Chapter 101

Wednesday, November 16th, 6:57 pm.

I pulled my truck into the guest spot at Rarity’s townhouse and shut the engine off.

The week had passed quietly so far; after such an eventful weekend, it was hard to believe that everything just went back to being so normal and low-key again, and yet, here I was: at the fashionista’s place with the intention of spending a quiet night with her.

Since being unemployed left me with a surplus of spare time, Rarity had brought to my attention a number of items at the boutique that needed repairs, and so she’d invited me to come to work with her and spend the day completing the checklist of mends that were needed. To make it faster and easier in the morning, she invited me to spend the night with her, which seemed overly formal and somewhat silly, being that she was my girlfriend after all, not to mention I’d stayed there once or twice before.

But, this was Rarity. She liked being formal, and it was fun to let her do her thing—maybe she would make that delicious Pad Thai and let me eat her pussy again!

She’d invited Fluttershy as well, but surprisingly, the shy girl declined. Instead, she remained at home and invited Applejack over for the night; we had noticed it seemed like the farm girl was in need of company during the nights, based on some of the things she’d said over the weekend.

Excited for the night ahead, I hopped out of my truck and slung the bag of clothes and basic necessities for the next morning over my shoulder. Then, after locking the driver’s door, I headed for Rarity’s front step.

As I walked along the sidewalk, I wondered what Sunset had been up to since the weekend; she and the agents left Fluttershy’s rather abruptly that night, and none of us had heard from her or Twilight since.

I’d sent her a text the previous night, asking what was up, but the only response I got was a one word reply: “busy.”

As I reached the front door, I wondered what the coming night with Rarity would bring. Dinner? Sex? A walk? A soak in the hot tub? Sex? A movie?

Hopefully sex.

In truth, I’d been suffering from the reoccurring mental image of those fancy dress pants she’d worn on the weekend; while the legs were straight-cut and hung quite loose around her calves and ankles, the way they hugged that little, white booty of hers was one of the most glorious sights I’d ever seen, and it’d been driving me completely mad ever since.

And on the plus side, while Rarity wasn’t quite the nymphomaniac that Fluttershy was, she usually was good for a romp on any given night, which was fine by me, because tonight, I was game. I was game as fuck.

I opened the front door and stepped inside. After dropping the bag next to the closet, I kicked my boots off and closed the door behind me.

Rarity’s voice came from the front room, whisping its way down the front hall to find my happy ears.

“Oh Golds, darling, is that you?”

I don’t know what it was, but she sounded even hotter than usual that night. A smile appeared on my face and I began to make my way down the hall to find her, bellowing in a deep voice to sound like a god of some sort.

“Yes, Miss Rarity…it is I, GOLDEN ARROW! Destroyer of pussy; conqueror of ass-“

I halted my announcement very quickly when I entered the room and realised she wasn’t alone.

Rarity was seated on the couch with her hands folded on her lap, looking at me...and cringing. After a tense moment, she cleared her throat, lifted one hand and motioned politely to the girl seated next to her. “Er…you remember Sweetie Belle?”

Forgetting to breathe, I gave a rapid nod and attempted a glance at the fashionista’s younger sister, but my self-consciousness yanked my eyes downward and they landed no higher than her feet.

“Uh…hey,” the twenty-three year old greeted, sounding somewhat forced.

I kept my eyes glued to the floor, my cheeks and earlobes radiating uncontrollable heat. After forcing a quick smile through my embarrassment, I put my hands in my pockets and then quickly removed them again to fold my arms across my chest, then I unravelled them and placed my hands on my hips. “Umm…hi there,” I replied quietly.

Rarity decided to jump into the awkward void, hoping to fill it with some light-hearted distraction. “Erm…S-Sweetie Belle has just returned home from visiting with our parents...in Barbados.”

I nodded. “Mm-hm.”

It didn’t take me long to remember; previously, Rarity told me that her parents had retired a few years back and escaped to the island paradise with intent to spend their remaining years relaxing on the beautiful, warm beaches there. Her younger sister had just spent the past month and a half visiting with them as a reward to herself for graduating comminuty college back in the spring, and as it turned out, her return flight had arrived in Canterlot earlier that day.

“She’s going be staying here for a few nights,” Rarity continued. “Just until she finds a job and her own place to live; which she is going to start looking for tomorrow, isn’t that right?” She turned to her sister with stern glance.

Sweetie Belle simply rolled her eyes and looked away.

“Sweetie Beeeeelle!” Rarity growled, finger raised. “Our parents have charged me with looking after you; that means it is my duty to make sure you get started-off on the right foot, and since you’ve decided not to pursue a proper post-secondary education —which, you are well aware mom and dad are not thrilled about— it is imperative that you find a job, posthaste!”

“Fine, whatever.” The young girl stood suddenly, prompting Rarity to stand along with her. “Listen, uh…I’m gonna hit the hay. I’m pretty tired from the flight—I swear I’ve been up for like thirty hours now or something.”

“Oh, but of course, darling,” Rarity replied, knowing that all her sister really wanted was to get out of the awkward situation that I had so brilliantly crafted.

I found it slightly amusing that Rarity’s sister spoke normally; no fancy dialect or accent—which at last confirmed my suspicion that the fashionista talked like that simply because she was a prissy-pants.

One thing Sweetie Belle did share with her elder sister was her beauty. She had a face and complexion that was nearly identical to Rarity’s, except her lips weren’t quite as full and her eyes were of a vibrant emerald, giving her an air all her own while maintaining the rather fortunate resemblance she shared with her sister.

Standing next to Rarity, it was easy to see that Sweetie Belle was taller than her sister by roughly an inch, but her build was very much the same: delicate and slender, with a certain effortless elegance that accompanied that smooth, ivory skin. Her hair differed as well; while Rarity’s was naturally straight and dark, Sweetie’s hair was occupied by endless coils of loose, bouncy ringlets, coloured in a mix of pink and a light lavender hue.

“You may take my bed,” Rarity instructed, “I just changed the linens today so it is clean, fresh and ready for a good night’s sleep.”

The young girl raised a brow. “What about you?”

“Not to worry, darling,” Rarity replied, waving toward the couch. “We shall make do with the sofa. Now, you go and get some sleep; there is simply no need to concern yourself with us.”

Sweetie Belle shot a quick glance my way before turning to head for the stairs. “Ooooo…K. Good night,” she said, walking away from us.

I found it rather difficult to peel my eyes from that young, petite frame as she departed. All she had on was a snug fitting, light gray T-shirt and a pair of pink shorts that barely covered her pert little derrière. Her feet were wrapped in a pair of simple white socks, and her hair, which was surprisingly long in the back, bounced along with her delicate stride, each cake icing-coloured curl hooking every which way as they bobbed up and down behind her.

Rarity was giving me a sharp glare, which went unnoticed by me until she came closer and cleared her throat to gather my attention. “Perhaps you could stare a bit harder, darling; I think she may still have been comfortable.”

“Huh?” I mumbled, turning to face her after Sweetie Belle disappeared from sight. “Oh...uh...”

Obviously, I’d been caught staring more intently than I meant to. My eyes darted back and forth, searching desperately for shovel to dig my way out of the hole I’d apparently fallen into. “Oh…well, she just uh…looks a lot like…you.” I followed the excuse with an innocent, toothy grin.

Rarity shook her head and let out a sigh. “Hmm…clever, darling,” she smirked, ”very clever.”

“I try. You have to admit, that was definitely better than that entrance I just made.”

“Ugh…” She placed a hand over her brow and shook her head. “I couldn’t believe my fucking ears, darling! What is wrong with you?” She sighed and placed her head on my shoulder.

