Chapter 25

The next night, following our first training session out in the clearing -- which we had decided to call ‘Riverfield’ due to the fact that it was essentially just a field with a river through it -- Fluttershy and I were lying together on the chaise lounge watching TV. It was about 11:30pm.

We had decided to take the night off from training because Rarity had gotten a large order that day, and it had to be done in time for the weekend without fail. She had planned on working through the night to get them done, but as it turns out, luck was not on her side.

I received a text from her.

RARITY: I’m having an issue at the boutique. I need some help! It's late and I don't know who else to call.

ME: What's the problem?

RARITY: There's a light out in my work room. I put a new one in, but it's still not working.

I turned to Fluttershy. “Rarity’s got a light that’s not working at her shop, and she wants me to go help her.”

Fluttershy was too engrossed in the movie too look at me. “Hmm?” she mumbled. “Oh, you should go help her then…she’s got a lot of work to do…”

I glanced over at her for a second. “You wanna come with?”

My girlfriend shook her head.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Dang it,” I thought to myself. It had gotten awkward being around Rarity as of late. Maybe it was just my imagination, but it seemed to be getting worse as time went on.

I sighed, leaning over to give my lovely girlfriend a kiss on the cheek, and then I stood up to go put my boots on. I then went outside and hopped into my truck, fired it up and headed down the road.

It took about forty-five minutes to get into town, making it close to 12:30am by the time I parked behind Rarity’s boutique. I got out and locked my truck, then walked around the building to the front door, where I knocked gently and waited for her to answer.

It was dark inside the store. As I peered in through the glass door, I could see her coming through the showroom to let me in. It suddenly dawned on me, upon seeing her ghostly white face coming out of the darkness that it would actually be a pretty frightening thing to see if you weren’t expecting her to be there. That is, until you saw how beautiful she was.

When she arrived at the door, she smiled at me through the glass as she turned the lock and then opened the door to let me in. She had returned to her usual appearance with her styled hair and makeup for the work day, wearing the purple skirt with that loose fitting, light-coloured top.

“Thank you for coming, darling. I didn’t know what else to do,” she said in an elevated tone. “I have so much to do and I can’t see worth a damn in that room!”

Rarity led me into that messy room behind the counter to show me what was happening. On the ceiling in that room, there were three panels of fluorescent lights. One of them was very dim and flashing rapidly, making one side of her workspace very dark; not to mention distracting, due to the constant flickering and ticking noise coming from the fixture.

“I changed all of the tube thingys in that one and it’s still doing it. I simply cannot work in here like this! It casts too many shadows and I can’t see properly! How am I supposed to get everything done by tomorrow?” she whined, lacing her fingers together in front of her chest. She was fidgeting a lot, clearly stressed out by the situation.

“Why did you promise so much work so soon?” I asked.

She gave me a sideways glare for a second before flipping her hair and sticking her nose up. “I never turn down anyone; it is -- and always will be -- my never-ending generosity that sets me apart from my competition. Besides darling, everything would have been fine if it hadn’t been for this light!”

I waved my hand at her. “OK, OK…calm down. Let me have a look at it.”

She nodded. “So sorry, darling. I’m just completely stressed out tonight. I really do appreciate you coming to help me at such an inconveniently late hour.”

"Nah, it's not like I get tired or anything," I replied nonchalantly, climbing upon the stool that she kept in the room, fiddling with the tubes for a bit to make sure she had them installed properly.

Rarity watched with a look of worry as I climbed down after a moment, shaking my head.

“The ballast is gone. You need a new one,” I said. “Everything is probably closed right now so I don’t know where you’d get one, unless I took one from one of your showroom lights.”

She covered her eyes, groaning noisily. ”Oh this is just PERFECT!” she growled. Then, she perked up suddenly. “Wait a moment, the last time the electrician was here, I believe he said these particular lights go bad quite often, and he might have left me with a couple extras. I believe they’re in the stock room; let's have a look, shall we?”

I followed Rarity through the store into a back room full of many different items; rolls of fabric, boxes, cans of paint, spare lights, et cetera.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” she asked, pointing to a stack of boxes on the shelf.

I picked one up to study it. “Yup, this is it.” I looked at the rest of them on the shelf. “You’ve got quite a few here, which is good, but why did he give you so many?"

"A few bats of these eyelashes can go a long way, darling," she giggled, placing the tip of her index finger on her chin as she gave me a seductive stare; demonstrating the look she must have given the electrician when he handed over the extra ballasts.

I smirked and shook my head. "Hey, whatever works," I replied. "OK then, I’ll just have to run out to my truck and get some tools, and I'll have you fixed up in no time.”

The fashionista clapped her hands together excitedly, reminding me of the day I met her, when I fixed her car. In my mind, I suddenly pictured the image of her looking at me through the driver’s side window of my truck with that look of hopelessness on her face, after being stranded on the side of the road for who knows how long. Who could have expected the chain of events that followed: the girls finding out my secret, followed by two of them having sex with me a hot tub, eventually ending up eternally indestructible just like me?

“Oh my goodness! Thank you darling, you’re a life saver!” she cried, elated that we'd found a solution to her problem.

“Be right back,” I said, before heading outside to my truck to retrieve some tools. As I was unlocking my door, I felt my phone go off in my pocket, so I took it out and read the message.

FLUTTERSHY: How's it going? Is Rarity OK?

ME: She's stressed. I think I got it figured out though.

FLUTTERSHY: Oh good. How stressed is she?

ME: Very, but she'll be fine when her lights are all fixed up.

FLUTTERSHY: If u need to giver her something to calm down, then go right ahead, big boy ;)

I paused for a moment, my brows furrowing in confusion as I typed out my reply.

ME: Huh?

FLUTTERSHY: Giver her some lovin if she needs it.

ME: HA-HA very funny.

FLUTTERSHY: ???????

ME: What

FLUTTERSHY: U give her what she needs. That's an order, mister.

ME: I don't think she needs that. lol

FLUTTERSHY: DOOOO IIIIIIIIITTTTT!

ME: OK crazy lady. I gotta get back to work. I'll c u later.

FLUTTERSHY: :)

I grabbed a few tools out of the box behind my truck seat, and then headed back inside. As I walked in through the door again, I got another text from my girlfriend. I pulled my phone out to look at it and quickly snorted at the message.

FLUTTERSHY: U guys--> 8====D ({})

“Hahahaha!...what the fuck, Flutters,” I laughed, making my way through the showroom.

“Is that you, darling?” I heard Rarity ask from the back room. “What’s so funny?”

I cleared my throat. “Oh, nothing…just a funny email I got,” I lied, putting my phone back in my pocket.

I met Rarity in the work room, who was waiting patiently for me with the new ballast in hand. She had been messing around with one of the garments on the bench, and was now wearing her red-framed magnifying glasses.

Those glasses were cute. They made Rarity remind me of a sweet old lady when she was wearing them -- even though she happened be a young and completely gorgeous woman -- but even so, the charm and innocence remained.

I climbed up on the stool to start swapping out the ballast. Only a few seconds had passed before I heard Rarity’s phone buzz on the work bench.

She picked it up, turning to lean on the counter with her back while casually crossing her feet. She sighed as she tilted her head forward to read the message, peering over the red glasses with her sparkling eyes.

“Who could be texting me at this hour?” she wondered aloud. After a few seconds of reading, however, her eyes widened and her pupils shrunk down to little pinpoints.

