Rarity and Octavia take a honeymoon vacation to the sunny beach.
Some people would consider a week-long spa trip a satisfactory honeymoon, right? Well not Octavia. Shortly after her wedding to Rarity, the sultry cellist takes her wife to Diamond Beach for a true honeymoon. One week of surf, sand, and sun?
... It's going to be a long week.
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Many thanks to: T3CHN0 BLITZ Killabyte Tarox And Crimson Valor For wonderful pre-reading! (Please excuse the cover image... I can never find anything good.)
The following is a direct sequel to my story ‘Intimate Details’ which can be found by clicking here. While this story could likely stand on its own, I would still recommend you read its predecessor. Many events and characterizations would make much more sense with a little knowledge of what came before, no?
For those of you unfamiliar with and unwilling to explore the Intimate Details-verse, a little bit of fair warning: This story is humanized. Earth Ponies are ‘Human,’ Pegasi are ‘Avian,’ and Unicorns are ‘Magi.’ There are no hooves, horns, flanks, withers, or other horse anatomy. The characters inside are human - or as close to them as they can get. While towns and cities retain their Equestrian names, the story is also set in an alternative universe. A few changes have been made to the geography. Canterlot, instead of being pretty much a castle on a mountainside, is instead a wide, sprawling and industrious city, while Ponyville remains a small farm town. Most of those changes mean little, however, since most of this story takes place in an area almost completely my own creation. Therefore, in accordance with its setting and its relation to the original story, this fic has earned the ‘Alternate Universe’ tag. (As a side-note, I apologize for the cover image and how misleading it might be. It's difficult to find a humanized Rarity and Octavia picture... That isn't NSFW.)
And another fair warning: The ‘Mature - Sex’ tag is there for a reason. In the words of this fic, you’re going to find quite a bit of sexual interaction. Much more, in fact, than one would probably expect. Nevertheless, I think it goes without saying that you ought to read with caution. The fetishes explored within are relatively tame when compared to what’s out there, but they are still fetishes. Meaning they might not be for everybody.
Having said all that, though, I would like to thank you for taking the time to read this story. Additionally, if you’re a fan of Intimate Details, thank you for following up with the sequel. It means a lot to me to have faithful readers that return to my work on a regular basis, and don’t read one story, follow, and then forget about me.
In short, thank you all for reading. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.
“We just took a week-long vacation before the wedding!” Rarity protested. Octavia just grinned and reached into her purse. With a flourish, she withdrew two white slips of paper. Rarity took them hesitantly. Her heart nearly stopped as she read the text on the small slips. “Octavia. This is…”
“One week at Diamond Beach’s most luxurious spa. You and me, and a week full of sun, sand, and ocean.” Octavia grinned as Rarity read over the tickets she held, her eyes steadily growing wider.
“Octavia, this is… I can’t…”
“They were a gift from my father.” Octavia cut her off, albeit quietly. Rarity looked up to see Octavia’s features drawn in a slight frown. Rarity knew her relationship with her father had been tenuous at best. Octavia disliked her mother, and never forgave her father for siding with the woman in every single one of their arguments. Needless to say, Octavia’s eighteenth birthday had been a sobering affair. Octavia had left to pursue her musical career, and left some harsh words in her wake. Since then, Octavia rarely spoke with her father. But once she had given the man the obligatory wedding warning, they seemed to have bridged the gap. At least, if the tickets in Rarity’s hand were any indication.
“How?” She asked quietly.
“Apparently he owns a lot of the shipping and distribution companies along Horseshoe Bay, and they do frequent business with the resorts and spas along the coast. He wasn’t specific, but I gathered that these were given to him as thanks for a business deal and he has no use of them. We’re staying at a spa, in a bungalow for a week.” Her frown was gone, replaced instead by a giddy smile. “With no one within hearing distance.”
“Oh.” Rarity felt a warm blush creep onto her cheeks. The two of them had been so busy since the wedding that they hadn’t had the time or the energy to make love. Granted, it had only been one week, but still… Rarity was eager to consummate things. Officially. “I’ll go pack my bags.”
“Bring a swimsuit.” Octavia gave her a quick spank, sending Rarity bouncing down the hall with much more exuberance than any decent woman should have allowed. Things were peaceful. No one had heard from Vinyl, though Twilight had texted Rarity saying she had found a letter in the guest bedroom when she returned to Ponyville. Rarity had almost asked what it said, but she feared the contents. Twilight had assured her that no one would be hearing from Vinyl anymore. Not until she had her anger well in-hand, at least. She was indeed leaving for Saddle Arabia, though. Octavia had been concerned enough to ask the Guard for assistance investigating Vinyl’s disappearance. The last report was that she had last been seen at Appaloosa, on a train bound for Saddle Arabia. That put both Rarity and Octavia at ease just a little bit more.
Twilight had managed to speak with Rainbow Dash again. The avian ex-lover had been the first to forgive Twilight, perhaps because she had been a source of Rarity’s pain in the past. Just yesterday, Rarity had had a quick phone call with Pinkie Pie, who mentioned Twilight stopping in and setting up a lunch date for the following week. Pinkie had sounded apprehensive (an admirable feat for a woman who was normally boisterous and excitable) but cautiously hopeful as well. Rarity had high hopes that Twilight might actually be able to bridge the gap between all of her old friends again. Rarity was in that pocket, and it seemed Rainbow Dash was as well. Two down, three to go.
Yet, as Rarity slipped into the massive spare-bedroom-converted-to-wardrobe, those things were the furthest from her mind. She had bags to pack, and for once in her life, she would be able to actually visit the beach. Rarity had never been before. She was excited at the prospect of sharing a bungalow with Octavia, nothing but surf, sun, and sand for a whole week and the resort boasted a spa as well, so there was that to look forward to. As Rarity began packing luggage, she found herself smiling.
It seemed she had quite a bit to smile about lately.
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The trip to Horseshoe Bay didn’t go over flawlessly. The city itself was a hub of warehouses, docks, shipping centers, and factories. This was Equestria’s main industrial city. Anything that could be produced was produced here, and then shipped either up the Northern coast to Saddle Arabia, or off and away to other cities along the coast to the South. But that didn’t mean that it ran smoothly all the time. As Octavia and Rarity left Canterlot, it was with high hopes. The downhill train ride towards the coastal city was fast-paced and full of wonderful sights to see. Rarity had seen the ocean in passing a few times before, but seeing it now, after her long spell of depressive events in Canterlot, was like seeing it for the first time. They crested a small hill, and the ocean spread out before her like a trillion sapphires rolling in the midday sun. She got to look at the vast expanse for a short while before the train entered a small wood, cutting off her view. She was plastered to the window, her eyes straining for just another peek of the sea.
Then the train stopped. Just outside of the bustling industrious city, they screeched to a halt and stayed that way for a long while. When Octavia went to check, she came back grim-faced. Apparently some machinery from a factory had exploded and damaged the railway. A team of magi were hard at work repairing the damage, but they said it’d be close to an hour. By then, Rarity had already been seated for two hours, and her legs were restless. Other passengers were stretching their legs along the corridors, and a few had stepped off to the side of the train tracks to smoke cigarettes or walk up and down the becalmed locomotive. Rarity and Octavia had joined the latter, only to be caught outside when the train started up yet again. They managed to jump on, three cars back from their cabin, but at least they hadn’t been left behind.
After that, it was slow going through the city. They had to change trains here, and the layover was another hour, on top of their delay. The sun was sinking in the sky by the time they boarded the second train, due north along the coast to their destination. Halfway between Saddle Arabia and Horseshoe Bay was the longest stretch of pristine crystal-clear water and soft white sand that Equestria knew. Here, profiteers from Horseshoe Bay staked their claims in high-end spas, resorts, casinos, and getaways. The stretch of land was known as Diamond Beach, and was a prime vacation destination year-round. It was hot during the summer and warm during the winter. Just now, with school still in session and tax season just firing up, the resorts and casinos would be in the midst of a dry spell.
That was part of the reason Octavia had decided to take advantage of the free resort tickets from her father. The other part was she wanted a proper honeymoon, not a pre-wedding vacation, as she called their little spa trip. As the train pulled out of Horseshoe Bay on its way to Diamond Beach, the sun was sinking below the horizon. Rarity watched it slowly descend into the waters of the glimmering ocean, turning the sapphire blue into a molten orange before leaving a mantle of dark purple that slowly faded to black, shot through with diamond-shaped, twinkling stars. The train pulled into Diamond Beach’s station at ten at night. Rarity and Octavia were alone on the platform with their bags, and no attendant to meet them. After hauling their luggage to the closed ticket counter and calling a courtesy number, they waited a half an hour for a liaison with the resort to catch up with them.
“I’m so sorry for the delay!” The liaison was a strapping young man, no older than twenty, and tanned through and through. He sped up to the ticket counter in a white van, and as soon as he jumped out he was all apologies and courtesy. “We had no idea the trains had hit trouble in Horseshoe Bay! Please, ladies, allow me.” Rarity handed her bags off thankfully, and the young lad set about loading them into the van straightaway. Octavia had been adamant about bringing one of her cellos along. Rarity had begrudged her for it during the layover, and even more during the ticket counter wait. But now, it seemed, it was their saving grace. The man grasped the handle of her cello case and froze. He looked at the case, then at Octavia, then back at the case, and finally back to Rarity and Octavia.
“Is something wrong?” Rarity asked.
“You’re Octavia, aren’t you?” He said, almost as if in disbelief.
“I am.” Octavia said guardedly. Rarity could tell she was exhausted. She took her lover’s hand gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“You’re Davis’ daughter.” Octavia stiffened at the mention of her father’s name.
“What of it?” Rarity squeezed her hand again, stepping closer to lay a hand on her arm as well.
“Miss Octavia, I’m so sorry… We thought you wouldn’t make it today. We were so saddened when you didn’t show on the five-o-clock train.”
“Please don’t tell me you gave away our reservation.” Rarity could almost hear the anger in Octavia’s voice. It was mostly exhaustion, but there was something else there as well.
“No! No, not at all!” He nearly dropped her case as he went to wave his hands frantically. “We were just saddened is all! I mean, sure, we get celebrities here now and then, but you’re in the news across the nation. Look!” He reached into the cab of his white van and pulled out a newspaper. Rarity took it and unfolded it. Plastered across the front page was a full-sized, color photograph of her and Octavia, holding hands and waving to the crowd that had greeted them outside of Canterlot Castle. The headline read ‘Star Cellist and Fashionista wed in Canterlot! Wedding of the Century!’ The paper was just a local tabloid, nothing major or official, but it still brought a slight blush to Rarity’s cheeks.
“Of the century, huh?” Octavia said, un-amused. Rarity shushed her and handed the paper back with a smile. Both of them were far too tired to care about the headline, but Rarity knew if she were any less tired, she would probably have fainted from shock.
“We’re really excited that you managed to make it! Please, feel free to have a seat in the van. I’ll be done loading momentarily, and we’ll get you to the resort as soon as possible.” He bustled about loading the rest of their luggage while Rarity and Octavia took the front bench seat of the white van. Rarity was fit to nod off. Octavia laid her head on Rarity’s shoulder and closed her own eyes, though, so she stayed awake if only to support her lover for a few more minutes. The liaison began to speak as he climbed into the driver’s seat, but spotted Octavia and shut his lips with a smile. They left the train station and turned onto a surprisingly-busy road that seemed to split the resorts and hotels of Diamond Beach in half. Casinos glimmered and winked lights at them, while fancy drives leading up to the entrances of high-end hotels cut them off at every other street.
Diamond Beach was busy at all times of the night, it seemed. By then, the in-dash clock of the van read 11:24, but there was still traffic on the road, tourists going to and from the casinos and hotels. There were even a few clubs they passed, where the loud music could be heard from inside their van as they limped through traffic block by block. The last time Rarity had been to a club was the fiasco with Amethyst that had landed her the first dress deal with Octavia. While there had been plenty of stress that night, she was still glad for it. That, and the prospect of dancing with her arms around Octavia wasn’t missed on her. She made a mental note to run the idea by Octavia when they were more awake.
Twenty minutes of thick traffic later, and the liaison pulled into the hotel drive. “Please,” he said, graciously taking a groggy Octavia’s hand to help her down out of the van. “Check in at the front desk. I daresay we’ve been expecting you. And don’t worry; I’ll have your luggage delivered to your bungalow before you even arrive.” Rarity thanked him and surreptitiously slipped the young man a twenty-dollar bill and a wink as he climbed back into the driver’s seat and sped off. Octavia groaned and followed Rarity into the front desk. A smiling young woman stood behind the polished marble counter, but as soon as she saw the two of them, her smile widened even more.
“I almost didn’t believe Michael when he said Octavia and Rarity had arrived, and he was going to the station to pick them up. Welcome to the Diamond Sands Luxury Spa and Resort, ladies.”
“Thank you.” Rarity gave the woman a sheepish smile as she and Octavia arrived, though the poor cellist looked half-dead on her feet.
“You look tired. I won’t bore you with nagging details. Everything you need will be in this folder. Here are your keys, and your personalized PDA.” The woman slid a small slip of paper, two keys, and a fancy-looking device across the counter towards them.
“What’s this?” Rarity asked, picking the device up. It looked almost like her cellular phone, albeit a lot more advanced.
“It’s called a Personal Data Assistant. They’re rather new, but we issue them to all our luxury guests. You can take it with you anywhere, even in the water. You can use it to call for food, services, or even rescue or transportation, if you get hurt or lost while exploring the beaches. As long as you have that with you, we’re just a button press away.” The woman tapped the folder. “Instructions are inside. But please, don’t let me hold you up. Jason is waiting to take you to your bungalow.”
“Th-thank you.” Rarity flushed a little and shoveled all of the papers and keys into her arms, leaving one hand free to hold Octavia’s as they turned from the counter.
“Enjoy your stay, Miss Octavia, Miss Rarity.” The woman waved them goodbye, and Rarity smiled over her shoulder. This place was too good to be true. Fancy technology, polished marble, warm and cozy tropical decorations in the lobby, and as she stepped outside of the lobby towards the front drive, the smell of the ocean washed over her, along with a fresh breath of night air. Another young man was waiting for them, this time even more tanned and sporting a thick blonde braid that fell to his waist.
“Good evening, ladies.” He had an easy-going, suave manner about him, and he held a hand out to a white cart behind him. “It’ll be my pleasure to get you to your bungalow. Don’t worry, the ride is short, and your bags have already been unpacked.”
“Thanks.” Rarity was too tired to even thank the man properly. He waited until both Rarity and Octavia were seated on the long bench behind the steering wheel before he took off. Rarity had never seen or heard of golf carts before, so the fresh breeze and brisk ride along a gravel path was bracing enough to wake her up. The way was lit with small lamps set into the side of the path, and they branched off every now and then towards a hunched, dark-looking building or two off to their right. But in between bungalows, Rarity could hear the ocean, and see the vast expanse of inky-black water, all the way out to where it kissed the stars on the horizon. There were times when the path appeared to come within inches of the water, and other times when she could just barely make out the white, foamy breakers in the distance. But they didn’t travel very far. He only passed four bungalows before arriving at the fifth. In the dark, Rarity couldn’t see the structure very well, but it almost appeared as if the walls were woven out of straw. Octavia had nodded off again, and refused to wake when they arrived. Rarity held a finger up to her lips and gingerly lifted her lover with magic.
“Good night, Miss Rarity.” Jason whispered to her, backing the golf cart up onto the trail as she turned to the dark bungalow. After a little searching, she found the door on the far side of the structure, facing the ocean. Propping Octavia up with one glowing hand, she used the other to fumble the key into the lock and push them inside.
“Oh wow.” She had to breathe in disbelief at the bungalow. ‘Homey’ didn’t describe it. ‘Comfortable’ wouldn’t have done justice, either. This was downright, without a doubt, perfect. A low lamp illuminated the first room with a soft, golden glow. The floor was cool dark-brown tile with a large, woven mat in front of the door. Immediately to Rarity’s right was the bathroom, and it appeared the mat extended to the threshold. “For sand.” She muttered, smiling to herself. From what little she saw of the bathroom, it was white tile, and had a luxurious-looking shower, and even a Jacuzzi tub. But this main room was the bedroom and den all in one. The far wall, opposite where Rarity stood with one arm full of documents and the other busy trying to guide a sleeping Octavia inside, was dominated by a massive bed sunken into the ground. The top level of the mattress was level with the floor they stood on, and it was there that Rarity dropped her charge. Octavia settled into the light sheets with ease, not even stirring once she had been set down. Rarity left her there to sleep. Tired as she was, she wanted to at least look around the bungalow before going to bed.
The main room consisted mostly of the bed, but Rarity saw a roll-up portion of the wall that opened out towards the ocean, with what appeared to be a fire pit sunken into the floor. There were two chairs opposite the ocean of the fire pit, so two people could light a fire, prop their feet up, and watch the sun set on the waves. Rarity was in awe. Aside from the bed, chairs, and fire pit were three other doors, and a small table near the front door. Rarity set the folder, keys, and PDA on the table and went to look in the other three doors. The first was just left of the fire pit, and appeared to be a walk-in closet. Rarity flicked the light on and found towels, two strange-looking boards, and an empty bag there. She’d ask Octavia about them in the morning. The second door was a closet, and inside was their luggage. Rarity would unpack in the morning.
The third door, however, led into the rest of the Bungalow. Rarity left the bedroom and found herself in a kitchen/dining room combo. The kitchen was separated from a six-person dining table by a two-seated breakfast bar, and all of the walls boasted the same roll-up sections that the living room den did. Rarity peeled one aside, and spotted a half-full moon hanging low over the waves outside. This portion opened to the ocean as well, so they could eat beside the sea. Rarity smiled and let the cover fall before poking her head into the disappointingly-empty cabinets and fridge. There was a note on the fridge about calling some number to request food and beverages. Rarity ignored it and looked around some more, but found nothing else. The bungalow was small, but well-furnished and comfortable. In fact, if the closet weren’t so damnably tiny, she could see herself living in a place like this. A smile spread across her lips and she found her sense of curiosity sated. Stripping her travel clothes off, Rarity gingerly did the same for Octavia before joining her wife on the bed. Sleep took her then, calm and peaceful and quiet. She did not dream.
