Rarity stared at her face in the bathroom mirror with a look of consternation. This was dreadful.

She’d accepted long ago that being friends with Pinkie Pie would lead to certain out of the ordinary situations, of course. That simply went without saying. This, though? This was out of the ordinary even for her.

And yet, at the kitchen table, when Pinkie asked if she wanted her to use the secret password to remove her penis early, she said no.

Why? Rarity didn’t want to play this game. Really, she didn’t. It was uncouth, and uncivil, undignified, and just about every other un-word she could think of.

But, on the other hand… In the most perverse way possible, it did sound like fun.

Extremely dirty, probably sticky fun, but fun none the less.

Also, Rarity hated being left out.

Not that her friends ever excluded her from things, just… Sometimes, they wouldn’t invite her to things because they assumed she wouldn’t be interested. And perhaps she wasn’t, but still, it would be nice to at least be invited.

So no, she wasn’t going to back out of this. She would play the game, and she would play to win, Celestia damn it.

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

Rarity raised an eyebrow as she heard her phone go off. Pulling it out of her waistband, she saw she had received a text from Pinkie.

Why is Pinkie texting me? she thought as she unlocked her phone and opened the message.

Lighting up her screen was a pretty typical selfie of Pinkie winking at the camera next to–

“Sweet Celestia!” Rarity dropped her phone. That was Twilight! Naked! And covered in–

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

Another text, no doubt from Pinkie. Rarity shook her head. To see a compromising picture of her friends, in what was clearly the aftermath of coitus, glistening with sweat and–

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

Another text. Rarity put her phone back in her waist band. She was not going to look. It didn’t matter if she could already feel the pressure against her leg building. Not the best day to wear jeans, she noted to herself.

“It is impolite to view such things, Rarity,” she said to herself.

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

“Oh, but it’s so much fun, Rarity!” She pulled her phone back out of her waist band and scrolled through the pictures.

The first one she’d already seen, but looked closer. Twilight’s lip wavered as slumped in the chair, defeated, her penis still erect and covering herself in her own ejaculate. Rarity giggled. “So Twilight was the first to fall, hmm? I’ll have to come up with some good zingers for her.”

The second picture showed Pinkie licking semen off of Twilight’s face, still winking at the camera, while Twilight’s mouth hung open and her eyes lay nearly closed, her cheeks a shade of crimson nearing Applejack’s cutie mark. Rarity cackled in delight. “Really, Twilight, did you even try to resist? The game only began twenty minutes ago.”

Rarity paused in her browsing to note that her penis was swelling with blood, and was horrifically uncomfortable trapped against her leg. Perhaps it would be a good idea to remove her jeans.

She quickly unfastened the button and drew the zipper down, and was immediately greeted by the sight of a fully erect white penis sticking out around the side of her thong. Oh dear… I’m quite excited… Rarity blushed.

Oh, but no one was around to see it, how much indignity could she really suffer?

Rarity reached down to see if she couldn’t find a way to tuck it inside her thong, but the moment she touched it she shuddered.

Oh my…

She pressed down on it while using her other hand to pull the fabric of the thong over it, but it was immediately evident there was simply not enough thong to do the job.

As the penis sprang back to attention Rarity panted. Touching it had made it worse, that was for certain; Now that she had, it yearned for more.

Rarity cradled it in one hand and gently stroked it, eliciting a shiver down her spine. The pain dissolved as she manipulated the appendage, replaced by spikes and lulls of gentle pleasure.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Rarity mumbled as she picked up her phone once more.

The next picture showed Pinkie mounting Twilight in reverse cowgirl while Twilight squeezed her breasts underneath her tanktop, the outlines of Twilight’s hands visible down to the slightest detail underneath the tight, blue fabric. Rarity’s hips jolted and she bit her lip as she continued stroking her member. Fuck, that is hot…

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

“Dammit, Pinkie, don’t text me while I’m ogling you,” Rarity mumbled as she opened the new text.

Hey Rarity, did u get th pics? ^_^

Rariy frowned at her phone as she typed a one-handed response.

Yes.

Quickly she went back to the pictures. The last one was disappointingly similar to the previous, but still, just about as hot. The way Twilight’s lip curled, her eyes rolling back–

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

“DAMMIT PINKIE WHAT DO YOU WANT!” Rarity shouted as she opened the new text.

Pretty hot, right? ^_^

Rarity scowled.

Yes.

She didn’t even make it back to the pictures this time.

U rnt very chatty 2day. U busy? ^_^

YES.

Whatcha doin? ^_^

Rarity grunted in frustration as she threw the phone back down on the counter and leaned on her wrists.

One wrist. Still needed the other one.

Slowly she gripped the phone in her magic and went back to the pictures. If she just relieved some of this tension, then she could go back to… to not doing this.

’And that’s the art of the dress~’

Rarity groaned as she opened the new text.

R U doing sumthing naughty? ^_^

Rarity’s cheeks burned as she continued to stroke faster.

NO.