I looked down at her, meeting her eyes with mine as she nervously looked up at me. Even in the dimly lit room, it was easy to see the bright blush colouring her face as her strikingly beautiful eyes locked on mine.

I knew immediately who had texted her.

“Fluttershy,” I thought, shaking my head. “Is that Flutters?” I asked her.

Rarity nodded quickly.

I rolled my eyes. “What did she say?”

Rarity suddenly hid the phone behind her back. “Nothing,” she replied innocently, her eyes darting around the room, purposely avoiding contact with mine.

I shook my head. “That crazy girl. I swear, she’s a fuckin nymphomaniac.”

Rarity sighed, realising that I already had a pretty good idea of what Fluttershy had sent her. “I'm afraid you're right, darling. I never knew she could be like this, even after all the time I’ve known her.”

“I guess I bring out the best in people,” I chuckled.

She smirked at me, then looked down at the floor. “I haven't the slightest idea why she would think doing...that...is going to help me tonight.”

I shook my head. “I know, right?” I agreed. “Like…maybe we could do that…or…OR, I could just fix this light so you can actually get your work done.”

Rarity laughed softly. “Precisely, my dear,” she replied, just a more serious look came across her face. “Should you be doing that with the power still on?”

I let my arms flop down to my sides, giving her a vacant stare.

“Oh, right,” she said, smacking herself in the forehead with the heel of her hand. “I forgot. I suppose it’s not such a big deal for you if you got shocked, is it?”

“You and me both,” I said, looking back up at the light before stopping again for a second. Then, I looked back down at her. “You know, maybe we should turn the power off, just in case I short something out. I wouldn’t want to fry the whole room.”

“Probably a good idea,” she agreed, setting her phone down on the counter to leave the room. “I’ll get it, darling. I know exactly where the breaker is.”

"OK, cool." I stood and waited on the stool for a few moments as I looked around, taking in the details of the room; there were scraps of material strewn about, scissors, measuring bands and pin cushions punctuating the sea of multi-coloured fabric that covered the countertop. It may have been organised chaos to her, but to me, it just looked like a fucking mess.

Suddenly, the power went off and the room went completely black. I could hear Rarity somewhere in the back of the store moving around, trying to find her way back.

There was a loud crash, followed by her voice.

“Whoopsie!” she called out, causing me to snicker at her cute reaction.

Finally, I saw her silhouette in the doorway, surrounded by the light coming from outside, cast through the front windows from the street lights outside.

“I wasn’t thinking, darling; I should have brought a flashlight with me,” she admitted.

“Here,” I replied, taking my phone out to open the app that uses the camera flash as a LED flashlight, handing it to her once the small bean of light pierced the darkness. “Hold it there so I can see what I’m doing, please and thank you.”

“It would be my pleasure, darling,” Rarity said, taking the phone and aiming it at the ceiling.

She watched in silence as I worked, removing the old ballast to swap in the new one, then connecting the wires and fastening it in place.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed two bright ovals shining in the darkness below, prompting me to turn and look directly at them, only to realise that it was her little red glasses with the light of the phone glaring in the lenses. I had forgotten that she was wearing them, and they were the only thing I could see of her in the darkness at that moment. As soon as I looked down at her, however, the bright ovals quickly swooped down out of sight. She must have thought that I had been gazing at her -- unaware that I couldn't actually see her face -- and had responded by bashfully turning away with her cheeks most likely blushing, which I wouldn't have been able to see in the darkness anyway.

I turned back to pay attention to the task at hand, smirking at the fashionista's coyness. When I was finally done, Rarity left the room, taking my phone light with her to turn the breaker back on. After a minute, the lights came on in full force, flooding the room in clean, crisp brightness.

She returned shortly after, gasping at the sight of her properly lit work space. “Perfect!” she giggled excitedly, walking over to the counter and setting my phone down beside her. “By the way, darling, you got another text from your girlfriend,” she informed me, with a flat tone.

I glanced at Rarity, slightly nervous about what Fluttershy might have sent. “Now what?” I asked.

“It appears she is quite insistent on us” -- she cleared her throat -- ”’doing it’ tonight.”

I shook my head. “Sorry. She gets a little crazy sometimes.”

“Oh, think nothing of it, darling. I understand.” Rarity waved it off. “I remember perfectly well what she was like in the hot tub.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, that whole thing was pretty crazy.”

After gazing at each other for a moment, reminiscing about that night in the hot water, she cleared her throat again and turned away from me to face the work counter. I put the cover back on the ceiling light and then climbed down to gather up my tools, setting them on the stool.

I walked around her roller chair -- the same one she was sitting in the afternoon I saw her swearing at that dress -- and headed over to get my phone, which was still on the countertop next to her. As I reached past her to pick it up, she turned around to go somewhere else in the room, not realising I was right behind her.

Rarity bumped into me gently, recoiling slightly when the tip of my nose hit her glasses, knocking them askew on her face.

"OOH!" she gasped, staggering back a bit, prompting me to reach around and put my hand on the small of her back to catch her. At the same time, she instinctively reached up to place her little, white hand on my shoulder to steady herself.

"Oh dear! Terribly sorry, darling," she said, her face flushing with embarrassment as she straightened the red glasses with her free hand. "How clumsy of me! I didn't see...you...th-th..."

Rarity trailed off, realising that our hands had found homes on each other's bodies. She stared over her glasses at me with those sapphire eyes of hers, her lips parted slightly, feeling her heart rate begin to increase as she leaned in slowly, tilting her chin up to meet my lips with hers. Her eyes closed when she pressed her lips against mine, drawing in a deep breath through her nose as she kissed me gently, reminding me how soft and full her beautiful lips were, and how intoxicating that vanilla scent of hers was. The kiss was brief, yet sweet; sending a wave of dizziness through my brain before she pulled back, breaking it off to look into my eyes again.

Hungry for more, she quickly came back for another, parting her lips for the second kiss to tickle my lips with her tongue, inviting herself into my mouth. I found myself unable to resist, and quickly granted her access as she lifted her hand from my shoulder to place it on my cheek, holding me steady as she drove her tongue deep into my mouth. My taste buds were flooded instantly with her sweetness when she danced around with my tongue, being sure to lick every bit of the inside of my mouth before she suddenly broke away, staring at me with worry in her eyes.

Shocked by her own actions, Rarity covered her mouth with both hands for a few seconds, then let them drop downwards, folding them against her chest “Oh goodness, I’m so sorry, darling! What am I doing? I should never have done that! I wasn't expecting you to be so close when I turned arou-”

I shook my head, stepping back. “It’s OK, I-I was reaching for my phone. It was my fault; I should have said something before coming up behind you like that."

After staring nervously at each other for about half a minute, I decided I'd better get out of there and head home, so I cautiously moved closer to her to try reaching for my phone again.

Rarity never took her eyes off of me. She was leaning with the small of her back against the counter, resting the heels of her hands on the edge as she watched me inch closer. Her face was expressionless, but I could see her beautiful eyes behind those little red glasses, blazing with arousal as she breathed softly between her full, parted lips. She wouldn’t move out of the way -- whether this was intentional or not was unknown to me -- and I was forced to reach around her again, having to look over her shoulder to see where my phone was sitting.

