Buck Wild Part 1

The sky was a beautiful cloudless blue, the brilliantly green grass was weaving in the gentle breeze from the north, and the soft murmur of excited ponies gathered and waiting in front of the pedestal and podium were all signs of the amazing act Rarity was about to witness. Even thinking about it was enough to make her start to tear up, but she wasn’t going to break down into helpless sobbing this time. She was going to stand strong and firm behind her best friend, and be her support in case she got nervous.

And on the day of their wedding, what pony in her right mind wouldn’t be at least a little bit nervous?

“Oh my goodness… this is really it…” Rarity sniffled to herself and clasped her hooves together in front of her. “Our Fluttershy is getting married…”

“You just realized that?” Applejack cocked her eyebrow curiously beside her.

“Oh hush, there’s a difference between knowing it and really feeling it.” Rarity shuddered in excitement in the folds of her flowing bridesmaid’s dress. “Oh she must be so terribly nervous…” She glanced over at Applejack, who was simply rolling her eyes. “How are you so unemotional about this? It’s your brother she’s marrying.”

“And I ain’t nothin’ but happy for ‘em. But I’m not gonna start crying ‘bout it, it’s a good thing.”

“Well of course it’s a good thing, but that doesn’t mean-“

“Sssh!” Rainbow Dash hissed sharply. “I think we’re finally getting started. It’s about time. If I have to stand here in this dress much longer I think I’m going to snap!”

“Crackle pop!” Pinkie Pie… agreed?

The gigantic crowd, comprised almost entirely of Apple family members, was beginning to hush, and silence settled over the grassy plateau just outside of Ponyville. One of the premier musicians from Canterlot, Octavia Melody, took the small stage built to the left of the podium and approached her violin, accompanied by several other ponies taking their own instruments. It was only moments later when music began to fill the air, hauntingly beautiful strings in a most delightfully familiar tune that almost made Rarity break down crying.

Oh Celestia, it was really happening.

Big Macintosh made his way toward the front, accompanied down by Granny Smith, who seemed calm, if not delighted at the events transpiring this glorious day. Apple Bloom and her two little friends bounced up the aisle, their little baskets spilling flower petals across the grass, a couple wafting away in the breeze into the legs of the enraptured crowd.

Finally, the procession had passed, and Fluttershy herself made her way up the aisle, one of Rarity’s finest gowns flowing from her back as she approached the podium at a slow walk. Angel Bunny and several of his closest animal friends carried the train, making sure that it wouldn’t be grass-stained by the time she reached the front. Soon, Fluttershy reached her position and stood beside her tall, strapping husband-to-be, who met her with a gentle smile.

Twilight Sparkle cleared her throat from her position behind the podium as the last strings of the violin faded away. “Friends, family, loyal animal companions. In my short time as a princess of Equestria I’ve had many honors… but being asked to conduct the wedding for one of my best friends has to be the highest honor I have yet to receive. I can’t think of a better cause for us all to come together in celebration, because if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that love is like friendship. It can be difficult, but its benefits in the joy it brings to those who share it, are undeniable.”

A three-inch stack of papers hovered magically off the podium, the page on top moving to the back before settling down on the podium again. The collective groans from the crowd went unnoticed as Twilight continued to talk.

And talk.

And talk some more.

Even Celestia’s sun seemed to be having trouble staying awake. It was drifting towards its resting place in the far distance by the time Twilight’s speech came to an end. “-I hope we can all someday find the love that these two have clearly found for each other. But I think we’ve heard enough about love… let’s see it in action. Big Macintosh, do you take Fluttershy to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”

“Eeeyup.”

“Fluttershy? Do you take Big Macintosh to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”

Fluttershy turned toward him. “I do.”

Twilight nodded in satisfaction. “The wedding bands, please.”

Apple Bloom approached with a pillow in one hoof, having retrieved them from Spike. Big Macintosh took a small circlet, which he clipped carefully around the base of Fluttershy’s right wing, while Fluttershy slipped a loose necklace around Big Macintosh’s neck.

“By the power vested in me as a princess of Equestria, I now pronounce you wife and husband. You may now kiss the groom.”

“Oh gosh… right here in front of everypony?” Fluttershy blushed deeply.

Big Macintosh went even redder than usual. “Nnope…”

“Er…” Twilight stuttered.

The awkward moment was broken up by the sound of loud, thumping music from the speakers set up beside the stage. The sound was accompanied by a sudden flurry of balloons erupting from small boxes lying around the grassy field.

Vinyl Scratch was just taking the stage with a bright grin with Pinkie Pie by her side. “Yeah! Come on everypony! The dull part’s over, get those chairs out of the way and let’s have some fun!”

“Yeah! Finally!” Rainbow Dash immediately flew right out of her dress, leaving it in a coiled pile on the grass.

Rarity shrieked and rushed over to pick it up. “Nono! It’s going to stain! Quick! Somepony! I need soap, ASAP! This is an emergency!”

Applejack walked past her with a light laugh. “Leave it alone, Rarity, just let the dress go and come enjoy the reception. We ain’t done bein’ there for Fluttershy quite yet.”

“B-but-but!” Rarity stammered and looked down at the dress. She could already see a little green on it… it was too late. The dress was gone.

With a sigh she let the dress tumble from her hoof and turned to approach the reception that was rapidly beginning. The Apple family members were gleefully throwing and kicking chairs out of the way to begin a wild and feverish dance, completely disregarding that the newlyweds were supposed to dance first, gently. Oh well, she’d come to expect no less from that family, and having Pinkie in charge of the reception didn’t help. Fluttershy didn’t seem too terribly upset about it as she approached through the crowd with her new husband, though.

“Oh Fluttershy, congratulations!” Rarity threw a two-hoofed hug around her best friend. “You looked positively radiant.”

