Rarity sighed heavily. She stared down at the fabric as it chose, again, to bunch up in her sewing machine. Careful not to tear the delicate gown she was working on, she worked the snag, but it was stuck between two moving parts. After much gentle coaxing of the parts and material, she became impatient, tried to apply just a little force... and the expensive fabric tore badly.

She yanked the whole thing out in disgust, growing increasingly upset with the whole day. Now she’d have to waste even more time replacing the damaged section - time she did not have.

She tossed the ruined dress over a nearby equinniquin. Get it together, Rarity! This is an important order; Fancypants is counting on you! She walked over to her fabric storage shelves, but to her chagrin could not find the specific roll she sought. Wonderful, that was the last of it - more delays. It didn’t help that the fabric in question was not exactly common. Moonlight silk is not even made in this country! It also didn’t help that three rolls had been filched by the Cutie Mark Crusaders for some unknown reason; she knew this only because, yet again, one of the telltale patches had fallen from their capes. Another had been rendered... unusable. What remained had been used on the gowns already in progress.

Rarity sat down and gnashed her teeth, silently fuming at yet another delay. What did I do to deserve this!? Did I break a mirror? Has Discord escaped? A prank by Pinkie Pie or Dash perhaps? Have I been cursed? She tried to dismiss the thoughts as irrational, but the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that some unknown agency was working against her. She screamed aloud and looked around the room for possible foes; seeing none, she grasped a perfectly innocent teacup and smashed it against the wall.

Finally her eyes fell on the dress. The dress... yes... that must be the source. She looked at the offending garment hatefully. Menacingly, she leveled a pair of shears at it with her magic. “You! This is all your fault... you inanimate... object...” She pointed a hoof at the equinniquin. “I am onto you, dress! This is all your fault isn’t it? You were plotting with my sister and my cat! The moment you are finished you are getting sold off so I’ll never have to look at you again!” She huffed at the cloth, daring it to say something. After several seconds of the staring contest, Rarity concluded that not only was she clearly victorious, she may, in fact, have gone completely mad.

Her stomach rumbled painfully, reminding her of the fact that she had neglected to eat in the last day or so. Oh, thank goodness, I must simply be a bit delirious from starvation. Hmmm, I suppose that, since I need to go out and get more fabric anyway, a quick stop at Sugarcube Corner might be in order.

She was still grumbling a little as she walked to the bakery, the sky above as dark and foreboding as her current mindset. Rainbow Dash, you are slacking off again! Why isn’t anything going right today? Is it too much to ask for things to go smoothly for once?

She arrived at the Corner without further incident, and quickly opened the door with her magic. A very happy voice piped up, interrupting her dark thoughts. “Hey, Rarity!”

“Oh, hello, Pinkie Pie.” She slapped a mask of decorum on her face and pulled it into the rictus of a smile. “Lovely day today, is it not?”

Her friend smiled back, clearly delighted to see her. Strangely, Sugarcube Corner was empty save for the two of them. “Everyday is a super terrific day when a friend comes by!” Pinkie’s ears flattened for some reason. “But um... you may not think so in a second, it’s about to rain.” The rain began pouring outside at the precise moment the hyperactive mare said ‘rain’. “I was really surprised when you walked in; I thought you hated getting your mane wet! I asked myself: ‘Self, why is Rarity all grumbly and distracted that she’s walking around outside and is totally about to get wet?’ Then I saw you walking in here, and I was like ‘Oh, okay, she must need something to eat! I sure hope she doesn’t mind staying in here for a bit or she’s gonna get soaked.’ So yeah...” Thunder rumbled outside. She reached for the ‘Open’ sign on the door and flipped it to ‘Closed’ before locking the door, humming a little as she did so. “Anyway! We might be stuck in here awhile. Do you want something hot to drink or maybe some cupcakes or I made some nice muffins or-”

Rarity ground her teeth in silent fury. “I would love something to eat... thank you.” She sat down with a huff. Perfect! Just perfect! More time I don’t have, and I get to spend it with the most annoying pony in existence. She recoiled at the thought; that had to be her anger talking. Pinkie really was quite a dear... in small doses. It really wasn’t Pinkie's fault that she could find joy in just about any situation. Good intentions or not, however, I really do not need this right now. Her teeth began to ache with the constant gnashing.