The fashionista kept her gaze locked on me, and I couldn’t help but look into her eyes as I reached past her, stopping when my fingertips were only inches from the phone. Frozen in place, my face was just above her right shoulder, and her head was turned to face me, putting us in a position where our noses were just barely an inch apart. Finally, after exhaling a warm, gentle breath against my face, her eyes slowly closed and she leaned in, opening her mouth slightly as our lips came together. Again, they were soft and warm, and I couldn't help but enjoy the feel of them against mine as her sweet, vanilla scent began to invade my senses all over again.

Rarity drew a sharp breath in through her nose, feeling the excitement rising within her as she turned herself towards me, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck to pull her body firmly against mine. She deepened the kiss, parting her lips against mine to let our tongues come together once again, slithering around one another in each other’s mouths, enjoying our sweet flavours as her perky breasts pressed firmly against my chest through our clothes.

As my heart rate began to increase, I placed my hands on the small of her back, feeling her tiny figure under my touch. She was smaller compared to Fluttershy, though not by a lot; her shorter height and small proportions gave her a similar figure -- save for a few minor differences -- just in an overall smaller package than my girlfriend. It felt strange having to adjust to this new girl, the amount that I had to lean down to kiss her was greater, and her frame felt tiny and delicate in my arms. Her scent was different, the sound of her breathing was different, and the way she kissed was different. All of it was new to me, and it sent a shiver of excitement up my spine, especially when she moaned softly into my mouth with her sweet voice.

She was delicious, like a piece of candy, and I couldn’t resist tightening my grip on her waist, pulling her against me, not caring that she more-than-likely felt my erect length poking firmly into her abdomen.

Just then, my phone buzzed on the countertop, causing both Rarity and I to stop. We opened our eyes, unable to move as we stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, looking at each other with our vision out of focus due to being so close.

She quickly released me and backed away, putting her fingertips to her mouth, looking remorseful for making out with her best friend’s lover. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this; I mean, you and Fluttershy…”

I nodded, and then looked over at the phone for a moment before reaching out to pick it up. The message my girlfriend had sent shocked me.

It was as though she was reading our minds.

FLUTTERSHY: Remember, she spends every night alone now. Don't worry about me, just have fun ;)

I shook my head. “How does she do that?”

I turned the phone to Rarity, who then raised an eyebrow upon seeing the message.

“Maybe I should go,” I said, not knowing what else to do. I didn’t want to hurt my girlfriend. She might be saying it’s OK, but what if she changed her mind later?

Feeling rejected, Rarity stared at me with disappointment in her eyes. It was easy to see that she didn’t want me to leave her there by herself, and I couldn’t help but feel guilty for abandoning her.

Why was Fluttershy doing this? Why did she text Rarity ‘yes’ for me when she asked if I loved her? It seemed like a cruel joke.

I sent my girlfriend a text back.

ME: It doesn't seem right without u here

I looked again at the indigo-haired beauty after sending the message. She appeared to be struggling to accept the reality that she wanted someone who was taken; by her best friend, no less. She finally spoke. “It’s quite alright, darling. I’ll be fine here,” she said, looking down at the floor.

My phone buzzed again.

FLUTTERSHY: I love u. U love me. I love Rarity. It's OK for u to love her too. We're 3 of a kind. U might have made us the way we r, but I dragged her into it. She didn't ask for it, and we can't leave her out in the cold now. It's not fair to her

ME: R u sure? I don't want to hurt u.

FLUTTERSHY: I’m not jealous. I love u both.

I held my phone out to Rarity. She looked at it for a second, then briefly glanced up at me before reaching out to take it. She then read the texts.

A smile crept across her smooth, white face. “Isn’t she a sweetheart?” she asked, looking at me.

I nodded. “What do you think?” I asked.

Rarity pursed her lips, furrowing her brow as she thought about her best friend’s proposition. “She seems serious, not like her messages earlier. I don’t think she would push us so hard if she thought it might hurt her, would she?”

I shrugged, remaining silent.

“What do you think, darling?” she asked.

I sighed. “I don’t know. The last thing I want to do is hurt Flutters, but I also hate to see you like this, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel bad about what I did to you. Flutters is right, you didn’t ask for it.”

Rarity promptly shook her head. “You needn’t feel bad for me, darling. I have more energy, I feel fantastic all the time, I can eat whatever I want and I am more productive than ever. Not to mention I never have to fear pain or death” -- she looked me in the eyes and smiled -- “I will always be grateful for the gift you’ve given me.”

She leaned against the counter again, resting her foot on the seat of the chair, rolling it back and forth idly.

“Do you really mean that?” I asked.

She nodded and smiled, her eyes shining brightly as they looked over her glasses into mine.

I returned smile to her. We remained still for a while, gazing silently at one another.

Rarity finally turned to look at the door, then drew in a deep breath. “Oh, to hell with it!” she said as she suddenly kicked the roller chair across the room, where it slammed into the door at full speed, knocking it shut.

I watched as the door latched itself noisily, closing us in the room together. Next, I turned back to ask Rarity what she was doing, but was caught off-guard by the sight of her quickly coming towards me to grab the collar of my shirt, pulling us into each other and slamming our open mouths together. Her tongue came in again, invading me with unfettered passion, spreading her sweet saliva all over my mouth, moaning softly as her body melted against mine.

All of my worries quietly left my mind as the beautiful fashionista made her intentions known to me; turning loose every ounce of her pent-up arousal, ready to use her eager body to harvest every bit of pleasure she could from mine, with the simultaneous intention of returning all of it back onto me.

Giving in to desire, I gripped her backside and lifted her slender frame off the floor as she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, giggling excitedly into my mouth while I carried her over to the counter to sit her down on it. As we continued to kiss each other deeply, her hands slowly travelled from my shoulders, up the back of my neck into my hair, where she lovingly twirled her fingers around in my short locks.

We then separated our lips, looking at each other briefly before she reached up and gently grasped my chin to stroke it with her thumb, enjoying the rough grit of my stubble against her dainty fingertips. “Fluttershy was right. You certainly are handsome, and so very rugged,” she said, with a slight pause and a tilt of her head. “You know, Golds; you’re not at all the type of man I would normally pursue. I have always made it my intention to be with someone more…clean cut, so to speak. Someone well-groomed and a smart dresser, and financially sound, but the problem is, it is difficult to find a good, genuine, loving man who fits that bill -- lord knows I wasted several years with that Blueblood imbecile -- but you, you carry a certain...allure, is it?” She paused briefly, her eyes shifting upwards as she thought for a second before locking those sapphire gems back onto me. “No matter. Your ancient life fascinates me, darling. It is so very exotic; and beneath your rustic, rough edges and deadly power lies a gentle and caring man…one who is protective and loving, and I see now that these posh rich boys did not possess the traits that I truly desired.”

“You mean, like…I’m the yin to your yang?” I asked, raising a sly brow.

“Precisely,” she replied with a smirk, reaching past me with her hand. There was a bright flash of light behind us, making me turn around to see what it was, only to find that the door now had a large, blue plate of diamond covering it, sealing us in the room securely. When I turned back to look at Rarity, she simply raised an eyebrow and smiled before opening her mouth to speak.

“I’m afraid you’re not going anywhere until I’m through with you, darling,” she said, with a seductive wink, after which she leaned back on the counter with her hands. Now in a reclined position, she put herself on display for me as I stood before her, taking in her beauty with my hips surrounded by her milky white thighs. She then shifted herself closer to the edge of the counter, bringing the warmth between her legs closer to me, her skirt bunching up between us as she pressed her crotch against the bulge protruding from the front of my pants.