Fluttershy was practically glowing. “Anypony would look beautiful in your dresses, Rarity. Thank you so much for making them.”

“Oh think nothing of it! You would have made anything look good out there.” Rarity turned to her husband. “And congratulations to you as well, Big Macintosh.”

“Thanks.” Macintosh smiled brightly.

“Hehe, we really are so happy that this is finally over. All of the waiting has been just dreadful, but it’s all worth it.” Fluttershy sighed dreamily. “We’re husband and wife, and all that’s left before our new life is… hehe… is the honeymoon…” She went slightly pink in the cheeks.

Rarity couldn’t help a soft blush of her own at the thought of what a honeymoon would entail. “Hehe, yes, the… honeymoon… is quite important for a new marriage. Do you know where you’re going?”

“Not yet, I let Twilight handle most of the planning… she really likes planning after all, and I didn’t have the heart to not let her. But she promised me it would be an experience we’ll never forget.” Fluttershy leaned her cheek affectionately on her husband’s broad, muscular shoulder.

Rarity gulped, trying to fight back the mental images of that powerful stallion mounting her best friend, pushing the dress right up and getting to work on their honeymoon activities. Oh how unforgettable that would be. She could practically hear Fluttershy’s squealing and moaning as her marehood was penetrated right there beside the dancing crowd, harder, harder, and even harder still.

“Rarity?” Fluttershy took a step closer and raised a hoof to touch Rarity’s cheek. “Are you okay? You look like you’re having a panic attack!”

“Gah!” Rarity took a reflexive step back, forced out of her daydream. She could feel her heart pounding, her breath coming in quick pants, and the familiar moisture between her hind legs. Thank goodness for her wide, flowing, concealing bridesmaid’s dress. “I-I’m fine! Just… I just get a little misty-eyed at weddings, you understand. I guess it just got to me a little late, ahehehe…”

“Oh, poor Rarity. I understand. There’s plenty of food and punch on the table over there if you want to get a bite and calm down.”

“I think I shall, thank you.” Rarity forced a smile. “Congratulations again, to both of you.” Rarity waved off her best friend and spouse before turning to walk toward the refreshment table.

The moment she was out of sight Rarity bit her lip and whirled to head for the edge of the crowd, breaking into a gallop once she was free and racing towards the nearby tree line. No sooner was she able to duck behind a tree than she pushed her back up against it, sinking into a sitting position and plunging both of her forehooves between her hind legs.

There was no stopping the strangled moan that escaped her throat as her hooves quickly went to work, drenching themselves in her juices and sating the wicked heat that had begun to build without warning. She didn’t even care that she was sitting on the edge of her dress, digging it into the grass and ruining it forever. She didn’t care that she was sitting outside at the edge of the forest where she could be found any time, she didn’t care that she’d had to abandon her best friend’s reception to masturbate herself silly.

What she did care about came soon enough, the electric feeling that tingled through her body, drawing more moans from a dry throat that soon began to soften as her body relaxed. She surely looked a mess now, sitting on the grass, leaning against the tree with her hind legs splayed crudely before her as if inviting the nearby trees to have fun. How long had it been since her last orgasm, anyway? She wasn’t quite sure… and that made her think it was too long. Masturbating was a nice thirst-quencher, but it didn’t satisfy her.

Thankfully, she knew where to find satisfaction.

___

The sun had given way to the moon a while ago, casting a cold, pale light across the town of Ponyville, and bringing with it a slightly chilly wind as the unicorn mare approached a square, nondescript but massive building on the edge of town. Its discovery had given her quite a shock at first. Revulsion, hatred, even an urge to destroy it completely with her unicorn magic…

Now Rarity… or rather, Sister Sequin… was a regular customer.

The unicorn’s eyes were covered with a purple sequined ballroom mask, through which she knew her eyes would appear a vivid and enticing shade of green, thanks to a particular enchantment. On each flank was a patch of white silk, similarly enchanted to stay in place and blend in with her snow-white coat, each adorned with a picture of her purple mask as a faux cutie mark. Just about the only thing about her that was normal were her waves of deep violent mane and tail and her white coat, but changing those would just be criminal.

The bouncer looked up from his position right outside the ordinary looking door, which had three words inscribed on the front: Piece of Passion.

“Good evening, Miss Sequin.”

“Likewise, Door Guard.” Sequin nodded with a bright smile as a small bag of jingling bits hovered off of her back into his pocket, and the door swung open without question.

On the inside was everything a pony could desire for a nice night on the town. There was a food bar with treats and drinks of all kinds embedded into the wall on her right with tables spread out in front of it, while on the left was a dance floor in front of a stage on which a mediocre but lively band played their hearts out, and dancers entertained the crowd with moves that one could only describe as crude, sexual, and extremely arousing. In front of her, on the far side of the room, were several hallways going deeper into the building toward the private rooms.

Sequin wasn’t much of a dancer, so she made her way over toward the dining area instead. Technically, they weren’t supposed to do anything naughty out here in the main entertainment room, but that didn’t stop the truly adventurous and excited from doing it anyway. Such as the mare she caught sight of eating at one of the tables, sandwich in hoof and trying to look inconspicuous as a head bobbed in front of her from under the table, some other mare’s head pressed tightly in between her hind-legs. It wasn’t allowed, but unless somepony complained, they usually didn’t do anything about it, and she wasn’t in a complaining mood tonight.

“The usual, Sister Sequin?” One of the chefs smiled from behind the counter.

“Of course.” She slipped up onto one of the barstools and turned to look back toward the dance floor to weigh her options. There was a good number of strapping stallions in that crowd, with several standing outside the crowd just watching the dancers with looks of obvious interest in their eyes. It was easy to see who the longtime regulars were and who the first-timers were just by the expressions on their faces, even if she didn’t recognize most of them.

