Good gravy, did you need to get out of that castle. If you hadn't managed to talk Twilight down, who knows how far things would have gotten? Rarity had told you before about how obsessive and unreasonable Twilight could sometimes get with some things. This was not one of those things you wanted to be around her for, and the potency of her magic would have made it impossible to get away from her if she wanted you to stay.

Several paces away from the large crystal tower, you stop and take a breath. The ordeal has made you want to run home as fast as possible, but that'd just mean getting caught in Rarity's vice grip that much quicker. A distraction was needed. What to do, what to do? No interest in a movie. No television to watch at a bar. Perhaps reading the evening paper on a nearby bench would be a good way to waste an hour or so? It was cheap and easily accessible – and the news stand across the street is just sitting there waiting for you.

The faster you hide behind the paper, the better. Here come the mares' eyes from all angles again...and here comes that one mint-colored unicorn you've seen around from time to time. Um...Lyra, that's it. She's looking at you with googly eyes too. Isn't she into mares though?

Your hand glows golden as the grinning musician approaches, and you feel a gentle yank. A half a step is as far as you're going to move. "Lyra, your...aggressiveness is admirable, but I'm not going with you."

"Aw, but I wanted Bonnie to try something fun and different with me!"

"Do...do you want Rarity to kill you? You know we're together, just like everyone else does."

"It's not like I would say anything!" Lyra pouts.

"Oh yeah, because everyone around us wouldn't see you dragging me off. It'd get back to her. You know that."

"Fine," the mare sighs, letting you go and sulking off.

Whew! That could have gone worse. Now, onto that newspaper.

Thank God the walk back home to the boutique was generally uninterrupted. Was a smart move grabbing a paper and burying your face in it. Probably gave enough ponies the impression that you weren't interested in socializing at all. Shame there wasn't anything terribly interesting that evening to read, but there rarely is. There isn't any such thing in Equestria as a twenty-four-hour news network to waste time with or see what's going on in the world or be lied to by.

The fake reading would have to wait a moment though. The door to Carousel Boutique is locked and the sign is flipped 'Closed'. Wouldn't be the first time the store sign was flipped, but why did she bother to lock the place? Rarity didn't mention that she was going out later on when you saw her last. Eh, maybe something came up. No big deal.

With a shrug, you fish your keys from your pocket and find the right one. The jingle overhead doesn't even register, but the crinkling of paper under your foot as soon as you step inside does. What's this? A note or something?

Apparently so. It says 'Lock the door behind you' and has a kiss on it. Oh jeez, not again. As your pulse increases while you wonder what your wild little mare is about to do, you close the door ever so quietly and obey the note – even though it still triggers the bell. Dammit, shut up!

Your breaths are practically nonexistent. Your feet are stuck to the floor. Strange though, you haven't heard any stampede coming from upstairs and Rarity hasn't called out for you yet. Maybe she did go out and the note is merely something from earlier that you missed out on. How long did it take you to get home from Twilight's castle? Didn't feel that long. The sun's still going to be up for another hour or two, it looks like.

Well...whatever the case, you could use a snack. Flicking your wrist, you dive back into the paper and look for something interesting to gloss over. Though you don't watch where you're going, it's a straight line to the kitchen and pretty simple to figure out where you are when your shoes start hitting the tile floor. Now, what's in the fridge, what's in the fridge? Ah, an apple. That'll work.

After shutting the fridge, a familiar voice greets you as you bite into your fruit, stopping you in your tracks.

"Want something to eat?" Rarity asks, spread eagle on the table, her hind legs and tail hanging over the edge. You barely see her bright blue eyes and coy smirk for a second before she lays her head back down.

Hm. A sweet, delicious, juicy apple...or your girl.

Tough call.

Gulping down your bite, you shrug and casually fling in the apple in the general direction of the sink. It sounds like it may have landed in it, but who cares? The paper flaps onto the floor and you make a beeline for her waiting slit. Good thing for that nap earlier!

In a heartbeat, her entrance is in your face and your hands are around her legs, holding them apart. A happy giggle comes from above. Her sweet musk hits you almost immediately and you take in the erotic scent. A taste quickly follows. Though you thought about it for a brief moment, there was no reason to take your time. Rarity had been ravenous for days, skipping most of the usual foreplay, and the bit you had together didn't last long.