Reaching up, she gripped the back of my neck and pulled me deep into another kiss, feasting on my lips and tongue with passionate vigor, moistening my face with her saliva each time her lips slid across mine. I broke away and dipped my head to taste her delicate, fragrant throat; nibbling my way down from her earlobe to her shoulder, eliciting a sultry giggle from her as I left a trail of moist dots on her sweet, white skin in the wake of each peck.

Once I reached her shirt collar, I stopped the stream of kisses and lifted my head to look into her eyes again. “Do you think this is OK?” I asked.

Her eyebrows went up. “Darling, I hate to think of what might happen if you were to disappoint our dear Fluttershy, hm?”

“I meant you, Rare,” I replied. “Are you OK with doing this, even though your best friend and I are…you know?”

Rather than answer my question, Rarity responded with stern instruction. “Darling, I would greatly appreciate it if you would refer to me as ‘Miss Rarity,’ if you wouldn’t mind, please.”

Surprised by the unexpected request, I stared vacantly at her for a moment, then gave my head a shake as I tried to respond. “I…Miss…what? You want me to call you Miss Rarity?”

“Mmmmm, yes,” she moaned, closing her eyes as she tightened her grip on the back of my neck, thrusting her hips upward to rub herself against the erection inside my pants, causing my eyelids to flutter when a jolt of blissful sensation shot through me.

“Uh…why?” I asked, swallowing hard as I tried to keep my concentration up.

She cocked her head to the side, sticking her bottom lip out while gazing up at me with puppy dog eyes. “Please darling, I just want to play a little game with you. I promise it will be fun.”

I sighed slowly, feeling slightly uneasy about what she might have had in mind. “This isn’t some kind of master/slave thing, is it? Cuz I’m not into tha-“

Rarity waved me off, closing her eyes as she shook her head. “Heavens no! That sort of thing is not my kink.”

“OK well, what did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking about something like…playing house,” she replied, pursing her lips.

“What do you mean?”

Rarity let her slender, white fingers slide from the back of my neck to poke her index finger into the center of my chest, where she drew an imaginary line straight down toward my navel. “Like…” -- she paused to bite her lip -- “I was thinking that you would pretend to be the repair man, and you’ve been called here to fix my light.”

We both glanced upward briefly, taking a quick second to look at the bright light fixture before bringing our eyes back down, locking them onto each other as she continued to explain.

“And I’m the lonely shop keeper who called you here,” she giggled, “and now that you’ve fixed my light, I might need you to fix me.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Hm, this does sound interesting.”

The fashionista’s eyes lit up when she saw my interest in her game, and she drew in a little gasp of excitement before speaking again. “You’ll do it then?” she asked.

I drew in a deep breath and glanced at the light once more, then looked at her once again with a devilish smirk on my face. “OK Miss Rarity, what seems to be the problem?”

She gasped excitedly, licking and then biting her bottom lip. “I beg your pardon, sir?”

“Well your light’s all fixed,” I continued, “but I thought you said you had something else that needed fixing?”

“Oh! Yes, as a matter of fact, I do believe I may have a leak in my…” -- she briefly glanced down between her legs -- “in my basement.”

I followed suit, taking a quick look toward her crotch, hidden under her violet skirt. “Is that so? And what makes you say that?”

“Well,” she replied, letting a slow exhale escape through her teeth, clenching her jaw with arousal. “I couldn’t help but notice there has been a lot of moisture down there recently.”

“OK then, Miss Rarity,” I nodded. “Did you want me to take a look? Maybe I can plug it.”

Rarity covered her mouth, her eyes lighting up with a playful lust as she let out a high-pitched giggle. “Oh my, that sounds delightful! I think that’s a splendid idea, darling; perhaps you should have a peek then.”

She leaned back on the counter and brought her knees up, then straightened her legs so her feet were together, pointed at the ceiling, positioning her milky-white calves directly in front of my face. I gently placed my hands on the outer sides of her thighs and ran them downward towards her hips, letting my hands sneak inside her skirt in search of her underwear.

After hooking my fingertips over the top of her panties, I locked eyes with her again before proceeding any further. She was biting her lip with anticipation, her fiery eyes widening as she returned my gaze above the red glasses, which had slid down and were now perched low on her nose.

“Well?” Rarity said sternly, raising her eyebrows. “I’m not paying you to stand around and gawk at me, darling.”

“Yes, of course, Miss Rarity,” I replied, snickering at the absurdity of her game, but also finding it somewhat entertaining at the same time.

Backing up a step, I slid her panties off of her little, round ass, then proceeded to lift them upwards until I reached her knees. Her tall, purple boots were blocking me from going any further, so I let go of the undergarment with one hand to yank her footwear off one-at-a-time, then resumed sliding the lacy, black thong past her calves, reaching above my head to unhook them from her feet.

After dropping the skimpy underwear to the floor beside me, I brought my eyes back down to the backs of her thighs, catching a glimpse of the glistening white lips, peeking out from between her legs. Unable to peel my eyes away from it, I tilted my head to the side to keep her alluring sex in my sight as she brought her legs back down, but of course, it was covered by the purple skirt when her thighs found their homes at my sides again.

Rarity noticed my keenness and let out a playful giggle. “Did you see something you like, darling?” she asked.

I brought my eyes up to hers, feeling slightly embarrassed that she’d caught me ogling her privates.

Again, she giggled when she saw my reaction, followed by a raised eyebrow. “Perhaps you’d like to take a closer look?” she offered as she brought her thumb and forefinger up to lift her glasses up to the bridge of her nose, after which she reached down to delicately grip the hem of her dress.

She slowly lifted her skirt as I watched intently, separating her thighs to grant me a clear view of her moist slit. It was beautiful, like the rest of her; delicate, clean and well-kept, with her tender, pink folds peeking out from between those full, white lips, displayed in a vivid detail that had been absent in the dark, yet colourful hot tub. That night, the lighting on her deck was limited and she’d been under the water most of the time. In fact, the only time I actually saw it was when she stood out of the water, bottomless; however her thighs kept her lips pinned together, closing it up.

“What do you think, Darling? Do you like it?” she asked, catching me off-guard with the question. Snapping out of my daze, I tried to look into her eyes again, only to have my attention captured by her hands, which were making their way down between her legs. Using her fingertips, she gently peeled her shiny, white lips apart, opening herself up completely for me to see, revealing every detail of her anatomy to me.

It made me weak in the knees to witness such a beautiful lady putting herself on display like this, especially with such a gorgeous womanhood to show off. Every detail; every delicate, pink fold was perfectly sculpted. Surrounded by her smooth white skin, it was like seeing a fresh wildflower growing out of the snow, topped off by her neatly-kept, violet landing strip.

Instinctively, I dropped to one knee, positioning my face only a few inches from Rarity’s eager sex. “I uh…think I’ve figured out where the wetness is coming from, Miss Rarity,” I said in a daze, trying my best to keep myself immersed in her game.

She drew in a deep breath through her nose, her eyes widening in anticipation of what I was about to do. “What are we to do about it?” she asked innocently.

I had intention to respond to her, but the enticing, musky scent of her arousal had permeated my nostrils and taken control of me. So instead, I remained silent and leaned in to slip the tip of my tongue into her opening, avidly tasting the flavourful tartness of her warm depths before tracing upward to graze my tongue over her clit, which was still fully exposed by her prying fingertips.