The smell of coffee and the ocean woke her. Rarity stretched with a soft groan and blinked to clear her eyes of sleep. She could hear gulls crying in the distance, and the soft sound of waves breaking on sand. It was a calming sound; one that she found brought a smile to her face. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Octavia smiled down at Rarity, clad in nothing but a sports bra and panties. She stood at the edge of the bed, towering over Rarity, still level with the floor. Rarity herself wore only panties and a tank top, and she smiled up at the goddess-like woman standing above her.
“Good morning yourself.” Rarity groaned, stretching languorously. Octavia stepped onto the bed, lifting one foot until she straddled Rarity, towering above her like a womanly statue of beauty. Rarity let her eyes slide over Octavia’s curvaceous form inch by inch, following the curve of her hips up to her face even as she lay sprawled out on the bed beneath her.
“Sleep well?”
“I wouldn’t call what I did ‘sleeping;’ more like I took a coma for eight hours.”
“Haha.” Octavia’s light-hearted laugh made Rarity smile even wider. Slowly, Octavia lowered herself to her knees, and leaned forward. Her straight, raven-black hair shrouded Rarity in a warm embrace. Their lips met softly. Rarity lifted her hands into the magnificent shroud of black hair, tangling her fingers through the long strands and kissing Octavia until she couldn’t breathe properly. Panting softly, she let her wife go, but still held her close. Octavia’s hands slid along the sheets until they found Rarity’s shoulders. There, they grasped her pale flesh tenderly, lifting Rarity into another gentle, passionate kiss.
A heat began to build inside Rarity’s core, and built to a head faster than she could ever have hoped. She would have gladly let Octavia take her then and there, but there was a different sort of pressure inside of her, and she whimpered gently into Octavia’s lips.
“Bathroom?” Octavia whispered, her lips still brushing Rarity’s.
“Sadly.”
“Hmm. Go. Coffee’s almost ready anyways.” Octavia gracefully rolled off of Rarity and the bed in one smooth motion, coming to her feet and striding away into the kitchen purposefully. Rarity was loathe to leave the embrace of the cool, welcoming sheets, but mother nature was calling. She went to handle her business and washed up thoroughly before entering the kitchen. Octavia leaned against the counter with a steaming mug of coffee, and another one sat on the breakfast bar, waiting for Rarity. Two sugar, two cream, just the way she liked it. “Good morning.” Octavia beamed over the rim of her cup as Rarity took the first sip of her own.
“Good morning again.” Rarity teased, blowing on the hot coffee to help cool it. Octavia had raised the roll-up portions of the wall, exposing the kitchen and dining room to the ocean. Rarity could see and hear the waves, and the sun looked bright as it sparkled on the white sand brilliantly. She realized why this place was called Diamond Beach. The sand was so white and pure; it looked almost like diamonds glittering in the sun. She could hardly wait to frolic and play in the surf. But there were more pressing matters at hand. Like the aftermath of their heated good-morning kiss. And coffee. But the kiss was more important.
“So I read through the folder. It’s honestly just a bunch of welcome stuff, but some of it is kind of useful.” Octavia produced the PDA from her sports bra, holding it between them.
“How does it work?” Rarity asked, still sipping coffee.
“There’s a stylus, here.” Octavia set her half-empty mug aside and pulled the slender device from a slot behind the PDA. “You use it to tap or write on the screen. It’s pretty self-explanatory. We just have to make sure to charge it each day when we’re done. It says we can do pretty much anything with it…” Octavia proceeded to tap the illuminated icons on the screen. Rarity was amazed to see the technology as Octavia scrolled through menu options. “We can order food, fill our fridge, request transportation, play music, request drinks, set up a masseuse appointment, or even book other services. See, they have a beach-side dining set.” Octavia pulled one of the options up. “Apparently we have a package deal. Look.” She tapped on it again. The screen changed, and a whole set of numbers and words came up. “We can use this dinner service three times during our stay.” She tapped the return arrow twice and began scrolling again. “Oh wow. We also have a $2000 credit to the casino down the street.”
“No way.” Rarity looked more intently at the screen. “They’re letting us gamble for free?”
“For the first two thousand, yes. Jeez, they’re giving us everything. Movie tickets, theatre shows, free cover to the night clubs…” Octavia’s tone was a little flat, but Rarity didn’t miss the slight bit of inflection on the topic of night clubs. Her wife just might be willing to go dancing after all.
“I’m starved. We should order some food.” Rarity suggested.
“And shower.” Octavia grinned at her suggestively.
“And shower, yes. I still have to unpack.”
“Well, why don’t you go get started on that, and I’ll order us breakfast?” Octavia waved Rarity off with the stylus. Rarity downed the last of her coffee and went to go unpack their luggage. After everything had been hung up on the closet’s racks or tucked into the drawers of the wall-borne dresser, she carried all of their toiletries into the restroom. The whole room was decked in white tile, but a small window let the fresh ocean air in as she set everything in its proper place. Octavia slipped in behind her just as she finished.
“I ordered a ‘basic package’ to get us started. It’s mostly cereal, oatmeal, sandwich materials, and pasta for dinner. That, and they’re bringing room service for breakfast. They’ll be here in about a half an hour.”
“Half an hour.” Rarity frowned. She was looking forward to enjoying a long shower, complete with her wife’s company, but she didn’t want to be caught red-handed by the service staff.
“Relax, love.” Octavia draped her arms over Rarity’s shoulders. “You’ll get me in that wonderful bed yet. We have all week.”
“Not nearly long enough.” Rarity groaned as she slid her hands around Octavia’s waist. Her fingernails gently dug in as she pulled Octavia’s hips tight against hers. The cellist gasped softly into her ear, further evoking Rarity’s arousal.
“E-easy, darling.” Octavia whimpered. Rarity could tell Octavia was grappling with the same debilitating arousal she was. “Let’s not get too carried away. I haven’t eaten since the train.”
“Aww.” Rarity groaned. “You’re right.” She didn’t want to admit, but getting too carried away at that moment would likely lead to more harm than good. “But I can still shave your legs, can’t I?”
“Only if I can shave yours.” Octavia grinned and kissed Rarity’s cheek before stepping away so they could strip. The shower was hot and refreshing, and they took a little while with one another to freshen up and scrub away the travel stress. They emerged twenty minutes later, both shaved and blushing. Rarity had found it incredibly difficult to avoid taking her pleasure from Octavia, and had managed only just barely. Octavia herself had struggled, of that there was no doubt. When she had shaved Rarity’s legs, the poor woman had almost hyperventilated, the way she was panting so hard… Rarity almost grabbed her hair and forced her mouth against her crotch, but resisted… Barely.
After toweling off and slipping into loose-fitting matching white slacks and blouses, they went to share another cup of coffee while waiting on the food delivery. They were not left waiting for long. The sounds of a cart greeted their ears, but before Rarity could go to the door to greet them, the cart swung into sight around the side of the bungalow, just outside of the rolled-up walls.
“Good afternoon, ladies!” Jason, the same young man who had driven Rarity and Octavia from the front desk to their new home for the week, slipped off of the cart alongside two women. “You look like you slept well. Last I saw you, Miss Octavia, you were drooling on Miss Rarity’s shoulder.” Octavia blushed at that, but Rarity laughed and went to greet them. Jason lifted a hand to stop her. “Aah. Just have a seat at the dinner table, Miss Rarity. The lovely ladies and I will be preparing your lunch this afternoon.”
“Lunch?” Rarity arched an eyebrow. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost one in the afternoon. Now go. Sit.” Jason smiled and gently shooed Rarity away.
“Have we really been asleep that long?” Rarity looked to Octavia, who pulled the PDA out and nodded with a slight frown.
“We got in really late, remember?”
“I guess so. Wow.” Rarity took her seat while Jason and the two ladies from the cart began unloading food into the fridge and cabinets. Afterwards, they began preparing a meal for them, and the smells were making Rarity’s mouth water. They started with a light salad, which Rarity all but devoured. Octavia showed the same exuberance, while Jason chatted amicably with all four of them. Rarity learned that the two women were named Michelle and Janet, and they would be the two chefs in charge of cooking Rarity and Octavia’s lunches and dinners for the week. Another woman, named Brittanie, would be making their breakfast or any late-night snacks they wanted. Jason, who worked from noon to midnight, would coordinate anything else they wanted, be it massages, transportation to casinos or clubs in town, or even jet ski and boat rentals. He was also a tour guide, and could take them anywhere along the beach they wanted to go. As lunch cooked, he told Rarity and Octavia about all the things Diamond Beach had to offer.
There were grottos and rivers further to the North along the beach, while to the South were a famous boardwalk with luxury restaurants, an arcade, and even a fishing tour. There were nine casinos on Diamond Beach, and three of them would credit the resort’s two-thousand-dollar bonus. He went on until the food was served, when he and the two chefs excused themselves to let Rarity and Octavia eat in peace. The soup they had made was tangy and delicious, and went well with the soft bread rolls they had brought along. Rarity ate her fill before slowing to chat with Octavia about their plans.
“I dunno. Tonight, I think we should just stay here. Settle in, you know?” Octavia brushed crumbs from her hands into her empty soup bowl before leaning back against her chair with a glass of water.
“Agreed.” Rarity nodded. “We could go swimming.” She looked across the short expanse of sand towards the crashing waves, eager to go for a dip in the surf. It had been ages since she had worn a swimming suit or even really been out in the sun. She was thankful she remembered to pack heavy-duty sunscreen. Another blush rose to her cheeks as she imagined Octavia rubbing her down.
“That sounds like a plan.” Octavia agreed. “What about tomorrow?”
“I… Kind of wanted to go dancing.” Rarity admitted with a blush. Octavia looked at her for a few moments.
“What, like, in a club?”
“Yeah…” Rarity’s blush intensified.
“Wow.”
“I know.” She pouted at her wife, even as Octavia chuckled and reached out to take her hand.
“I never figured you for the type.”
“We met in a club, remember?” Rarity remembered that man’s hands all over her. She imagined Octavia’s instead, touching her every which way. Her blush intensified even more.
“I couldn’t forget if I tried. Let’s do it.” Octavia grinned and leaned forward. “We’ll dance the night away, my love.” They shared a gentle kiss before finishing off the last of their lunch. Jason returned to clean their dishes.
“Anything else I can get you, ladies?” He asked with a warm smile.
“I don’t think so.” Rarity shook her head. “Not just yet, anyways.”
“If you tell me now, I can have dinner prepared and served anytime you’d like.”
“Ooh.” Octavia pulled the PDA towards her from across the dinner table. “I saw this earlier. The seaside Bar-B-Que. It’s been recommended as an early get for long-time visitors.”
“Excellent choice!” Jason clapped his hands and smiled at them. “What we do is bring in a grill and make your choice of five dishes, while the resort’s own mixmaster makes your drinks right in front of you! Anything that’s leftover is packed and sealed by our own magi, so you can take it with you for a picnic lunch during the rest of your stay.”
“Oh my goodness.”
“Yes.”
“Heavens yes. Please.” Rarity and Octavia answered simultaneously. The lunch had been nothing short of fantastic, and Rarity’s taste buds were still dancing with the aftertaste of the incredible soup. These chefs clearly knew what they were doing. To have a whole meal prepared right before her eyes was going to be nothing short of amazing.
“Fantastic. I’ll get the gears turning on that. It’s almost two-o-clock now, so would seven thirty be a good time for you two?”
“Perfect.” Rarity nodded to Octavia, who affirmed their plans with a warm smile.
“Seven thirty it is. We’ll leave you two be for a while. Was there anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you Jason. Wow.” Rarity shook her head with disbelief and smiled at Octavia. “This is incredible.”
“My pleasure, ladies.” Jason smiled and bowed his way out, and as the cart pulled away from the bungalow, they were left with nothing but the sound of the waves.
“This is too good to be true.” Rarity shook her head with amazement. This place was unbelievable. The PDA was new and exciting technology she hadn’t seen before, the service was top-notch, and the location was breathtaking. She was beginning to think one week wasn’t enough to spend here. They might just have to spring and pay for another week after this one. Or a month. Or forever.
“I’ve only been here once before.” Octavia said warmly, still holding Rarity’s hand. “It was a different resort, though, and the entire orchestra was here too. It was a completely different experience. I had to share a hotel room with two other players, and the service wasn’t nearly this excellent. This is almost like… Like a whole different world.” Octavia shook her head. Rarity watched her black hair cascade down her shoulders. She was suddenly aware of the weight of her ring on her finger, and the closeness to Octavia. She let the silence go on for just a little while longer before standing up.
“Come on.” She said softly, squeezing Octavia’s hand. “I have something for you.”
Rarity left Octavia standing at the edge of the bed while she slipped into the walk-in closet. In the top drawer were the swimsuits Rarity had packed them. Each one was custom-made for either of them. She grinned helplessly as she pulled out the first two bikinis. The look on Octavia’s face was priceless when she emerged from the closet.
“Oh no way.” She raised her hands. “There’s no way I can fit into that.”
“Oh trust me, love.” Rarity grinned, holding up the swimsuit. “You can and will.”
“Rarity, no, I can’t.” Octavia began to back away. Rarity grinned and positioned herself with the bed on the other side of Octavia. Her wife made the connection then, glancing over her shoulder. “Rarity, no- aah!”
“Hah!” Rarity pounced, driving Octavia onto the bed. They both tumbled backwards onto the soft mattress, landing with a painfully audible ‘oomph.’ Rarity straddled Octavia’s waist, brandishing the bikini like a weapon. Octavia struggled, but Rarity’s hands glowed, pinning her wrists to the bed.
“Rarityyyyy…” Octavia pleaded, squirming beneath her. “What if someone sees usssss…”
“Shush now. There have been worse pictures than you wearing this. Now sit still. So help me, if you make me break this…”
“Rarity… Stop…” Octavia’s pleas were hopeless. She squirmed and pouted, but Rarity stripped her blouse and bra off, working the clasp on the bikini’s top with a devious grin on her face. Rarity had never designed swimwear before, but as soon as she learned Octavia’s hotel boasted an indoor swimming pool, she had been determined to see her at-the-time girlfriend in swimwear at least once. She had never imagined she would be seeing Octavia in this getup at the beach. Rarity was confident in her ability. The bikini she was forcing onto Octavia at that moment was not only revealing and form-fitting, but swim-worthy, as well. It wouldn’t slip or break even under the most intense stress. A splash in the surf wouldn’t lead to any uncomfortable exposure or binding. It was supportive, so even running out into the surf wouldn’t hurt. Octavia stopped struggling as soon as she felt the waterproof fabric press into her exposed breasts.
“Rarity.” She said quietly. “How much did you research swimwear?”
“A lot. Ever since you told me your apartments had a pool.”
“That was almost four months ago…”
“And I finished this piece the week before we went to the spa. Trust me, darling, I’ve got an entire repertoire for us. The other two aren’t quite as… Revealing… As this one.” Rarity pulled Octavia up and fastened the clasp, cinching the fabric around her wife’s chest. Octavia stopped fighting it, and instead began to move her arms and breathe heavily, testing the fit of the fabric. Judging by her expression, she was comfortable in the top.
“You never cease to amaze me. It’s almost like I’m just wearing a sports bra. This is safe to swim in? It’s so tiny…”
“If it were a boat, it would be the Titanic.” Rarity grinned and slid off of Octavia. “I wouldn’t ask you to wear anything that made you uncomfortable where anyone might see you. Trust me, my love. It’s revealing, but it’s safe. You won’t be flashing any non-existent paparazzi today.” The fabric was amber-colored, and appeared to be just about as flimsy as any super-model’s bikini-edition photo shoot. The large-ish triangles of amber fabric were connected by a thin strip of nylon-laced fabric reinforced with titanium-enchanted thread and steel rings. They were even enchanted to repel water, making them dry faster and not cling to the skin after being soaked. But they still gripped Octavia’s breasts, almost as passionately as Rarity herself had been wont to do. Another reinforced nylon-and-titanium string wound underneath Octavia’s arms to clasp in the middle of her back, while a simple loop went up and around her neck, linking together at the tops of the two triangles of amber fabric. Octavia’s breasts were as well-supported as if she were wearing the same sports bra she had been that morning, but about four times as revealed.
“Now take your pants off.” Rarity hovered the bikini bottom towards them, smiling down at Octavia deviously.
“Yes ma’am.” Octavia grinned up at her knowingly, lifting her hips into the air so she could pull the white pants down her ample legs.
“Oh come on now.” Rarity rolled her eyes. “You know you can’t wear panties when you go swimming.”
“You’re going to have to take them off for me.” Octavia teased, lifting her leg high enough to push Rarity up a little. Rarity’s grin widened as she dropped her hips, squishing Octavia back down into the bed with her weight.
“You’re helpless, you know that, right?”
“Only around you, love.”
“Hmm.” Rarity leaned forward to give Octavia a quick, passionate kiss before swinging her leg out and crouching beside the prone cellist. Octavia’s endowment had the nasty habit of swallowing the hems of her panties, so it took a little bit of effort to peel her undergarments off. But Rarity had had four months of practice by now, and before long, her nail hooked the waistline of Octavia’s black negligee. As she peeled them off, Octavia’s womanhood was bared to the cool sea air, looking smooth and pale and soft. Rarity had to try her absolute hardest to avoid sliding her fingers between Octavia’s thick thighs to play with her. Instead, she leaned far over, pulling Octavia’s panties down past her feet to be forgotten in the folds of the sheets. Then, with glowing hands, she pulled the bikini bottoms up Octavia’s legs.
“Oh wow.” Octavia breathed. Rarity shot her a teasing grin. The fabric of the bottoms was markedly different from that of her top. While the top had been fashioned to be supportive and form-fitting, the bottoms were doubly so. Woven of nylon, polyester, and specialized waterproof linen, they slid up Octavia’s legs as easily as if she were lathered with sexual lubricant. As Rarity snugged them around her wife’s hips, Octavia slowly stood up. Clad in nothing but the amber-colored bikini and her hair, Octavia was alluring to say the least. The bottom was best-described as a thong, and cleaved Octavia’s cheeks in two. The thick triangle of fabric at the front spread wide to cover her entire pubis, but slimmed down to a simple string around her hips, tapering off to a T-intersection just above her behind. There, the rest of the crotch of her bikini disappeared between her thick, jiggly buttocks.