“Rarity? You can’t eat your own teeth, silly! Here, have a cupcake!” Pinkie set the tray down and popped a couple of the pastries into her mouth, making them disappear at a rate that would have any stage magician questioning how it was done.

Rarity lifted a cupcake in her magic and bit into it. Perfect, as usual. Even her friend’s skill in baking was irritating to her right now. She chewed daintily and in silence, trying to force the anger down into a little raging ball of fury she could stuff into one of her mental closets, where it wouldn't be able to slip out in an unguarded moment. Pinkie did not deserve to be treated with anger when she had done nothing to warrant it.

Without warning, a pink, blue-eyed face filled her vision. “So, d’ya wanna talk about why you’re such a Grumpy McGrumperton today?”

Rarity shook herself from her reverie. To her horror, she was making an absolute slob of herself in her inattentiveness . She had crumbs sticking to the side of her mouth! She daintily dabbed them away with a napkin, giving her time to fish for an appropriate response. “Why, I have no idea what you mean, darling! I am perfectly fine! Why, if anything goes right today I shall be forced to sing about it!” She stopped herself, backtracking quickly. “Sorry, anything more I mean. Yes, yes, happy-go-lucky me...”

Pinkie scrunched up her face in concentration as she studied Rarity. “Huh. ‘Cause you really don’t look happy. I mean you look happy but everything you say and do seems really fake just like all those ponies at the Gala. Plus I get this little tickle behind my ear when I’m near somepony who is sad or upset and my ears feel reeeeaaally tickly right now... I suppose it could be a bug or something - do I have a bug behind my ear Rarity?”

She was now on top of the table, standing on her head and balancing herself with her forelegs while trying to give Rarity a good view of the back of her ears. “Do you see any? I can’t see back there. Ooooh, that’s tickly. Are you sure you’re not unhappy Rarity?”

“Pinkie!” Rarity was getting a view, all right, but her eyes were being inexorably drawn to places quite unrelated to the upside-down mare’s ears - inappropriate places, without even so much as a fluffy pink tail to offer them a modicum of modesty. “Please... get down from there,” she requested, hastily averting her eyes. ”I confess! You have seen through me; I am not exactly in the most jubilant of moods.”

Pinkie leaped down from the table with an impressive backflip and retook her seat, waiting patiently. She made a ‘go on’ gesture with her hoof and grinned widely, waiting for Rarity to say more.

Rarity stared at her, realizing Pinkie was trying to get her to share. She huffed a bit. “Look, it’s nothing serious. I have just had a bad day, or days... week I suppose.”

“I kinda guessed that; you looked ready to blow a fuse a couple times and I think you might want to go see Colgate if you keep grinding your teeth like that.”

Rarity sighed heavily, uncertain whether to be touched by her concern or exasperated with her. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Rarity, we’re gonna be stuck together in here for a while, and you’re unhappy. I like it when my friends are happy. I want to see if I can help you smile! Pleaaaase let me try?” Pinkie smiled brightly and fluttered her eyes.

Rarity was doing her best, she really was. However Pinkie was just... too Pinkie right now. She sighed heavily, and trampled the building anger once again. “Darling, I am trying very hard not to be irritated with you. Nothing that has happened to me today is your fault, but I simply have far too much going wrong at the moment. You are a dear and wonderful friend. To that end I feel I need to inform you that if I spend one more minute in your presence I will say something incredibly hurtful, and neither of us wants that.”

Her friend smiled brightly. “Oh, is that all? I thought you were mad at me! Phew! So what’s going on then? Do you want to hear a song or I could throw you a party or make you a cake-”

Rarity stared at her in frustration. “I just told you I need to be alone...” That mare doesn't have any sense of propriety. “Fine then, I’ll spell it out for you: it’s just the usual stress; I took on one too many dress orders again. The designs have been eluding me, so that really killed a lot of time. I also had my sister and her two friends make off with some very expensive materials.”