She plucked her glass of wine from the counter and took a few sips, leaning back against the counter. There was one familiar face just outside the crowd, at least. The pegasus, Thunderlane. Rainbow Dash had introduced them once, but she’d never spoken with him formally one-on-one. He wore no mask or disguise, and he was clearly new here from the nervous, almost terrified expression on his face. He was probably wondering how to approach one of the mares on the dance floor for sex without offending them, she thought to herself with a chuckle. She’d had the same problem at first. It was a lot easier once one realized that they were all here for the same thing.

Her horn holding her glass by her head, Rarity pushed away from the counter to approach the black stallion. “You look like you could use come companionship.”

“Gah!” Thunderlane whirled toward her in surprise. “Oh… I-I guess so, sure. I’ve never been here before, it’s still really, really weird…”

Sequin chuckled mirthfully. “Oh it never stops being weird, but sometimes a little weirdness can be quite welcome, don’t you think?”

“Heh, I guess that makes sense, sure. I’m Thunderlane.”

Sequin smiled brighter. He didn’t recognize her… good. She hated it when she was recognized. It happened far too often in a small town like this where almost everypony knew everypony else. It was such a turn off to be Rarity again when she wanted to be sexy Sister Sequin. “Sequin. Sister Sequin. You should try not to be so nervous, have a little wine, have a little fun.” Her horn brought her drink around toward him, resting the glass in his hoof.

“Having fun is what I’m here for, I suppose.” Thunderlane flashed a suave smile before taking a few sips from her glass.

“It’s what we’re all here for, darling.” Sequin’s lips curled into her best saucy smile. “So don’t be afraid to ask somepony for what we all want…”

“Is that right?” He gazed at her over the rim of the wine glass for a moment, then lowered it with a slightly nervous smile. “Would you like to have some fun with me, then?”

“I would answer… but it would be simpler to answer in the back.” Sequin turned to walk away from him toward the rear hallways. “Follow me.”

She made her way down the hallway without looking back, listening for the sound of his hoofsteps following close behind her. Her hips shook a little more than usual as she walked, letting her tail hang loose and free behind her legs. She wasn’t sure how much attention he was paying to it, but if the slightly heavier stamping of his hooves was any indication; her efforts did not go unnoticed.

Her magic pushed one of the already open doors aside and walked in, stepping just off to one side to let her companion in after her. His red cheeks betrayed his thoughts, a fact she noted with a smile as she pushed the door closed behind him. It locked automatically the moment it shut, a useful precaution considering the state many ponies were in when they came back here.

Thunderlane turned at the sound of the lock clocking into place. “Heh… useful feature…”

“Quite.” Sequin approached her partner with her best sultry smile, placing a hoof on his shoulder and pulling him into a deep nuzzle. She felt his muscles tense under her grip. “Do try to relax, darling.”

“I’m sorry… I’m just a little nervous. I mean… is this really okay?” Thunderlane gulped. “I don’t know you at all, and… this is supposed to be kind of a special thing.”

“It’s a natural thing.” Sequin nibbled on his ear softly between sentences. “Something ponies just sometimes… need, you know?”

Thunderlane took a deep, hissing breath. “Yeah… I know what you mean. I most definitely have been needing it for a while now…”

“Then relax…” Sequin pushed him toward the bed gently, pushing him onto his back on the thick, comfortable, freshly washed sheets. “And allow Sister Sequin to give you what you need… while I get what I need, of course.”

Thunderlane flashed a goofy grin. “Heh… it’d be my pleasure, milady.” The word made Sequin’s body tingle.

“Mmmmh, that deserves much… praise…” Sequin reached down slowly, finding his penis already partially erect and stroking it gently with the bottom of her leg, careful to keep her hoof away from the sensitive flesh. She felt his body jolt at the touch, but it quickly relaxed again as her hoof stroked up and down his length, as if drawing it from its sheath. Agonizingly slowly it emerged, bit by bit, until it was standing full and hard in the open air, every bit as lewd, disgusting, and exciting as she’d ever seen.

She moved down slowly to run her tongue strategically up his shaft, once strange and unfamiliar, but now finding just the rights spots along its length to draw the guttural moans from her partner. She couldn’t help but compare the stallions she bedded to the first stallion that took her to bed and showed her what sex could be. Thunderlane was a bit smaller than Rapidfire had been, but he was still a good size. Besides, size didn’t matter as much when she knew how to use it.

Her tongue found its way to his tip, her lips closing and suckling on it teasingly for just a moment before moving her mouth away from him. He bit his lip in frustration and tried to thrust a bit, but found only open air as Sequin moved beside it, crawling up his body from the side to take his hoof in her own. She rolled to her back suddenly, pulling him with her and yanking him downward while she slid up, until she was holding his head right in front of her wet, glistening vagina.

“I shouldn’t need to explain this part…” Sequin smiled. It turned out she didn’t, nor did she need to ask before she felt his lips and tongue press sloppily and wetly against her waiting marehood. Another good sign. A stallion who refused to please her in turn wasn’t worth her time. More than one stallion had been left hard and frustrated after demanding satisfaction.

That wasn’t happening this time, though. Sweet Celestia, it surely wasn’t happening this time. Her legs curled into the bed-sheets and she bit her lip against a strangled moan at the feel of his tongue between her legs. He was quick, sloppy, and unsure, but the passion and effort he put into it was definitely worthy of applause. Her body jolted in pleasure when she felt his tongue probe her clitoris, then suddenly she felt very cold and alone… the lips had moved away from her.

She looked down with a groan to see Thunderlane sitting beside her with a wry smile, crawling up toward her head just as she had done before. “Turnabout is fair play, is it?” Sequin giggled.