As expected, she responded positively. “Ooh!” she cried, her breath hitching sharply as she pursed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut, relishing the sudden wave of pleasure that washed over her. “Mmmmm, that is…s-simply…oh dear!”

She tasted like heaven. Her juices were smooth and thick, carrying a slightly creamy, yet metallic flavour; not overly pungent or off-putting, just enough to remind me of what it was that I was tasting.

I continued to pamper her with my mouth, using my tongue to trace the soft, delicate ruffles of her minoras, encircling her opening and then her clit, which I would occasionally seal my lips around to suck on, drawing high-pitched squeals from the fashionista as her hips bucked against the sharp sensation that rang from her core and travelled up her spine. Eventually, her breathing became elevated, indicating the looming presence of an orgasm; ready to pounce on its helpless victim, overloading her senses with intense pleasure and limitless ecstasy.

At last, it came swift and sure, delivering a powerful explosion of bliss within her, racking her delicate, white frame as she tipped her head back and let out a high-pitched howl of delight. Acting on instinct, she released her grip on her swollen lips so she could run her fingers through my hair, thrusting her hips upward as she pulled my face firmly into her orgasmic flesh. I wrapped my lips around her supple folds in response, lapping up every drop of deliciousness that I could take from her.

As her breathing began to simmer, I slowly backed away from the pink delicacy; licking my lips in a vain attempt to clear away the slick moisture they had accumulated, savouring the sweet sound of her voice as her sharp cries of bliss slowly leveled off into soft moans of satisfaction. Her eyes reopened, gazing through the red glasses into mine as she collected her thoughts enough to form a sentence between breaths.

“Oh…oh my, that was lovely…” she panted, running her fingers through her swirled, indigo bangs.

I brought myself to my feet again. Unable to resist the beautiful fashionista, I quickly leaned in to connect her full, pale lips to mine.

She saw me coming and gasped excitedly in anticipation of the kiss, parting her lips as she reached up to grasp the back of my neck with one hand, supporting herself over the countertop with the other. The slick film of her arousal spread from my lips to hers, making the kiss infinitely more delicious than the ones that preceded it; a deep, lustful moan sounding from her throat as she tasted her own desire mixed with my saliva on the tip of her tongue.

Suddenly, Rarity broke the kiss and raised her index finger, holding it between our faces. “Wait darling, wait,” she panted, pausing to swallow, “you’re not playing along!”

With a furrowed brow, I drew my head back in confusion. “What?”

“With the game,” she explained. “I asked you a question, and you didn’t answer me.”

In all honestly, I couldn’t remember a single thing she’d said once that thong came off. “I…uh, my apologies, Miss Rarity,” I said, shaking my head. “What was it that you asked me?”

Keeping her face close, she let her finger rest gently on the tip of my nose. “I asked you how you were going to fix my…ahem, flooding problem.”

“Oh,” I replied, clearing my throat. “You need caulk, and lots of it. I bet that’ll fix you right up, Miss Rarity.”

Her eyes widened with excitement, followed by a tiny gasp. “Oh darling, you have no idea how thrilled I am to hear that; I hope you brought the biggest tube you have, seeing as how this wetness of mine is quite severe.”

I gave a single nod. “Absolutely. In fact I-“

My sentence was ended early when she struck like a viper, connecting our lips in another feverish kiss while reaching down to fumble with my pants. My heart leapt in my chest when I felt her trembling fingers claw frantically at my belt buckle, which she promptly made short work of, followed by the button and zipper of my jeans. Next, her dainty little hand shot inside my shorts and wrapped itself around my throbbing shaft, pulling it free from its confines while inadvertently squeezing a large drop of pre-ejaculate from my tip, sending it dribbling down her knuckles.

With a gasp, she broke the kiss to look down at the erection in her hand. “Oh dear, what a messy fellow you are!” she joked, releasing my length to turn her hand around to wipe the clear, slick fluid from the backs of her fingers onto my head. Afterwards, she resumed her grip on me, using the coating of juice to apply smooth, yet firm strokes, sending joyful shivers through my body each time her delicate fingers passed over the ridge and swept across the head.

Rarity brought her lips to mine once more; briefly this time, just enough to steal a taste my saliva before leaning back onto one elbow, looking down at herself. Her skirt was still flipped over and resting upon her midriff, leaving her delicate, pink slit fully exposed under the bright lights.

Pursing her lips, she brought my length down and pressed the bottom of my shaft against her crease, rubbing it back and forth over her clit, prompting her legs to quiver and shake with delight as I placed my hands on her milky-white thighs to gently rub my palms along them, feeling her muscles twitching under the skin.

After about half a minute of this, Rarity released her grip on me and leaned back on both elbows, peering over her glasses at me with a playful smirk on her lips. Those sapphire eyes of hers were on fire, and she appeared to be preparing mentally, readying herself to gorge on the pleasure she was about to receive.

I stopped for a moment -- a moment that ended up feeling like hours -- to look at the beautiful woman before me; leaned back on the counter with her legs around my waist, letting my erection lay against her exposed, wet folds as she gazed into my eyes, panting with arousal.

After seeing her in her natural state the previous night, it was striking to see her completely made-up again. Her was hair styled in those bouncy, coiled locks, her face powdered smooth like snow, with the stark contrast of her black eye-liner and thick lashes against her porcelain skin, along with the shiny, light blue eye-shadow that perfectly complimented the look. All of it made her completely gorgeous, but not in a phony sort of way like many people; now that I knew how beautiful she was underneath, it seemed to show through the façade of living the posh and seemingly stuck-up lifestyle that she did.

Still, her beauty was nearly untouchable. It’s not that she was more beautiful than Fluttershy; just beautiful in a different way.

Fluttershy seemed innocent. Her nurturing manner held an allure for someone who was looking for a partner who would be gentle and caring, and who longed to be held close and protected. As I learned, however, this was a bait and switch. Under the shyness was a devious she-devil who loved to be pleasured to the limits of what her body and mind could handle, as well as having a particular interest in seeing others pleasure each other right in front of her…while under her command.

Rarity was different. To the untrained eye, she was little more than an over-dramatic princess, who was vain and narcissistic, caring only of her clothes and appearance.

But she wasn’t like this at all. She was sweet; possibly even as sweet and loveable as Fluttershy, a fact that escaped many folks because her outward appearance indicated a very different personality. I couldn’t help but imagine how many male students at her high school must have viewed her as an unachievable goal; the majority of them figuring they had absolutely no chance with someone like her, unaware of the fact that she was far more personable than one might realise.

As my mind suddenly returned to the present, I found myself once again standing over her, resting my hands on her bare thighs with my rock-hard length nestled against her moist, eager slit.

How was it possible to for someone to be this beautiful? How had I not noticed it to this extent before? Looking down, I was struck once again by how exquisitely formed her womanhood was. To me, my erection looked grotesque in comparison to her lovely flesh, and I felt as though I would be soiling her perfection if I had my way with her right then.

Rarity had apparently noticed my hesitation. “What’s the matter, darling?”

Her question drew my attention back to her hypnotic gaze, and after staring at her for a few seconds, I blinked and rubbed my forehead to clear my thoughts. “Um…it’s just…” -- I bit my lip, then shook my head slowly -- “nothing, Rare.”

“Tut tut!” she scolded playfully, raising a finger. “That’s Miss Rarity.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, Miss Rarity.”