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Reliving her morning was not helping her mood. “Then Opal used another roll when her litter box was not pristine... The dress I was working on this morning was the last straw, the fabric bunched up and ripped. When I checked for more of the material I need, I had run out entirely. I completely lost my temper at that point. Thus far I have taken it out on one teacup, I am fairly certain I yelled at a dress, and now I am here trying not to do the same to you. Do you see now, Pinkie?”

Pinkie smiled even wider. “Oh, just normal day to day stuff building up? You just need to let off a little steam then! When you get home, stay away from your work for a little while. Grab a nice book, brew some tea, and just relax." She winked in an exaggerated, suggestive manner. "And if you still feel stressed out, you could just spend a little time stirring the honey pot. Gets the edge off every time!” She giggled into her hoof, blushing.

Rarity paused, examining her closely. What? “Pinkie, I don’t think honey is going to relieve my stress...” she replied cautiously, a bit perturbed by the other mare’s seemingly bizarre suggestion.

Pinkie cocked her head to one side. “No, no, I mean, um... You know, shining the diamond?” She seemed baffled by Rarity’s blank look, scrambling for some euphemisms that the prim and proper mare might be familiar with. “The disappearing hoof trick? No? Um... weaving the carpet? Ooooh I know! Tickling your fancy!” Rarity was becoming impatient. “Well, I’d say ‘clopping’, but you probably do it with magic...”

Rarity spent one more moment looking confused, brushing at an ear with a hoof as if she half-believed that she had simply misheard. Then the plain meaning of Pinkie’s words hit her, and her white face began to look very green as she tried to refrain from retching up her cupcake. “Ugh, no. Just... no! A lady should not do such things, Pinkie Pie, much less talk about them! I cannot believe you would even suggest...”

Her friend tried to stifle her giggles, but finally couldn’t keep them from welling up anymore and laughed out loud. She stopped abruptly, however, when she noticed that Rarity wasn’t laughing with her. “Um... wait, you were joking, right? Everypony does it.”

“How very crude! No, not everypony, dear - I, for one, find the whole idea rather filthy. I can assure you that I have never-” She was interrupted by Pinkie, who seemed to be valiantly trying to inhale all the air in the room at once.

After picking her jaw up from the table, Pinkie sputtered, “Omigosh you’ve never-”

“No!” Rarity cut her off brusquely.

“Never ever ever?” Pinkie leaned forward, staring, her mouth still agape in disbelief.

“I don’t like to repeat myself. Especially about such... vulgar things.” She shot Pinkie a look of pure disgust.

“But-” Pinkie studied Rarity’s face closely, seemingly expecting some sign of humor, some twitch at the corner of the unicorn’s muzzle that would give away her, thus far, very convincing act. “But how do you even live like that?”

Rarity stuck her nose up in the air and adopted a haughty mien. “I do quite well, thank you very much. Some things, I firmly believe, should be reserved for the wedding night.”

After closing her slack muzzle with a hoof, Pinkie’s smile returned, and she nodded sagely. She had her answer now. “Rarity, there’s nothing wrong with a lil’ right hoof relaxation, even if you are trying to save that for the wedding night. Trust me, you can’t let all that tension build up on you like that! I mean, at first you’re fine, but then one day you find yourself at a party with a bag of flour and a pile of rocks and they start hitting on you. Do you know how awkward that is? How does a mare choose? I mean, Rocky is a sweet guy, but Madame Le Fleur is just so classy... ” Her eyes grew unfocused and her gaze drifted off to the ceiling, seemingly lost in her thoughts, reminiscing about her inanimate paramours.

Rarity just eyed her friend dubiously as she ventured off on yet another one of her (annoyingly frequent) trips into her own little world. “Pinkie...? Pinkie!” She had to raise her voice to snap the pink pony out of her vivid daydream. ”Much as I appreciate your concern, I don’t think doing... that... will fix things. A lady should simply not indulge in such vulgarity. It’s uncouth!”