“So they say…” Thunderlane crawled up toward her head, wrapping his hooves around her shoulders as his hips slid between her open and waiting hind legs. “I think you’re more than wet enough…”

“I think you’re more than hard enough…” Sequin groaned and wrapped her hind legs around his waist. “And big enough…”

“Nnngh… you can tell me if it is after it’s inside you…” He brought himself forward, pressing his chest to hers as he reached down with one hoof, and soon brought his tip up against her moist, waiting slit.

Sequin positioned herself more comfortably on top of the mattress as she felt him press against her, then slowly inside of her. A strangled moan escaped her throat as it entered her, inch by inch, until she felt his hips press firmly up against hers. “Oh yes… it’s plenty big enough…”

Spurred on by her encouragement, Thunderlane’s body engulfed hers, beginning to move swiftly into her in quickly, rhythmic thrusts of his hips. Her cheek pressed into his neck encouragingly, burying her face in his coat as his powerful thrusts buried him deeper and deeper inside of her, his muscles tensing and clinging to her with each thrust. She could practically feel his need in the desperate way he took her.

Her head fell back against the pillow with a deep moan, her body twitching just moments before she felt his seed begin to explode inside of her. His thrusts grew quick and erratic, driving inside of her without grace or restraint in his eagerness to fill her, and she didn’t mind. She let him empty himself, stroking her inner walls all the while, but when he was done she didn’t release him.

Instead she calmly rolled them over, pushing him to his back and kissing at the bottom of his throat, refusing to allow him to rest. She’d dealt with this before, stallions who didn’t know exactly how to please a mare… an innocent ignorance she was eager to rectify.

She took his hoof in her own, sliding it down the front of her body between them until she could press it up against her slit. She felt his hoof press against her entrance slowly, stroking up and down at her insistence.

“Oh yes…” Sequin groaned in pleasure and acceptance. “Right here… right here…” She pulled his hoof upward slightly, until it was pressing directly against her clitoris. Thunderlane’s hoof stroked up and down her most sensitive place, sending electric sparks of pleasure racing through her already aroused body. She shivered and rested her head against his chest as her hips began to grind against his hoof, pressing him tighter into her marehood.

She felt his lips kissing and stroking her horn, and his free hoof circling her body to hold her close. Her entire body felt like it was ready to ignite, until she felt his hoof press in a swift circle against her clitoris one last time, sending her teetering over the brink of her own pulsing orgasm.

“Aaaauughn!” Her throat yowled, her hips bucked, and her horn pulsed with reflexive magic, but all too soon the sensation began to dissipate. It was far from the most satisfying sex she’d ever had… but satisfying it was. When she looked up from her position lying on his chest, Thunderlane was eyeing her with a wide, almost awed expression on his face despite his visible fatigue.

“Oh Goddess…” Thunderlane looked tired. “That was ridiculously hot…”

Sequin grinned. “Thank you, I do aim to please. As do you, obviously.” Sequin pushed herself over slowly, rolling to her back on the bed beside him. For several minutes they lay side-by-side, staring up at the ceiling and trying to catch their heaving breaths.

At last Thunderlane spoke. “You’re not… going to get pregnant, are you?”

“Please darling, I know how to take precautions. I’m on a birth control pill.”

“Oh, right, I didn’t mean to imply you weren’t smart or anything…”

“Mmm…” Sequin rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her hoof to look at his face. “You don’t have to answer, I know many ponies prefer their privacy here, but I am curious… what brings you here?”

“What do you mean? Isn’t that obvious? Heh…” Thunderlane grinned goofily.

Sequin grinned. “Besides that, silly. I mean why must you resort to a place like this? You’re a strapping young stallion, gentle, generous… surely there’s a mare out there who would love to be with you.”

Thunderlane took a deep breath. “Maybe there would be, but I spend most of my time focusing on my job on the weather patrol, and taking care of my little brother. I just don’t have time to focus on a relationship too, not right now. But I’ve been feeling very… lonely lately, as a result. Thought maybe I could come here and see what happens.”

“I see.” Sequin smiled sympathetically. “I’m sorry to hear that. I’m certain you’ll make some mare very happy someday.”

“Thank you.” Thunderlane met her gaze. “How about you? What’s your story?”

“As I said, some ponies prefer their privacy here. I am one such pony.”

“I understand.” Thunderlane smiled. “Maybe we’ll meet outside of this place sometime, Sister Sequin.”

“It’s not outside the realm of possibility.” Sequin lay back on her pillow at that, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. Thunderlane was a sweet guy, to be sure, but she wasn’t ready to take her life in this building home with her. What would her mother say? What would Sweetie Belle say? What would all of her friends say if they knew that posh, proud, successful businesspony Rarity liked to become somepony else and spend her weekends getting anonymously bucked?

The thought made her shudder. In the back of her mind she had to wonder though if this was something Rapidfire has faced. After all, he was the one who introduced her to this, and he was a far bigger celebrity than she was. Surely he’d had to deal with the stigma attached to it at some point in his life…

___

“Are you kidding me with this?” Spitfire’s voice hardened the second she saw her brother’s bedraggled body standing in the doorway, looking like he’d just rolled over a hundred carpets and smelling like he’d bathed in pony sweat. Far too many times she’d seen him return to their home in Cloudsdale looking like this, and it was starting to get on her nerves. Which only pissed her off more; spending her days yelling at unruly, disorderly cadets was bad enough without coming home and dealing with this over and over again.

Still, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down before she spoke again. “You went to that place again, didn’t you?”

“And so what if I did?” Rapidfire pushed the door closed behind him.