I put my arm around her waist and gave her a squeeze. “Sorry. I didn’t know anyone else was here. I was just trying to make a sexy grand entrance like you always do.”

“Pffft!...destroyer of pussy. Unbelievable.” She shook her head dismissively and stepped away, gesturing to the couch as she went. “Please have a seat, my love. I must have a quick shower,” she announced, heading for the stairs. “I shall be back momentarily.”

“OK,” I replied, plucking the remote from the end table before taking a seat. Yeah right…momentarily? HA! I’ll see you in two hours, Rare.

*****

Surprisingly, Rarity returned to the front room only twenty minutes later, carrying a frozen container under one arm. The reason was obvious when I saw her: literally all she did was shower, brush her wet hair back, and tie it into a long pony tail. She was dressed in a shiny silk nightgown, coloured in an off-white hue and decorated with purple ribbons, frills and bows around the neck, sleeves and hem, which ended just above her knees.

What set the outfit off, however, were the woolly, knitted socks on her feet. Navy blue and white stripes zig-zagged around the ankles of the inch-thick footwear, making her feet look comically large compared to the rest of her.

“Nice booties,” I smirked, glancing up at her.

“Ah yes, well…” She stopped in front of me and lifted one foot to look down at it. “I’ve always had a thing about cold feet, especially this time of year,” she explained, setting her foot down again. “It really shouldn’t bother me in my current state of affairs, but old habits die hard, I suppose. Indestructible or not, I do prefer the feel of toasty warm feet over cold ones any day.”

“Well hey, I can’t fault you for that,” I said, to which she gave a little smile. “So…what’s the plan? What d’you wanna do?”

“Well,” —she held up the frosty, one-and-a-half litre plastic pail that she’d brought with her— “while you may be a destroyer of pussy, I happen to be a destroyer of delicious hand-made ice cream from the Canterlot Custom Creamery; and tonight, my unfortunate victim shall be: Moose Tracks.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I replied, pointing the remote at the TV. “I just found a pretty good movie; you wanna watch with me?”

“Absolutely!” she said, bending down to grab my wrist with her free hand. “Come,” she ordered, pulling on my arm to coax me to my feet.

“Where?”

She nodded to the overstuffed chair that sat to the right of the couch.

“I thought that was your spot,” I said, glancing at the chair and then back at her.

“Usually, yes. But tonight, it is our spot,” she replied, before pointing to the chair with the spoon she’d brought. “Now have a seat, please, darling.”

After sending her little a smirk, I made my way over and sat in the chair, surprised by how comfortable it really was. Rarity proceeded to sit and then rotate her derrière sideways on my lap, slinging her legs over one armrest and laying back on the other with her shoulders.

She then reached down beside the chair and produced a blanket to drape across her midsection, insulating her skin from the bottom of the pail, which she set on her belly to open.

“Wow, this chair is comfortable,” I said, watching her face scrunch as she peeled the lid from the container.

“It certainly…IS!” she grunted as the lid popped free. “This chair was a lifesaver after those long, grueling days at the boutique,” she explained, dropping the lid to the floor. “Now then…what film have you selected?”

“‘Black Swan.’”

She’d already scooped the first bite out and popped it into her mouth, so, unable to speak, she raised a brow and shook her head at me. “Mmm?”

“It’s about a ballet dancer trying to get both leads in a ‘Swan Lake’ production,” I explained as Rarity swallowed the ice cream.

“And…you want to watch it?” she asked, confused.

“I take it you haven’t seen it?”

She shook her head and took another scoop, pausing with the spoonful in front of her mouth as she spoke. “It just doesn’t seem like your kind of movie, that’s all.” She put the spoon in her mouth.

“Well Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis, uh…well, you’ll see. I don’t wanna spoil it for you if you haven't seen it.”

“Mmm…” she nodded, sending her eyes to the TV.

As the first few scenes of the movie played out, I kept one eye on the fashionista, watching her eat the ice cream as she paid what little attention she had left to the TV.

Her silky figure radiated its warmth, sprawled across my lap. She smelled nice, but not like that lovely vanilla perfume; evidently she hadn’t bothered with it after her shower, so she gave off the faint scent of expensive shampoo instead.

Her face was clean and free of make-up, showing off her natural complexion with those light gray freckles on her cheeks. Although she was always drop-dead gorgeous when her hair and make-up were done, I always found myself wishing I could see her like this more often.

With her mouth full, those sapphire eyes of hers suddenly left the TV and locked onto mine, sideways. “What?” she asked, her pronunciation muffled.

“Nothing.”

She swallowed. “It’s not nothing, darling. You keep looking at me.”

“Cuz I like to. Who wouldn't? Besides, can’t a guy look at his girlfriend when he wants?”

“You’re making me self-conscious though!” She dipped the spoon into the ice cream and sighed dramatically as she peeled out a fresh scoop. “Ohh...I must look absolutely dreadful tonight! All I did was shower; no make-up, no hair styling—nothing at all!”

I jerked my head to the side rather violently, pretending that my brain was having some kind of short-circuit. “What the fuck are you talking about!?”

“Shhhh!” Rarity scowled and pointed toward the stairs, reminding me that her sister was sleeping.

“Sorry,” I whispered, ducking my head. “Seriously though, dreadful?”

She shrugged.

“I mean…you do all this talking about how Flutters is such a natural beauty, but really, you’re no different.”

Rarity didn’t say anything, but the way her eyes shone spoke volumes as to how much the comment must have flattered her. I gave her a smile, which caused her cheeks to redden ever so slightly, and she went back to digging the next scoop of ice cream out of the container.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, letting her eyes roll back as she replenished her taste buds with more of with the cold, creamy treat. “This stuff is absolutely worth dying for!” She glanced up at me with a smirk. “Would you care for a taste?”

“Sure,” I replied, and she scooped out a bite of the softening dessert and pointed the spoon at my mouth. I took it and let the flavour melt onto my tongue, shifting my eyes to the ceiling as I analysed the taste and texture. “Hm…that is good! Is that a custard base?”

Rarity nodded and grinned, eyes wide with excitement. “It is! Make no mistake, darling; that place makes the absolute best ice cream out there.” She scooped out the next bite and held it in front of her mouth as she continued. “It used to be the stuff of nightmares back when I was ordinary. I had to be careful having it in the house because one thing it is not...is a figure-friendly treat. I used to indulge myself a little too much from time to time —depending on work stress and the like— so my weight had a tendency to yo-yo a bit these past few years because of it, and I’d end up having to discipline myself and work hard to get back into shape.” She took the next bite and then continued with a full mouth. “Luckily, it just so happens you caught me at a good time when we met.”

“Yeah...” I muttered after swallowing. I always hated listening to a woman talk about her weight when I knew damn well she was probably never really overweight, and was probably still extremely beautiful, even at her ‘biggest.’ Rarity in particular was bad for putting herself down, especially tonight, it seemed—though I figured it was most likely just her way of fishing for compliments.

Rarity swallowed. “But now…I can eat this stuff all day long!” she giggled.

“Mm-hm.” I sighed, then placed my fingertips on her right collarbone and slid my hand inside the top of her nightgown, cupping my palm over her breast. She made no reaction, and continued to watch the movie as she sucked the next bite of ice cream from the spoon. Taking her indifference as a cue, I gave the soft, warm tissue a squeeze, rolling her nipple between my index and middle fingers as I looked back at the TV.

The movie trudged onwards. Rarity continued indulging herself, asking the occasional question and offering the odd commentary. It wasn’t long however, before one of the scenes that had made me a fan of this particular movie arrived.