Pinkie laughed suddenly. “I never said it magically made life all peachy keen. It just makes you feel really happy for a while, and lets out some of that stress you have eating away at you.” She poked a hoof into Rarity’s chest. “Besides, how would you even know it wouldn’t help? I mean, you did just say that you’ve never even tried it...”

Rarity edged away from that prodding hoof, feeling distinctly uncomfortable as she scooched back on her chair. “I-I didn’t say I never tried...”

Pinkie’s eyebrows shot up. “A-ha! Now I understand everything! Wait, no, that other thing... What happened? I mean, it’s a little different for everypony - did you get frustrated and give up?”

Rarity blushed heavily and attempted to brush off the inappropriate question. “It’s not something I would really care to discuss.”

“Why not?”

The fashionista shot her a cross look; at times Pinkie reminded her uncannily of Sweetie Belle, with her endless barrage of ‘why?’-questions. “Because it is a strictly private matter!”

Pinkie’s face scrunched up in frustration. “Well, what if I Pinkie Swear never to tell anypony?”

“I-I...” Rarity hesitated, torn between keeping her problems to herself and opening up to her friend.

Pinkie countered with a hangdog look, complete with eyes that seemed to be made entirely of giant pupils, brimming with shining tears.

It made Rarity’s heart want to melt. “You’re not being fair about this!”

The party pony continued her puppy impression.

Rarity sighed heavily. “Your solemn vow then?”

Pinkie made a series of increasing complex gestures; at one point Rarity got the impression she was swinging on something, just before she ended the act by closing an imaginary door.

“What did all that mean?” Despite her best efforts at remaining suitably exasperated, Rarity couldn’t help but be amused by the elaborate pantomiming.

Pinkie looked affronted at having to explain the blatantly obvious, but somehow mustered the required patience and translated her crystal-clear sign language into plain ol’ boring Equestrian: “I locked my lips, took the key to a hidden temple deep in some forgotten jungle, filled the temple with traps, and set the key on a pedestal with a pressure plate that will make the whole temple explode if somepony takes it!”

Despite herself, Rarity laughed at the apparent lengths at which Pinkie seemed to be willing to go to assure somepony their secret was safe with her. “I see. I don’t know how I could have missed it. But, my dear, I think a simple Pinkie Promise will do.”

“Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye,” Pinkie dutifully recited. She began to bounce around Rarity’s chair. I’d better tell her quickly before she breaks into song.

Rarity nodded, satisfied. “Well then. Ahem. Yes. What happened was...” She was stalling, she realized. The soft smile that Pinkie had managed to conjure onto her muzzle faded swiftly at the prospect of sharing this embarrassing and painful memory. But some part of her insisted it might be cathartic to confide in somepony, and it might as well be Pinkie Pie - her capacity for keeping secrets was nothing short of legendary. Rarity took another deep breath, and forced herself to continue. ”I was a filly when I first attempted.. that. I had gotten curious about my... body. M-my mother walked in and... well the rest is not really important. It’s not a memory I care to relive.”

Pinkie stopped in mid bounce. She hung there for a moment as she processed that. “Oh!” She came down to the floor suddenly. “Uh yeah... that would be awkward. So you’ve never been able to-”

“No-” With a grimace that she tried to form into a smile, Rarity shook her head. “No, I never tried after that. It was far too embarrassing to even consider.”

“Huh...” They both sat at the table in silence. Pinkie seemed a bit concerned at the revelation. Rarity could not be certain, but it seemed as if her friend was struggling with something. Beneath that bubbly exterior she had unfathomable depths which only showed themselves when the surface stopped churning. Rarity saw them now. Finally she spoke up. “I could... help you, if you want.”

Rarity froze, the gears in her mind coming to a screeching halt while trying to process Pinkie's audacious sentence. “What?!... No! That’s not something you just do!”

“Why not? If you needed a party I would throw you one; if you needed a cake I would bake you one. How is this any different? You need something you can’t do for yourself - why wouldn’t I help?” Pinkie cocked her head to one side and smiled. “I really do think it would make you feel better. Like, loads better.”