Your coarse tongue grinds into her pleasure center, eliciting her legs to squeeze together ever so slightly. With a few clitoral flicks eliciting delighted hums, you turn things up a bit, a fresh caress tickling her exit and swirling its way up her hole. Her panting grows when you gently suckle on her button, occasionally adding a delicate nibble into the mix.

Taking a second, you well up some spit in your mouth and slide a pair of hungry fingers in, soaking them in preparation for their journey. It wasn't really needed, but every little bit helps – and makes things more enjoyable! Your chin finds itself planted atop Rarity's sweet spot and your mouth still on the attack, leaving just enough room for your digits to slip their way past and into your mare's own wetness. A lone drop leaks down her crack as you poke and prod. A hoof lands on your head, forcing your face in harder, as your lady hisses through her teeth. Oh, she better not squeeze her legs together with the way she's been lately. You like your skull and brains intact.

Your fingers quicken their pace, and Rarity eventually releases her grip on your head, instead grabbing the edge of the table. Her hips swirl about, squeezing your aggressive digits inside her. Eventually, you hear her gasp, "Get up here."

In a flash, you're on your feet and your hands are stumbling over your pants button. Panting like she just ran a race, Rarity stares straight into your eyes, silently begging you to hurry. The pants briefly get caught on your erection until you clumsily force them to your feet. Needing the leverage, you simply rip your shoes off in the process, not wasting time undoing the laces. You had a mare waiting for you, dammit! Your boxers follows suit, and the second you're hands are free, Rarity's mystically grabbing you by the neck and pulling you into her lips.

With passion boiling over, you quickly find yourself and plunge inside her to the hilt. Still lip-locked, she loudly groans in euphoria. Her forelegs find their way around you as a hand grabs onto a hind leg. The other slams down on the table. Your thrusts are steady and long. Through all the heavy breathing, you can still barely hear the slick caress of her pussy as it takes every inch you have with ease.

The kiss breaks, and you find Rarity smiling at you – and in a bit of a daze. Grinning back, you repeatedly slam into her harder than before. Gasping, she arches her back and quietly moans, "Ngh! Ah! Oh, shit!"

While it wasn't the first time by any stretch, It was always so fun hearing your lady swear in spite her prim and proper attitude. But now, it was time to take control of the situation. You take her forelimb in hand and pull them apart. She gets the idea and lets you go. Standing tall and proud, you tightly grip her hips and slam into her like a jackhammer. She shrieks and squeals in ecstasy as her body shakes with every rapid, violent crash.

Her hooves find new homes. Not wanting to be thrown around too much, she grabs onto your wrists and hangs on while her hind legs squeeze around your waist. However, the table still manages to be pushed an inch or two across the floor before bumping into one of the dining chairs, its legs loudly scraping the tiles. Eh, the floor will be fine.

You, on the other hand, will be even better in a moment. With Rarity practically screaming and your cock smashing her cunt, you start to feel the wonderful beginning of the end. The time arrives and you bury yourself inside her, releasing a river of white. Rarity climaxes with you, nearly biting her lip till it bled as she equally clutches at your wrists. When you finally finish, you gently collapse onto your girl and hold her head in your arms. Her hooves delicately wrap back around your neck, and a happy hum whispers in your ear.

"Mmmmm, I needed that," she pants, smooching your ear.

Before you catch your breath, you quip, "You made me waste an apple."

Her giggles were always so cute.

With a final parting kiss, you stand up off your lady and find the paper towels to clean up after yourself – as well as the apple laying in the sink. Rarity, in the meantime, is content with staying on the table for a few more minutes as your gift begins to leak out of her. Once you're as dry as you're going to get without a shower, you set the roll beside her. She'll get to it when she's ready. Better put your pants back on. Will be easy without the flagpole getting in the way.

May as well go ahead and toss the unfortunate fruit into the trash too. You'd prefer not to eat it after it's been sitting in the sink for a little while. Rarity's also cleaning herself up now. Guess she knows she has to get up eventually anyway. Preemptively, you scoop the garbage can out from under the sink and wait for your lady to be finished, chucking the apple away. After a couple minutes, a few wads of paper float their way over and are dropped in. Oh yeah, the newspaper needs to be tossed as well. No problem.