“Goodness me,” Rarity paused, holding the back of the spoon against her lips as she watched the scene intently. “Is she…touching herself?”

I nodded enthusiastically and bit my lip.

“Oh my…now I see why you like this film.”

“Yeah man,” I replied. “I love this part.” I glanced briefly at Rarity, smirking at how wide her eyes had gotten. “What do you think of Natalie Portman?”

The fashionista looked at me first, then she let her eyes roll back in their sockets. “Gorgeous, darling. I must admit, whoever thought of making a film that features Miss Portman masturbating is a bona fide marketing genius.”

I nodded in agreement. “Oh I’m sure it was an easy pitch to the boardroom-“ I stopped abruptly when I realised she’d stabbed the spoon into the ice cream and was now running her hand up her thigh, eventually cupping those slender fingers over her crotch, feeling an undoubtedly growing warmth through the silk nightgown. “You, uh…gettin in on that?” I asked, looking her in the face again.

Rarity peeled her attention from the TV to lock eyes with me, then she cleared her throat and quickly brought her hand back up to pull the spoon out for another bite.

“Aww, come on,” I urged, “You don’t have to stop, Rare. I promise I won’t yell at you—that was all just a misunderstanding...”

She giggled and threw her head back. “Oh goodness, it’s not that, darling!”

“What is it then, you need some help?” I asked, placing my free hand on her knee and letting my fingertips slide down her smooth, warm thigh, inching them towards her womanhood.

She reacted quickly by swinging the spoon at my hand, cracking it loudly against my knuckles.

“Hey!” I withdrew and waggled my hand as I gave her a bemused look.

“Tut tut!” she scolded, pointing the spoon at my nose. “You mustn’t get all frisky with me tonight with Sweetie Belle here; she is, unfortunately, a very light sleeper after all.”

“Aw fuck…seriously?” I complained, slapping a hand over my forehead. “That sucks. I was really looking forward to tonight, too; like...after the movie, I was thinking we would do a little pink cave spelunking, but now...I...damn it!”

“Me too, darling, but unfortunately I had no control over her flight coming in today,” she replied, reaching into the tub for another spoonful. “If only I’d thought of having you a day sooner we could ha- OH MY GOD HER MOTHER’S RIGHT THERE!”

“Huh?”

Rarity’s outburst blindsided me, and I looked to find her hand over her mouth, staring wide-eyed at the TV. I brought my attention back to the movie, realising it had reached the part where the character was just getting into the swing of her self-pleasuring when it was revealed that her mother was sitting in a chair next to her bed, sleeping.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that part,” I said, letting my head tip back as I adjusted my grip on Rarity’s breast. “Old Barbara Hershey: keepin an eye on things. Heh! Kind of a buzz-kill, eh?”

She let out a disappointed groan and raised the spoon. “Jarring, to be sure.” She took the next bite and then peered into the pail to appraise what remained, grimacing slightly as she swirled the sweet dessert around in her mouth. “Oh dear, it’s melting around the outside,” she muttered. Her solution was to bring the rim of the tub to her lips, and she tipped it up to slurp back the melted cream.

I shook my head and snickered at her. “Jeez, Rare.”

After sucking back all the liquid she could, Rarity took the pail from her lips and set it back on her stomach. “I beg your pardon?” she asked, prompting me to look down at her to notice the tan-coloured moustache she was now sporting.

“Whoop, you got some on your, uh…” I started, but then I got a better idea. “Here, let me get it for you.” Before she had a chance to react, I leaned down and licked the creamy streak off of her top lip, leaving a wet streak behind.

“Aaaaaah!” She tensed up and squeezed her eyes shut, slapping my chest to ward me off.

“Mmm, tastes even better on your face,” I chuckled, watching her wipe her lip with the back of her hand.

“Aargh! You…you disgusting pig!”

Finally, the movie had reached the best part.

Rarity and I watched intently.

“My goodness…” The fashionista’s eyes were wide. “That Miss Kunis, she just dives right in, doesn’t she?”

I nodded, letting my eyebrows rise as I watched the scene. “Ffffffuck…well, wouldn’t you if you had Natalie Portman right in front of you like that?”

“Hmm,” Rarity placed a finger to her lips, pondering the situation to herself before nodding finally. “Touché, darling. Touché.” She glanced down and reached into the tub for another bite, but then she paused. Her eyes slowly migrated up to me, a slight scowl marking her forehead. “Darling, you seem to be…poking my fanny.”

I glanced at her, realising my manhood had stiffened noticeably during the sex scene. “Oh…yeah, well…yeah.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Well, make it stop! I told you already, we cannot get into any hanky-panky tonight; not with Sweetie Belle here.”

“I…” Shrugging in response, I shook my head helplessly. “I can’t help it, Rare; lookit what were watching!”

Rarity clenched her jaw and pointed the spoon at me. “It doesn’t matter, darling; you need to settle yourself this instant!” Determined to flatten me down, she wiggled her hips, grinding her backside into my lap.

“Hey, cut that out!” I rebuked, pressing down on her hips with my free hand to hold her still. “That has got to be the most counterproductive thing you could possibly do!”

“But darling! It’s about to go right up my-“

“Don’t worry,” I cut in, “it’ll go away once the scene’s over, OK?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she mumbled, shaking her head as she reached into the pail to scrape away at the bottom. A few bites later, Rarity gave me a wink and proudly tossed the spoon into the tub, creating a hollow clunk when it bounced on the bottom, then she reached down to set it on the floor next to the chair.

I shook my head. “I can’t believe you ate that entire fucking thing,” I chuckled, adjusting my hand again, which was still inside her gown, latched idly onto her breast.

“No regrets, my love,” she giggled after swallowing the final bite. Then she pulled the blanket from her midsection and let it slip to the floor. After folding her hands on her lap, she brought her attention back to the movie.

Watching the two young stars in lip-lock on the TV, I began stroking the side of her breast with my thumb. I quickly noticed her nipple had become hard, so I placed my index finger over it and pushed it like a button as I brought my eyes to hers.

“Hey, how come you’re allowed to get hard and I’m not?”

Rarity gave me an arched brow, and then a vexed sneer. “Pppffft…please, darling. A breast is hardly the same thing as a cock. Which, by the way, is still poking me.”

I shrugged. “Well, the scene’s not quite over yet,” I said as I let my eyes travel down the silken gown that draped over her lovely figure, now visible with the blanket gone. I took in the sight of her delicate, white hands folded and resting just below her navel, beyond which laid her smooth legs, slung over the arm of the chair. The hem of the gown only covered halfway down her thighs, and, with a severe lack of will-power, I began to think about the warmth one might find if they decided to venture upward, inside the garment.

She adjusted her hands unexpectedly, and my attention quickly returned to them. Those talented fingers; such amazing and perfect works of art they could create—what other talents might they possess? I was reminded of earlier, when she came tantalizingly close to touching herself while laying across my lap, and the desire to see her go through with it suddenly came rushing back to me.

“Hey Rare?”

“Yes?”

“You uh…like this scene?”

“Yes…”

“Does it…turn you on?”

She hesitated for a moment, raising a brow. “I…suppose?”

I rubbed my chin with my free hand. “Does it make you wanna…you know…?” I tilted my head and nodded to her crotch. “Like you were gonna do earlier?”

“Darling…are you asking me to…touch myself in front of you?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

“No,” she replied flatly, shifting her eyes back to the TV.

Dammit!

I cursed silently and clenched my fist, drawing a conniving giggle from her. “Why not?” I asked. “Your sister’s not gonna wake up.”