“Because... because...” Rarity sputtered, feverishly trying to compile the full list of approximately one million reasons why that was utterly unthinkable. She found herself distracted by the pounding of her own heart, however, and the horde of butterflies that had been unleashed within her stomach while she hadn’t been looking, leading her to conclude, rather lamely, ”It’s just not done!”

Pinkie regarded her for moment, then leaned in and kissed her lightly. “How was that?”

Rarity initially pulled back, ready to rebuff her for her advances. But the protest died before it could even begin. The kiss had not felt wrong. It had, in fact, been everything she’d ever dreamed a first kiss could be. That was... she... She touched her lips softly, feeling the lingering warmth from her friend, then pulled back her hoof and stared at it, half-expecting, perhaps even hoping, to see some tangible trace of that shocking, wonderful violation of her pristine lips. My first kiss... was with Pinkie Pie? “You... you kissed me! How could you?”

“It seemed like the right thing to do - did I do it wrong? Here, let me try again!” She kissed her again, longer this time. Rarity could feel the heat from her lips, and smell the saccharine sweetness of her friend’s breath. For a brief, yet eternal moment, she lost everything else in her world. She was just a mare being kissed. Then Pinkie pulled back and gave Rarity’s heavily blushing face a fond lick on the cheek. Rarity opened her eyes to find herself leaning forward, hoping for more.

“Pinkie... please...” Rarity implored in a series of soft gasps, clutching a hoof to her chest, ”this is highly inappropriate! Somepony could come in! The Cakes would be horrified!” The rational part of Rarity was desperate to extricate herself from the situation she had found herself in, scrambling for convenient excuses, but another, long neglected, part had been roused, deeply and unexpectedly affected by her forward friend’s surprisingly gentle attentions. She felt confused - and a little afraid - but could not bring herself to leave, or even so much as pull away.

Pinkie shook her head. “Nuh-uh! They’re out of town with the twins, they’re visiting Mrs Cake’s family. And the whole bakery is closed for the afternoon; nopony wants cupcakes in the middle of a rainstorm.”

“But... you shouldn’t... it’s not right...” She was cut off by her friend kissing her again, this time slipping in just a little bit of tongue. Despite her words, she found her own tongue betraying her, writhing against Pinkie’s with wanton excitement. This ought to be anathema to her - it was lewd and dirty and, and... By Celestia, Rarity, that is somepony else’s tongue in your muzzle! The mere thought should be making her shudder in revulsion, but even when intentionally trying to gross herself out like this, the only trembling she experienced was of utter delight.

Rarity could feel the sensual, rough-but-slick texture of her friend’s tongue teasing along her parted lips, and the soothing warmth of her saliva as it replenished the missing moisture in her own, dry mouth. There was still not a trace of disgust, only further arousal, and when Pinkie drew back, Rarity found herself desperate not for air, but further kisses. “P-Pinkie...you should stop...”

Pinkie pulled away. “Okie dokie!”

Rarity caught her breath in deep, heaving gasps, staring at the smiling pony who had just stolen her first - and second, and third, and first French - kiss in utter bewilderment. Wait... she stopped? Why did she stop? This isn’t the way it’s supposed to go! At least not if the romantic novels she so often read were anything to go by. According to the formulaic scripts of those reliable sources, this was the part where Pinkie was supposed to insist! Maybe rip the chaste unicorn’s bodice - if she had been wearing one - or perhaps rescue her from being abducted and tied to the railroad tracks by some fiendish, mustache-twirling villain. Yet she hadn't even offered a single word of protest, which confused Rarity even more. Those dusty old novels were all she had to go by! “Why... why did you do that?” Please, please insist...

“Because you asked me to, silly!” Pinkie beamed at her, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Rarity’s breathlessness wasn’t just due to oxygen deprivation.