“By the heavens.” Rarity breathed, her keen eyes sliding over Octavia’s form in its entirety. She watched as Octavia began to stretch, spreading and closing her legs in several different positions. The fabric didn’t snag or bind on her skin, but instead flowed with it and molded with it, hugging her more intimately than any pair of lingerie could ever hope to. Rarity would know, she had designed all of Octavia’s underwear shortly after their engagement. As Octavia leaned forward, Rarity could see the soft mound of her womanhood defined against the sheer fabric. Unless she was mistaken, there was a darker spot right where her vagina would open up.
“Haah…” Octavia breathed. Rarity realized that her wife had been watching her, and was actually just putting on a show. It was working. Rarity was wetter than an April rainstorm. And from the look of things, Octavia was aroused herself.
“C-come on.” Rarity whimpered, slowly pushing herself to her feet. “Help me get into mine.”
“Right.” Octavia straightened, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted slightly. Rarity could tell; both of them were ready for one another. But the best things in life are best waited on. They would swim, soak up some sun, and afterwards come back to shower and… Enjoy one another. Rarity pulled her own bikini from the tangle of their sheets and stood up slowly. Her own was more modest, though only slightly. She had a larger bust than Octavia, so her top was closer to a sports bra than anything else. The dark purple fabric was inlaid with reinforced sequins, so as she pulled the strings up over her pale shoulders, her breasts appeared to glimmer. The back was secured with two sturdy hooks, and while it felt constricting, Rarity knew she would feel more comfortable in the water. Her bottom, though, was a twin to Octavia’s. Grinning wickedly, Rarity let Octavia look long and hard at her shaved pubis as she slowly pulled the thong bikini bottom up her slender legs. She could see Octavia’s throat pulse as she swallowed.
At last, both women were clothed; scantily, but clothed nevertheless. But they weren’t quite ready yet. This was the part Rarity had been waiting for. Her hands glowed as she pulled a full bottle of sunscreen from the bathroom, hoisting it between them. She was half a step away as she breathed into Octavia’s ear.
The sea was blissful. Rarity had never swam outside of Ponyville’s public swimming pool, and even that was a lackluster experience. Still, it had been good exercise so she had gone frequently and developed the necessary technique to stay afloat, and even enjoy herself in the water. Lathered in more sunscreen than should be necessary and sprinting alongside Octavia, Rarity had dashed into the water and dove head-first into the chilly waves. They laughed and splashed and swam for what felt like hours. Fighting the waves was incredibly fun, and Rarity laughed when Octavia was pushed over by one particularly forceful shove. Still, the cellist kept pace with Rarity, the two of them cutting through the waves and swimming side-by-side. Only when Rarity felt a dull ache build in her legs did she finally drag herself from the surf to sprawl on her back on the soft white sand, staring up at the infinite blue sky.
“This is more fun than anyone should ever be allowed to have.” Octavia collapsed next to her, the two of them laying spread-eagle on the beach. The sun felt incredible on her skin, evaporating each droplet of water one by one. The sky and the sea reeled all around them, stretching on forever and ever. Rarity felt like they were truly alone. They hadn’t even spotted any of the other guests. They were alone on the beach. Just the two of them. Rarity’s sandy hand found Octavia’s, giving it a tender squeeze. It seemed surreal. Here she was, a simple dressmaker from Ponyville, married to the most skilled and magnificent musician in all of Equestria, laying side-by-side on a pristine beach, with six more days of blissful fun ahead of them.
It felt like a dream.
But when Octavia’s lips suddenly pressed to hers, she didn’t wake up, alone and cold in her Canterlot apartment. She stayed there, from the first contact all the way through the erotic, tongue-filled, eager embrace. The heat returned to Rarity’s core. She wanted Octavia. And she wanted her now. If not for the sand and the exposure, Rarity would have stripped Octavia out of her bikini and taken her right then and there. Instead, she tore herself away and sprinted back into the water. The sand sluiced off of her skin as she cut through the first few waves, joined shortly by Octavia. Then, dripping from head to toe but mostly free of sand, the two of them walked arm-in-arm back to the bungalow.
The second they stepped inside the door, the kissing began. Octavia shoved Rarity back up against the woven-grass wall, her lips hungry as she kissed up and down Rarity’s neck and collarbone. Rarity groaned and pushed her hands into Octavia’s soaked hair, tugging firmly on the long, sodden strands. Octavia pulled Rarity’s neck into her mouth, sucking hard and long. The lancing pain of the hickey dulled into a hot heat that penetrated through Rarity’s chest, past her stomach, and down into her nethers. She squirmed against the wall, feeling suddenly constricted by the scanty bikini. Octavia didn’t stop, though. She kept sucking, biting, and even pulling on Rarity’s neck. Rarity didn’t even care. They were on their honeymoon. She would wear the love bite proudly. She might even flaunt it. To her, it said ‘I am Octavia’s. See? She’s marked me. I belong to her.’
“Haah. Tavi. Please.” Rarity panted, her lips damp and eager to be paid attention to. “Get me out of this thing.” Octavia didn’t even pull away from her neck. Her hands slid around to Rarity’s back, tugging at the hooks of her bikini top until it popped free. The sudden release of pressure was nirvana. Rarity could feel her breasts again. They were sensitive, eager, and her nipples hard enough to cut glass. Octavia’s hands transitioned to her front, roughly pushing the top up around Rarity’s neck so she could palm Rarity’s tits. By now, Octavia had left a miniature waterfall of drool down Rarity’s front. The mark on her neck throbbed painfully, but it was nothing in comparison to the heat she felt in her crotch. The slippery feel of Octavia’s saliva dripped down to her breasts, where the cellist’s skilled hands began massaging and squeezing the sensitive mounds of jiggly woman-flesh. Rarity would have came right then and there, had she any say in the matter. Instead, she reached her hands above her head, gripping the frame of the door. Octavia pressed tighter against her, driving her hips back against the wall.
“Aahn!” Rarity threw her head back against the wall, her hair flinging drops of salt water all over the bedroom. She didn’t care. Octavia’s hungry touch was driving her insane. She could have died. It would almost have been a welcome release from the torture. But Octavia continued. She was done sucking on Rarity’s neck, and had transitioned to dragging long, sloppy licks over the dull, aching expanse of flesh she had been abusing. She slobbered all down Rarity’s front, further lubricating her breast massage. Rarity squirmed and panted, but try as she might, she couldn’t get Octavia to pay attention to her aching pussy.
Then it happened. Octavia pulled away, her hands gripping the remainder of Rarity’s bikini. She was forcefully dragged through the door to the bathroom, shoved into the shower, and flattened against the low stone bench that dominated one full wall. Octavia stood over her, towering, looking downright dangerous with the lusty look in her eyes. “Take it off.” Octavia growled. Rarity fumbled to follow the order, her hands tugging at the bikini top until it slid over her head. The bottoms were a little more troublesome, and clearly not going fast enough for Octavia. With a low, almost animal-like growl, she dropped to her knees and ripped them off. Rarity didn’t even care. The shredded fabric fell to the shower floor, and just as she cranked the water on hot, Octavia dove between Rarity’s thighs.
“AHH!” Rarity cried out. The first touch against her neglected womanhood was like a shot. Quick, borderline painful, and it left a dull ache behind. But then the shot came again. And again. She couldn’t even tell what Octavia was doing down there, but it had a profound effect on her. With a shuddering cry, Rarity bucked her hips up from the bench and came. Hard. No one would have been able to tell her orgasmic juices apart from the flow of the shower, except maybe Octavia, who was too busy trying to drink as much of it as humanly possible. Rarity shuddered and drooled on the bench, dribbling saliva all down her front. The pleasure was as sharp as a knife, and cut straight through her senses to leave her dull. There was nothing like it. She almost felt detached, like this was happening to someone else. She watched herself ooze and spurt a prodigious amount of thin, clear liquid, and watched Octavia’s hungry mouth lap up every last drop.
“Again.” Octavia growled.
“What?”
“Cum again.”
“HNN-GUH!” Rarity’s entire body tensed. Octavia plunged two fingers deep inside of her core. This she could feel. The sensation of two dexterous fingers writhing about inside of her pulsating vagina was unlike any other. She looked down the length of her body, over the twin mountains of her saliva-coated breasts, down between her thighs where Octavia’s fingers disappeared between her drenched, pink, glistening lips. Her swollen clitoris throbbed visibly, even as Octavia bent her fingers back and forth inside of her. She rubbed the thick, round area of her G-spot until Rarity lost all sense of time and self-awareness. Another orgasm ripped through her senses, sharper and faster, leaving her a ragged, panting mess in its aftermath. Rarity collapsed on the bench, slumped back against the wall. She had no more strength. All of it had poured out into Octavia’s hands. The hot water washed over her, buffing out the last bits of sand that had been left behind, leaving her a pink, dripping lump of flesh, covered in drool, salt, and water.
Octavia stood then, grinning as she reached behind her back. Rarity watched with half-lidded eyes as Octavia pulled her top off, exposing her perky, dark nipples. Then came the bottom. She slid out of them easier than any other garment she ever owned, and began sliding a hand over the flesh beneath to buff out the sand. When she was cleaned, she placed one foot on the bench, and then the other. Rarity watched as Octavia stood above her, one foot on either side of her hips, her shaved crotch a mere inch in front of her eyes.
“Lick it.” Octavia panted. One hand slid into Rarity’s hair, lifting her head up. She looked up the flat expanse of Octavia’s stomach, between her breasts, up into her wife’s face. “And don’t you dare stop until I say so.”
Rarity opened her mouth to reply. Or at least, she would have, but Octavia pulled. With a gasp, Rarity’s mouth was suddenly filled with the musky taste she was so intimately familiar with. She had no choice. Her dull-minded brain barely managed to stick her tongue out and wiggle it a little. Octavia did the rest of the work. Gasping and panting, her hips ground themselves against Rarity’s face, until nothing was left but the fleshy heaven of Octavia’s warm, slippery, soft thighs. Rarity was inundated. She could taste Octavia, both her holes, as the cellist continued to hump Rarity’s face. When she came, it was without warning. Rarity couldn’t hear much anyways, her ears were all but blocked. But she felt it. Octavia’s core muscles contracted around her tongue, squeezing out each drop of the delicious, musky orgasmic fluid. She shuddered and shook on top of the bench, keeping Rarity’s mouth plastered to her dripping cunt.
“Pwah!” Rarity finally got a breath in. Her head was spinning. Octavia stepped down off of the bench, her own chest heaving in time with Rarity’s. The only sound was the rushing of blood through her ears and the breathy pants of both of them trying to catch their breath. Octavia looked into her eyes, and Rarity looked right back. There they were, one cellist and one dressmaker, married for life, for better or worse, and probably suffering some sort of muscle atrophy.
“Bed.” Octavia managed to gasp. Rarity nodded weakly. Feeling drunk and light-headed, Rarity cranked the water off and woodenly dried herself with the big, white, fluffy towels hanging on the wall. She and Octavia stumbled out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where they collapsed nude onto the rumpled sheets. There was the smell of musk, brine, and sleep in the air. Rarity lay spread-eagle on the sheets, still damp from the shower and the abusive tonguing, while Octavia lay on her stomach to her left.
That whole ordeal was never forgotten to Rarity. It was pure, unbridled lust. Both of them had rubbed one another down thoroughly, bounced through the surf, hugged and kissed and embraced in the cool water, and generally just been close without being able to relieve the stress of seeing each other dressed in such suggestive swimsuits. Not to mention the pent-up desire they had made for themselves just putting the damned things on. There hadn’t been anything passionate or even kind about that release. But heavens be damned, Rarity loved every moment. Slowly, muscle coordination and lucidity returned to her. She nuzzled Octavia’s neck and tucked herself into her wife’s arms. They stayed like that for a long while, chatting and simply just staying close. Come seven o’clock, both women decided a legitimate shower was in order. Feeling surprisingly refreshed and relaxed, Rarity followed Octavia back into the shower to hang up the skimpy bikinis to dry, shave, shampoo, condition, scrub, and generally just clean themselves off. The cool shower felt wonderful on her sun-flushed skin, and Rarity felt relieved when she pulled her frazzled and neglected hair into a tight ponytail.
By the time they were finished, it was nearly time for dinner. They changed into casual clothes; A tank-top and jeans for Rarity, and a knee-length skirt and blouse for Octavia, before calling Jason and the two chefs. Not five minutes later, a train of three golf carts pulled up to the bungalow, complete with a contingent of chefs, waiters, and one very important-looking man in a tropical shirt and beige khaki pants. He was the first to approach them, offering a warm, weathered hand. Rarity didn’t miss his eyes as they flickered to the dark hickey on her neck. Rarity didn’t make an effort to hide it. She wore it just as proudly as the ring on her left hand.
“Pleased to meet you, ladies.” He spoke easily. His dark hair was slightly faded from long hours in the sun, and he seemed to have the same sun-kissed skin as all of the other workers. He was somewhat stocky, but stood taller than both Rarity and Octavia by a full head. Underneath his shirt, he looked hard. Despite his important bearing, Rarity could tell he was no stranger to a hard day’s work. “My name’s Phillip Monroe, and I own this resort. I trust you two are enjoying your stay so far?”
“Oh, wow!” Rarity blushed as she took his hand. The owner of the entire resort? Here? She wondered what had brought him. She hoped it wasn’t a familiar tabloid headline… “Pleased to meet you. I’m Rarity, and this is my wife, Octavia.”
“Charmed, Phillip. What brings you out here?” Octavia spoke the question on Rarity’s mind as she shook the man’s hand firmly.
“It’s a bit of a tradition, I’m afraid. Excuse me.” Phillip stepped back and bowed low. Not only was he strong, but graceful as well. Rarity and Octavia looked at him expectantly. “I humbly ask your permission to attend dinner alongside you, to officially welcome you to the Diamond Sands Luxury Resort and Spa.” Rarity and Octavia shared a look and a smile before reclining in their chairs.
“By all means, Phillip. Feel free to join us.” The resort owner righted himself with a smile and slid into the chair opposite Octavia, to Rarity’s left. Behind him, Jason, the two chefs, and five other attendants began bustling about in preparation for dinner. Rarity didn’t get much of a chance to watch them, as Phillip drew their attention right away.
“How are you enjoying your stay so far?” He asked, leaning back easily. Octavia gently tangled her fingers through Rarity’s before answering.
“I’m absolutely stunned. How on Equestria did you manage all this? The technology, the luxury, my goodness the service. Please tell me you don’t treat every guest this way. You’d run yourself into the ground in less than a year.” Phillip laughed warmly and waved a hand.
“I’m afraid you two are a special case. You see, if it weren’t for your father’s funding and supply network, this resort never would have been built. He was one of the original backers, and thanks to him, we were able to break ground on the main spa building, offices, and all of the bungalows. We only finished construction last year, and opened before the winter rush. He out-did himself again by recommending us at nearly every function he attended. We were booked solid for four straight months. In fact, we were able to cover our expenses and turn a profit in the first quarter.” He grinned widely, gesturing over his shoulder at the wait staff. “The profit went into salary bonuses and raises, and we were able to hire full-time staff like Jason and the girls. This right now, with the school back in session and all of the high-brow executives cooped up in their offices, is the deadest I’ve seen it. Believe it or not, we’re only running with a quarter of our normal staff, and most of them are maintenance working on fixing a bungalow we lost in a lightning strike two weeks ago.”
“That’s incredible.” Rarity breathed, resting her chin on her hand. “Octavia’s father really helped you out, huh?”
“Believe me, if it were anybody other than you two visiting this resort, I’d have taken it as an insult. Davis has been so good to me and everyone here, I consider him a close friend. Still. I’m glad his daughter was able to take advantage of his gift in his stead. But now, drinks! May I present, the lovely Miss Erica!” He clapped his hands, and from around the Golf Cart emerged what Rarity assumed was the resort’s Mixmaster.
“How are you guys doing today? Phil, you treating these ladies alright?” Erica’s smile wilted slightly at the sight of Rarity’s dark hickey, but when Rarity shot her a devious grin, it came back just as strong.
“Implying I don’t always treat every woman right, eh Erica?” Phil elbowed the skinny woman with a wide grin. Erica was a slender woman, just about as tall as Rarity, with a tightly-drawn ponytail of raven-black hair, and dark eyes. Rarity could see the edge of a tattoo peeking out from the sleeve of her blouse, and a quick glance down to her legs revealed another on the back of her calf, just beneath the hem of her black capris. She had a fair face with drawn features, and a quick smile. Unlike the other servers, though, she was just as pale as Rarity and Octavia had been that morning. “Erica here is a DJ at a local club when she isn’t working here. Don’t you have a gig tonight?” Phil explained, while Erica’s hands lit up. Rarity watched as she produced a whole rack of bottles ranging in color from clear to dark green, brown, blue, and even violent, neon pink.
“Tomorrow.” Erica shrugged. “I’m all yours tonight, baby.”
“Don’t tell me.” Octavia’s gaze was fixed on the booze. “Is that pink gin?”
“You’ve a good eye, but you’re wrong this time.” Erica grinned as she pulled the neon pink bottle free with a flourish. “This is a homebrew. I make it myself. Agave, fish oil, vermouth, and cinnamon. Along with a few select spells. Here.” She flipped the bottle upside-down with a mind-bending flick of her wrist and produced two shot glasses just as the first drop was about to hit the table. The liquid almost seemed to glow as she poured the two shots and slid them across the dinner table towards Rarity and Octavia. “Give it a try.” Rarity eyed the shot questioningly after hearing what had went into it, but a place like this wasn’t like to give her anything bad. She clinked her glass against Octavia’s and downed the shot in one go.
It was like swallowing pure, tongue-blazing bliss. The flavor of cinnamon and sugar erupted onto her tongue, almost completely devoid of any alcoholic bite. Rarity’s eyes went wide as the spice covered her tongue, burning at a pleasantly low temperature. A warmth spread down her throat and into her chest, and when she swallowed, it seemed to glide down to her stomach like nothing she had ever had before. To her right, Octavia looked just as shocked, while Erica and Phillip burst into laughter.
“What?” Rarity asked, looking between the two of them quizzically.
“I dare you,” Erica gasped between howls of laughter. “To kiss your wife. I dare you.”