“I know, but you know very well what will happen if I start doing that,” she replied. “The both of us will get all hot and bothered, one thing will lead to another and the next thing we know, Sweetie Belle wakes up and catches us making love!”

“Ugh…” I rubbed my forehead, frustrated. No... desperate. This was supposed to be a sexy night! Granted, I had only myself to blame for making things harder on myself—no pun intended. I manipulated that soft breast between my fingers —which was also not helpful— and let out a sigh, ready to make one last ditch effort. “Come ooooooon!”

Rarity smirked. “Running out of ideas, are we, darling?”

“I…well, your sister’s like twenty-something, she could handle seeing-...Hey wait!” I snapped my finger. “You still owe me for the speeding tickets, remember?”

“I already told you: that offer expired.”

“What? No, just the butt-sex.”

Rarity covered her mouth and giggled hysterically at my desperation. “Oh my, Golds, you are so adorable.”

“Well you’re more adorable. And I wanna watch you finger yourself...adorably.”

“Another time, darling. I promise.” She returned her attention to the movie, disappointed to find the sex scene finished.

“Now look, see?” I gestured to the TV. “The scene’s over, that’s one less thing for us to deal with. Go for it, Rare! Let’s make history here tonight; make this chair the luckiest chair ever!”

“Oh PPFFT!” She rolled her eyes and waved me off. “That particular history has already been made. Been there, done that, got the free T-shirt, darling.”

“T-shirt?” I paused, pondering what she said. “Wait…what does that mean, exactly?”

The fashionista smirked and gave me a sly look. “I live alone, darling. Think about it. Do you even have the slightest idea how many times I’ve pleasured myself in this chair?”

I looked at her sideways, intrigued. “Oh? Go on…”

Rarity drew a breath and placed a finger to her chin, then she looked up to the ceiling. “It used to be a way for me to cope with stress. Some days, I would come home from the boutique late in the evening, frazzled and wound up, and many times I would be in dire need of…TLC, so to speak.”

“Hm!” I nodded, enjoying the story a little too much.

“I mean,” she continued, “I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve walked in that door, threw my coat and boots off and came straight to this chair, plopped my little fanny down and…er, relieved myself. Why, during the busy times —like prom season— it would become something of a nightly ritual.”

“Wow.”

She bit her lip, then continued, tentatively. “And if it was a particularly stressful day, I would even…indulge in a cigarette afterwards.”

My eyebrows went up. “Really? You?”

She nodded, looking somewhat ashamed.

“Huh. I just...wow. You never struck me as the type, Rare.”

“Me either, to be honest.”

“So…you stopped, or…?”

She nodded. “Yes. The other girls caught wind of it and came down on me like a ton of bricks, insisting that I stop before it became a habit.”

“And you did?”

“Of course I did,” she replied, then touched a knuckle to her chin, thinking. “Though I suppose it doesn’t really matter now anyway.”

“Well…no, it won’t kill you now, but there’s still all the other things; like the smell, and the yellow stains, which would really show up on you—like on your top lip n' stuff.”

“True. Very true…darling.” She sighed, looking down at her hands.

Sensing some guilt in her, I moved my free hand to her lap and wrapped her hands in mine, squeezing them gently. “I know it doesn’t mean much now, but…good for you, Rare. You’re amazing, you know that? You can do anything you set your mind to, whether it’s making the most amazing dress, quitting smoking, or murdering a band of super spies, you don’t let anything stand in your way.”

She looked up at me and smiled. “Aww…thank you for that. And you’re right; when it comes to the ones I love —like you—nothing will ever stand in my way.”

I leaned down to kiss her lips and then let our foreheads rest together, smiling.

“You taste like ice cream,” I said.

“I don’t doubt it,” she giggled, followed by another kiss.

The movie ended, and Rarity remained sprawled across my lap, arms folded, with a befuddled scowl on her face.

“I’m not…entirely certain...what just happened,” she said slowly.

“Yeah,” I replied. My head was resting against the back of the chair. My hand had left her gown finally, my fingers now laced with hers. “It’s one of those artsy, kind of abstract films. A lot of symbolism.”

“So…what does it mean? Was Mila Kunis’s character not real?”

I released her hands and steepled by fingertips thoughtfully, bringing them to my chin before speaking. “My interpretation of this film is basically this: Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis lez out, and everything else is just filler.”

“Hm.” Rarity cocked her head thoughtfully. “Works for me, darling.”

The credits ended, and the TV returned to the Netflix menu.

“Well?” I inquired, placing a hand on her knee. “What now?”

“Not sure. What time is it?”

I pulled my phone out. “10:25.”

“Mm. Still quite early.”

“Yeah.” I sighed, enjoying the fashionista’s heat as it radiated through that thin gown. “What do you wanna do?”

Rarity cleared her throat and reached behind her head, pulling the hair elastic out to free her hair so it would dry in the center. It fanned out around her shoulders like a violet curtain, spreading it’s clean fragrance around us. “Another movie?”

“Mmm…nah. I’m not feeling another two hours in this chair.”

“Me either, to be honest,” she agreed. “Ooh! How about a soak in the hot tub?”

My eyes lit up. “Now you’re talkin!” I said, rubbing my hands together as the activities I associated with the tub quickly sprang to mind.

“Don’t get any ideas, darling!” she warned, putting her finger in my face. “Need I remind you that my bedroom window faces the deck, and Sweetie Belle would have a front row seat for any and everything we do out there if she happens to wake up.”

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, grumbling quietly to myself. “Fine,” I sighed.

“But we can still snuggle up and relax together,” she offered, taking my hand and sandwiching it between both of hers as she batted her eyes innocently. “I promise we’ll have a lovely time.“

Even without her make-up and extended lashes, her persuasiveness remained a powerful weapon, and so I rolled my eyes and nodded silently.

We left the chair and made our way toward the little change room next to the patio door to change into some bathing suits. Once inside, I shut the accordion door behind me and then slipped my shirt over my head to set it on the ledge. When I happened to glance across the room, my eyes found Rarity, and I froze.

She was in the process of sliding the nightgown over her head; her face, at that moment, was hidden inside the silky material. Her body, however, was on complete display: with her arms raised, that perfectly perky bust of hers lifted in tandem with them; a pair of rosy-pink nipples stood proudly at attention, perched atop her beasts as they bounced and jiggled along with her movements. Below them was her slender, lightly toned waist, which sat atop the smooth, gentle curve of her hips.

Something caught my eye though; not something I saw, but rather something I didn’t see. Granted, the only source of light in the tiny room was the little bit that trickled through the shutters in the door panels, but I could still see general details well enough.

Her landing strip was gone.

As I squinted and leaned forward to get a closer look, she pulled the gown clear of her head and rolled it up to set it on the ledge, but then she stopped when she noticed me staring intently at her crotch.

“Er, darling? You may want to practice being a bit more discreet when gawking at a lady. Just an observation.”

I’d realised what I was seeing just as she said this, and I stood straight, slapping a hand on top of my head when I saw the faint line tracing across her hips.

“Oh! You’re wearing white underwear!”

“Shh!” Rarity scowled, pointing at the wall behind her to remind me of her sister.

“Whoop…sorry,” I whispered, ducking my head sheepishly.

“What on Earth are you talking about?” she whispered back as she plucked a hair clip from the shelf to put her hair up.

“Well, I uh…” I quickly lost my train of thought, watching her breasts rise when she lifted her arms to gather her hair. “Um,” —I gave my head a little shake— “you, uh…you’re wearing white undies.”

Rarity cocked an eyebrow. “Er...alright. And?”