Rarity was thoroughly confused at this point. She’d just been kissed by a friend, a mare... and had enjoyed it. Immensely. If you had told her this an hour ago, she would have scoffed, and dismissed the mere notion as preposterous. “I didn’t mean, ‘why did you stop’ - well, okay, perhaps a bit. But what I really I meant was: why did you kiss me in the first place?”

Pinkie cocked her head to one side. “Why not? You looked like you could use a good smooching!”

“And... and if I asked you to do it again?” This question, born from pure, intensely hopeful curiosity, nevertheless came out of her muzzle reluctantly. Part of Rarity feared the answer. She had spent a lifetime dreaming of such a moment, though she had never considered the possibility that the seduction would come from such an unlikely source. If Pinkie pursued, she would be putty in those pink hooves.

The only thing that could possibly be worse than that outcome would be if the unthinkable happened, and Pinkie actually refused...

Pinkie leaned forward and pursed her lips. “Then I’d do thish.”

Rarity looked down at the floor, feeling concerned and relieved, hesitant and excited - unable to reconcile her many, many contradictory feelings. “Pinkie... I am extremely-“ She paused, trying to find a word that fit, “-confused? That’s as good as any word I suppose. I-I should be positively scandalized bu-”

Pinkie didn’t give her any time to finish her sentence, kissing her on the lips once more, which made the whole bewildering spectrum of feelings return full force.

“You sound like Twilight - can’t you just enjoy yourself sometimes?” Pinkie tilted her head again. “Maybe that’s a unicorn thing...”

“Oh, you insufferable, irrational thing, you!” Rarity clasped her hoof to her mouth and blushed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so harsh. I can so have fun. I just do not understand anything that is going on right now.”

Pinkie smiled that infuriating smile of hers. “Would you like to?”

“Yes! No? I don’t know!“ Rarity took several deep calming breaths, not able to come to a solid decision. “I think... I would like to understand. We can just try to have a good time?”

Pinkie nodded, looking pleased. “Trust me, it’ll be fun!”

Rarity only nodded slowly in response, trying not to think about the implications of what she’d just agreed to.

It wasn’t her brain that was doing most of the agreeing, anyway; she hadn’t felt this flustered since that time she’d accidentally spent fifteen minutes reading a Cosmarepolitan article entitled ‘Fifteen Fabulous Oral Sex Tips to Teach Your Stallion or Mare’ at the spa. (Fluttershy had been rather saddened when she had finally discovered - and unknowingly rescued - a frozen Rarity from the waiting room, convinced that the unicorn had gone into the sauna without her. There had been no use arguing otherwise either, for how else would she have explained the healthy, full-body blush and all the sweating?)

Nodding solemnly - or as solemnly as she could - Pinkie moved in and kissed Rarity’s chest softly. She reached down and began to touch her thighs, drawing slow little circles that spiraled ever closer to her the place she had resolved never to touch again.

“Wait... what are you doing with your hoof?!” Rarity was panicking; even the slightest touches on her thighs felt like those times when Opalescence would sneak up on her and brush that luxurious, ticklish fur along her legs when she least expected it, giving her goosebumps and making her coat stand on end. This time she actually saw every caress coming, but it didn’t help! It made her delicate skin tingle; it tickled in a way that made entirely different sets of muscles than the ones that make you laugh contract spasmodically...

When Pinkie finally responded, it was with a typical non sequitur. “I see the lights in your boutique on late into the night sometimes. I stay up way late myself, because I don’t need a lot of sleep. And that means I get to hear you singing to yourself a lot. You sing... really beautifully, did you know that, Rarity? I love-” Pinkie fell silent, her mouth moving without making a sound. After a few false starts, she continued, “I love it when you sing, because you do it when you’re happy. But there are nights when you don’t sing, and I miss it... You didn’t sing last night, or the night before... I didn’t sleep very well,” she finished, eyes tearing up at this admission. Rarity would have asked why, were it not for what her friend did next.

Pinkie slowly teased her hoof along the inside of Rarity’s thigh. “So if you’re sad, or upset, or grumbly, I want to help...

“It's true, some days are dark and lonely

And maybe you feel sad

But Pinkie will be there to show you

That it isn't that bad...”