“Now what were you thinking about, darling?” she asked. “I can plainly see that you had something on your mind a second ago.”

“Ah, I was just thinking about how perfect you look,” I explained, “and how it would almost be a shame to make a mess of you.”

“We’ve made love before, darling. I simply cannot understand what you are getting at.”

I looked down at our sex, watching mine resting against hers. “Yours just looks so much nicer than mine,” I confessed. “I feel like…if I fucked you, it would be like walking through a spotless marble mansion with muddy boots on.”

Rarity furrowed her brows, glaring at me over her glasses. “Darling, what on Earth are you talking about? Don’t be ridiculous!”

I rubbed the back of my neck somewhat sheepishly, realising I was probably over-thinking things. “You’re right, that was pretty dumb. It kind of struck me just now is all; you’re like a goddess, Rare,” -- I shook my head quickly -- “er, Miss Rarity.”

She giggled, shaking her head. “Oh darling, what a cutie you are! Even at your age, and with such power, you’re still just like a puppy dog around a pretty lady. Such a romantic!”

I smiled, noticing her expression becoming more seductive as she reached up to stroke my cheek with her thumb. “Listen to me, sweetness,” she continued softly, “you are more than welcome to put that handsome cock inside me anytime you wish. Do you understand me?”

I wave of excitement and lust swept through me suddenly, and I couldn’t help but give her a dazed smirk in return. “Yes, Miss Rarity.”

“Now then,” she said, clearing her throat as she impatiently shifted herself on the bench. “What seems to be the holdup? It is quite rude to keep a lady waiting.”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” I said, “Let me, uh…”

“Ah-ah! Allow me, darling.” Rarity took her hand from my cheek, placed the tip of her index finger on the head of my erection and gently pushed it downward, sliding it down the length of her crease until it was pointed directly into her entrance. Then, biting her lip, the fashionista reached out with both hands to grab my belt loops, pulling me into her.

With a racing heart, I watched as my head disappeared between her soft, pink petals, followed by inch-after-inch of the shaft; marvelling at the intense heat of her interior blazing around me, enveloping me with smooth, hot moisture and heavenly tightness as I sank deeper into her.

Rarity’s lips were pursed, her brows furrowed as her flesh stretched to accommodate me, her eyes widening with delight when she felt the acute fullness of me occupying her supple, tight flesh. She didn’t stop pulling until our bodies came together, bottoming me out completely as she embraced my hard length inside her exquisite depths. A blast of hot breath came from her mouth suddenly, and we gazed into each other’s eyes, savouring the connection between us.

“Holy shit,” I muttered without thought, distracted by the feeling of her tight heat squeezing down on me.

She nodded in agreement. “Indeed!” she replied, swallowing hard, followed by a shaky exhale. “Now,” she panted, leaning back on her elbows again, “if you could be a dear and please fuck the living daylights out of me, it would be greatly appreciated.”

I leaned closer to plant a quick kiss on her lips, and then placed my hands on her waist as I pulled back, withdrawing from her pink folds until only my head remained inside her. Without warning, I thrust forward swiftly; our bodies slapping together when I reached deep into her with my length, drawing a sharp gasp from her, followed quickly by an ear-piercing yelp.

“AAH!” she cried, eyes wide with ecstasy and shock. “Again!”

I slid out once more, noticing the layer of glistening moisture on my shaft as I wound up and rammed into her even harder this time; causing the red glasses to slip down, ending up on the tip of her nose after the impact.

Rarity’s gleaming, sapphire gems locked onto me, and she shook her head as she spoke in a shaky, excited voice. “Oh god! How I’ve longed for this, ever since that night in the tub. Fuck me, darling!”

I didn’t keep her waiting. Continuing the deep, hard thrusts, I drew one loud moan of joy after another from her, watching as her head tipped back, letting her long, indigo hair pile up on the countertop behind her. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, breasts jiggling inside her bra under the light shirt as I hammered her body again and again, drilling deep in search of her orgasm, which I knew was waiting to be discovered just below the surface.

For me, Rarity felt like heaven. Each stroke was like a soothing massage; given by hot velvet wrapped tightly around me, sending waves of tingling pleasure from the head of my length, spreading throughout the rest of my body.

The fashionista’s breathing had now become shallow, her muscles stiff, and It was obvious that her loins were about to explode in a fit of ecstasy within the next few thrusts.

When it arrived, there was no doubt that she’d made it. It would have been hard to miss. First, she let out a howl that must have been audible from down the street, followed by her hips arching upward as her blazing womanhood clenched down around my length in a series of sharp, rhythmic pulses. Then, in a fit of wild passion, her eyes popped open and she sat up quickly, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck as she frantically kissed my throat, jaw line and lips between moans and soft whimpers.

Goosebumps came over me suddenly; the sensation of her sweet lips tickling and moistening my skin was exhilarating, combined with the cold feel of her glasses brushing against my face, contrasting with the tight, pulsating inferno that massaged my rigid length. Her hot breath wafted against my face as she gyrated her hips uncontrollably, her fully-lit body slithering violently against mine until finally, the orgasm released her and she leaned back, hanging from my shoulders by her fingertips briefly before slipping free, flopping onto her back with a dull thud on the countertop.

I watched in awe as she laid there, her bosom heaving with each breath as she stared incredulously at the ceiling; her heart hammering in her chest, punctuated by the occasional twitch of her insides, wrapped around my erection.

“Damn,” I said, with a small chuckle. “You OK?”

She shook her head slowly, her eyes staring off into space. “You, darling…are fucking magnificent,” she panted.

“Well, I uh…” I trailed off when I looked down, between her legs. As I took in the sight of her pink folds wrapped firmly around my shaft, it quickly became apparent that she had produced an abundance of fresh moisture in the wake of her climax, some of which had been spread from her crease to her inner thighs and across her mound, soaking her violet landing strip as well as my hard length in the heat of our love-making.

“Oh no,” I said.

“What is it, darling?” Rarity asked, sitting up part way to see, supporting herself on her elbows.

“I’m afraid your leak has gotten worse, Miss Rarity,” I said. “What do you think we should do?”

After a quick moment of thought, the fashionista gave a slap to the countertop next to her hip. “More caulk, darling! Right away!” she demanded.

“Coming right up, Miss Ra-“ I began to laugh at her response, unable to finish my sentence. “Hahaha! Oh god, I can’t take it; hahaha…that was fuckin funny.”

Rarity apparently found my laughter contagious, and she herself had started to giggle, covering her mouth with her fingertips as her hot interior squeezed me with every sweet titter, a sensation that I found rather enjoyable. Eventually, the funny moment had run its course, allowing us to regain our composure, only to end up gazing amorously at each other again, after which we leaned in and connected our lips once more.

This time, the kiss was tender and sweet. Our tongues came together, one caressing the other, licking the arousing flavour from one another’s mouths until we were interrupted by the fashionista, who had obviously been thinking about the source of our laughter from a few seconds ago. The corners of her mouth curled upward, smirking against my lips as a gust of air came from her nostrils and blew against my face, followed by a persistent giggle into my mouth from hers.

“So sorry, darling,” she giggled, breaking the kiss.

“It’s OK,” I replied, resting my forehead against hers. We laughed softly together, gazing into each other’s eyes with our noses almost touching as we enjoyed the humor all over again.

She took a deep breath after the laughter subsided, and then licked her bottom lip while exhaling through her nose. “Well, shall we continue?”