“I-...“ After a quiet chuckle, I shook my head before explaining myself to her. “For a second there, I thought you’d figured out a way to shave your landing strip off, but you’re just wearing white panties—and they’re blending in with your skin, so I thought you were naked there, just now.”

She giggled softly, looking at me with a sweet smirk as she locked the hairclip in place. “Oh my, what a hilarious misunderstanding!... But no, I cannot shave it off, unfortunately. Here, look...” She reached for the front of her panties —pushing her breasts together in the process— and hooked her thumbs inside the elastic to pull the front of them down, revealing that vertical line of purple hair that adorned her mound. ”See? It’s still there.”

I brought a hand up and bit my knuckle, feeling my heart skip a beat when she slid her thumbs around to the sides and shimmied the white garment over her hips, then let them drop to the floor.

The sight of that nude, white figure in the dimly lit room was nothing short of breathtaking, especially with that dark, indigo hair bundled up on the back of her head—which granted me a rare view of her back and shoulders when she turned around to look for a swim suit.

That milky-white skin of hers was smooth, and absolutely flawless. There was no real muscle visible; the only vivid details were her shoulder blades themselves, as well as the shallow groove that ran down the center of her back and ended at her tailbone. I studied that round little backside of hers, watching how it swayed ever so slightly as she stepped over to the shelf and gathered up a handful of thin, violet strings that would ultimately do very little to cover her.

Goddammit Rare...it’s a good thing I can’t feel pain, otherwise my dick would hurt SO bad right now. I exhaled and shook my head with the resolve to quit torturing myself, and I looked downward to begin unbuckling my belt, followed by my pants.

She faced the other way the entire time, wrapping only the most private bits of herself with the skimpy swim suit as I went about locating that same pair of shorts I’d always worn when I was there. It was a good thing really; if she’d been facing me, it would have been obvious what kind of mood I was in, and I’d have surely been forced to endure another scolding.

I pulled the shorts up and tied them, looking up just in time to see her tying the bikini top around the back of her neck. Luckily, occupying myself by changing clothes and then seeing her covered, albeit slightly, had helped to settle me down—even if it was only a little bit.

Watching that dainty figure stand there in that bikini with her back facing me made me want to hold her close, to squeeze her tightly; I found myself wanting to show her some affection to remind her that I really did love her deeply—and that I wasn’t just a horny bastard.

Being sure to stay silent, I snuck up behind Rarity and wrapped my arms around her waist, locking my hands over her belly, which was still quite firm after being stuffed with that whole container of ice cream. I leaned down to let my cheek rest on her shoulder, and then planted a soft kiss on her neck.

She drew a breath and responded in kind, resting her arms on mine as her head tipped back to rest it on my shoulder. “Mmmmmm…” she moaned softly, closing her eyes.

Enticed by her voice, which resonated from her throat and into my lips, I began dotting her neck with more kisses, making my way up to her ear for a brief nibble before moving forward to her cheek. She obeyed instinct and turned her head to meet my lips with hers and then kissed me back, slipping her tongue between my lips with surprisingly little prompt. It tasted sweet and creamy, the flavour of Moose Tracks still embedded throughout its tiny nooks and crannies. I replied quickly and met her tongue with mine, stealing some of that taste by licking the tip of hers, and then we swirled them around one another in a slippery, delicious dance.

Air rushed through Rarity’s nostrils and into her lungs, giving away the rise of excitement in her body. I tightened my grip on her waist and pressed her back against my chest, losing myself in the moment as my pent-up desire got the better of me.

It wasn’t long before my manhood had returned to a hardened state, pressing itself against her just as she’d withdrawn her tongue to start the kiss over again, re-locking our lips tightly. The second she realised what was prodding at her backside, however, her eyes popped open and she gasped dramatically, breaking free from the embrace to turn and face me, mouth covered.

“Darling, no! We mustn’t!”

Foiled again, I pressed my fists to my eyelids, groaning in frustration. “God, Rare!” I huffed. “You…like, seriously; if we can’t do it tonight, you have to stop being so fuckin hot!”

Rarity cupped her hands over her mouth and nose, then moved them down to her chest. “I’m sorry, but I’ve told you many times tonight: Sweetie Belle is here, and I have no desire whatsoever of being caught in the act. I would never hear the end of it!”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “I know…I know,” I sighed, glancing around the room. After a pause, I turned and looked at the accordion doors behind us, then I quickly turned back to Rarity when a thought stuck me. “She won’t catch us in here.”

She cocked a brow. “I beg your pardon?”

“We could do it in here,” I clarified, pointing my finger at the floor.

Her eyes widened first, then she began to whisper loudly. “Absolutely not! This room shares a wall with my bedroom; a paper thin wall at that!”

“Who cares? We’ll be quiet,” I replied. “We’ll do it quick. It doesn’t have to be a long, Earth-shattering fuck, Rare; just a little ‘dick-a dick-a doo,’ and then we’ll have a nice dip in the hot tub after.”

The fashionista sighed and folded her arms. “I don’t know, darling…” she mused, staring longingly at the tent I’d pitched in my shorts.

I took a deep breath to maintain an air of calm, hoping it would help her to relax. Then I raised my hands to speak. “We’ll be quick…and quiet. OK? It’ll be fine; trust me.”

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, appearing to consider it. The trepidation in her face was obvious, but so was the lust that had been building over the course of the evening, which showed not only in those lovely sapphire eyes, but also in the language that her little, porcelain body was speaking so clearly.

At last, she looked me in the eyes, and answered my prayers. “Very well.” She gave an incredulous sigh, astonished at herself for caving to my persistence. “I suppose a…quick deposit could be in order,” she said, shifting her voice to a softer one as she made her way to the ledge, then turned her back to it and hopped up to sit on the edge. “But we must be quiet! D’you understand?”

I nodded quickly, feeling a tingle wash over me as the anticipation began to set in. “Absolutely. I’ll see to it that we don’t make a peep.”

“Good,” Rarity smirked. Then she lifted her knees, set her heels on the ledge and separated her thighs. She reached down and hooked her index finger under one side of the bikini bottoms and pulled them delicately aside, uncovering her ladyhood.

It was a sight for sore eyes: a pair of luscious lips, nestled between her smooth, white thighs, spread just enough to let those glistening, pink layers protrude from within.

Rarity’s voice re-captured my attention, breaking me out of the trance. “Why are you still standing there, darling?” she whispered. “Come here and have your way with me.”

She was right: why was I still standing there?

I approached her in haste, reaching down to untie my shorts. When I was close enough, her free hand outstretched to grasp the back of my head, and our mouths came together in a wild fit of heavy breathing and frantic kisses. Her tongue fluttered against the tip of mine, renewing the seemingly permanent flavour of her sweet mouth in mine as I unravelled the drawstring and set my erection free, letting it flop against her mound with a dull slap, surprising her with its in intense heat and enticing weight.

A moan drifted ever so softly from her throat when I dipped my fingers into that deep, hot slit of hers; a layer of slick moisture coated the tender layers within, soaking my exploring digits with the generous amount of arousal she’d already produced.

I broke the kiss to speak. “Whoa…someone’s wet.”

“Well of course, darling,” she giggled, piercing my eyes with hers as she maintained a firm grip on the back of my head. “I just spent the entire evening in your lap, watching an erotic movie with you groping my tit the entire time. What else would you expect?”

“Hm. I see your point,” I replied as my middle finger slipped downwards, tracing the length of her slit until I found her entrance.

Her breath hitched as it slipped into her hot, supple flesh; I stroked her a few times, feeling the wetness and unique texture of her interior wrapped around my finger, but my service was halted suddenly when she yanked me closer, bringing our foreheads together.