“So what? A lot of so what’s. So you’re a Wonderbolt! You represent the most prestigious pegasus institution on the planet, let alone in Equestria! So you’re a grown stallion, you should be acting like one instead of sneaking off to buck random barely-legal fillies in some barely-disguised brothel! So if anypony finds out it’ll ruin you, and put a stain on the image of the Wonderbolts that may never be wiped clean!”

Rapidfire rolled his eyes. “First of all, it’s not a brothel if nopony’s getting paid for it. Second, you don’t usually complain about who I decide to sleep with, why does it matter where I meet them?”

“There’s a difference between meeting a filly and hitting it off with her, and going out looking for sex.” Spitfire took a deep breath, unable to hide the worried expression on her face any longer. “I think you might have a problem, big brother.”

“Oh please.” Rapidifre shook his head and moved to march past her. “We should get some sleep; we’re going to Canterlot soon for the Wonderbolts seminar.”

Spitfire turned to call after him. “Yeah, you think you’ll be able to focus on that for a change? I’ve noticed how your mind tends to wander these days… and so do your eyes.”

Rapidfire stopped, his tone exasperated. “Enjoying sex is perfectly natural, Spitfire, so get off my case. I’m perfectly capable of performing my duties.”

“It’s not your duties I’m worried about…”

“Well that should be all that matters to you, so we have nothing else to discuss.” Rapidfire marched into the back leaving his little sister standing in the front hallway.

Spitfire gritted her teeth in worry… but he was right. She couldn’t order him to stop doing whatever he wanted. She just hoped there really wasn’t anything wrong, no matter how wrong it felt to her…

Buck Wild Part 2

Carousel Boutique was quiet, aside from all of the objects floating rapidly through the air and piling themselves into a large bag in the living room, where Rarity examined each object critically before deciding if she really needed it. It turned out she really needed almost everything. It wasn’t often she left Ponyville to fill an order for a client, but getting an emergency order from Sapphire Shores was definitely worth the inconvenience. Besides, getting out of Ponyville for a couple of days was always nice. She loved her town, and she loved her friends, but a vacation from them did wonders for her sanity.

Besides, many new opportunities had opened up for her during her last trip. So many important members of the Canterlot elite had learned her name, and then there was that one amazing night with Rapidfire. Her body tingled all over again just thinking about it. She thought for a moment to head back to the Piece of Passion and leave for Canterlot tomorrow, but the message had made clear this was an emergency order, and letting her most famous client down could ruin all of the work she’d done to build her reputation.

“Now I’m pretty sure I’m not forgetting anything…” Rarity tapped a hoof against her chin.

Her head jerked up and toward the front door when she heard the jingle of the bell signal its opening. “I’m sorry, Carousel Boutique will be closed for a few days.”

“Really?” Sweetie Belle’s head poked into the room. “You’re closing? You never close!”

Rarity responded with a light laugh. “Oh Sweetie Belle, it’s just for a few days while I go to Canterlot to fill an emergency order for an important client.”

“Oh…” Sweetie Belle’s ears hung low behind her head. “I suppose you don’t have time to talk, huh?”

“Talk?” Rarity giggled and turned toward her. “I always have time for you, Sweetie Belle. What did you need to talk about?”

“Well, it…” Sweetie blushed. “It’s kind of about a boy.”

No sooner had the words left Sweetie’s mouth than Rarity swept her up with her magic and thrusted her onto the couch with a small poof, with Rarity plopping down on the cushion beside her.

“Do go on, darling!”

“Oh! Um… okay. Well, there’s this boy who’s kind of cute, but I’m not sure how to talk to him. Like, what if I scare him or something?”

Rarity giggled. “Well boys can certainly be less brave than they try to act. But I think if you want to get along with this boy you should get him to want to talk to you.”

“That would be amazing, but how?”

“Well, properly beautifying yourself would certainly help,” Rarity swept her hooves grandly in front of her. “Make yourself so beautiful that he won’t be able to help but approach you! Oh, but you must be careful not to make yourself unattainable, so don’t go overboard!”

“So… make myself beautiful… but not too beautiful?”

“Exactly! I admit it can be a bit tricky figuring out exactly how beautiful you need to be, but it really depends on the boy. Who has caught the eye of my sweet sister?”

Sweetie Belle smiled through a renewed blush. “Oh, it’s this boy in class named Button Mash. He seems really sweet, but he can be kind of quiet around other ponies.”

“Ah, then you want something that looks comforting and gentle but enticing at the same time.” Rarity rapped her hoof against her chin. “I bet we could simply work on your mane to say something like that. Yes, yes, I can see it now… something long and straight that flows as you walk, unassuming and simple but eye-catching.” Rarity rubbed her hooves together. “His eyes will follow you across the classroom, unable to turn away. Who is that adorable filly who just walked in? And why can I not look away from her? His legs work without thought, carrying him toward her, drawn by the gentle splendor of a mane and coat freshly washed and covered in glitter and gemstones. Nothing can stop him, not even himself as he takes her in his hooves and-“

“Rarity!” Sweetie Belle shrieked with bright red cheeks. “Why are you being so gross!?”

“Guh?” Rarity snapped out of her reverie with a gasp of shock, as if suddenly finding herself back in the real world again. “Gross?”

“Yes! I want to talk to him, not have him take me in his hooves.”

“Oh…” Rarity blushed deeply. “Sweetie Belle, I certainly didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I… er…”

“Ewe!” Sweetie Belle turned to march away from her toward the door, her face redder than one of her friend’s apples. “Just forget it! I’ll ask mom!”

Rarity watched her march outside, then looked down at her hooves. Her mind really had gotten away from her there, and worse yet, she actually felt slightly aroused from imagining her sister and her little colt friend being close. She couldn’t help but feel strange and disgusted with herself. That was her baby sister she was thinking about, almost half her age, and here she was imagining her getting into… adult situations with her same-aged colt friend.