She whispered the song as she continued her ministrations, bringing an unbidden smile to Rarity’s lips. She sang that same refrain the day we ended up crying on each other’s shoulders.

Rarity shuddered slightly as she felt the hoof draw ever closer to... that place. She couldn’t even refer to it more specifically, not even in her head; she had never experienced anything quite like this. Part of her demanded that this little ‘game’ end. Her shame made this feel so very filthy... yet she could not bring herself to make Pinkie stop what she was doing. Apparently, at least some part of her agreed with the other mare, though whether it was her heart or something far more base was up for debate. “I-I’m scared, Pinkie... I don’t know what’s happening to me. Or I do, but...”

Pinkie kissed her neck. “I don’t want you to be afraid or ashamed, Rarity. I want you to be happy!” She lightly touched one glistening white lip of Rarity’s labia.

Rarity’s eyes closed almost completely; her snowy thighs twitched apart a little more and so provided better access. Her tail seemed a little more indecisive, twitching first up and out of the way, then firmly down again in an attempt to cover herself. “Oh! You... you touched it. Please, don’t touch it...” she gasped feebly as the hoof lightly caressed her.

Pinkie drew her hoof up to her mouth and licked it. “Mmmm, not bad. You taste sweet.” She smacked her lips and beamed at the trembling pony she’d just tasted. ”I bet you bathe in rose water!” She returned the hoof to Rarity’s sex and continued to tease her labia.

“You... you licked...” Rarity’s eyes were very wide now; she had just witnessed the single most sensual and lewd thing she had ever encountered in her - admittedly, extremely sparse - sex-life. The scene replayed endlessly in her still-reeling mind, leaving her breathless. That look of taboo-shattering enjoyment on Pinkie’s face, after she had sampled the very wetness that was always such an utter embarrassment to Rarity whenever she was in heat or saw a particularly handsome stallion prancing by... ”That’s so very filthy, Pinkie... You mustn’t do such things...”

Pinkie stopped moving her hoof.

Rarity groaned when the sensations ended. I asked her to stop again... I’m such an idiot. Rarity gasped out. “It’s... fine!”

Pinkie smiled happily, and resumed her gentle touches. “I know it’s a little weird, Rarity, but I want you to know that I really like you-” her eyes widen slightly as she hurriedly continued, “J-just like I like all my friends! Not that I would do this for just any of my friends! Um... sorry, I got kinda muddled for a sec. Anyway, try to think happy thoughts! Stop thinking about why you shouldn’t be doing this...”

“Happy thoughts?” She felt the hoof touch her again, in a way that both enraptured and disgusted her, although the latter, knee-jerk sentiment was getting more and more feigned and meaningless by the second.

“Think about... sexy things! Maybe somepony you like, or couldn’t look away from. You know, like when you fantasized about ‘Him’? Okay, maybe not him. He was a jerk. Think about somepony that makes you really happy.”

Rarity was entirely focused on where Pinkie’s hoof was, and the amazing things it seemed to be doing to her. Without really thinking about it, she pictured herself kissing Pinkie again - far less passively this time - and a jolt of pleasure shook her. “Ha-happy thoughts...”

“I can feel you shuddering...” Pinkie noted, ”Are you okay?”

Rarity moaned a bit, but she somehow forced a word past her lips. “S-stop.”

“Rarity?” Pinkie immediately backed away again. “Did I do it wrong? I’m sorry!”

“No...” Rarity gasped for breath. “I-I-” She couldn’t make herself say it. She groaned in frustration. She motioned with a hoof, trying to convey what she meant.

Pinkie cocked her head in confusion, then caught on. “Guessing games! Whee, fun! Okay... um, do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes!”

The adorable desperation in Rarity’s voice made Pinkie smile. She drew closer again and began to touch her once more. “Okay, um... faster?”

“No...”

“Harder?”

Rarity nodded wordlessly, her eyes pleading.