“Nevermind your fingers,” she hissed. “I want your cock…right now.”

“Don’t you worry, Rare,” I chuckled, withdrawing from her to hold my shaft by the base with slick fingers. “I’ll give you all the co-“

“And be quick about it! It’s rude to keep a lady waiting, you know,” she urged, biting her lip when she felt my length press against her eagerness. It was soft and hot, wetting my swollen head when it rubbed against her, mixing the clear fluid that had beaded on my tip with her juices until it settled between the lacy, pink folds at her entrance, ready to invade her.

Rarity leaned in and gave my bottom lip a flick with her tongue, then she gazed deep into my eyes, inviting me inside without saying a word.

Not one to disappoint, I slipped my arms under her thighs and held them up, then I pulled her towards me while thrusting my own hips forward, sinking my entire length into the tight, raging heat of her interior. Rarity reacted passionately; she threw her head back, closing her eyes as a sharp gasp rushed down her throat, like someone had poured cold water down her back.

“Ohhhh my…” she whispered softly as I made myself at home inside her, savouring the feel of her flesh wrapped tightly around me, welcoming me with a generous coating of warm, smooth fluid and a gentle squeeze. The sensation was astonishing, like being clamped in a vice composed of velvet, drawing a preemptive twitch from my length, her supple heat already working its magic on me.

Evidently, Rarity felt the tremor within, and she brought her face close to mine again, staring into my eyes as the tips of our noses grazed one another, her breath wafting against my face after it’d hissed through her teeth. “Ohhhh...naughty, darling, naughty!” She unhooked her finger from the bikini bottoms and brought that hand to the back of my head to join the other, her nails digging into my scalp. “Take me,” she ordered softly. “I know you want to ravage me like an animal, so DO it! Drive me beyond my limits; make me quiver, my love; make me cum.” She closed her eyes and bit her lip. “Mmmm...I want you to fucking manhandle me!”

Our mouths came together again. As we shared our tongues another time, she let her heels slip from the ledge, prompting me to withdraw my arms from beneath her legs so she could drop them down and wrap them around the backs of mine.

I placed my hands on her waist and went to work, thrusting into her.

The fashionista held me tight, swirling her fingers around in my hair, moaning softly into my mouth each time I penetrated her with my rigidity, her lips and tongue feasting hungrily on my mouth. She was like a perfect slice of heaven, especially after having to wait all night and being shot down several times; having her little white body pressed against mine, practically hyperventilating as her tight flesh stroked my length, filling my body with pleasure—it was like being a kid on Christmas morning.

It’d become apparent rather quickly that Rarity had built up a significant amount of sexual energy during the evening. Her aggressiveness, the tight grip on she had on my hair, the excessive amount of satin-smooth moisture that now coated my manhood: all of it was telling of the fact that she’d been hornier than she was letting on, but it was when she broke the kiss and began whispering to me that the point was really driven home.

“Ohhh!…is it good, my love?”

“Oh god, yes,” I panted back, resting my forehead against hers. Her eyes were closed, so I took the opportunity to study her natural face up close; her eyelids and lashes, those light freckles, those plain, yet delicious white lips, which she bit firmly as her mind was filled with bliss—and her body with that exhilarating girth.

After bringing her lips in for another kiss, she continued to whisper softly.

“How does it feel to finally be inside me...after having to wait all night?”

“Amazing. God, Rare, you’re so fuckin beautiful; I thought I was gonna lose my mind looking at you all night.”

“Oh, I can tell.” She planted another wet kiss on my lips, and then another yet. “Your beautiful cock gives you away. Ahhh!... It’s so hard, and so hot! Ooohhhh, it feels so GOOD inside me—like it’s burning me alive from the inside out.”

I chortled quietly, tightening my grip on her waist as I began drilling deeper. “That’s not me, that’s you; I swear it’s like a thousand degrees in there.”

Rarity quivered suddenly, and her heels dug themselves into my hamstrings. “Oh god, make no mistake: I’ve been wet for you all night, my love. If Sweetie Belle hadn’t been here, I would have jumped on you as soon as you walked through that door, and your cum would’ve been all over this place by now.”

A hard exhale left me before our lips reconnected once again, and I continued to jack-hammer my entire length in and out of that soft, wet heat, bringing our pleasure to new heights with each passing second until finally, my erection began to twitch, indicating the looming presence of my finish.

“Mmmm!” The fashionista broke the kiss and blasted my face with a hot exhale. “Ohh...almost there, are we?” she whispered, panting wildly as she struggled to keep from shuddering.

“Close…” I replied softly, letting my eyes drift shut. The sensation rose further yet; a tingling warmth swept across my steadily swelling manhood just as she planted another warm smooch on my lips.

“Ohhhh, I can feel it,” she whispered. She kissed me again, followed by a provocative smirk. “Are you gonna fill my pussy up?”

I nodded quickly, brows furrowed.

“Yeah?” she cooed, kissing me yet again as she ran her fingers through my hair. “Go for it, darling; don’t hold back. Give me everything you’ve got—nice and deep. I want it.”

With an unintentional grunt, I leaned in and returned a kiss to her. I reached deep into her mouth with my tongue to wrestle hers for dominion, mirroring what has happening down below, between our legs.

Rarity moved her hands from my head and placed them on the ledge behind her, leaning back on her arms while I followed, keeping our lips connected. Her tongue fought back against the invasion, her body jarring every time I hilted myself in her warm depths.

Then, I withdrew from the kiss to stand upright again. Bringing my eyes down, I watched myself disappear into her over and over again, slipping my way between those tender, pink folds as the dark purple bikini bottoms brushed against the left side of my shaft, trying in vain to return to their proper home over her crease.

My eyes migrated upwards next, travelling along her slender, white body. I was still holding onto her waist, keeping her steady as I hammered our laps together at the top of each thrust; her breasts swayed rhythmically within the confines of that purple top, her mouth open as she panted with excitement.

“Oh, darling…darling, darling, darling,” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering. “This is…you are…mmmmm,” —she closed her eyes and licked her lips— “aahhh, this...is fucking marvelous!”

“You like it?” I asked, loving the overwhelmed look on her face.

She looked up at me with wide eyes. “Ohhh…YES! I love it!” she gasped. “You make me feel so perfect!”

“You gettin close?”

I already knew the answer: given that her body was tensing up and her interior was beginning its obligatory clamp-down on my erection, an orgasm was undoubtedly closing in. This was irrelevant to me though; I asked these things regardless of what I knew because I loved hearing her talk dirty. “Does it excite you, knowing that I’m about to explode inside you?”

“Ahhh…” She gasped and nodded quickly. “Yes! The very thought of your hot cum shooting inside me...it drives me completely mad,” she whispered noisily as she let her head fall back, her hair draping down to the ledge behind her. “Plus…oohhh…how could I not get off with a wonderful cock like yours inside me?”

I clenched my jaw, looking down at her glistening crease, wrapped tightly around my shaft as it slid into her yet again, swollen and teetering on the ragged edge of climax.

“In fact...” Her voice had risen a full octave and was struggling to keep its volume low, her brows furrowed deeply—indicating that she was near her peak. “I…I think I…may even arrive before you, darling…I…” Those sapphire eyes intensified. “Yes! I’m gonna...ohhhh yes!”

Quite suddenly, her back arched sharply and her breath locked up. Rarity’s depths wound tight as a drum around me and began to pulse rhythmically; her petite frame shivered, her legs wrapped tightly around the backs of mine, holding me fast.