She must have really needed another release more than she thought if she was starting to imagine her sister and getting turned on by it, but she didn’t have time to go to the club before her train departed for Canterlot. She bit her lip and tapped her hooves together in deep thought. She needed her release, but Sapphire Shores was by far her most important and highest-paying customer. If she blew her off not only would she be out a lot of bits, but her reputation would take a huge hit.

“Is this really a question?” Rarity scoffed at herself as she loaded her bags into her wagon to take to the train station. She was not going to throw her career away so she could go get bucked. She would simply have to deal with it until her business was complete. It wasn’t like she needed it or anything, she was a classy lady with plenty of self-control. Her hormones could wait until she got back from her business.

___

“Line up, and listen up!” Spitfire’s voice roared over the gathered crowd of Wonderbolt’s cadets as she marched back and forth in front of the carriages slated to carry them all to Canterlot. Her sunglasses glinted in the bright daylight as she marched back and forth in front of them. “This Wonderbolts seminar is not just any old boring speech you can sleep through, every Wonderbolt and cadet from every region of Equestria will be attending, and I expect the Cloudsdale main branch to be represented as the best of the best, as it should be! Am I clear!?”

“Ma’am yes ma’am!” the cadets roared back in unison.

Spitfire narrowed her eyes. “Good. Because for a select few of you, this is the opportunity to drop the cadet title…”

Her words drifted off into background noise as Rapidfire’s eyes wandered from the crowd of cadets, suddenly spotting one of their attendants piling their bags into the rearmost carriage, a cute Pegasus mare with orange freckles and bright blonde hair in a braid, streaming over a light green coat. He looked back over the cadets for a moment, but they were all focused on Spitfire and her speech… so he saw no harm in gingerly slipping away from the crowd for a moment. He wouldn’t want to be rude to the help, after all.

He approached the cute mare with a bright smile. “Hello there.”

The mare looked up in surprise, then went bright red. “Ack! It’s Rapidfire! You’re one of the Wonderbolts! I’m such a huge fan!”

“Really? Then why didn’t you come say hi? I don’t bite.”

“Oh, my boss said I wasn’t allowed to. You’re a big celebrity, and being constantly approached might make you uncomfortable.”

Rapidfire grinned “Well if it’s by a sweet mare like you I certainly wouldn’t mind. What’s your name?”

“Hehe… Cloudkicker…”

“Nice to meet you, Cloudkicker. Would you like to get a drink with me?”

“A-a drink?” Cloudkicker blushed brighter. “But aren’t you departing soon…?”

Rapidfire jerked as a hoof slammed into the side of his head, knocking him into the side of the luggage wagon. “Yes, he is!” Spitfire roared and pointed past the mare. “You need to finish up and go. Now.”

“Y-yes ma’am!” Cloudkicker whirled to stuff the last few bags hurriedly onto the wagon, then rushed away from the two Wonderbolts.

“What the heck, Spitfire?” Rapidifre rubbed his head. “You can’t just smack around your fellow Wonderbolts! I know I’m your brother but it’s still completely inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate? I know I didn’t just hear that from the stallion who was trying to pick up mares while he’s on duty!”

“I was not picking her up, I was saying hi. There’s no rule against being civil with civilians.”

“Don’t patronize me, I know exactly what you were doing!” Spitfire took a deep breath. “Now if you’re done making a fool of me in front of the cadets, you need to take charge of your half on the way there. If you think you can keep your eyes off of the mares during the trip.”

Rapidfire narrowed his eyes defensively. “Hey, I would never use my position to harass a cadet!”

“I sure hope so, because I won’t try to save you from any stupid consequences you bring down on your head. Now come on.” Spitfire whirled to march back towards the crowd of cadets, leaving Rapidfire glaring after her.

How could she even accuse him of wanting to take advantage of their cadets? Just because he was having a conversation with a cute mare? It was simply unthinkable! The very thought of it made his blood boil. How could his own sister think so little of him as to accuse him of something like that? It was way out of line… but for now she was right about one thing. They had a duty to attend to. They could talk about this later.

___

Rarity watched the city of Canterlot rush past her carriage, pulled along the city streets by a pair of strong and, she had to say, rather handsome stallions. It didn’t take such fine male specimens long to reach Sapphire Shores’ mansion in the rich district of Canterlot, where Rarity hopped off of her carriage with her bag plopping onto the ground beside her.

“Thank you ever so much, gentlemen. I’ll be sure to keep you in mind the next time I… need something.” Rarity winked.

“Any time, miss.” One of the stallions smiled back. “We’ll be back when you’re ready to return to the train station.”

“Thank you, I’ll be calling in a couple of days.” Rarity waved after the carriage as the stallions turned to trot down the street, then lifted her bag magically beside her as she moved to knock on the door.

The door opened with a groan as a well-dressed unicorn maid smiled out at her from inside. “Good afternoon, Miss Rarity. Sapphire Shores is in her private relaxation room.”

“Thank you very much.” Rarity followed the maid into the back of the house, leaving her bag to be collected by another maid waiting by her side. The first maid opened the opened the door into a large, cozily decorate living room furnished with everything a pony could possibly relax with. Thick carpets, a treadmill, a wall lined with books, an extremely expensive private reel-to-reel film projector and even a swimming pool carved into the floor and surrounded by a waist-high gate so the water couldn’t slosh out and ruin the carpet. The walls were made of delicate, tinted glass that allowed a view outside without allowing ponies on the street to look in.

Rarity looked around in confusion for a moment before Sapphire Shores’ head suddenly broke the surface of the pool with a bright grin. “Rarity! Just who I’ve been waiting for, and right on time. Not that I’d expect less.” She swam to the edge of the pool to climb out, her coat dripping water as she approached the fence, but didn’t lean over it. “Come on over here.”