Sighing contently, Rarity sits up and hops off the table, her big, beautiful, satisfied blue eyes blinking. "Want something to eat?"

"Isn't that how this whole thing got started?" you joke back.

"Actual dinner, this time," she chuckles.

"Yeah, sounds great. Let me go toss this out first. Garbage is tomorrow, right?"

"It is."

"Thought so. Okay, I'll be right back."

"Anything in particular you interested in?" Rarity asks.

"Eh, surprise me."

"Alright. Think I'll start by wiping off the table first though."

Smiling, you nod and make your way out the door. Boy, the typical clean air is always so much more refreshing after a good romp. It constantly comes to mind, especially lately, but it really is great at helping relax your heart rate. As you walk by the kitchen window, you take a look inside and see your girl just finishing wiping down the table as she said she was going to. Your grin grows a little longer while reminiscing about the recent playtime.

Wait...the heck's this red thing in the sea of green bushes? And...are those yellow...hairs? The fuck?

The trash is set on the ground as you take to a knee. You snatch the little red thing and look it over. It's small, round and appears to be stretchy. Is this a hair band? Sure looks like it. And, yeah, those are definitely blonde hairs hanging from the branches. Who could...?

Hold on. The only pony you've ever seen with hair bands like these and also has blonde hair is...

Err...did she...? Could she? No! She wouldn't! Rarity's told you all about her. She's traditional and modest and stuff. Peeping isn't her nature! But...it is season, and as you now know, season makes mares do some crazy things.

Wait, what's with the ground by your foot? It looks recently disturbed, like someone dug into the dirt rather hard. Maybe when...someone was suddenly running away? Sure enough, about a foot or so behind you, there's a loose trail of clumps of dirt. Looks like it could fill the small holes in front of you if you filled them back up. You double check the window, and sure enough, from where you're kneeling, you can see the table as clear as day.

...Holy shit.

Oh jeez, what do you do?! Do you say something to Rarity? She and Applejack are really close friends, but...this is a bit much. You don't want Rarity to end up hating her or anything, but AJ needs to come clean. She's supposed to be all about honesty, isn't she? Not only that, but if you try and hide this from your lady, that could piss her off too. Who's to say she wouldn't end up biting your head off and saying you should have told her? Ugh...yeah, better to get things out in the open now before they get potentially get worse later.

You rise to your feet and nervously bite your lip. You hesitate for a minute before knocking on the window. Rarity is there in a second, a curious look on her face once she sees the trepidation on yours. A 'come here' motion prompts her presence.

"What is it, hon?" she asks once upon you.

You hold up the band and the hairs, confusing Rarity. "I...found these in the bushes. The ground also looks like someone was standing here and then ran off in a hurry. Some dirt was kicked up," you argue, pointing to the bits of soil on the grass. "Who else do you know that wears these things?"

"But...but those could have come from anypony." A blink and the mare freezes up. "Oh sweet Celestia, somepony was watching us!"

The red band takes to the air, glowing blue. Rarity stares at it is disbelief, saying nothing. She turns toward the window and back to the evidence. As hard as she tries to speak, to rationalize things, words escape her again. Gasping, she finally takes note of the curtains inside and snaps them closed.

A couple unsurprisingly quiet days pass by. The fashionista didn't appear to be mad at you, but she also didn't jump your bones even once. More often than not, when you were together, she seemed a bit lost in thought. Three guesses as to what was on her mind. Whenever you asked if she wanted to talk about anything, she'd brush you off or change the subject. Ugh, what was going through her head? Was she plotting something? Was she just upset? Angry? Disappointed? What?!

While it was nice not having to worry about being torn apart in the sack – or anywhere else she wanted – for a change, you still feel bad for bringing this upon her – not to mention helpless. What were you supposed to do if she never wants to talk about it when she very clearly should? Guess the only thing you can do is just let her do her own thing. She'd let you know when she was ready, right?

Well, she would finally let you know early that evening as you sat on the couch reading another book she had borrowed from Twilight a little while back, punctuated with a peck on the cheek. "Hey," you happily say. "You alright?"

"Mhm," she replied with a nod and a smile. It was nice to see her in good spirits again. "I need you to come with me. We're going to pay Applejack a visit."

Oh God, she was going to die.