Rly? Cuz U’ve been in there 4 an awful long time… ^_^

STOP TEXTING ME.

“There. Now I’ll just–”

Y? ^_^

Rarity shouted out an unintelligible string of syllables as she threw her phone down on the counter.

A moment later, she heard a giggling coming from the other side of the door.

“... No,” Rarity whispered, then unlocked the door and opened it.

Pinkie stood right on the other side. “Oh, hey Rarity, I was just texting you – woah!” Pinkie covered her mouth as she giggled and pointed between Rarity’s legs. “Indecent exposure!”

Rarity blinked. That minx! She did this on purpose! It was her plan all along, to get her all hot bothered, and then ambush her when she left the bathroom!

Rarity balled up her fist as flames of rage consumed her mind. Well then, let’s see how she likes it, no?

Rarity grabbed Pinkie in a levitation field and pulled her inside the bathroom, slamming her chest first onto the counter and relocking the door. “Ow! That wasn’t very nice!”

“SHUT UP!” Rarity roared as she pulled Pinkie’s skirt up.

“Hee hee, jeez Rarity, you could at least buy me dinner fir–”

“SHUT! UP!” Rarity screamed, pulling Pinkie’s panties down to reveal her glistening marehood. Rarity thrust her hips forward as hard as she could, burying her penis deep within. Her mind instantly dissolved once inside, the suckling pull of Pinkie’s folds erasing all rationality left in her.

“Oh~!” Pinkie yelped, still giggling. “Wow, you’re really excited, huh?”

“This is for making me play this – GUH – STUPID GAME,” Rarity shouted as she thrust as hard as she could against Pinkie’s backside, her hips slapping loudly off her ass with each movement. “And THIS – MMF – is for turning me into this – RRF– MONSTER!”

Oh, it was pure bliss. Every thrust felt like her entire body receiving the most extravagant of spa treatments, focused into one tiny point. Pinkie squeaked and squirmed with each smack of her ass, and Rarity smiled wider with each yelp. Electric tingles traveled up and down her spine with each satisfying thump.

“And THIS – NNG – is for being SO FUCKING CUTE,” she bellowed, punctuating a particularly powerful thrust that sent Pinkie’s hands scrambling to find the edges of the counter to hold on to. The harsh stroking of Pinkie’s lips against her skin made her entire body shudder.

Pinkie’s moans began rapidly outpacing her giggles. “Apologize!” Rarity shouted, struggling to maintain her demeanor as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

“I’m sorry!” Pinkie cried. Rarity could see both their faces in the mirror, and wasn’t sure whose was more red of the two.

“Good, now look at me!” She was close; The magic welled up in her loins, begging, demanding to be released.

“What? Oof!” Pinkie giggled as Rarity slammed into her again. “Why?”

“LOOK AT ME SO I CAN FINISH!” Rarity roared.

Pinkie turned her head slowly, and Rarity cackled triumphantly as they made eye contact. “YES! YESSS! Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!”

Rarity spasmed uncontrollably as she felt the magical energy firing through her body, flowing from every corner of her being into and out of her penis. Tiny white strands splattered out from around where she penetrated Pinkie, covering both their legs and the counter and floor.

Rarity continued thrusting, but they started to grow progressively weaker as the last of her magical seed left her system, until finally she pulled out and slumped down to the floor, panting and out of breath. Almost immediately there was a loud popping sound and Rarity saw her penis fall onto the floor.

Pinkie slowly lowered herself off the counter and slumped down next to her, rubbing her bottom tenderly as she did.

“Wow Rarity, I didn’t expect that out of you.”

Rarity shook her head. “I dont–” She paused to take a deep breath, “I don’t know what came over me… I was so angry…”

Pinkie giggled as she reached over and plucked her penis off the ground. “I don’t know what came over you, but I certainly do know who came over what.”

Rarity forced a chuckle through her panting. “Yes, yes, you win. Please, take the beastly thing away. I’m glad to be rid of it. It’s caused me nothing but trouble and discomfort.”

Pinkie smirked. “Nothing?”

Rarity frowned and gave Pinkie a scowl. “Fine, and about a minute of incredible, unspeakable pleasure.”

Pinkie patted her on the head and giggled. “Yep! That’s what it’s like being a stallion; You only last a minute or two, but you get a lot out of it!”

Rarity chuckled. She looked down, and saw her vagina thankfully returned to its rightful place.

She groaned as she also saw the remnant threads of her own magical seed smeared across her legs.

“Oh, I’ll get that,” Pinkie said, taking her finger and scooping it up, then licking it clean. “Hmm. Coconut. Unusual.”

Rarity wretched. She might have vomited, but she didn’t have the energy.

“Anyway,” Pinkie said as she stood up, “I’ve still got three more friends to fuck, so I’ll let you get cleaned up and be back for you later.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Pinkie tutted and wagged her finger. “You girls have no patience. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Rarity took a deep breath as Pinkie exited the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

… First order of business was to take a shower. Or two.

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