“Just wait for it.” Phillip was giggling so hard he had tears in his eyes. “Just wait.”
“What did you- WOAH!” Just as Rarity went to ask them what she had just drank, a pink-colored ball of fire erupted from her mouth. Erica and Phillip collapsed to the floor in a gale of laughter, as Octavia’s own fireball erupted into the air above the table. Rarity clamped a hand over her mouth, but another fireball seeped out, whooshing into existence without any warning whatsoever. Octavia gave a clipped cry as her own joined Rarity’s, the two of them joining into a larger conflagration. Phil and Erica were on the floor, rolling with laughter. Rarity was just about to holler at them when the third and biggest fireball burst from her mouth. Each one was so hot, she was sure her tongue had been burned out, and all her hair singed from her face. She was going to burn the bungalow down. Octavia’s third joined hers, and Rarity watched the pink flames gush against the woven-grass ceiling. But after they spread and died out, the grass remained intact without even a single singe mark. Patting her face with both hands, Rarity found her eyebrows and hairline intact. Octavia was grinning stupidly. Her tongue burned as if she had just eaten a spicy pepper, but other than that, she was fine.
“Okay, not funny.” Rarity’s smile betrayed her anger. Phil had come to all fours, while Erica laughed as she propped herself up on the table.
“Y-you should have s-seen your face! Pfft-haaah ha ha ha!” Octavia joined in with nervous laughter, and even Rarity had to join in. The serving staff were all laughing as well, and the night was filled with the sound.
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The dinner was spectacular, and Erica finished the night off by sealing the leftovers in containers that they could pack together for a picnic lunch some other time. They had laughed and talked and drank the night away, eating fantastic tropical food and sharing stories all around. Since Rarity and Octavia wanted to go dancing, Erica agreed to get them into the club she was DJ-ing at the following night free of charge. What’s more, she could do it surreptitiously, so they wouldn’t be mobbed by fans. Rarity found herself feeling rather excited for tomorrow night. But the alcohol was beginning to take effect. The bungalow spun around her, and her eyes began to droop. Octavia must have felt the same way, as she began insisting they go to sleep. Phillip, Erica, Jason, and the rest of the crew bid them farewell.
“Hmm. What a day.” Rarity groaned as she pulled her tank top off. The quiet of the bungalow was almost oppressive in the aftermath of the laughter, jokes, and conversation. She could only hear the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, and Octavia slipping out of her own clothes.
“I’m absolutely exhausted.” Octavia agreed, stepping out of her skirt. Their eyes met across the bed and both women smiled before shedding the last bits of clothing. Completely nude, they slipped under the thin sheets, pressing close in the darkness. Rarity wondered if she had enough in her to make love one more time. But the alcohol and her muscles said otherwise. Instead, she kissed Octavia’s lips deep and passionately before tucking her head under the cellist’s chin. Octavia wrapped her in a gentle hug, humming softly as her fingers ran through Rarity’s hair.
“Dancing tomorrow.” Rarity yawned.
“Dancing tomorrow indeed.” Octavia kissed the top of her head and resumed the soothing motion. Rarity was lulled to sleep by the gentle tugs on her scalp and the soft sound of waves on the sand. Once again, she did not dream. Even if she did, it would have had to have been a nightmare. Because nothing was as perfect as this.
The day dawned bright and hot, and Rarity felt a little stifled pressed so close to Octavia. With a soft moan, she pulled away from her wife’s arms and sprawled onto her back. The clock on the bedside table read nine AM, well past the time she had wanted to wake. Mother nature called, and she had to answer. Padding nude to the bathroom, Rarity handled her business and washed up before taking both of their dried bikinis down from the drying rack just above the Jacuzzi tub. With a frown, she surveyed the damage to her own bottom. It was repairable, but not out here. She’d have to use some tools at her boutique back in Canterlot to fix the shredded fabric. Octavia was awake by the time Rarity emerged, but still laying sprawled out in bed.
“Good morning, love.” Rarity beamed as she crossed to the closet to put their bikinis up.
“Good morning to you.” Octavia mumbled tiredly. She was usually difficult to wake in the morning, unless she woke before Rarity for whatever reason. Now, laying sprawled on her back, with frumpy hair and a half-closed eyes, she looked divine. Rarity tucked the bikinis away before crawling onto the bed and straddling her lover. Octavia smiled up at her as she leaned in for a kiss. The sheet was sheer between them, and Rarity could feel each curve of her wife beneath her. “Hmm… I could get used to waking up like that…” Octavia muttered the moment the kiss was over.
“Don’t get too used to it,” Rarity grinned and peeled the sheet back, slowly exposing Octavia’s magnificent body. “I can’t wake you up with an orgasm every morning.”
“Oh, so there’s an orgasm in it for me?” Octavia’s half-lidded eyes lent her a sultry, sexy look. Rarity’s lips curled into a grin as she pushed the sheet down past her lover’s thighs.
“Maybe…”
“Hmm, what do you mean ‘maybe?’ You sound like there’s a catch.” Octavia’s hips began to squirm. Once the sheet was down far enough, Rarity rose her hands up to Octavia’s shoulders, gently massaging the warm, sun-kissed flesh.
“Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t.” Rarity let her lips brush against Octavia’s cheek. Her words were hardly more than a whisper. Octavia’s own lips parted in a breathless gasp.
“Rares, please…” She whimpered, squirming more. “Don’t tease me… Aah… You know how much I hate being teased.”
“Shh, shh…” Rarity lifted one finger to Octavia’s parted lips, silencing her with a devious grin. “No more words.”
“But-“
“Aah.” Rarity cut her off, pressing the finger more firmly against her mouth. “No. More. Words.” Each one of her own words came with a soft motion. Her free hand slid up Octavia’s breast, three inches at a time. By the time she uttered the last word, her fingers had found Octavia’s nipple. She circled the small knob of flesh until it turned hard, and Octavia’s hips had begun to squirm even more.
“Hmm…” Octavia deftly pulled Rarity’s finger into her mouth, sucking on the very tip. Her tongue was soft and slippery. Rarity would have killed to have that tongue elsewhere. For now, though, it was best Octavia stay pacified. She might just get the wrong idea and start using her mouth for something other than sucking. And Rarity wouldn’t have that. Her finger grew more bold, coupling with her thumb to gingerly pinch the hard pebble that was Octavia’s goose-fleshed nipple. Octavia groaned at that, but didn’t stop tenderly sucking Rarity’s finger.
“Haah…” Rarity decided it was time to use her own mouth. She gingerly pulled a small bit of Octavia’s neck between her teeth and began to suck. Octavia couldn’t stand it. She writhed beneath Rarity, sucking hard on the tip of her finger to keep from crying out. Rarity’s lust awakened at the taste of flesh in her mouth. She sucked harder, but adjusted her hips so she was no longer straddling Octavia’s waist. Instead, she swung her own hips out to the side, giving her one free hand enough room to slide down Octavia’s flat stomach.
Enough foreplay, Rarity was ready and eager. Her hand dove between Octavia’s warm thighs, finding her clitoris almost immediately. Octavia forgot the finger in her mouth and arched her back with a full-bodied cry of lust. Rarity slid her fingers up and down Octavia’s lips, using her own arousal to wet the delicate, pink flesh almost completely. Octavia squirmed at the slippery sensation, her thighs steadily growing wetter as Rarity’s hand played with her. Her juices came in abundance, gushing forth prodigiously. Rarity flicked her clitoris rapidly, reducing Octavia to a whimpering, twitching mess. She couldn’t even suck Rarity’s finger anymore. Her mouth hung open, panting hotly while Rarity played with her clit.
“Haah. Aah.” Rarity pulled away from the dark mark on Octavia’s neck, a mirror to her own, before licking the entire thing several times. The sheets were dotted with her saliva. Octavia squirmed and writhed, bucking against Rarity’s hand, but she rode it out, relentlessly assaulting her clit.
“Rarity!” Octavia panted. “You’re gonna make me cum!”
“Cum for me.” Rarity growled between licks. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
“Rarity, I’m- GUH!” Octavia climaxed, and Rarity shoved two fingers deep into her dripping cunt. The molten walls jumped and flexed around the invading digits, almost as if they had a mind of their own. Octavia twitched atop the soiled sheets, her mouth hanging open as she emitted some less-than-human sounds directly from her throat. Rarity kept her fingers buried throughout the whole ordeal, grinning down at the sight beneath her. When the orgasm passed, Octavia lay on the bed, her chest rising and falling deeply.
“You… Bitch…” She panted, her lips curled in a blissful smile.
“You love me.” Rarity teased, shoving the two fingers from Octavia’s pussy into her open mouth. Octavia groaned and sucked them clean, smiling up at Rarity. She finished with a delicate kiss.
“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t.”
“Come on. Let’s shower. I think it’s time we change the sheets.” Rarity pulled Octavia up from the bed and flicked her wrist to pull the sheets off with one smooth magic-fueled motion. Dumping them near the front door, she led Octavia into the shower, smiling all the way.
“Dancing tonight, right?” Octavia yawned. It seemed the good-morning orgasm hadn’t woken her up entirely. Rarity rolled her eyes and wrapped Octavia in a close hug.
“Yes, dancing tonight. Erica said the gig didn’t start until nine. So we have some time alone. Any ideas?”
“Hmm…” Octavia hummed, running her fingers through Rarity’s hair as they stood under the cool stream of water. After the sun yesterday, cool showers felt incredible on her warm skin. “Jason said there were a lot of grottos and rivers up the shore, right? How would you feel about swimming in one of those?”
“Ooh.” Rarity entertained the idea. Alone, surrounded by trees, with a waterfall and a clear freshwater pool… She was thinking of many different things. She grinned down at Octavia. “Let’s ask after this.”
“And breakfast.” Octavia kissed her neck as she reached for the shampoo bottle.
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Jason was on-duty early that day, so as soon as Rarity and Octavia finished showering, eating, and changing, they gave him a call. He agreed to be at their bungalow in ten minutes, though he encouraged clothes they wouldn’t mind getting sweaty in. A quick wardrobe change, and both women were clad in workout shorts, tank tops, sports bras, and sturdy panties. Rarity fished one of their backpacks out of the luggage and packed it with a different swimsuit than the ones they had worn yesterday, a picnic lunch, water, and a change of clothes just in case. Octavia shouldered the pack just as Jason pulled up in a truck. Behind the truck was a trailer, and on said trailer were three mysterious-looking vehicles. Rarity had never seen them before.
“Good morning, ladies.” Jason beamed as he jumped out of the truck. “Have you ever ridden a four-wheeler before?”
“Can’t say I have…” Rarity frowned at the three matching vehicles on the trailer.
“You’re in for a treat.” Jason mounted one of the strange vehicles and flicked a few switches. The thing roared to life, and he drove it down the ramp and off the trailer. He did the same for the other two before beckoning Rarity forward. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. These things kind of jump a little when you hit the gas, but if you hold on tight you’ll be fine. It’s an automatic transmission, so you don’t need to worry about the clutch. Just twist the handle here and you’ll go. Here’s your brake, ignition, and this,” He tapped a small black box that had been fixed in the middle of the handle bars. “Is a transmitter. If you get lost, separated, or crash, press this button and we’ll come running to you.”
“Okay.” Rarity followed along, and at his insistence, straddled the seat and gripped the handlebars. He repeated the same instructions for Octavia, and when all three of them had mounted, he flashed her a thumbs-up. Hesitantly, Rarity twisted the handle, and nearly screamed when the thing jumped forwards. When she let it go, it slowed to a halt, and she could hear Jason and Octavia laughing at her over the idling of the engine. She shot them a defiant glare before twisting the handle again and shooting off down the gravel drive.
It was exhilarating. The wind whipped at her face, evoking tears from her eyes and pulling her hair out behind her. Jason pulled up beside her with a laugh, pumping his fist in encouragement. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted Octavia behind and to her right, grinning from ear to ear. Jason pulled ahead to take the lead, and the three of them sped off down the gravel road to the north. At one point, Jason turned off of the path and onto the beach, kicking up a spray of sand behind him. Rarity followed suit, squealing with delight as her tires spun, kicking up a gout of sand bigger than Jason’s. They were on the beach, tearing across the soft white sand like a pack of wild bandits. Hollering and laughing, the three of them sped down the coast, until no more bungalows were before them. A dark green stain grew on the horizon, just over a slight hill. The sand gave way to grass, and before long, a dirt trail. Jason slowed down so he didn’t kick mud up into Rarity’s face, and they buzzed along at good time.
After a twenty-minute rush, Jason finally came to a stop. Rarity pulled up beside him, breathless and grinning like a schoolgirl. Octavia looked even more excited, if such a thing were possible. “Did you follow the trail we took to get here?” Jason asked, resting his wrists across his handlebars.
“Roughly, yeah.” Octavia panted, still giddy with excitement.
“Cool. The trail to the grotto is pretty simple from here. See.” He pointed just ahead of where they had parked to a trail that disappeared into the trees of a healthy-looking jungle. “It’s easy to follow. Just take the left fork at each turn, and you’ll get there in about a half an hour. Do you want me to come with?” Rarity and Octavia shared a look before shaking their heads together.
“We’ll be fine. Left at each fork, half an hour. We can swim in this water, right? Like, there are no diseases? Or predators?”
“There aren’t even fish in these waters. No predators and it’s just as clean as the water in your bottles.” Jason grinned and started his four-wheeler with a roar. “By your leave, ladies.”
“See you tonight!” Rarity waved at him as he sped off, turning a tight corner back the way they had come. As the buzzing of his engine died down, Rarity and Octavia were alone with the sounds of the jungle before them. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” They left their four-wheelers and entered the path. Before long, the jungle had swallowed them, but the dirt tail was wide enough for them to walk shoulder-to-shoulder, hand-in-hand. The air was thick and muggy, but thankfully devoid of annoying insects. They pointed out rare and new flowers and trees. One of them looked like it had a hundred snakes stretching from its thick, knotty branches down to the ground. Octavia called it a ‘banyan’ tree, and explained how the vines would meet the forest floor, and the trunk would grow around it. There were a million new smells and sights and sounds. Exotic birds flitted through the leaves, and mysterious animals shifted in the underbrush. They stuck to the trail and took the left fork at each intersection, just as Jason had instructed. By the time the sound of a waterfall reached her ears, both women were sweaty, but smiling wide.
“Wow.” The trail turned one last time, opening to a small sandy alcove. “Just. Wow.”
“This is… Oh my gosh.”
The grotto was small, fenced in by thick trees so close you couldn’t see ten feet past the edge of the pool. Where they stood was a small sand beach, thick and coarse unlike the fine white sand they had left half an hour ago. The sand yielded to a crystal-clear pool of water, at least fifty feet across and forty feet long. It curved like a bean, and at the far end was a gentle waterfall that landed on a flat, wide rock. Rarity and Octavia stood there for at least five minutes, completely in awe of the beauty before them.
“J… Jason said we’d be alone here, right?”
“I think it was implied.” Octavia mused, still looking at the pool.
“Tavi.” Rarity looked at her wife, barely managing to tear her gaze away from the pristine pool in front of them. “We have to do it.”
“Huh? Do what?”
“Clothes. Off.” Grinning, Rarity lifted her tank top, stripping the sweat-soaked garment free of her torso.
“Oh. Oh! Yes!” Octavia followed her lead and shrugged out of the pack, already untying the laces on her shoes. Rarity stooped to do that next, Feeling a girlish sense of excitement welling up within her. They inched towards the clear pool one garment at a time, finishing with panties. Rarity was first, and she sprinted across the small beach in a spray of sand. Her naked flesh was shot through with sweat, and the breakneck sprint towards the water was cool and bracing. She could hear Octavia behind her, not far at all. With a squeal of delight, Rarity thundered through the shallows and dove head-first into the warm water.
She surfaced twelve feet out in a spray of water, turning to watch as Octavia dove in after her. The water was sweet and warm against her, hugging her as closely as Octavia ever had. Swimming nude was an entirely different creature altogether. It was liberating. She felt empowered, like nothing in the world could stop her. When Octavia surfaced with a wide grin on her face, she was greeted with a splash.
“Ackpth! Hey!” Blinking water from her eyes, Octavia lunged forward, shoving Rarity’s head underwater in a vicious dunk. Rarity surfaced with a loud squeal. She and Octavia squared off, splashing, dunking, and tackling one another into the water. The sand was coarse but cushioned any falls that the water didn’t. Further out, it seemed it deepened to about twenty feet with a rocky bottom, but here they could stand with their breasts just beneath the water. Not that it mattered, Rarity could see straight down to the sandy bottom, and everything inbetween. Octavia’s mouth hung open, panting, and Rarity herself was flagging. But they weren’t done yet. Rarity had a special surprise planned for her wife.
“Haah!” Octavia called out as she shot forward, looming up in Rarity’s vision to dunk her again. But Rarity slipped under the water before Octavia could reach her, her hands already glowing. Octavia landed on top of her, with hardly an inch of water between them. Teeth grit, Rarity grinned and used her magic to push Octavia up and out of the water… By a good ten feet. Naked limbs flailing like mad, Octavia flew into the air, trailing long streams of glistening water before landing in the deeper part of the pool, her flesh smacking into the water smartly. She emerged, her face drawn into a familiar look of revenge.
“Oh, you are going to pay.” Rarity felt a chill run up her spine. Octavia stroked forwards twice, crossing into the shallows. When her feet touched the bottom, she leapt up into the air, curved forward, and sliced through the water. Rarity was a good ten feet away, but Octavia was faster. She cried out as the black-haired streak shot through the water towards her, wrapping strong arms around her knees. Off-balance, Rarity tumbled backwards into the water. Octavia dragged her down further, pinning her to the coarse sand beneath. She was on top, and through the clear water between them, Rarity saw her face twisted in an absolutely evil grin.
Fingers pressed into her. Rarity cried out, but only spurted white bubbles. They twisted and contorted Octavia’s face before her, but the fingers were relentless. Squirming and gritting her teeth, Rarity was pinned to the bottom of the pool, with Octavia’s deft fingers pressing all of the right buttons. The sand was cool beneath her back, but the desire was burning hot. Her lungs began to protest for air. Through the bubbles and water, though, Octavia’s face appeared. Their lips pressed together. The kiss that wasn’t a kiss only told her one thing.