Her mouth opened and a breath began to escape, followed by the beginnings of what I knew would be a very shrill cry of delight. Remembering my promise to keep this session quiet, I knew I had to do something before she unleashed such a howl, so I let go of her waist and hooked my left hand around the back of her neck, yanking her close as I cupped my right hand firmly over her mouth, just in time to stifle the scream.

“Mmmmm!”

“Shhhhh…sh-sh-sh,” I leaned closer and touched my forehead to hers as she continued to climax around my manhood.

She glared with wide eyes directly into mine, not expecting to be handled so savagely—to say nothing of being rendered unable to speak.

Throughout all this, I never stopped thrusting. Her body moved around more with my hands no longer holding her hips, allowing her fleshy backside to roll back and forth on the ledge, but even so, I was still able to deliver fast and full thrusts into that tight, hot canal.

Her eyes fluttered shut as my own pleasure approached full intensity; I could feel her lips quivering against my palm, her cries of ecstasy unable to escape. I soon noticed that the velvety-smooth feeling that lubricated our lovemaking had gone, replaced by a sloppy excess of thinner fluid that had been drawn from her flesh by the orgasm. It soaked us both, and was now running down to the bottom of her backside, pooling on the ledge beneath her.

I’d reached my limit. This was all I could handle before my body gave in to pure bliss.

After hitting peak pleasure, my length began to throb violently inside Rarity, firing a series of hot, thick jets of fluid into her interior, dousing her supple, pulsating flesh with that warm, wonderful satisfaction.

When Rarity realised what was happening, there was no mistaking it. Her eyes popped open when she felt her loins being flooded by my liquid heat, and a long, low moan resonated from her throat, still trapped behind the hand that covered her mouth.

Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her body finally beginning to relax as the climax subsided, leaving behind the occasional shudder as I finished delivering the last of my load.

I planted a kiss on her forehead, savouring that sense of completeness I had as the last remnants of my orgasm twitched inside her, to which her interior would reply with a little spasm of its own.

At last, I took my hand from her mouth, wondering what she might say.

She exhaled slowly through pursed lips, taking a moment to get a grasp on things as I ran my fingers through a stray lock of indigo that had escaped the hairclip’s clutches, which I hooked behind her ear so it would stay out of her face. “Wow…” she breathed.

“Right?” I chortled softly, resting my hand on her thighs.

“My goodness, that was…”

“Incredible?” I finished for her.

“Mmmm.” She nodded, taking another deep breath as she relished the afterglow. “You were…perfect, darling—as always.”

“You too,” I replied, leaning in to kiss her lips. “Um...I don’t know what came over me at the end there; I was just trying to keep you from making noise. I hope it didn’t put you off at all.”

Rarity glanced at me for a second and then shook her head. “Oh goodness no, I rather enjoyed that, actually,” she replied softly. “It was quite thrilling, being handled like that. And you were right to do it; I cannot help but squeal like some wild animal when I get off like that.”

“Well I’m always glad to help,” I smirked, drawing an exhausted-sounding giggle from her. I sighed next, looking down between her legs to see a small amount of white fluid that had accumulated between her folds, pooling on the topside of my shaft. “Hm.” I glanced up at her to find a look of satisfaction on her face. “You know...I fuckin love it when you talk like that.”

Rarity giggled and sat up to put her face close to mine, and with her finger, gave a gentle flick to my nose. “Well…I love it when you fuck me like that.” She giggled and then nipped the tip of my nose with her teeth. Then she pressed her cheek to mine, placing her lips close to my ear. “Merci beaucoup!” she whispered playfully.

I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her, giving her warm body a tight hug. After enjoying each other’s embrace for a moment, we separated again and looked down at ourselves.

“Well darling, I think, unfortunately, that it is time for you to make your exit.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled, leaning back slightly. “You ready?”

“One moment,” she replied as she hooked her finger under the bikini bottom to hold it aside, keeping her other hand close by, ready to catch the mess.

When she gave a nod, I withdrew from her, slowly. The sensation of it made her breath hitch and her body jumped in response, her breasts jiggling inside the bikini top. Once my glistening length fell free, she quickly clamped her hand over it, holding the inevitable gush of fluid in place.

“Here,” I said, grabbing a white towel from the shelf beside us to offer it to her.

The fashionista gasped and released the bikini bottoms, batting the towel away in a panic.

With my empty hand still in the air, I looked down to the floor where it landed, and then back at her. “Rare…what the hell?”

“Those are designer towels, darling!”

“So?”

“So!?” She raised her free hand and touched her thumb and index finger together, giving me an impatient glare as if I was supposed to understand what her problem was. “One does not simply…wipe up cum with their best designer towels.”

“Ugh…” I rubbed my forehead and sighed. “Why does a towel need a designer anyway? It’s a rectangle!”

“SHH!” She pointed to the wall again. “Sweetie Belle!”

I grumbled and shook my head as I stuffed myself inside the shorts and tied them, watching Rarity use her finger to pull the bottoms aside after they’d snapped over her hand. There was a noticeable wet spot on the ledge by then, and the cum was starting to seep from between her fingers. “It doesn’t matter anyway,” I said, pointing to her crotch. “It’s all over the place already.”

Rarity glanced down, pulling the bottoms even further aside to get a clearer view. “Oh dear, you’re right. Ohhhhh! It’s all over the bench, too.” Sighing, she removed her hand from her crease and turned it over, keeping her fingers cupped.

Rarity took a moment to study the thick pool in her hand, watching it dribble from between her slender fingers in gooey strands, drizzling across her landing strip as more of it flowed from inside her, running between the cheeks of her derrière. “My goodness,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Just look at this beautiful mess you’ve made.”

“Yeah…sorry about that,” I said, smirking.

Rarity’s eyes quickly rose to meet mine, giving me a stern look. “Come here.”

“Huh?”

“Come here, darling…I want you to kiss me.”

I complied and leaned in to connect our lips; her tongue swept in and made one quick lap around my mouth before withdrawing, and then she broke the kiss to glare into my eyes.

“Don’t ever apologise for that. This is one mess I truly enjoy making, and I promise there’ll be many more to come.”

I smiled, then looked down at her cum-slathered mound. “Listen, why don’t you just let the bathing suit go and we’ll go hop in the tub? It’ll hold everything in place until you get there and then it’ll just wash away in the water.”

“Hmm…” Rarity thought for a moment and then nodded. “Very well. That probably is the easiest way to go about it.”

“Well no, a towel would be easier, but you don’t want to do that, so…”

She rolled her eyes and turned her hand over, dumping what remained onto her mound before slowly stretching the bottoms over her crease, covering the mess. She looked up at me with a grimace. “It feels…squishy.”

I snorted and gave my head a shake. “Let’s go,” I chuckled, heading for the accordion door to pull it open. Then I gestured into the living room. “After you, m’lady.”

Rarity slid from the ledge, making sure not to touch anything with her wet hand. “Ah...my-my, such a gentleman,” she giggled. She made it only one step into the main room, however, before she jumped slightly and clenched her shiny, moist glutes. “OOH!” she yelped, scurrying on tip-toes and stiff legs toward the patio door. “We must hurry, darling!” she barked, her voice husky as she threw the sliding door open. “It’s going down my leg! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!”

I couldn’t help but laugh, listening to her squeal as it faded when she rounded the corner to the deck.

*****

The hot tub was relaxing. I sat facing the bedroom window this time, with my back to the lattice. Rarity was sprawled cross my lap, resting her head on my shoulder.

She let out a content sigh, humming along with it. “Hmmmmm…such a lovely night.”