“It would be my pleasure,” I replied, standing upright and resuming my gentle grip on her hips as I began to work her tight flesh again.

My length was gliding through her effortlessly now; the additional moisture created by her orgasm became apparent to us very quickly once we’d resumed our activity, prompting Rarity to comment, as usual.

“Oh my, it did get wetter!”

One thing I was really beginning to enjoy about having sex with Rarity was how she liked to talk, even in the heat of the moment. She was never one to keep quiet in any situation, so it was really no surprise that she was like this, and to be honest, I was having fun with her. It was adorable in a way; how she maintained her poised attitude and classy politeness, despite the fact that she was spread-out on her work bench, lying on someone’s half-finished frock, having her wetness repeatedly drilled as the shameless, sloppy sound of our colliding bodies echoed throughout the room.

At first, it struck me as odd that she was so talkative now, compared to the hot tub incident. That night, she was fairly quiet. After some thought, however, it seemed obvious that the main difference there was the presence of Fluttershy, who had shocked both the fashionista and me into a state of mind where we mindlessly did as she commanded; which, to be fair, really wasn’t such a bad thing.

I smirked at her comment, gazing at her pretty face as she bit her lip and sat up so she could enjoy watching me disappear between her tender folds over and over again. Struck once again by her elegance, a vision of nature began to form in my mind; an image inspired by her smooth, pale skin and dark hair, an image that I suddenly felt the need to describe to her, knowing that she would more than likely be extremely flattered by it.

“You’re so beautiful, Rare,” I said, fighting to keep my voice steady as I primed her to be worshipped.

She shifted her sapphire eyes onto mine, breathing through her parted lips as she attempted a response, which proved difficult with her mind being shattered by each thrust. “That’s M-Miss…Miss…” -- she closed her eyes and shook her head -- “mmmm, oh forget it!”

I chuckled, struggling to keep my own mind from floating adrift in a sea of ecstasy as I continued to speak. “I mean it.”

“Ooohh…w-why thank you, d-darling, I…I…” -- Rarity paused to swallow, then continued panting -- “What is it that you ffffffind so alluring about me?”

After drawing in a deep breath to prepare myself, I began to speak. “You remind me of a clear winter’s night,” I said, feeling a wave of self-consciousness suddenly come over me. Despite this, however, I forced myself to continue. “Your dark hair is like the midnight sky, with the full moon casting a pale glow onto endless rolling hills of freshly fallen snow; its untouched surface sparkling and flawless, like your beautiful skin. The stars are shining down from above, trying in vain to mimic the alluring sparkle of those brilliant, blue eyes of yours.”

Even in the midst of pleasure, her expression went blank. Stunned by the compliment, her eyes eventually began to moisten and she cupped a hand over her mouth for a brief moment, before mustering a soft response. “Darling…that was lovely; thank you.”

I slowed my pace slightly, changing my methods to give her long, slow thrusts, enjoying the feel of her tightness sweeping over me inch-by-inch. “It’s true,” I said, to which she leaned up to plant a kiss on my lips.

Afterwards, she settled back onto her elbows, at which point I noticed how wild her hair had become. I had always wanted to run my fingers through her dark, silky locks; however I knew how anal she was about her hairstyle, so I had always resisted the temptation to touch it. Tonight, however, it was already a mess, so I decided to throw caution to the wind and dive in.

I reached out and combed my fingers through her bangs, feeling the cool smoothness of them as a wave of vanilla scent hit my nostrils, stirred up by my gentle tousling. She looked up and watched my eyes intently, allowing me to continue caressing her long, indigo locks -- much to my relief. One corner of her mouth curled up in a little smirk, giving me the courage to sink my fingers deep into the silky strands and run them down the length of her hair to her shoulder, after which I gently placed my hand on her cheek and used my thumb to give the red glasses a nudge, setting them higher on the bridge of her nose.

“My goodness, darling,” she panted, “you are such a fabulous lover; I can see now why Fluttershy enjoys herself so much with you. And those things you said earlier,” -- she paused to shake her head slowly -- “so sweet.” Her eyes went wide with concern suddenly. “OH! You mustn’t let Fluttershy hear you saying such things to me; she may not be too impressed with you.”

“Not if I can come up with one for her too,” I replied, quickening my thrusts again.

“There’s an idea!” she replied, her eyelids fluttering. “But how…oohh, how could you possibly top what you just said to me?”

“Hang on, let me think,” I said, chewing my lip as my eyes shifted to the ceiling. As I thought, I took my palm from her cheek and brought it down between her legs to dip my thumb between her slick folds, placing it directly on her clit.

“Oh dear!” she yelped, arching her back suddenly.

“Shh, I’m trying to think,” I said, smirking devilishly.

“B-but how can I…? Th-that’s not fair!”

“Shh!” I shushed her again, then looked down at her a second later. “I think I’ve got one,” I said, pressing firmly on that sensitive bud, wriggling my thumb rapidly as I pushed my entire length into her, drawing a series of quakes, frantic squirms and shrill cries from the fashionista. “How does this sound?” I asked.

“Let’s hear it, d-darling,” she gasped, gritting her teeth.

“OK, here it goes: Fluttershy, with her soft, pink hair and smooth yellow skin is like the sunrise; every moment I’m with her, I get to bask in the warm glow that she casts over me, reminding me that even when the world feels dark and gloomy, having her at my side will always brighten my day and make me feel whole again.”

The fashionista tipped her head to the side, a look of warmth on her face as she tried to stop her eyes from rolling back in their sockets. “Aww! Darling, that was…that was…aahhh…” her brows furrowed suddenly, and her body tightened up, prompting her to close her eyes tightly and raise an index finger. “A moment, if you p-please!” she squealed.

Her climax returned, ravaging her body a second time as I caressed her clit, continuing my mighty thrusts. Every sensation was intense; tearing her pulsating, porcelain body in every direction as her voice nearly ripped a hole in the very fabric of space.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably as the orgasm slowly subsided, during which I transferred my hand from her clit to her breast. Cupping my hand over it, I kneaded the soft tissue through her shirt as I shortened and slowed my strokes, giving her a much needed break from the powerful sensations.

“Oh god, darling, that was…” Rarity trailed off, closing her eyes for a moment to catch her breath. Eventually, she opened them again and gazed at me as she enjoyed the feel of my hand massaging her breast. “Umm…so where was I?” -- she perked up -- “Ooh! Fluttershy! You simply must tell her that! It was absolutely sweet, and lovely; and I believe it to be one hundred percent true.”

I nodded. “I’ll tell her.”

The fashionista wagged a loose finger at me. “See to it that you do!”

I raised my hands at her. “Hey, I said I’ll let her, OK?” I chuckled, receiving a playful smirk from her, after which I spoke again, changing the subject. “I’m sorry, Miss Rarity. I’m a shitty repair man.”

Her eyebrow rose. “Oh? Why is that?” she asked.

“Cuz your leak is worse than ever.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” she said seductively. “What would you suggest then?”

I rubbed my chin for a moment. “I recommend applying the caulk from a different angle,” I said, withdrawing from her pink folds and backing up a step, gesturing for her to get down from the counter.

Rarity sat up and slid off of the counter, placing her feet on the floor. Her knees buckled suddenly, prompting me to catch her by the shoulders, holding her steady.

“Oh dear!” she giggled, reaching up to fix her glasses again. “It seems my legs have gotten a bit wobbly.”