Breathe.
When Rarity opened her mouth, fresh air, tasting like Octavia’s mouth, rushed forth. She gulped it down, and expelled the breath into the water. She realized then that Octavia had carried her further into the shallows. That’s why she was pinned. Octavia’s head was above the water. She could cycle breaths down to Rarity. She was on top, and there was nothing Rarity could do. Her fingers writhed faster, sliding in and out, wriggling back and forth. Rarity could have died. Instead, she came. Octavia gave her another breath and kept fingering. Rarity came again. And again. After her third, Octavia pulled her up.
“Haah! Haah!”
“I’m sorry.” Octavia’s tone was thin and desperate. “Rarity, are you okay? I couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry. You were down there for like, two minutes. Please, tell me you’re okay!”
Three blissful hours later, Rarity and Octavia dressed and left the grotto behind, albeit with a promise to return before their vacation was over. They had made love in the water, stretched out beneath the waterfall on the flat rock, and sunbathed on the sand. Rarity wasn’t very tired, but she felt like taking a nap before they went out that night. After all, she had dancing to do. They sped off back down the beach on the four wheelers, racing one another back to the bungalow. Once there, they both shared a quick shower before stretching out for a peaceful nap.
When Rarity woke, she was alone in the bed. She heard Octavia shuffling about near the kitchen, so she stretched and hauled herself from the cool embrace of the sheets. The sun had already sunk below the horizon, painting the waters a golden-red. “What time is it?” She muttered, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Just after seven thirty.” Octavia smiled over her shoulder. “You should put some clothes on. Jason will be by in half an hour.”
“Oh.” Rarity realized she was still nude, having stripped all her clothes off for the nap. Octavia wore panties and a t-shirt. Rarity darted in to sneak a quick, passionate kiss before returning to the bedroom. Half an hour to prepare. She wished she had had more time. Sighing, she pulled on a t-shirt and panties, just as Octavia served them a belated dinner. It was leftover from the grill last night, and still as delicious as it had been when freshly-made. Rarity didn’t leave herself much time to enjoy it, though. She wolfed down all she could and excused herself to the bathroom.
Thankfully, her hair was cooperative. She teased it into its signature curl with ease and applied makeup in short order. Octavia was at her side shortly, working on her own beautification. With Rarity’s help, they managed to tame Octavia’s unruly hair, with just enough time to spare before Jason arrived. Rarity had just clasped her bra when she heard a vehicle pull up outside of the bungalow. Octavia shimmied into a knee-length, tight-fitting skirt and poked her head out of their impromptu dressing room to call to him.
“We’ll be right out, Jason, we’re almost ready!”
“No prob!” Rarity smiled and gave Octavia’s rear a swift spank before turning back to the task at hand. Rarity hadn’t really expected either of them to go dancing at a club, but she had packed plenty of clothes for all sorts of scenarios. They were on their honeymoon, after all. Rarity never knew what sort of clothes she might want to rip Octavia out of. She was wearing a low-cut, open-backed top and a specialized bra that didn’t have any straps, save for a single clasp holding the two cups together in the front. It wasn’t terribly supportive, but it kept the girls reigned in. Her entire back, down to the tops of her pants, and her shoulders and arms were bare. The fabric started just below her ample cleavage, covered her breasts and a small bit of her sides, and fell down her front to the hem of her pants. The fabric was short enough her stomach would flash if she moved too much, and not unlike their bikini tops, a slender rope of fabric looped around her neck to support the front. The portion around her chest was secured with a similar rope, which Octavia helped her tie into a bow at the small of her back. Her slacks were loose and fell to her ankles, where she had donned a set of two-inch heels. So she could dance, of course.
Octavia had sprung for a dress. Albeit a revealing one. Her entire back was exposed, from the top of her ample rear to the nape of her neck, where a collar-like choker held the entire thing up. The front was sequined and dark, violet red. She glimmered in the low lighting cast from the bedside lamp. The skirt of the dress stopped just above her knees, but was cut up the side a ways to allow for movement. Rarity watched as she pulled on a garter belt and hose before slipping into heels. When they emerged from the bungalow out into the hot night, Jason’s jaw dropped.
“Holy shit.” He managed to close his mouth, but the rest of his manners were forgotten. “I mean seriously. Holy shit. You two look… Wow.” Jason himself wore a conservative pair of jeans and a tight-fitting T-shirt. Rarity knew he would be off-duty soon, so he would likely be joining them at the club. Though as he looked them over, he didn’t appear to be very coherent. Rarity wondered if she really had left him dumbstruck.
“Why, Octavia my love, I do believe we’ve left the poor boy dumbfounded.” Rarity teased as she slid her arm through Octavia’s.
“I believe you’re right, dear wife of mine. The poor fellow.” Octavia feigned a haughty laugh and nudged Rarity’s hip. “You going to be okay, Jason?”
“Fine. Fine!” He shook his head and beamed at them, albeit with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Before I forget, here, take these.” He fished two delicate-looking bracelets from his pocket and passed them off to both women.
“What are these?” Rarity asked, pushing her hand through the simple metal loop.
“Your VIP passes. Erica managed to procure two for you. These will get you in the door, free drinks, and access to the VIP lounge.” Jason smiled and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “We get them now and then, when Erica brings extras from her shows. Perks of the job, I suppose.” Rarity felt a slight humming coming from the bracelet. It was sleek and stylish, and actually went with her outfit rather well. But as she focused on it a little more, she realized something.
“These are enchanted, aren’t they?”
“Indeed they are.” Jason pulled his wrist up and tapped his own bracelet. “Erica told me they monitor your alcohol intake with these. If you drink too much, the bartenders can tell and they’ll cut you off. Also, the mages at the VIP section will check your bracelet. The VIP ones are different from the regular ones.”
“Incredible.” Octavia breathed. “We won’t need ID’s or anything, will we?”
“Not with those bracelets you won’t.” Jason smiled and gestured behind him to the pickup he had driven down the gravel drive. “Shall we?”
“We shall.” Rarity went to climb into the passenger seat, but had to stop herself when she saw that Jason’s pickup had a bench seat, and the middle was dominated by a custom stick-shift. “Eer. Jason? Where am I supposed to sit?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” The blonde-haired liaison grinned as he slipped in behind the wheel. Rarity glanced over her shoulder at Octavia before smiling warmly.
“You little sneak you.” Octavia teased as she slipped past Rarity to sit in the passenger seat. Rarity crawled up into Octavia’s lap, with her wife’s arms around her slender waist.
“And we’re off.” Jason swung around and drove them back up the gravel drive towards the resort’s main office. Rarity had been half-asleep the last time they came this way, so she was happy to get a better look at things on their way out. The main building, where the reception desk had been, was much larger than Rarity had first imagined. It almost looked like there were hotel rooms to be rented there. The building stood six stories tall and extended from the parking lot out to the beach. Looking closer, Rarity saw the beach itself was sectioned off. To separate the hotel guests from the bungalow guests, she supposed. The parking lot was mostly empty, she saw, with the majority of the cars parked near the second, smaller building.
That had to have been the main office. Attached was a rather large garage, where Rarity guessed they stored all the vehicles the resort used. On the opposite side of the building was a long dock, which opened up to both the beach and the hotel. They probably had fishing boats, jet skis, and other watercraft there for rental. All-in-all, it seemed like a very sleek and modern operation. Rarity smiled as they left the parking lot and turned onto Diamond Beach’s main drive. Rarity was glad she was awake this time.
The main drive, officially called ‘Seaview Boulevard,’ was a four-lane street split down the middle by a wide median filled with palm trees and exotic-looking bushes. Flanking the street were stylized lamps that looked almost like palm trees themselves, with lamps fashioned like coconuts. Rarity had never really seen the tropical influences in all of the architecture, but now she could see where Diamond Beach drew its heritage from. People walked up and down the sidewalks in tropical shirts and shorts, with only a few dressed in more formal attire. They passed bars and restaurants, clubs, and even a big, glittering casino wreathed in flashing lights.
“If you want to do any gambling, that’s the place.” Jason cut into Rarity’s visual foray. She managed a small ‘hmm’ before returning to the sights all around them. Other streets branched off here and there, but for the most part, everything looked like it was centralized on this one street. And it was a long street, to be sure. Jason cut in once more, but this was a bit of knowledge she didn’t miss. “Diamond Sands resort is at the very northern end of the city, and has claim to the beach all the way up to the first few miles of jungle. We have plans to expand a second facility and more bungalows out there, where we can offer a more tropical experience. Also, there’s a rumor that there are hot springs beneath that jungle, so it’d be a boon to our spa facilities. But our resort is the biggest here. Others have maybe a quarter-mile stretch of the coast. Diamond Sands has ten. You rode almost all of them earlier today.”
“Incredible.” Octavia breathed. Rarity was inclined to agree, but the soft thrum of bass music drew her attention back to the road.
“We’re here.” Jason pulled into a packed parking lot and managed to snag a spot not too far from the doors. The club was lit with neon signs and spotlights that shone up into the sky. The late-evening clouds scuttled through the beams of light, and Rarity had to stop for a moment to look at the entire building. She and Octavia slid out of the truck and stood in the parking lot, listening to the bass, trying to keep their jaws from dropping.
“You sure about this?” Octavia asked, both of them still looking at the building.
“Yeah. Yeah, it’ll be fun.” Rarity managed to snap out of her reverie. Taking Octavia’s hand, she pulled her wife towards the front door.
‘Neon.’ The club was aptly named. Long tubes of bright lights crawled over the walls of the entire building like vines would cling to latticework. They blinked and flashed at intervals, forming patterns and phrases. Beneath, the building was plain enough, but the neon lights made it look almost ethereal. There was a long line, standing behind a velvet rope. Rarity almost went to stand at the back when Jason beckoned her towards the front. Shyly, and very painfully aware of the envious eyes of all the other partygoers on her and Octavia, she walked past them all.
“How are ya doin’ tonight, big guy?” Jason greeted the bouncer with a smile and a firm handshake.
“Good to see you again, Jason. And who might your beautiful guests be?”
“Aah. That’s a secret.” Jason winked at the big bouncer as he unhooked the velvet rope and held it aside for Rarity and Octavia. “We gotta stay on the down-low tonight.”
“No way. You’re-“
“Aah.” Rarity reached a finger up to press against the bouncer’s lips. Her own were curled in a sly smile. “We’re incognito.” Octavia grinned at him as they slipped past, but Rarity could see it in the look they shared. The bouncer knew who she was. Arm-in-arm, both of them strutted through the doors and into chaos.
The bass made her sternum vibrate. Rarity could have sworn her hair was lifted off of her shoulders with each new low, throbbing vibration. Jason didn’t seem fazed, nor did Octavia, and even Rarity had to admit that the timing made her want to move. They walked through a short, darkly-lit hallway and out onto the floor. Here, Rarity had to stop for a minute.
This was nothing like the club in Canterlot.
The dance floor was a mass of writhing bodies, as tightly-packed as they could possibly be. Dangling above the floor were eight cages, with scantily-clad women dancing inside of them, all eight of them moving in time to the beat. The stage loomed over them all, a turntable wreathed by massive subwoofers and speakers. Erica stood up there, looking completely different than she had just last night. Her raven hair had been transformed into a shock of pink, blue, and red highlights. To Rarity’s surprise, the highlights pulsed in time with the music, changing color from one to the other in a swirling motion. It had to have been a spell of some sort. Instead of a blouse, Erica wore a skimpy-looking top fashioned out of sequins, glitter, leather, and latex.
Her hands glowed as she worked the music, and as Rarity watched, she spurred forth another gut-shaking blast of bass. The dance floor teemed with bodies. Rarity was only slightly turned off by the music. In fact, the longer she listened to it, the more she felt the beat in her bones. Her foot began tapping. She felt her hips swaying a little. She wanted to dance. To move. Taking Octavia’s hand, she pulled her wife onto the floor. Octavia followed with no objection.
They were lost in a sea of people. Once they were in, there would be no getting out. Rarity could care less. She spun around, wrapped a hand around Octavia’s waist, and pulled her wife tight. The music thrummed, the people jumped and swayed, and Rarity kissed Octavia. The cellist’s hands slid around her waist, sealing them together. Rarity could feel her fingers on the bare skin of her back. She could feel Octavia’s warm flesh beneath her own hands. Together, they began to move.
They were lost in the dance.
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Had it been an hour? Two? Sixteen? Rarity couldn’t tell. One second she was grinding her hips against Octavia’s, about to pass out from exhaustion, sweaty and tired and horny and drunk on emotion, and the next, she was stumbling towards the bar. The press of bodies was gone, replaced instead by a cool glass surface. She and Octavia leaned against the bar, panting heavily, grinning stupidly at one another.
“By the heavens,” Octavia panted. Rarity almost didn’t hear her over how badly her ears were ringing. “That was amazing!”
“I’m so shaky.” Rarity held her hand up. Her fingers twitched and shook, and she was still smiling. “I need water.”
“Here.” Octavia nodded to the bar just behind Rarity. There was a large, wide bowl filled to the brim with bottles of water chilling in ice. Rarity pulled two out and twisted the cap off immediately. The water was freezing. It almost hurt to drink it, but she downed half the bottle before stopping to breathe. The condensation dripped down her wrist and onto her exposed cleavage. Octavia’s brow was shiny with sweat, and when Rarity pulled her close, she could feel the slippery exertion in the small of her lover’s back.
“I love you, Octavia.” Rarity breathed, holding Octavia tight.
“And I love you, Rarity.” Octavia whispered back. They kissed softly before pulling apart to smile at one another. “Want something to drink?”
“How about we check out this VIP area? It might be quieter there.”
“Are you wussing out on me already?” Octavia teased. Rarity pulled a handful of ice-cubes out of the water tray and shoved them down the back of Octavia’s skirt. “AAH!” Octavia jumped, shaking the skirt out until the cubes dropped to the floor.
“I just need to cool down before I go back out there.” Rarity grinned and gave Octavia’s love mark a quick kiss. “Come on.” Blushing, Octavia followed her. The music had died down to a low instrumental track, some electronica song or another, and the dance floor was only half as populated as it had been just a minute prior. They slipped through the crowd towards a neon sign blinking V.I.P. above two stern-looking guards. As Rarity and Octavia approached, they held their bracelets up. The man on their left raised his own hands and cast some sort of spell. Their bracelets glowed the same color as his hands, and he waved them through.
The VIP lounge was separated from the rest of the club by a heavy black curtain. Here, things were much more toned down. Out on the floor, flashing lights and writhing bodies dominated much of the scene. In here, the lighting was dim, and there were private booths lining the walls. These were shrouded in shadow. Rarity had to squint to see into them. Some were occupied, but most were not. Most of the people here gathered around the bar, where a handsome-looking man was busy flaunting his flair skills. Two bottles flipped through the air in time to the quiet music, and he would pour shots from them into the glass on the bar before him between flips. Rarity watched as he topped the drink off with a garnish and used magic to float it to a stunned-looking woman nearby.
Rarity was suddenly very thirsty. “Go find us a booth.” She gave Octavia’s rear a soft pat before slinking off towards the bar. No sooner had she arrived than the man turned to her with a smile. She held her bracelet up and asked for two fuzzy navels. A fruity drink for a girl’s night out. Octavia was a whiskey and gin drinker by habit, though she was known to venture into the fruitier side of alcohol now and then. Rarity just wanted something tasty that went down easy. She was treated to a show as the man used both hands to prepare two drinks at the same time, flipping bottles of alcohol back and forth between two glasses. He finished each off with a slice of peach speared on a toothpick, and smiled in a wicked way as he handed them to Rarity. She couldn’t help but wink as she slipped away.
Octavia had found a vacant booth near the back of the lounge. Rarity almost didn’t find her, with how dark it was. She wondered why these booths were so dark. As she slid into the booth, though, it became clear. No one could see them back here. Not without looking really hard, anyways. A faint blush worked its way to her cheeks as she handed Octavia her drink. They clinked glasses, took a bite of peach, and sipped the concoction tentatively. Rarity’s sip soon turned into a gulp. The drink was the perfect balance of sweet and bitter. She could hardly even taste the alcohol, and the peach lingered on her tongue after she swallowed. She would have to be careful. This drink would put her under the table if she continued.
She had to set it down, or she would have finished it. Octavia mirrored her, and judging by her silly smile, she had enjoyed it just as much as Rarity had. “This is pretty cool.” She mused, slipping an arm over Rarity’s shoulders. “It’s nice back here. Quiet. Dark.”
“Intimate.” Rarity smiled as her hand slipped beneath the table. Octavia stiffened as she felt Rarity’s fingers tease the hem of her skirt.
“Rarity, stop.” She whispered, leaning in. “We’re in a club. You can’t do that stuff he- ooh.”
“Shh.” Rarity smiled as her fingers glowed. This was something she had wanted to try for a very, very long time. “Relax.”
“Ooh… Oh wow.” Octavia’s arm tightened around Rarity’s shoulder. Her free hand gripped her drink firmly. Rarity guided her magic up the inside of Octavia’s thigh, caressing the damp, sweaty flesh tenderly. Octavia was shuddering. Rarity had never used magic against Octavia in such a fashion yet. Sure, she had pinned Octavia down, or pulled her close for a kiss here and there, but she hadn’t done anything like this yet. She made a note in the back of her mind to thank Twilight for showing her how to do this properly. The technique and details came back readily.
Rarity’s magic slowly slid along the inside of Octavia’s thigh, climbing higher until it brushed the hem of her panties. These, Rarity could feel, were almost soaked through. The passionate dancing and teasing had made her wet already. Rarity grinned and nonchalantly took a sip of her drink, even as she began massaging Octavia through her panties.
“Hnn-“ Octavia gave a thin moan at Rarity’s teasing. She was dripping down there. Rarity would have given anything to slip beneath the table and clean her up, but such a thing might not go unnoticed. Then again, it might. Rarity wondered if these VIP booths had been designed for this purpose alone. Rarity kept her eyes on the other guests, even as she began to manipulate her magic faster. Octavia’s mouth hung open, and she was panting. Rarity rubbed her lips up and down for a few long moments before gingerly peeling the sodden panties aside. Octavia spread her legs beneath the table just a little, allowing Rarity better access through her full thighs.