“Okay…” Rarity stepped over the plush carpet on her way to approach the fence. She always considered herself straight… but sweet Celestia the coat clinging to that toned, athletic body was just the most beautiful sight. “What… what was the emergency order for?”

“Here’s the low down. The annual Wonderbolts seminar is going down in Canterlot in a couple of days, but the closing entertainment they had booked cancelled on them at the last minute.”

“Oh… so you’re going to be performing at the Wonderbolts seminar? That’s wonderfully prestigious!”

“Of course it is, who else would they get?”

“Whoever they got the first time?” Rarity posed with a half-smile. Her smile faded at the sight of Sapphire’s glower. “Er… do go on.”

“I can use some of my old songs, but I’ll be darned if I’m going to perform at a function like that wearing one of my old outfits. I need something new from you. Something new and sassy. The Wonderbolts are military; they want something with some attitude on it.”

“Attitude, I can most certainly handle that!” Rarity nodded swiftly. “A few days isn’t much time though, do you have any kind of theme you’d like me to adhere to?”

“Rarity, you have yet to let me down. I think I’ll leave it all up to you, I know I’ll love it.”

Rarity beamed at the high praise from such a very important pony. “Gosh! I won’t let you down, Sapphire! I’ll get to work right away!”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Sapphire nodded in approval. “Made Pretty, please show Rarity to one of my private workrooms, and make sure she has all the materials she needs.”

“Yes ma’am.” Made nodded graciously and turned to lead Rarity down the hallway away from the relaxation room. The room they ended up in was padded enough to belong in an insane asylum, but in the amazing, walking-on-a-cloudy-rainbow kind of way. There were enough fabrics and machines in the room for her to make a dozen beautiful gowns if she wanted to, though all she needed was one outfit.

“Okay, Rarity. You can have this outfit done by tomorrow night, all you need is inspiration, and what is more inspirational than an amazing room like this?” Rarity walked into the room, tapping one hoof on her chin. Okay, so Sapphire Shores was going to be performing for the Wonderbolts, obviously something a bit more mature would be fitting. There were no children among their ranks after all, even among the cadets. These were grown ponies who were demanding to be entertained. And what is more entertaining than…?

She bit her lip with a soft giggle as she trotted quickly over to the table on the far side of the room, her horn dragging several sheets of paper and feather quills toward her from the bookshelf nearby. Almost of its own accord the quill dipped itself into the ink and began to draw, design after design scribbling themselves onto the paper, uncensored and unprovoked form the depths of her psyche.

She often got into creating-binges like this. Most of the results would simply get tossed out later for being too messy or rushed, but sometimes she found a design she never thought about consciously, but she could easily turn into something simply extraordinary. This was a particularly productive session. The papers flew across the table into a stack in front of her almost as quickly as her pen scratched across their surfaces. She didn’t consider herself this kind of artist, but years of practice sketching designs had given her penmanship a fine, flowing edge that brought her innermost thoughts and… sometimes… desires to life.

She felt her breath quicken and her cheeks flush with heat as her pen scratched across the papers. They drew the weaving, flowing gowns around the taut, powerful body of a mare with a confident grin and a knowing look in her eye.

It’s okay, paper Sapphire Shores seemed to say. Plenty of straight mares want me, you’re not the first.

“Oh my… are you certain?”

You know it, sweet thing. Just look at this tail and tell me how you couldn’t want me…

Rarity bit her lip again as her hoof slipped between her hind legs, staring down at her last sketch lying on the table in front of her. She could practically see Sapphire Shores staring back up at her, giving her a wide, enticing smile as her hoof began to rub up and down, quickly soaking itself in her immense arousal. Her breath caught in her throat and she nodded quickly. Yes, this was definitely the design she was going to go with… it had to be one of the greatest designs she’d ever come up with.

With her design chosen the remainder of the evening and night drifted away in a sea of spinning fabric and needles, and the occasional pause to relieve a little tension. A swift dinner of exquisite vegetable stew sat mostly eaten on the table near the door, but her focus remained on the pile of straps and lace coming together on the perfectly-sized mannequin. She was so full of eager; excitable energy even sleep didn’t take her without a fight, working well past the midnight hour.

Eventually however, despite her energy she couldn’t go on forever. Her eyes were beginning to blur, and she’d come dangerous close to putting needles through her hooves several times now. At last she set the threads aside and took a step back to admire the wavy, lacy white gown hanging before her. That was most certainly something special, if she did say so herself. It would be even more special when it was complete, too.

She turned toward the door in surprise when she heard it creaking open. She blinked through the dim candlelight to see Made Pretty step into the room with a concerned look in her eyes.

Made Pretty flashed a kind smile. “I’m sorry for the intrusion, Miss Rarity. I noticed the light on and was wondering if you were ready for me to show you back to your room for the night.”

“Yes, actually, you’re right on time. Thank you very much.” Rarity suppressed a yawn as she turned to leave behind the maid, following her down the hallway towards the guest rooms, of which there were a surprising number. She supposed when you were a celebrity like Sapphire Shores there were a lot of ponies who wanted to sleep with you. Or sleep under the same roof as you. Wait; was the first thing she thought right? She was pretty sure it was. Her fatigue-addled brain wasn’t that far gone… not nearly far gone enough to forget how attractive Sapphire Shores was, for a mare…

Of course, the mare whose tail she was looking at now wasn’t unattractive either. Made Pretty’s midnight blue mane was done up in a long ponytail that was weaving down near her tail, which was done up in a similar ponytail, both of which were a very pretty contrast from her storm cloud gray coat.

The maid pushed open one of the doors in the middle of the hallway and stepped back with a smile, her dark hazel eyes glittering in the moonlight through the windows. “This is your room, Miss Rarity. I’ll be on call all night, so please don’t hesitate to contact me if you need anything.”