I snickered and leaned in to give her a quick kiss. “OK, let’s get you into position then,” I said, turning her around to face the counter, her back towards me.

“Oh!” she replied, unsure of what I had in mind for her.

I placed one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, then guided her down gently, bending her over the counter so she was laying chest-down, bearing her weight on her forearms. Next, I grabbed that purple skirt of hers and flipped it up onto her back, exposing her lily-white backside to the room.

She had a cute ass. Smooth, round and petite, with flawless skin that was pale as the moon; silently inviting me to touch it, to grope it, and to enjoy it. Unable to resist temptation, I cupped a hand on each of her pert cheeks, kneading them firmly once or twice, before gently separating them to expose what was hidden in between.

What I found was a shiny streak of moisture that had migrated downward during the time spent on her back, along with a second opening; white like the rest of her, puckering tightly as though recoiling from the bright light. Below that resided her pink slot, spread wide by her open cheeks and glistening with moisture, inviting me to return to its heavenly depths.

“Ready, Miss Rarity?” I asked, positioning the tip of my length between the swollen halves of her entrance.

“I was born ready, darling,” she replied, looking over her shoulder at me.

I slid in without hesitation, burying myself in her moist heat until my legs came against the backs of her thighs, followed by my hands transferring themselves from her derriere to her hips so I could hold her steady.

“OOH!” she howled, squeezing her eyes shut. “YYYYYES!”

I resumed thrusting into Rarity from the new angle, savouring her tightness as I glided through it effortlessly, her wetness providing more than enough lubrication for me to charge full steam ahead without worry. Throughout the entire session, her interior felt nothing less than incredible, and by this point in the game I knew I was nearing the home stretch.

She knew it had to be coming soon as well, judging by my frantic breathing, not to mention the extra-rigid erection that ruthlessly pummeled her from behind. “Where do you want it?” she asked, followed by a blissful gasp.

“Sorry, what?” I asked in reply.

She turned her head partway to face me over her shoulder, keeping her eyes closed. “Where do you want to cum, darling?” she asked, licking her bottom lip.

I gulped and looked down at her ass as I considered the question. The bottoms of her cheeks were soaked by then, causing a lewd slap to echo around the room every time my hips collided with them, after which they would peel away from my skin like Velcro when I backed out for the next thrust. “I’m not sure, I…”

“I am yours to do with as you please. You deserve it, after everything you’ve done for me tonight,” she continued. “You can finish wherever you’d like; in my mouth, perhaps?”

“Uh…um…”

“Or if you prefer, I may even entertain the idea of letting you shoot it in my bottom,” she offered, much to my surprise.

I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the feel of her deep, tight flesh inching me closer to release with every stroke. I knew it felt too good for me to leave, and even though her other offers were tempting, this was where I wanted it. “That's very generous of you, but I uh, I think where I am right now is as good a place as any,” I replied, letting out a long exhale.

She tipped her head back and closed her eyes again, letting her indigo hair wash down her back like a silk waterfall. “Ooohh, I couldn’t agree more, darling. I couldn’t agree more!”

“You want it?” I asked, egging her on. I had to admit; I loved hearing her saying these things.

“Yes!” she cried, followed by a long exhale.

“How bad?”

She shook her head frantically, stirring up another invisible cloud of vanilla scent. “SO bad!” she begged. “I can’t wait to feel it; when you drain yourself into my pussy…I’m aching for it, I want it so bad!”

These words drove me crazy. Her slang, her desperation, her anticipation; all of it turned me on even further, and in response, I kicked up my speed a notch and sprinted to my finish.

Rarity had turned to face forward again, her hair swaying around her face as she panted against the countertop, relishing the sensation of the girth that came into her again and again; stretching her, pleasuring her, carrying her swiftly towards a third mind-blowing climax.

At last, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opening wide to let out a scream of ecstasy as her loins hit peak pressure and then finally exploded, sending a shockwave of euphoric pleasure throughout her body. She balled her fists tightly in response, grabbing handfuls of scrap fabric on the countertop and squeezing them with all her might as she endured the overwhelming bliss that washed over her without end.

As this happened, I could feel her flesh tighten around me as she came again, and the unexpected firmness stimulated me to the breaking point, shattering the limits of my pleasure threshold. Triggered by the sudden spike of sensation, I tightened my grip on her hips as my manhood began to pump furiously, firing several thick jets of hot fluid into her, filling her pulsating depths in short order.

Rarity shrieked with delight when the felt the hot flood burst into her. “Ooooh, YES! Fill me up, darling; I love it!” she cried, gasping at the sensation of her flesh pulsing in harmony with my length as it finished delivering the load into her, leaving her breathless and completely satisfied.

Once it passed, we relaxed our bodies for a few moments. Rarity laid with her head turned, resting her right temple against the counter, her breasts squeezing flat beneath her as her lungs heaved her shoulders up and down, her hands now relaxed and laying palm-down on both sides of her head, having released the fabric that she’d latched onto during her orgasm.

I leaned into her, pressing my hips against her wet ass while protruding deeply into her flooded interior, drawing a sweet giggle from her each time the occasional post-orgasmic twitch struck my length.

Finally, she spoke. “Très bien, darling,” she said with a sigh, “that was, without a doubt, the most fun I’ve had at work, and I wholeheartedly thank you for that.”

“Anytime, Miss Rarity,” I replied. “Although, the leak in your basement still isn’t fixed; in fact, it’s WAY worse now.”

“Ah yes,” she nodded, giggling. “I distinctly felt one of the pipes burst…” She brought herself up to lean on her elbows and turned her head partway to look over her shoulder, but stopped suddenly when the movement revealed the sheer volume of fluid that had been deposited in her. “Ooh!” she gasped, her eyes wide. “That was a big one, wasn’t it?”

I let out a chuckle. “Let’s see,” I said as I started to withdrawal from her, prompting her to perk up in alarm.

“Oh! Wait, darling, wait!” she said quickly, “Give me a moment before you go, I just need,” -- she glanced back at me briefly -- “We mustn’t make a mess in here, you know,” she explained as she rummaged through the scraps on the countertop.

Finally, she selected a strip of red material and held it up to study it briefly before giving a little nod. “Ah, I won’t be needing this.”

With fabric in hand, she reached between her legs and cupped it over her mound, brushing the base of my shaft with the soft material. “OK, you may go, darling.”

As I slipped out of her, she quickly clamped the fabric over her crease, holding the load inside as she stood and turned to face me, leaning with her rear-end against the counter.

Rarity was slouched over slightly with her arm hidden under her skirt; her hair untamed and strewn wildly across her face, prompting her to run the fingers of her free hand through it to regain -- at the very least -- a small spec of composure. Clearing the hair from her face revealed her red glasses, which had fallen off one side, placing part of them in front of her mouth, resulting in a lens that had been fogged up after having her hot breath panted against it.

She adjusted the glasses with her free hand, daintily gripping them with her slender, white fingers to place them back on her nose. A slight grimace appeared on her face next, followed by a series of blinks when she realised she couldn’t see through the one side. She removed the glasses and held them about half a foot in front of her face, furrowing her brow as she studied them. Upon discovering the clouded lens, Rarity let her arm flop down, holding the glasses loosely at her side, looking at me with a loud exhale blowing from her lips, followed by a soft chuckle and a shake of her head.

“My goodness, this certainly is undignified, isn’t it?” she said, turning her head as she tossed the glasses onto the countertop.