Nestled between the soft folds of flesh was Octavia’s womanhood. Rarity enveloped the entire thing in a telekinetic field, and gently pushed. The effect was the same as if she had ground the heel of her palm into Octavia’s vagina. The cellist gasped and gripped her drink harder. Her hand clasped Rarity’s shoulder firmly. Grinning, Rarity began to grind her magic up and down. Octavia was dripping by now. Her panties would be ruined. The seat of her dress was probably soaked. Rarity didn’t care. She was busy watching the bartender make another complex-looking drink and finding Octavia’s clitoris.
”There.” Octavia suddenly gasped, just loud enough to be heard. Rarity had found her clit. Now came the devious part. Rarity pulled her magical aura away, separated it into two miniscule spheres, and began to spin them rapidly. The effect was a vibration, and one that she remembered from her time with Twilight fondly. Octavia jerked the second it pressed into her clitoris. Such a small telekinetic field, spinning so rapidly, pressed so precisely into her clitoris. ”Cumming.” She whispered. Her nails were digging into Rarity’s shoulder. ”Rarity, I’m cumming!”
Rarity kept the magic pressed against Octavia’s dripping gash, but her hand pulled Octavia’s skirt up at the last moment. With a shuddering gasp, Octavia came, dribbling a thin stream of her release onto the floor beneath the table. Rarity didn’t let her magic receded until Octavia was done squirting onto the floor. When the cellist slumped into the booth’s back with a slightly un-ladylike grunt, she let her magic die. Octavia was trembling as she reached for her drink. Chuckling, Rarity watched her down the entire thing in one go.
Rarity took her wrist and pulled Octavia out of the booth, out of the lounge, and back onto the dance floor. Just as the bass began to pound once more.
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The rest of the night was somewhat of a blur. Rarity remembered bass, pounding so hard her hair was frazzled. She remembered hands all over her body. They had been on her thighs, on her ass, on her stomach, on her back and breasts and shoulders. Most of them had been Octavia’s. But at some point, they had been separated on the dance floor. Then the hands had been different. By the time she had met back up with Octavia, she had had to re-tie her top several times. She wondered how many people she had unintentionally flashed on the dance floor.
At that point, though, it didn’t matter. Rarity had seen enough breasts and butts that night to not care if her own were among them anymore. The two of them had finally managed to limp out of the dance floor during a break, and actually had to resort to security to find one another again. Rarity was suddenly very thankful for their bracelets, which the magi in the club could use to find their VIP members. It had to have been four in the morning by the time they left. Bouncers were collecting bracelets at the door, so Rarity and Octavia passed theirs off and stood in the parking lot while they waited for a resort liaison to come pick them up. Octavia had managed to slip the PDA into her bra on the way out of the door. Rarity never would have guessed. They weren’t waiting more than fifteen minutes. When the same young man that picked them up from the train station arrived in a white van, they hastily climbed inside and sped back off down the main drag.
When they arrived back at the bungalow, Rarity wanted nothing more than to strip her clothes off, take a cool shower, and go to sleep. Thankfully enough, Octavia was like-minded. The alcohol and dancing had gotten to both of them, it seemed. Still, Rarity wasn’t about to forget the plentitude of flesh she had been privy to in the club. As she helped Octavia out of her clothes, she took a few blissfully long moments to kiss her wife. Deeply. Passionately. The shower afterwards yielded plenty of more tender kisses and long embraces, and after they had dried off, both women curled close for a long night’s sleep.
When Rarity woke, she was alone.“Hmm… Tavi?” She called out softly, lifting a groggy head to peer about the bungalow.
“In here, love.” Octavia’s voice came from the bathroom. Rarity crawled out of the frumpy bed to see what it was her love had gotten into. Peeking in through the door, she saw Octavia’s nude form stretched out on the floor beside the toilet. She looked haggard.
“Too much to drink?”
“I have got the worst headache.” Octavia moaned. As Rarity stepped in, Octavia sat up and heaved into the toilet once more. Rarity held her hair out of the way and sat by her side until she was done. Afterwards, she helped her wife into the shower, and scrubbed her hair for her. Octavia was shaking by the time they were done, so Rarity helped her change into pajamas and sit at the dinner table. She herself was starved, so she began making them a hearty lunch. The food did wonders for Octavia’s condition, and when she had stopped shaking, Rarity was able to talk at a normal volume. An idea struck her then, and she smiled over her shoulder.
“How would you feel about taking advantage of the spa facilities here?”
“Ooh.” Octavia grinned at the thought. “That’s an idea.”
“I’ll call Jason.” Rarity fetched the PDA from Octavia’s shed clothes and saw the battery was low. Plugging it back into the charger, she pressed the button for their resort guide. Jason answered promptly.
“Good afternoon to you, Miss Rarity. Did you enjoy yourself last night?”
“I most certainly did, but I think perhaps too much. Octavia and I were thinking about visiting the spa today. Could you arrange that for us?”
“Most certainly. Will you be wanting the deluxe package, or the evening session?” Rarity glanced over her shoulder at Octavia, sitting at the dinner table clutching a cup of steaming tea.
“The deluxe package, if we could.”
“You may want to consider preparing for transportation soon, if you want to finish in time for dinner. I’ll be around in ten minutes.”
“About dinner.” Rarity pulled up a menu during their conversation. “We’d like that seaside dinner package. Is that alright?”
“We’ll have your meal ready for you the moment you’re done with your spa session, Rarity.”
“Excellent, thank you.”
“See you in ten.”
“Ta.” Rarity smiled and left the PDA behind. Octavia looked up at her with baggy eyes, but a smile on her lips. “Jason will be around in ten minutes to pick us up. Afterwards, they’ll have dinner ready for us. You might want to change into something a little more appropriate. Granted, we’ll likely have to take it off when we get to the spa, but still.”
“Hmm. Alright.” Octavia moved a little less sluggishly, and even helped Rarity gather up their clothes from last night before changing herself. They wore matching capri pants and blouses, and just as Jason pulled up to pick them up, Rarity had finished slipping into her sandals. Jason looked a little bit better for the wear than either of them, but Rarity could tell he wasn’t one hundred percent. The poor fellow had to work after last night’s clubbing, after all. She wondered if there were other guests he had to tend to, or if he had other duties while he wasn’t chauffeuring them about. The sky was overcast that afternoon, and Rarity could smell lightning in the air. The sea was crowned in whitecaps, and the breakers looked a little more vicious today than when she and Octavia had frolicked in the surf just two days past.
All of that was forgotten as she and Octavia arrived at the main building. Jason led them through the main lobby and into the reception area for the spa. Rarity was thankful there was no one else waiting. That meant there probably wasn’t anyone else here today. A bubbly spa attendant smiled at them as they approached, and Jason left them in her ‘capable hands.’ Her name was Natasha, and she had an incredibly thick accent. Rarity almost couldn’t understand her, but she and Octavia followed along when she passed through the door behind the counter. Being no stranger to spas, she and Octavia knew the drill. They shed their clothes into two identical baskets, and left their PDA to charge at the front desk. Naked as the day they were born, both women padded through the changing room and into the shower area.
They started with shampoos, conditioners, and other hair treatments. These they had to apply on their own, but the rigorous scrubbing helped wake Rarity up from the sleep. Afterwards, Natasha and another spa attendant by the name of Tanya (who also had a thick accent) helped wrap their hair. Nude and dripping, they were led from the shower and into the mud baths. This was probably Rarity’s favorite part of any spa trip. She and Octavia lowered themselves into adjacent tubs, leaving their arms above the water so Natasha and Tanya could give them manicures. Coupled with facials and seaweed wraps in their hair, Rarity could only sit in the mud and soak up the attention and the minerals.
She had lost track of time, but when the mud began to drain from around them, she knew it was time to move. The facials were buffed away, the seaweed unwound, and the mud rinsed off of their bodies. Natasha and Tanya wrapped them in warm, fluffy towels, helping dry them off. After that, they changed into similarly fluffy robes and made their way to the salon. Here, there were two different ladies, and they were all about small talk. Where Natasha and Tanya were quiet and diligent, these two were gossipy and lively.
“Why hello there!” Their entrance into the salon was cheerful. Natasha and Tanya left with quiet bows, while Rarity and Octavia were soon buffeted by the new women. “My name is Jennifer, and this is-“
“Glitter.” The second woman introduced herself with a firm handshake. Both of them were heavy-set and brightly dressed, with wild hairstyles. Jennifer sported a wide streak of neon-green through her braided hair, while Glitter lived up to her name. Her hair shimmered like the sands on the beach on a bright day. “No, wait, hang on.” Glitter pulled up short of Octavia, her eyes wide. “Jen, look at her hair. That face.”
“Hmm? Oh. Oh! No way, you can’t be-“ Rarity glanced at Octavia, but instead of the customary frown, she found a warm smile painted across her lover’s lips.
“Yes. I’m Octavia, cellist for the Canterlot Symphony.” Jennifer and Glitter came together with an excited squeal, bouncing just a little.
“Come on, come in, ladies!” Jennifer ushered them towards two chairs sitting side-by-side, bubbling happily. “If this is miss Octavia, then you must be…”
“Rarity.” She just managed to bleat out before she was gingerly pushed down into one of the chairs.
“We both watched the recording of your performances, Octavia.” Jennifer peeled off to fetch two carts packed to the brim with hair care supplies while Glitter began bustling about, laying towels underneath the foot of either chair and setting smaller trays of pedicure products nearby. “You designed those dresses, didn’t you, Rarity?” They went on like that for ages. Each time she or Octavia would share some detail about their lives, Jennifer and Glitter would come back with ‘I heard about so-and-so, and he did something similar’ or ‘does miss what’s-her-face do the same?’ By the time their hair had been cleaned, combed, and styled, Rarity had no doubt in her mind. These two were professional gossipers. She wondered if their visit to this particular salon on this day of all days had just decided the local tabloid’s headlines for the next month. As they departed with a warm hug and a bright smile from both women, Rarity honestly didn’t mind.
Next came the massages. Natasha and Tanya rendezvoused with them outside of the salon, and led them down a yet-unexplored hallway. The room they turned into was rather reminiscent of their bungalow. Tanya pulled on a hefty rope near the wall, and Rarity watched the roll-up section lift to open the room to the sea. It was raining outside. The waves crashed against the beach not twenty feet from their room, and the sand between them and the ocean was impacted with a million tiny craters from the fat droplets of water. The sound was soothing. Between the waves and the rain, Rarity felt herself relaxing already. But they weren’t here to watch the rain fall on the waves. Natasha and Tanya knelt on the floor, and lifted two collapsible massage tables up from concealed spots on the ground. Rarity and Octavia stripped once more and laid face-down on the table. Their buttocks were draped with small towels, to allow them whatever amount of decency they had left after showing off for the two spa technicians already.
Rarity had almost ignored Jason’s quip about leaving them in ‘capable’ hands. But the first touch against her muscles brought the memory to Rarity’s mind, alongside a fresh wave of relaxation. She groaned audibly, and just off to her left, Octavia mirrored her. Rarity could have died and gone to heaven and it wouldn’t have been this good. She closed her eyes and let the masseuse’s fantastic hands rub away each knot in her muscles. There seemed to be hundreds. Some of them hurt when they released, but Natasha quickly soothed the pain into a mind-numbing sense of relief and relaxation.
It wasn’t until she felt Octavia’s hand take her own that Rarity remembered she was here with her wife. They clasped hands, letting them hang in the space between the two tables. The sound of the rain falling on the waves and an occasional murmur from one or the other about how good this felt was all they heard. It could have been two hours, two minutes, or even two days, but Rarity was suddenly being ushered up off of the table. She felt like she was floating on a cloud. Not an unknown experience, but still a unique one. She and Octavia shrugged back into their fluffy white robes and beamed at their companion masseuses.
“Thank you so much.” Rarity sighed, offering a hand. Natasha took it with a smile, and Tanya even went so far as to wrap both of them in a gentle hug. Rarity thought their treatment was over. Instead, the two women led Rarity and Octavia outside. The rain had stopped at some point during their massage, leaving a surprisingly clear, dark sky behind. The stars were out in force, glimmering faintly as the once-troubled waves contentedly lapped at the beach. Compared to the downpour they had seen just a few minutes ago, Rarity was surprised to see things so calm outside. Perhaps the massage had an impact not just on her, but on the weather as well. She giggled at the thought, drawing a questioning look from Octavia.
They were lead out onto a small pier. At the end sat a pavilion of sorts, lit with candles and soft lamps. As they arrived underneath the protection of a wide, low canopy, Rarity was struck by the sight of a candlelit table, two chairs, two full glasses of wine, and an entire spread of the best-looking food she had ever seen. Jason stood by, dressed in a formal suit and tie, his one hand resting on the back of a chair he had just pulled out.
“Miss Rarity. Miss Octavia. It will be my pleasure to serve you this evening.” Rarity took the offered seat, dumbfounded. Octavia looked much the same as she sat opposite Rarity. The pier was surrounded on three sides by ocean, and the one side that wasn’t was off to Rarity’s left anyways. She could see out to the horizon from here, where the stars met the sea in an endless blanket of night. The sun had already gone down for the night, so the only light they were allowed were the candles and the soft lamplight. Rarity didn’t have any words to describe the scenario. Well, she had one. Octavia spoke her mind.
“Perfect.”
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Dinner was spectacular. Rarity was almost loathe to leave the candlelit pier. The soft sound of waves lapping against the support beams and soft conversation accompanied the delicious meal, and by the end, Rarity was feeling moderately frisky. Perhaps it was the wine, or maybe having to watch her naked lover be rubbed down by another woman. Maybe it was the memory of last night’s dancing, or maybe it was just the atmosphere of the beach and the resort in general. But by the time they had finished dessert, Rarity was ready to go back to the bungalow. Octavia seemed to share her sentiment. Jason led them back to the spa, where they changed back into their clothes and re-joined Jason on the golf cart back to their bungalow. They bid him goodnight with a hug and a smile before slipping inside.
The bungalow was pitch-black. But Rarity didn’t need to see to find Octavia. She met her lover’s hand in the cool blackness, gently twining their fingers together. Octavia took a step closer, her breath mingling with Rarity’s. They hugged. Gently. Passionately. Rarity slid her hands around Octavia’s shoulders, and her wife wrapped her arms around Rarity’s slender waist. Octavia was so warm and soft; a stark contrast to the cool tile and cooler ocean air. Rarity never wanted to let her go. She felt the night air’s chill flee underneath Octavia’s warmth, leaving her comforted and happy in its wake. They stood like that for a long while. It was Octavia who moved first. She pulled back just enough to rest her forehead to Rarity’s.
“I love you, Rarity.” She whispered. It was hardly louder than a breath. Rarity wouldn’t have heard it if Octavia had been any further away. But the intimate, quiet whisper didn’t go missed. Rarity’s lips curled into a soft smile, and she whispered her reply.
“I love you too, Octavia.”
Their lips met in the silence that followed. The kiss was hesitant at first. Shy, even. It was a maiden’s kiss, unsure and slow. They parted for a soft breath before trying again. This time, it felt almost like a schoolyard kiss. Tenuous, excited and fast. Rarity’s lips were hardly wet. But then came the best kiss yet. This was a lover’s kiss. It came with conviction, passion, and eagerness. Rarity could taste Octavia’s desire, could feel the soft tremble of her lower lip. Her fingers tightened around Octavia’s shoulders, drawing her closer, and Octavia pulled their hips together.
Rarity almost gasped when she felt Octavia’s tongue. It brushed against the swell of her upper lip, as if asking permission to enter her mouth. Rarity let it in eagerly, moaning just a little as she felt the slippery muscle press between her lips. Her own rose to meet the challenge, and the dance began. It was slow, measured, and slippery. Rarity’s heart began to hammer in her chest, even as Octavia pressed her nails into the small of her back.
Somehow, they found the bed. Rarity’s heart leapt into overdrive as she felt the sensation of falling, but Octavia kept her held tight until they impacted the bed. The jostling fall lifted Rarity’s blouse over her midriff. Octavia landed on top of her, straddling Rarity’s waist with a small, devious smile on her lips. Rarity’s heart didn’t calm down. If anything, it beat faster. Her hands slid up from Octavia’s shoulders into her hair. The long, luxuriously silken strands glided beneath her fingers. She could never get enough of toying with Octavia’s hair. It was always so excellently taken care of, she could stroke and comb it with her fingers for hours on end with no impact. Octavia’s own hands rose up from her hips, caressing the flat expanse of flesh on her exposed stomach. The first touch sent shivers up her spine. Rarity arched her back with a soft sound.
“Aah…” It was the first sound she could remember making. A soft gasp, barely audible over the sound of the waves outside. Octavia didn’t miss it, though. She grinned and leaned in, kissing Rarity’s cheek gently. Her hands had a mind of their own, it seemed. Rarity’s skin was warm and soft after the trip to the spa, and Octavia was keen on exploring all of it she could. Her fingers slid over each inch of flesh, from the small of her back, the underside of her breasts, and even inside of her belly button. They kissed now and then. Rarity would touch her lips to Octavia’s chin, her cheek, or even her neck. Now and then, their lips would meet for a long, slow kiss.
One of those kisses turned deeper. Rarity felt her head pressed back into the cool sheets as Octavia deepened the embrace, her hands sliding up Rarity’s bare sides. Her blouse lifted up over her breasts, exposing the soft mounds of skin to the cool air. Rarity almost shivered. But there was a warm touch that followed. Octavia whimpered into the kiss as her hands pressed into Rarity’s chest, gingerly gripping her. Rarity felt her nipples grow hard almost immediately. There was a pressure building up in her core, one that wouldn’t be ignored. Rarity felt her head begin to swim. The touches, the kisses, the cool night air and the soft sound of the waves… Rarity was in heaven.
“Rarity,” Octavia’s breath washed over her face. Both of them were panting slightly, their chests rising and falling. “I want you. I need you.” She was pleading now. Her words sent another shiver up Rarity’s spine. There was a sense of desperation in those words. Rarity could tell; Octavia wasn’t kidding. She wasn’t saying those things to excite or arouse Rarity.
She was saying them because she truly, honestly did need Rarity.
And Rarity needed her.