“Is that so…?” Rarity gave her best sultry smile. “You know, I wouldn’t mind a little company, if you’re not too very tired…”

“A little company?” Made blinked in surprise. “Miss Rarity, I’m certain you need to rest to finish your work tomorrow…”

“My work will be finished before tomorrow night regardless.”

Made’s smile was more relaxed now as she moved past Rarity into the bedroom. “In that case, I wouldn’t mind staying up a little longer and talking. I’ve always admired your work.”

“Is that so?” Rarity closed the door to her room behind them, discreetly locking it with her magic.

“Yes, it’s beautiful, and it makes Sapphire Shores so happy. I take my service to her very seriously, so anything that makes her happy makes me happy.”

“That’s very admirable of you.” Rarity approached the mare. “But do you never take time to worry about your own happiness?”

Made chuckled. “Of course I do… I don’t work all of the time, after all. I have a private life.”

“And what do you like to do in your spare time?” Rarity moved past her towards the bed, climbing onto it and lying on her side facing her.

Made’s eyes twitched in interest, looking up and down her prone form. “All of the normal things a pony might choose to do, I guess. Live… love…”

Rarity smiled. “Won’t you come sit with me?”

Made blushed softly. “I must admit I’m surprised. I never imagined you to be so forward… or interested in mares.”

“I guess we can all be full of surprises, at times.” Rarity sat up, scooting closer to her. “Of course, if you’re not interested in mares, you need only say so and you can go…”

Made smiled slyly and approached the bed to sit down on the edge of the mattress beside her. “I didn’t say that. I just think you’re more interesting than I gave you credit for…”

“In a good way, I hope.” Rarity smiled.

“In a very good way…”

“Mmmm… then will you stay with me tonight?” Rarity smiled. “In case I need any… service.”

Made giggled with a bright grin. “How could I say no to that, Miss Rarity?”

“Please, call me Sister Sequin…”

“Sister Sequin?” Made blinked in surprise.

“Please…” Rarity batted her eyelashes. “It helps me get in the mood…”

Made grinned through her blush. “Whatever you say, Sister Sequin…”

Sister Sequin pulled the maid into her hooves and gave her a deep, lingering kiss on her soft, raspberry flavored lips. It was her first time kissing a mare, and by Celestia it was almost as intoxicating as being engulfed in the hooves of a powerful stallion. Hooves that wrapped around her body, pushing her onto her back on the thick, luxurious bedsheets and stroking every inch of her as her warm body pressed against hers from the front. She had already been wet, but now she could feel the aching need between her legs…

“You… do this with mares a lot…?” Sister Sequin asked through her soft moan.

“I’ve known who I was since I was a filly… and I’ve accepted it for just as long… yes, I’ve been with my share of mares…” Made Pretty’s lips danced up and down the front of her throat, digging into her fur and letting her tongue dance against her flesh. Sister Sequin couldn’t help a strangled groan. She’d never felt anything like that before, certainly not from any stallion she’d ever been with.

Sister Sequin’s body was shivering with anticipation as she felt Made’s mouth slide further and further down. The rough, wet tongue darted out through her fur, alternating with the soft, luscious lips that brought Sister Sequin quickly from ‘mildly aroused’ to ‘pulsing with desire’. Made’s motions were slow and deliberate, definitely the motions of a mare who knew her way around another mare’s body. Goddess, this was a mare she was being tongued by… and it didn’t bother her one bit. She just wanted that sweet release…

“Oohhhh… yes…” Sister Sequin moaned deep in her throat, a needy, guttural sound that only seemed to drive Made further down her body. Hind legs opened, lips met, and a much louder, strangled sound escaped her as the wetness of Made’s tongue probed at her already moist slit. Goddess, it felt so good after having to leave Ponyville without being really satisfied… she hadn’t even realized how badly she’d wanted it.

“Oh Goddess… yessss…” Sister Sequin hissed in pleasure, letting her hips buck rhythmically up against the lips pressed into her slit. Her eyes closed tightly as she moved, allowing her imagination to run wild. Sapphire Shores sneaking into her room, wanting her, needing her, surprising her in her sleep by squirming between her legs, bringing her to untold heights of pleasure without invitation, but with oh so much delight. Goddess, for a mare to elicit such feelings inside of her.

“Aaahhh! Aaaahhh Sapphire!” Sister Sequin shrieked in ecstasy. Suddenly her legs felt cold and lonely again, and her eyes opened to see Made Pretty glaring up at her from between her thighs. “Wh-what?” Sister Sequin panted as she brushed her hair aside with one hoof.

“You bitch.” A hoof slapped Rarity across the cheek sharply, knocking her head against the pillow before the maid climbed off of the bed. “I know this was a one night stand but for Celestia’s sakes, at least don’t pretend I’m somepony more attractive!”

“Wh-what? I-I wasn’t!” Rarity sat up quickly.

“Goodnight, MISS.” Made opened the door and stepped outside, slamming it behind her sharply with a pulse of unicorn magic.

Rarity winced as the wood splintered slightly from the force of the maid’s fury. She deserved that, she supposed. Even during a one night stand speaking the wrong name in pleasure was incredibly rude. Nopony wanted to feel like their partner imagined them looking like somepony else, even if that somepony else was a pony as gorgeous as Sapphire Shores…

She bit her lip and moved her hooves between her legs again, feeling hollow and empty, but in desperate need of release. She could finish herself off tonight, and finish Sapphire’s outfits tomorrow in plenty of time for the show. Then she could go home and get back to her proper lifestyle.

Goddess, tomorrow was going to be a difficult day for her… but she could get through it. It wasn't like she needed sex. No, it wasn't like that at all.