Pinkie smiled and kissed her again. She bore down with just a bit more weight, pushing deeper into the unicorn’s folds. Rarity let out a soft moan of appreciation. She bent down slightly, her breath coming in great heaving gasps, and reached a hoof around Pinkie’s head and pulled her in for a kiss.

Pinkie let out a short squeal that was muffled by Rarity's lips pressing against hers. When they broke away from the kiss Pinkie smiled from ear to ear. “Oh, I’m so happy you like it Rarity! I’m sorry if I scared you before.”

Rarity just nodded again, unwilling to let her traitorous tongue ruin what was turning out to be the most glorious experience of her life thus far. She leaned back in the chair and felt another shudder go through her body, as she looked around the bakery wildly, trying to reassure herself that they were alone, that nopony was here to see her shame.

Feeling slightly better, if one can be said to feel better about such a thing, she closed her eyes tightly. She was desperately trying to stop thinking about... anything. The feelings and sensations coursing through her were wonderful, so she did her best to keep focused on those instead. The gentle hoof continued to touch her, not too hard, not too soft. She screwed up her courage enough to utter a single word. “F-faster...”

The hoof hesitated for only a moment, then gradually increased its speed. Pinkie kissed her lightly on the neck. “You're really pretty like this Rarity... you should leave your mane down more often.”

The haze of pleasure made it hard to really care about her appearance at this point. It was habit more than anything else that made her question: "M-my mane?"

Pinkie reached up and stroked her forelock. "Shhhh, don’t worry. It's beautiful.” She kissed Rarity hard on the lips, making her melt anew. “You're beautiful."

More kisses trailed down her chest. “And down here, such a pretty pink, you’re beautiful everywhere...”

Rarity felt a thrill of pleasure at the praise, trying not to let the state of her mane worry her. She kept her eyes tightly shut, entrusting her everything to her perpetually happy friend. Something was approaching, her whole body felt it. It was as if Pinkie was slowly guiding her up a steep mountain. She could feel the peak approaching, and every sense tingled in anticipation of some unknown event.

The closer she got, the more she felt she was in danger of falling, of losing control - yet she knew that were she to fall, Pinkie would catch her. Somehow, at that moment, she felt that Pinkie would always be there to catch her, just as Rarity would always be there to catch Pinkie. It was startling, but she felt it to be true.

Slowly, deliciously, her friend pushed her further. Finally, when she felt she could bear no more, she reached the summit, her whole body tensing as she rocked back in the chair. The hoof pressed firmly into her, and she plummeted into freefall. Every part of her convulsed as she felt a great heat wash over her, and her eyes flew open to stare into the lovely blue eyes of the smiling pink pony. Her breath caught as wave after wave of ecstasy thrummed through her body, and she was barely able to force a wail of bliss from her clenched throat.

The hoof continued its work, but now it sketched out slow, deep strokes. Every time it reached the most sensitive area, Rarity tensed again as a smaller but still potent bolt of extreme pleasure shot through her. Time seemed to slow, then stop, as her friend continued to push her gently, but firmly, over each peak. At last Pinkie let her hoof slide away from Rarity's body and she was able to relax with a huge sigh, still looking directly into Pinkie's eyes as her friend looked back at her with warm affection clear in her gaze.

Pinkie lowered her gaze and planted another kiss on her lips. “There! Do you feel better?”

Rarity continued to stare into the eyes of the pony who had just been upgraded from friend to lover. Aftershocks struck her with every movement of air going past her labia. “Oh... my... goddesses...”

“Rarity?”

Rarity began to weep softly. “Pinkie... I-”

“Rarity! You... I-I’m sorry! I never meant-! Please stop crying! Stupid, stupid Pinkie Pie! You made her cry!” Pinkie hugged her tightly, leaning in to kiss away each falling tear with frantic pecking motions of her lips.

She... she thinks I’m sad... Rarity weakly forced out a few reassuring words for her worried friend. “It’s a-all right. I just... I have never... Pinkie... Thank you...”

They held each other for a while, Rarity letting her shame pour from her body through her tears and Pinkie kissing each tear away from her face. Yet there seemed to be many more tears than Rarity herself was shedding.