“Yeah,” I replied, noticing how different the deck looked from this side of the tub; the coloured lights under the water gave the space a surprisingly vibrant and peaceful glow.

“Did you enjoy yourself, darling?”

“Mm-hm.” I nodded, stroking between her shoulder blades with my fingertips. “It was a nice change of pace. Not that I’m tired of being at Flutters’ or anything, it was just fun spending time hangin out, just you and me.”

“Agreed.” She shifted on my lap slightly. “Do you wish Fluttershy was here?”

I shrugged. “Uh…I guess so. I don’t know. Like, I miss her a bit, but...like I said, I had a great time here with you tonight.”

“Me too.” She paused for a moment. “Darling?”

“Yeah?”

“I love what we have together, the three of us.”

I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Same here.”

“I mean, to have someone like you: so experienced and knowledgeable, yet…so down to Earth, so unassuming. That’s what I love about you: even though you’ve had such a long, eventful life, you still come across like any other young man. Honestly, no one would ever guess who you really were unless you told them.

“And then there’s Fluttershy. Who would have thought that after being best friends for so long, we could have ended up so much in love? She is so sweet, and so kind—how did I ignore her feelings for so long?” Rarity sighed. “I believe that…deep down, I always knew how she felt…” —she shook her head, cursing herself— “Oh...how could I have been such a fool?”

“Does it really matter now?”

Rarity paused. “No. I suppose not.” She turned her head, nuzzling her face into my neck. “Do you know what else I love?”

“What’s that?”

“That I’ve found myself in a place…where I have the freedom to choose between making love to an amazing man, or…the most beautiful girl ever to set foot on god’s green Earth, literally almost whenever I want; and the best part? I have an eternity of it to look forward to.”

“You know what I love?” I asked.

She tilted her head up slightly. “What?”

“That you’re happy with the life I…kind of…accidently gave you.”

She was silent for a moment, then she buried her face into my neck, peppering me with kisses. “Aww darling…of course I’m happy.”

I gave her a little squeeze in reply, saying nothing. Then we sat for a while, listening to the hum of the tub’s pump.

After a few minutes, Rarity sighed softly. “Mmmm…I can’t tell you the last time I’ve felt this relaxed, darling. Honestly.”

“Yeah?” I said, continuing to stroke her back.

“Mm-hm.” She nodded against my shoulder. “I’ve always been a busy person; that’s the way I like it. Doing things for people, working at the boutique, looking after Sweetie Belle…and now, there are these longs nights in which I cannot sleep, so I keep busy at work, or I do patrols, or I drive all the way out to Fluttershy’s for the night. Lately, it’s felt as though there’s no respite. Without sleep, life never seems to stop, and at times I’ve felt like I’m tumbling down a flight of stairs, unable to stop myself; and when you two were gone looking for Fluttershy, it was even worse—because I had no one to catch me.

“But tonight? I have you. And I’ll have you at work with me tomorrow, and…I couldn’t be happier about that.”

Despite what she’d just said about being happy, I couldn’t help but feel remorse for the revelations she made just before that. “Rare?”

“Yes?”

“If...you ever need help, or if you’d rather me or Flutters come here for the night, just say the word and-“

“No-no, darling, it’s quite alright, I-“

“Listen to me,” I cut in. “Flutters and I are here for you, whenever you need us. If you don’t want to make the long drive out to her house some nights, just tell us. To be honest, I don’t think it’s fair that you have to do that every night anyway. And if tonight was all you needed to get some relaxation, then there’s no reason we can’t do that for you more often.”

She let out a sigh and then nodded. “Alright. I can do that.” She nuzzled close again. “Thank you, Golds, for caring about me. I love you so very much.”

I kissed the top of her head again. “I love you too, Rare,” I replied, sighing as I stared at the wall, watching the glow from the lights slowly change it from blue to red.

“Darling? Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Has she ever…sang to you?”

I furrowed my brows, unsure of whom she meant. “Who, Flutters?”

“Yes.”

I thought for a moment. Then I shook my head. “No. Not that I recall. She’s sang to you?”

Rarity nodded. “A few times, since she came home. Though…I cannot be certain she’s singing to me, perhaps just to herself with me around, but still…”

“Huh, weird. Yeah, no…she hasn’t done that with me.”

“Do you suppose it has anything to do with what they did to her?”

“In the base?”

“Yes. When they made her sing in front of everyone.”

I ruminated for a moment, glancing down at the large swirl of violet hair before me, held in place by the plastic clip. “Could be,” I replied. “What kind of songs does she sing?”

“Pop, mostly. Sometimes love songs. The first one she sang was that one that goes:

I recognized the melody right away, though I hadn't heard it for a number of years. "Yeah...I remember that song. Fuck, that's an old one; how the hell does Flutters know it?"

"She said her mother used to sing it."

“Hm. Makes sense.” I searched for her hand under the water to hold it. “You know, there’s a lot more to that girl than most people think.”

Rarity nodded. “I love it.”

I snickered softly.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the tranquility and warmth of our surroundings. My thoughts began to drift to other things, like what kind of jobs she had for me at the boutique, and what it was going to be like being around her at work. I tried to picture her in a professional setting, schmoozing with clients—possibly several at a time. I wouldn’t put it past Rarity to be able to handle that. I began to wonder what it was like to be in a place like that day-in and day-out, and eventually I remembered what she said a few minutes earlier: about how she felt like her life never stopped, like there was no time to take a breather, and it made me realise how little time she’d had to grow accustomed to this lifestyle compared to me. I remembered feeling overwhelmed like that at certain times in my past, but I also remember being buried alive, with literally nothing to do for decades—it can go from one extreme to the other, just like that.

She wasn’t alone in how she felt, and I thought she should know it.

“You know, it’s funny,” I began, ”I’ve felt like that before too. Like this life is a runaway train; you can’t stop it, and it’s going too fast to just to jump off, so you just have to hang on for the ride—and you have no idea if its ever gonna stop.”

“Mmm,” she hummed softly in reply.

I paused for a moment, putting my head back to rest it on the edge of the tub. “In the past, I’ve had to deal with wars, looking after tons of people, travelling—god, travelling sucked! Especially crossing the ocean on a sailing ship. You’d be on there for months; no sleep, nothing to look at, and nothing to do unless bad shit was happening. Oh fuck: this one time, I was on a ship that sank in a storm, and I ended up swimming for…fuck, I don’t even know...days? Weeks? I can’t remember now, but anyway, it was too cloudy for me to use the stars most of the time, so I had no clue where the fuck I was going. Eventually though, I did land on an island off the North American coast, which eventually became part of New York—Staten Island, to be exact. Except it wasn’t a city yet; the only thing there were trees and rocks and shit like that. Ha! I didn’t even realise it was an island at first, not until I went around it a couple times and realised I had to swim across the canal to get to the mainland, and I was like: ‘fuck! I can’t believe I-‘”

I stopped suddenly when I heard a soft rattle from the fashionista’s sinuses. I dipped my head to see her face: her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open slightly.

She had fallen asleep, and was snoring softly.

As far as I knew, it was the first time she’d slept since her turn.

“Hm…am I really that boring?” I asked aloud. I let my cheek rest on her head and sighed, staring off into space. “‘Night, Rare.”

Author's Notes:

The song Fluttershy sang to Rarity. I don't know why I went with it. It just seemed like something she would sing, to be honest. Plus, I liked being able to say something about her childhood.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQ6ciQG1LTI

Fun fact: the a cappella version of this song happens to be the first song ever to be successfully converted to MP3.

It is also based on a real restaurant in New York City, which should look vaguely familiar to you Seinfeld fans.