Octavia was her rock, her tower, her one consolation and friend. In those deep, amber-colored eyes, Rarity knew she could find caring and compassion, understanding, and most importantly, love. They were two broken, strange creatures, hurt and scarred by lovers past. They had seen many things between the two of them, and had suffered some trials together. Maybe that was what had brought them together. Or maybe it was some strange chance; some random happenstance that drew their wayward souls to one another. Whatever it was, there was a reason for the ring on Rarity’s left hand. She lifted that hand up to Octavia’s face, gently cupping her cheek. She whispered her next words.
The next day dawned bright and sunny. Rarity stirred gently beside Octavia, who opened her eyes at the gentle motion. “Good morning.” Rarity whispered, still unwilling to move.
“Morning.” Octavia returned. They were still nude from last night’s lovemaking. And it really had been lovemaking. Rarity had never felt so close to her wife as she had just last night. It had transcended simple sex, and gone past gratification. What they had done last night wasn’t servicing, or bringing one another to orgasm… It was something much more pure, and infinitely more meaningful. The memory of the breathless, almost desperate kisses, and the warm, eager touches brought a smile to Rarity’s lips. She nuzzled into Octavia’s neck warmly. Octavia smiled and kissed her cheek. “Sleep well?”
“Very. Yourself?”
“Hmm. Yeah…” Octavia rolled up onto her side, facing Rarity. They looked into one another’s eyes for a few long moments. “I love you, Rarity.”
“I love you too, Octavia.” Rarity returned. A ghost of a frown tugged at her lips. She lifted a hand to Octavia’s cheek. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m okay.” She whimpered, but tears glimmered in her eyes. One of them slipped out, and Rarity brushed it away with her thumb. Her eyes were pleading. She begged Octavia to tell her why she was crying. She didn’t say anything, but still she begged. “I’m honestly, just truly, very happy.” Octavia smiled then, nuzzling into Rarity’s hand. The tears still came, but she was smiling. “It’s been a long, strange journey, but here we are. Look at us, Rarity. A dressmaker and a cellist. Far from home, sleeping on a strange bed beside the sea, naked as the day we were born, save these rings…” Rarity’s hand was cupped by Octavia’s. The cellist gingerly grasped Rarity’s ring, bringing it up in the space between them. “Do you know why we wear rings?”
“I don’t.” Rarity whispered. Octavia was speaking her heart, and the words threatened to evoke tears. Rarity fought against crying, but ultimately failed. Happy tears slid down her cheeks, and she looked at the ring on her finger, held up between their faces.
“It’s infinite.” Octavia said quietly. “It goes around and around, with no end.” Octavia’s amber eyes peeled away from the ring to look back at Rarity. “Just like my love. I love you, Rarity. Not for a day, not for a week, or even a year. I love you forever.” Octavia kissed her then. It was a simple kiss, with no real emotion behind it. It was a kiss a mother would have given her daughter, or even a kiss two friends might have shared. But between the two of them, worlds of emotion were shared. Rarity could almost see it then, their future… She saw happiness. There was laughter and joy to be had, enough for ten lifetimes. There was contentment, too. Long, quiet nights spent in one another’s arms. There was separation; duties to fulfill, and work to be done. Loneliness.
There was even sadness. Anger. Rarity felt suffering. Pain. She could have cried. But there was someone there to wipe away her tears, to kiss her and make her feel happy again. To make love to her, and hold her when she was scared. And she would hold that person too, when they cried or when they felt scared. There was happiness in their life, yes, but pain and suffering as well. There would be loss in their life, and fights, and disagreement. But they would share those things. The pain, the happiness, the anger, the joy… Rarity would never be alone again; no matter what it was they shared. That was what their vows had meant to one another.
She saw it then. Her ring and Octavia’s, side-by-side. They made a figure eight. Two lives, two loves, never-ending.
“Okay. Let’s do it.” Phillip smiled as he stood up, offering them a hand. “I’ll get everything in motion. Thank you, Rarity, Octavia.” Rarity followed his lead and took his hand with a smile.
“Thank you, Phillip. We really owe it to you.”
“Hardly. It’s our honor to have you here. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some things to prepare.” Phillip smiled and shook Octavia’s hand on his way out of the office. Rarity and Octavia followed, albeit in a different direction. Jason was waiting with the golf cart outside of the main office building, and he took them back to their bungalow.
“How’d it go?” He asked on the way.
“Perfectly. With any luck, we’ll do it this evening.”
“Really? Awesome!” They left him with a smile and a hug before going inside. Octavia went to sit in the kitchen. Rarity followed, sitting opposite her at the dinner table.
“Are you sure? We came here to relax. You don’t have to.”
“No, I want to.” Octavia grinned at Rarity. “Trust me, if you ever took the stage, you’d know there’s a different kind of release when you’re performing. I just hope I’m not putting you through too much.”
“Hardly.” Rarity grinned. “It’d be my honor.”
“Well then.” Octavia leaned across the table for a kiss. “We ought to prepare.”
Rarity used the last of their leftovers to make lunch, which they ate hastily. Afterwards, Octavia went to shower and apply her makeup while Rarity went to work assembling the dress. She had come to their honeymoon well-prepared for any clothing crisis, but she wasn’t expecting a performance. It would be a small, quiet affair, with maybe fifty in the audience. This should have been nothing compared to the concerts she had done in Canterlot. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit panicked as she sorted through the clothes she had packed. In the end, she settled on the dress Octavia had worn to the club, and began unstitching another, more formal dress. The two colors complimented well, and even with the small sewing kit she had brought along, Rarity could make the necessary alterations. She had both garments, the dress and the near-deconstructed formal dress, on the dining table. Octavia emerged clad in a towel, her face radiant.
“You look good.” Rarity beamed before returning to the task at hand.
“Isn’t that the dress I wore to the club?” Octavia asked hesitantly.
“I cleaned it.” Rarity muttered with pins in her mouth. She did indeed know a spell to remove unwanted odors and dirt from fabric. It had come in handy in the past, and Rarity was rather proficient at it by now.
“And that has to be the dress I wore to the Canterlot Public School charity…”
“You would never wear it again.”
“I actually liked that one…” Octavia pouted.
“Well. Shoot.” Rarity held up the loose ends of what had been the long, flowing sleeves with a helpless smile. “Desperate times, eh?” Octavia pouted at Rarity still. She was adorable when she did that. Octavia couldn’t resist as she gave her wife a quick pinch on the butt. “I’ll be done in a few. Go put on some underwear. Black, if you could.”
“This is a beach concert, not a funeral.” Octavia muttered, blushing from the pinch.
“An evening concert. Were it up to me, I’d have you clad in full amber. It suits your eyes and the cello so well… But this will have to make do. Crimson and Lavender. I like it.” Where the dress Octavia had worn to the club was revealing, Rarity added swaths of lavender-colored cloth from the formal dress. She complimented the skirt as well, sewing in an intricate pattern that made the hem look almost as if it were on fire. She kept the back open, but added independent sleeves that opened at the elbow to keep Octavia’s forearms clear. The fabric would dangle, but Rarity knew from experience the audience liked to see the fabric dance in time with the music when Octavia played faster passages. She bent to her task, focusing and sewing as quickly as she could manage. The sun was beginning to set when she finished.
“Wow. You work fast.”
“It’s not as extravagant as any of the other dresses, but I think it’ll suffice.” Rarity smiled as she helped Octavia into the impromptu dress. In her haste, she had made the waistline a touch too tight, so she did some on-the-spot sewing to let out the hem. “This one is somewhat weak, so be mindful of your movements.” The club dress had had a slit up the side, but Rarity had to compromise it with the extended skirt. Octavia still wore it well, and with her straight black hair, she was an alluring figure. The performance would still be stunning, be it fifty or fifty thousand people in attendance. The sun had sunk below the horizon by then, leaving only a yellow band of light on the horizon in its wake. The sound of a truck pulling up to their bungalow alerted them of Phillip’s arrival. He knocked respectfully on the door, and Rarity went to open it.
“Woah.” Phillip was stunned. Rarity grinned, and even Octavia wore a teasing smile. “That… That’ll work.” He blushed and looked Octavia over. Rarity didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on her wide hips or her well-defined bust. Shyly, he stepped inside. “We, uuh… We’re all ready for you. There were a few guests in the hotel, and we invited them as well. Is that okay with you?”
“Perfectly fine.” Octavia waved a hand. Rarity guessed if she were to perform for a small audience, allowing a few extra people wouldn’t hurt. “You’re not charging them, I hope?”
“No, not at all. That wouldn’t be right.” Phillip shook his head firmly. “You came to me with this proposal. If anyone’s going to be charging for any of the services provided, it’d be you.” His smile was quick and warm. Rarity decided that, despite Davis’ involvement with this resort, she liked this man. Octavia may hold whatever grudge she liked against her father and his business dealings, but Rarity liked him. Both of them.
“Well, then. Are we prepared?”
“I’ll be happy to escort you to the stage myself.”
“Rarity, my cello.”
“Right.” Rarity slipped into the closet and produced the instrument. Octavia was insistent she carry the case herself. It was heavier than her normal cellos, making Rarity curious. Octavia slipped into the back seat of Phillip’s large truck alongside the cumbersome case while Rarity took the front seat. They rumbled off down the gravel drive towards the resort proper. In the late-evening light, Rarity could make out an entire pavilion sitting in the middle of the mostly-vacant parking lot. Phillip had worked fast erecting it, no doubt. The sky was cloudless, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t rain later on in the evening. Rarity was glad for the cover. The sounds of merrymaking reached her ears. There was a dull roar of conversation, laughter, and greetings that she was almost intimately familiar with. Already, Rarity found herself growing excited. Phillip took them around the back of the pavilion, where a smaller awning sat at the back entrance to what Rarity assumed was a stage of sorts inside. Sure enough, there was one large man wearing an earpiece and dark shades. He was dressed in a tropical shirt and beige slacks, but still looked to be standing guard. Phillip pulled up to the awning, allowing Rarity and Octavia to slip out and into the pavilion discreetly. The guard hardly even nodded at them.
They were in. The ‘backstage’ area consisted of a single amplifier cordoned off by a curtain-wall room. There was a stool and a chair. Octavia gingerly set her case on the pavement and peeked out of the curtains. “Oh wow. They actually have a stage.”
“Really?” Rarity had almost expected it, but she was still a little surprised they had managed to get one set up in time. They had only been gone, what, four? Five hours? She peeked out beside Octavia, and sure enough, a low stage consisting of several risers connected together sat before a gathering of chairs. Most of the chairs were empty, but as Rarity watched, a dozen more people stepped inside the larger main entrance and began filling in the empty seats. “Wow.” She muttered, letting the curtain fall back into place. “Are you sure about this?”
“Of course.” Octavia shot her a teasing grin before pulling away as well. “Even if I weren’t, it’d be rude to let them down at this point.”
“True.” Rarity sighed and stepped forward to give Octavia a quick hug and a kiss. More and more people were filing in. They had agreed to perform for the resort’s staff, and Phillip had warned them of the few guests attending as well. He had guessed fifty to one hundred, but as Rarity peeked out one more time, she saw at least half again as many. The chairs were full. People were beginning to stand in the back. Octavia had withdrawn her cello, and Rarity knew now why the case had been so heavy. This was one of her electric cellos. It had a built-in amplifier, so it could produce both electronic and acoustic music without the help of a heavy amp. But it still hooked into the one provided, and Octavia donned specialized headphones to help her tune the massive, black instrument. Rarity wrung her hands fretfully. The crowd was growing restless. At last, though, Octavia pulled her headphones off and smiled at Rarity.
“I’m ready.”
“Good luck, Octavia. I love you.”
“I love you too, Rarity.” They shared one last kiss before Octavia picked up her cello and bow in one hand, and a stool in the other. The curtains parted, and she mounted the stage. A hush descended over the crowd. Rarity could tell; her dress had an impression, even if it was an impromptu creation. Phillip sat in the front row, with resort staff, guests, and who-knew-else in the audience behind him. Octavia looked at all of them with one long, pointed gaze. When she lifted her bow and set the hair to the strings, the silence was audible. Rarity could have heard a pin drop.
The first note was as low and mournful as anything she had ever heard. The entire pavilion was suddenly alive, breathing around them. The cello was its voice, the people its blood. The sound was like a dying moan of a wounded man, low and full of pain and regret. Sorrow descended on Rarity’s heart, and she found tears welling in her eyes. She fought against them, trying her hardest not to cry. Not here, not now. The second note was just as sad, a twin to the first. Octavia’s head hung low, and the dangling sleeves on her arms barely moved as she drew out the second note.
The third was higher. Rarity felt a stain of solemn sadness on it, but something else as well; a small glimmer of something less bleak, less depressing. Hope. She heard hope in Octavia’s music. By then, Octavia had begun to play a slow song, one she hadn’t heard before. The audience was awestruck. Rarity saw many of them standing or sitting with open mouths and tears in their eyes. Anyone could play a cello with practice. Anyone could read sheet music placed in front of them and even play it well.
But there was only one person who could make a cello sing. Only one person who could make an audience cry.
Songs were simple.
People were not.
Octavia didn’t play her cello. She didn’t settle for some predetermined series of notes set to a time signature. She didn’t conform or even try to present people with something bland and unexciting. She shunned sheet music and despised maestros, who commanded instruments with a flick of their wrist and a book of instructions.
Octavia did not play her cello for the audience.
She lived for the audience.
And at her command, the cello leapt to life as well.
She stomped three times. Some in the audience jumped. Others gasped. The three stomps were followed by a waterfall of notes, washing over the gathered resort staff and guests like a fresh spring rain. The cloudburst took them all by surprise, but soon enough, they were clapping in time and hollering encouragement. Octavia’s hands flew as she burned through a fast and melodious tune. The cello hummed and sang with her, filling the pavilion with the song of hope that Rarity had glimpsed before.
When Octavia threw her hair back, it was with a whoop and a holler that set feet to stomping and hips to swaying. Even Rarity found herself laughing and clapping in time with everyone else. Almost as if on que, everyone stood and moved the chairs out of the way. A space was cleared in the middle of the floor, and people coupled off. Rarity saw Jason, Phillip, Erica, and several other familiar faces pair off with strangers and begin spinning, stomping, and hollering along with the cello. Laughter filled the air. Everyone was dancing, clapping, shouting encouragement, and on the stage, Octavia shone. Rarity couldn’t resist anymore. She slipped around the stage and into the audience. Phillip spotted her and made a beeline across the dance floor. As she was swept into his arms, the song changed, growing in intensity and speed. She was swept into a dance faster and more intricate than any she had ever danced before.
If this had transpired in Canterlot, it would have been a scandal. Rarity was having way too much fun for this to be a Canterlite event. Phillip was replaced by Erica, and then a stranger, and then another, and then Jason. The songs began to melt into one experience, transitioning flawlessly from a slow waltz to a fast-paced, heart-pounding ho-down. Octavia played familiar contemporary tunes, classical standards, and original compositions in equal measure. People sang the lyrics to familiar songs, fell into organized rows for standards, and stood awestruck for the original work. Some of it, Rarity had never heard before. Others were old pieces that she listened and danced to as if they were old friends.
She wasn’t even sure when night time fell. But at some point, the pavilion grew dark. Resort staff peeled away from the crowd to raise the walls, leaving a large tent over their heads but let in the cool night air. Tribal-looking torches were lit inside, casting a flickering golden glow upon everyone underneath the canopy. The music went on, even as carts of food were wheeled out, tables erected, and meals served. Rarity talked, laughed, danced, and ate through the night. The sky remained blissfully clear and still, with a million stars overhead to gaze up at and ponder the meaning of life.
At long last, the music faded away. The guests who remained stood from their chairs to give Octavia a standing ovation. Rarity had been present for some of these before; when Canterlot’s concert hall had been packed to capacity with tens of thousands of music-goers cheering and clapping for her performance. But somehow, this was much more meaningful. She hollered and cheered and whistled right alongside everyone else, and Octavia gave a graceful bow on the stage.
She was smiling.
That was a sight Rarity would never get tired of seeing.
The performance had awakened a hunger in Octavia. Rarity could see it flashing in her eyes. She stepped down off of the stage and directly into the audience, intent on finding her. Rarity closed the distance, slipping through the appreciative audience. Octavia was surrounded with well-wishers clamoring to shake her hand or congratulate her, or thank her for a miraculous performance. Octavia only indulged in a quick clasp of the hands or a clipped smile. She was intent on finding Rarity. And Rarity wanted to get to her as soon as she could.
When she finally made it to the front of the audience, Octavia rushed into her arms. She was trembling, but there was a fire in her eyes. Rarity’s heart galloped at the sight. She knew that look, and knew it well. They needed to get back to the bungalow, and fast.
“Excuse us,” Rarity managed to raise her voice above the clamoring audience. “But Miss Octavia is fatigued. We would appreciate it if you would let us retire for the night.” Some people groaned with disappointment, but almost all of them nodded understandably. Rarity saw Jason dash off towards the garage, on the far side of the nearby office building. He returned within two minutes, honking the high-pitched horn on the golf cart to part the audience. Everyone stepped aside and let the two of them slip onto the back seat. Octavia took a moment to rise up and wave them goodbye. She was cheered off of the parking lot by resort staff and guests, all of whom were sad to see her go, but better for having heard her stirring performance.
Quiet soon enveloped them. The only sound was the crashing of the waves, the golf cart’s electric engine, and the crunch of gravel beneath their tires. Jason was all smiles and silence as he took them to their home-away-from-home. He dropped them off and left without a word. Octavia’s hand never left Rarity’s, and now, she tugged on it. Rarity followed eagerly. The fire in Octavia’s eyes hadn’t dimmed on the short, chilly trip back to their bungalow. If anything, it had intensified. Rarity hardly closed the door behind them before Octavia was on her.
Their hands were everywhere. Rarity’s world soon became a mess of limbs, lips, tongues, hands and clothes; the last of which they were desperately trying to get out of. Octavia would not be held back any longer. She grasped the hem of Rarity’s skirt and shoved it up over her hips. Rarity gasped as she was lifted from the sheets, fingers pulling at her panties relentlessly. The skimpy fabric slid down her legs, leaving her core bare. She almost cried out as Octavia wrapped her arms around her stomach and hauled her slight weight onto the cellist’s lap. Her legs dangled in the air above her head, but Octavia’s face was poised just above her crotch. With a hot breath, she dove in.
