trouble…” She pondered on the thought of it. “I’m sure they’re alright…” She fooled herself. She decided she would brush her mane for the hundredth time today.

She walked into her bathroom and started to brush her mane. She looked in her mirror and from the corner of it she spotted a mannequin in her room that looked different from the others. It stood up by itself without a stand, like it was a normal pony.

“What is this?” She turned around and looked at the mannequin, but it had returned to its normal state. “Oh… I must just be tired is all.” She turned back to her mirror. “Perhaps I’m just stressed. I shouldn’t let all this dildo nonsense get to me. I should just brush my mane.” She told herself

“But your mane is already perfect.” She stopped brushing at the calm, male voice that came from her room.

“Excuse me?” She walked into her room and saw that one of her mannequins was missing.

“Your mane: you don’t need to brush it anymore.” She looked over to her wardrobe to see a blue colt eating an apple on top of it.

“What are you doing in my room?” She freaked out at the stranger inside of her home. The colt jumped down onto the floor and approached Rarity.

“I’ve been here for a while.” He breathed on Rarity’s neck, which gave her chills.

“I’m not that kind of girl.” She pushed him away, knowing what he was planning by that move.

“Twilight made it sound like you were.” He took a bite of his apple again. “She’s a beautiful mare, but not as beautiful as you are, Rarity.”

Rarity blushed at the complement. “Well… Thank you.” The blue colt nodded.

“May I treat you to dinner?” He asked her. “I make a mean salad.” He joked around.

“I think that would be just lovely.” She smiled.

***

The colt prepared the salad, placing it on two separate plates and putting both on the table across from each other. He grabbed a cushion from the couch and set it in front of the table where Rarity would sit.

“What a gentlemen.” She sat down, smiling.

“I try my best to treat the most beautiful mare in Equestria the right way. You deserve it.”

“Oh please, you flatter me!” Rarity tried to contain her blush. The Blue colt started to eat his plate of salad gracefully. Rarity did the same.

“Oh this is simply divine…um… You’ve made me dinner and you’ve complimented me, but I’ve yet to learn your name.”

“It’s Quinn.” He smiled.

“An odd name for a pony.” She smiled.

“Yes, yes, but I suppose it has to do with my special talent: modeling! They say I’m quite the ‘mannequin.”

“Oh! I get it!” Rarity chuckled. “You know Quinn; this is such a lovely dinner. I can’t thank you enough… or maybe I could.” She winked. The blue colt grinned.

***

“What are you waiting for, big boy?” Rarity spread herself out on her bed. The blue colt laid himself on top of her as they locked their muzzles together in a long kiss. The colt stuck himself inside of her, as she moaned. “Oh yes! Quinn!” She wrapped herself around him as he dug his cock deeper into her.

“Do me harder!” She screamed as she wrapped her legs around him tighter. She let him do her for a while before she stopped him. “Let’s try this.” She winked as she stood up on the bed, her plot facing him. “Want to try my plot?”

Without a word, the colt stuck himself inside of her plot-hole. She moaned in pleasure. After a bit, she felt him cum inside of her.

“Oh yes!” She moaned loudly.

“Rarity?” She heard a female voice come into the room. “What are you doing?”

“Oh… Hello Twilight…” Rarity snapped out of her fantasy.

“Are you doing a mannequin?” Twilight looked at the sight. Rarity had stuck a dildo on a mannequin and had proceeded to stick it up her plot-hole.

“Yes, but at least I’m not doing a book.” Twilight blushed. After a few moments of silence they started to laugh. “Let’s just… not speak of this to the others.” Twilight nodded.