“AAHN!” Rarity arched her back as best she could in this position. The first touch to her aching core sent a shot of pleasure through her entire body. Stretched out the way she was, all she could do was grip the sheets beneath her in tightly-curled fists. Octavia’s tongue writhed against her, plunging deep between her lips one moment, and lapping rapidly at her clitoris the next. Rarity couldn’t hold back. She gave a very un-ladylike grunt and released a small, dribbling stream of liquid. Octavia moaned and drank what she could, but a thin stream of it slid up Rarity’s pubis and was absorbed by the fabric of her bunched-up skirt. Octavia still held her close, though, dragging long and slow licks over her sodden womanhood. That was about all the rest she got. Octavia renewed her licking. She elicited several more full-bodied groans and gasps from Rarity. She was helpless against it. Octavia’s arms were like iron around her stomach, keeping her pinned in the awkward upside-down position in the cellist’s lap. Her crotch was thrust upward to the sky, with Octavia’s face hanging over it like some swollen raincloud.
By the time she was finished, Rarity felt dizzy. Maybe it was the rush of blood to her head; or maybe just the new and fresh experience, but when Octavia let her go, she fell to the sheets like rubber. Octavia panted breathlessly, her lips and face glistening with the evidence of Rarity’s three orgasms. She licked her lips and stood atop the bed, working at removing the rest of her dress. Rarity managed to fumble at the buttons on her blouse enough to release them. She had to use magic to reach the clasp on her bra, though. Still, by the time Octavia had slipped out of the intricately-secured dress, Rarity was nude. She got to enjoy a small show as Octavia pulled her own bra off and struggled to remove her panties. It was always a treat watching her fight to remove her underwear. Her wide hips made things difficult with tighter-fitting undergarments. Rarity was experienced, given she had designed each piece of Octavia’s negligee, but Octavia was less so. She wriggled and jiggled and groaned and harrumphed until the panties slid down her long, full legs to fall to the tangled sheets below.
She was like a goddess. The sun had left both of them much darker than when they had arrived, and in the dim light from the half-full moon, Octavia’s skin looked bronze. Her perky, dark nipples were twin pools of blackness in the light, and the shadow between her thighs promised dark and intimate secrets. Rarity moaned and opened her arms.
“Come to me, Octavia.”
They embraced sweetly. Octavia’s leg pressed between hers, rising until it slid against the wetness of her core. Rarity shuddered and kissed her, pulling Octavia’s lips down for a firm, eager exchange. Their tongues wrestled playfully, saliva passing between the two of them in excessive amounts. Rarity didn’t care. She planned on getting nice and dirty tonight. With a little bit of maneuvering, she managed to get Octavia to straddle her. With one last kiss for good measure, she began to work her way down Octavia’s body, sliding her own between her lover’s legs. Octavia panted and moaned as Rarity wormed her way downwards, leaving wet, glistening kisses on her way. The soft flesh of Octavia’s breasts were actually rather fun to pass beneath. They jiggled and bounced whenever Rarity lifted her head more than an inch, and each tender kiss or playful nip elicited another gasp from Octavia. Her stomach was even more fun. The flat expanse was soft on top, but firmer underneath. Rarity’s hands slid over her sides, massaging the skin, even as she took a few long moments to toy with Octavia’s belly button. Octavia rather enjoyed that, and so did Rarity. The way her stomach would twitch and jump whenever she plunged her tongue into the small dip was both cute and arousing. The small layer of peach fuzz was fun to toy with, and even more fun to nuzzle into. But Rarity’s destination lay below that.
Before long, Octavia was straddling her face. Rarity nuzzled her way down through Octavia’s clean-shaven pubis, kissing and licking the musky-scented flesh. Octavia was dripping wet, her thighs were practically lathered with her juices. Rarity hadn’t really been paying attention to it, but her own chest and stomach were glistening with Octavia’s love-juice. Now that her mouth was here, she could get to work on cleaning up. Octavia rose up on her knees, looking down the length of her body at Rarity’s face, nestled between her thighs. Rarity smiled softly before dragging two long, pointed licks over the hot flesh of Octavia’s thighs. That coaxed a fresh wave of wetness that dribbled onto Rarity’s neck.
Enough foreplay. Rarity was ready. Her hands rose to Octavia’s hips, firmly pulling her down. She was flattened. Encompassed. The warm, soft heaven of flesh enveloped Rarity’s face, cutting off her oxygen, filling her mouth with the musky, delicious taste of Octavia’s arousal. Rarity licked and moaned and licked some more. Occasionally, Octavia would gasp and lift her hips, but Rarity would pull her back down. She began to grow dizzy. Octavia was panting and saying something, but only one thing was on Rarity’s mind.
Pleasure. She was determined to make Octavia cum as many times as possible. Octavia cried out now and then, and Rarity would be rewarded with a fresh waterfall of musky, pungent juice. Her face was completely covered. She could feel the soaked strands of her hair clinging to her neck, and the damp sheets beneath her. But she didn’t care. Her lungs were burning, but she barely even noticed. Time didn’t matter to her just then. Breathing could wait until later. Just then, there was only one thing and one thing only.
Octavia’s sweet, soaked, slippery pussy.
“Rarity! Stop!” Octavia’s plea finally reached her ears. The cellist pried Rarity’s hands off of her hips and rolled away. The cool night air washed over Rarity’s face, and she inhaled explosively. Her head swam, and she just might have passed out for a moment or two. Oxygen deprivation coupled with prodigious amounts of feminine ejaculate dominated Rarity’s body for a short while. She panted, her chest heaving as she fought to regain oxygen. Octavia lay a few inches away, her legs trembling and her mouth open in a series of short, panicked grunts.
Rarity didn’t know how many times she had made Octavia cum. She didn’t even care, because she knew one thing for certain: It was much more than three.
“You’re an animal.” Octavia finally managed to gasp. “I can’t feel my legs. You made me cum so many times, Rarity, I’m tapped. I can’t-“
“Oh yes you can.” Determination anew flared in Rarity’s muscles. She rolled onto all fours and crawled towards Octavia. To someone who knew Octavia less intimately than Rarity did, they would have seen apprehension in her eyes. Maybe even fear. But Rarity could see something else, buried behind the layers of doubt. There was a fire there, still. A burning desire to please and be pleased. Each time that fire roared to life, Rarity did her best to quench the flames.
Tonight, she wouldn’t stop until they had been extinguished.
Her hands landed on Octavia’s shoulders, driving her back down into the bed. She took the dominant role, walking her hips up Octavia’s torso. The cellist whimpered and squirmed as Rarity straddled her, but Rarity could tell she still wanted it. Rarity buried her hands into Octavia’s hair, gripping the raven-black strands in an iron grip. When her hips were poised above Octavia’s face, she pulled. Octavia gasped and set to her task with gusto. Rarity held her there, smothering Octavia with her pussy. The cellist moaned and gasped and drooled and licked as best she could. Whenever she fought to pull away, Rarity would pull on her hair and keep her mouth plastered against the dripping, slippery gash between her thighs.
She lost track of how many times she came. They kind of blended into one long, blissful release. She was constantly dribbling, until the puddle beneath Octavia’s head rivaled the one she had left behind. It was only when her own head began to swim that she let Octavia go. The cellist slumped onto her back, her tongue hanging limp in her open, panting mouth. She was absolutely soaked. Rivulets of Rarity’s release dripped down her cheeks and neck, forming another glistening puddle in the hollow of her throat. Rarity walked back down her body and leaned in, licking the puddle of juice out of her neck before raising her lips to Octavia’s. They kissed wetly, sloppily. The exchange almost aroused her again, but Rarity found a dull ache in her crotch where once a burning fire had been.
In Octavia’s eyes, nothing remained but ash. Rarity had quenched the flames, and left nothing but satisfaction and tenderness in her wake. Together, the two of them rolled onto the fresher side of the bed, wrapped themselves in one another’s arms, and slowly slipped off to sleep.
The morning came with cramps. Not the menstrual kind, thank goodness, but the exhaustion kind. Rarity grimaced as she slowly disentangled herself and limped into the kitchen to drink water from the tap. Her thighs and calves were tight and sore, to say nothing of the dull, throbbing ache in her core. Even her arms hurt. She limped into the bathroom next to take some pain relievers from the small medicine bag they had brought along, and prepared a morning remedy for her wife. Octavia woke with a short, clipped cry of pain. Rarity hobbled into the bedroom to give her painkillers and a glass of water. She took both readily, giving Rarity a sheepish smile.
“Why do we always do this to ourselves?” She asked, slowly flexing her cramping leg.
“Love. Idiocy. An all-consuming need to orgasm time and time again.” Rarity grinned and kissed Octavia’s cheek. The day outside was moderately bright, with a few large fluffy clouds in the sky. It was bound to be a windy, dreary day best spent inside or partaking some other activity. And besides, Rarity was exhausted. She found the PDA charging on the table by the door and ordered them breakfast. Octavia was able to move by the time she finished ordering, so the two of them woodenly stripped the bed and changed into something more presentable than skin. Octavia wore a loose-fitting sun-dress that covered her from shoulders to knee, while Rarity settled on plain white shorts and a tank top. Rather than fuss with her hair, she rinsed it out in the shower, toweled it, and pulled the sodden strands into a tight ponytail. She would deal with the frazzled strands later. Octavia mirrored her, and they emerged from the bathroom just as the carts arrived with breakfast. The morning cook was a quiet, heavyset woman who smiled warmly enough, but preferred to remain silent as she made their food. Rarity was happy for the silence, as it let her and Octavia talk about their plans for the day.
“We could honestly just stay here and relax all day.” Octavia offered. Rarity have a soft ‘hmm’ of thought and tapped her lower lip.
“I’m not particularly in the mood for sitting around here, though… How would you feel about going to catch a movie or something? Maybe have dinner on the town?”
“Ooh, actually, now that you mention it…” Octavia pulled the PDA free from a pocket on her dress and tapped a few icons on the screen. “I know it might not seem like the greatest idea, but we only have two days left. How do you feel about…” She turned the screen around, and Rarity glimpsed the number two thousand. “Doing some gambling?”
“Ooh.” Rarity smiled at the thought. She and Twilight had been regulars to Applejack’s Saturday-night poker games on the farm. In fact, she had a way with the game that had made her a serious competitor. She had even had to claim some funds on her taxes the year before she moved away. Canterlot had no casinos, and she hadn’t had the money to indulge in a trip to Las Pegasus or even Appaloosa’s tribal establishments since moving away from Ponyville. The thought of playing live poker again was enticing. “Yes. Let’s.”
“I’m a sucker for slots.” Octavia admitted with a slight blush. “They had one in Las Pegasus that played classical music. I wonder if they have the same here…”
“Let’s do it, then. The casinos are open twenty-four hours a day, so we can go whenever we want.”
“How about after this?” Octavia looked excited, and Rarity herself had to admit she wanted to scratch the itch as well.
“Sounds like a plan. Ooh! Eggs.” Breakfast was served.
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The casino glittered even in the daytime. ’Jewel of the Sands’ casino was supposedly the best one offered to the denizens of Diamond Beach, and honored the resort’s two-thousand-dollar credit. They were chauffeured to the front drive by none other than Michael, the man whom had met them at the train station upon their arrival, and were immediately swept away. The entire casino was built out of magically-reinforced sandstone, giving it a desert-like appearance. Palm fronds and grottos bubbled and swayed inside, where they broke up the sections of table games, slots, and an impressive bingo floor. There were flashing lights and brightly-dressed people all over, accompanied by the dull roar of conversation, spinning slots, coins clinking together, and money.
Rarity was in awe. Even Octavia was shocked. “This almost beats Las Pegasus.” She muttered quietly. “Almost.”
“Come on.” Rarity took Octavia’s hand and pulled her towards the reception desk. After a brief conversation with an ebony-skinned beauty of a woman, they were directed to the cashier with a voucher in-hand. The chips they were being given were, essentially, free money. They could keep what they won, if anything, and play through the two thousand until it was depleted. Whenever they wanted to leave, they simply had to return the original two thousand in one form or another, save whatever chips they had won. So even if Rarity was down two thousand, whatever she managed to win with said two thousand would remain theirs. Her heart pounded. Aggressive play suited her. Octavia bargained five hundred dollars onto a card that she could scan at the slot machines, leaving Rarity with fifteen hundred dollars’ worth of poker chips. They separated with a kiss and a smile.
Rarity was on a mission.
The poker pit was just that, a pit sunken into the ground and ringed by uniformed guards at the gaps in the rail. Rarity flashed them a separate card she had been given by the cashier and descended among the dozens of tables. She scanned the signs, searching for her preferred table. She found it in the form of a 5/10/500 table. The blinds were five and ten, with a five-hundred dollar raise limit. It was a small game with four other players, her being the fifth. The dealer flipped two cards towards her seat as she sat down with her chips.
“How are you today, miss?” One of the other men at the table, an Appaloosian by the look of his wide-brimmed hat and rawhide choker; smiled at her.
“Just fine, thanks.” Rarity beamed. “Yourself?”
“Down on my luck and gettin’ lower. Ah figure a beaut’ such as yerself could turn it ‘round for me.” He had a devilishly quick smile, as fake as a crocodile’s. Rarity knew that smile well. Applejack wore the same one. The other three were quiet as they peeked at their cards. Rarity winked at the man and lifted the corner of her own two. Pocket jacks? On the first hand? Her face took on a marble cast, and she raised forty dollars. The Appaloosian grumbled and flicked his cards back at the dealer. The other three folded out. She had just bought the blinds. Not a bad way to start. Not a good one, but not bad either.
The second hand was less lucky. She had a queen-seven off-suited, but called the blinds anyways. Herself, the country gentleman, and one other stayed in for the flop. To her surprise, a queen and two kings popped up. Being the first, she raised thirty, and was called by the stranger. The wide-brimmed cowboy cursed as he folded another hand. His chip stack was dwindling. A jack came on the turn. Rarity checked, but the stranger raised another thirty. She stared him down for a long while. There it was. His brow twitched. He had maybe an ace or a ten, hoping for the straight on the draw. He didn’t have anything yet. Rarity raised to one hundred.
Two wins in a row. The stranger folded, and she stacked a small pile of chips. She was up already, and they had barely just begun. A rush descended on her. She felt the excited flush rise to her cheeks, and her hands began to tremble. She had never had a problem with gambling before… Being a small-time Ponyville dressmaker, she had only ever really played the small game with Applejack and company. Here, in a bright casino, with professional dealers and expert players, she was at risk. An exciting, thrilling risk. The next hand was dealt, and she couldn’t suppress a soft smile. Just her luck, seven-two off-suited. She folded.
Not everyone could have perfect luck.
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“Hey love- oh wow.” Octavia shouldered through the small press of people surrounding the table to stand over Rarity. “Doing pretty well for yourself, aren’t you?”
“I’ll say.” Rarity grinned and arched her head back. Octavia gave her a quick kiss. The table was full now, with nine players in attendance. Rarity was very clearly in the lead, though. She hadn’t stopped to count, but if she had to guess, she was six or seven thousand ahead of where she had started. Octavia’s eyes went wide when she saw the extent of the chips stacked in front of Rarity.
“How much is that, Rarity?”
“I honestly don’t know.” She shrugged. “I’ve just been playing…”
“Cheatin’ more like.”
“Oh, shush up, Jeb.” Rarity had learned the name of the quick-witted Appaloosian. He was Jeb, a cattledriver from Appaloosa, and a good friend with Applejack’s cousin, Braeburn. A few other patrons had come and gone at the table. Five-minute friends and lifetime enemies once Rarity had taken their money. Jeb himself had extended his stack, but that was thanks to his pocketbook. Indeed, half of Rarity’s own chip hoard belonged to him at one point or another.
But aside from Octavia and the nine players at the table, there was a small crowd gathered around them, watching the game. Rarity was aggressive and relentless, losing large hands but winning them back with almost cruel efficiency. She had been cursed at and admired in equal measure by her fellow players, and they had raised the limits on the table to accommodate higher-level contenders. They were now playing with fifty and one-hundred dollar blinds, with a two-thousand dollar limit to raise. The crowd watching would comment on each new development as it played out. Rarity was a crowd favorite, and each hand she won was met with small applause.
“How did the slots go?” Rarity asked, smiling at Octavia as another hand was dealt.”
“I was up, then I was down, then I won a small jackpot… I think I broke even, with maybe a few dollars ahead.” She shrugged nonchalantly. One of the casino liaisons noted Octavia, and went to fetch a chair for her. Jeb’s eyes gleamed across the table.
“Y’see? Now she’s got lady luck on her side.”
“She is my lucky charm indeed.” Rarity turned to give Octavia fuller kiss before looking at her cards. Lady luck indeed. Pocket aces. She raised five hundred dollars. Octavia fell into silence as play progressed. Three players aside from Rarity stayed in, including Jeb. The flop came up, boasting a full set of clubs, to match one of her aces. The highest among them was the Jack, with a seven and a five as well. Rarity had four cards of a flush, and the high pair. She raised one thousand dollars. She could almost feel Octavia tense behind her. That was half of what they had been given to gamble with in the first place, and twice as much as Octavia herself had taken to the slots.
“Call.” Her head snapped up. Jeb shoveled his own pile of chips forward with grim-faced determination. It was probably half his stack. Rarity rather liked the older man; he was funny and gracious in defeat, if doggedly so. She didn’t want to take any more of his money than she already had. Still, there were the financial repercussions to consider. She could likely buy a car with the money she had won today. The turn came up, a six of spades. Jeb’s concrete-solid face greeted her when she glanced his way. She stared at the cards for a long while. There were three cards of a straight on the table, and a possible flush in the mix. The six hadn’t hurt her, but it hadn’t helped either. Tenuously, she checked.
Jeb raised. Half of his remaining stack. Six hundred dollars. Rarity fought to keep her mask on. She had a high pair, and a possible winning flush if the last card was a club. The risk was minimal, but the way Jeb was playing was uncharacteristic of his conservative history. A lesser player would have folded. But Rarity wasn’t a lesser player. She called his bet as the river came up.
A seven of clubs. Rarity had the high flush. She took quick stock of Jeb’s remaining chips and put him all-in. With over four thousand dollars at stake, the pot was looking juicy. Jeb stared at her for a few long moments. The tension was so thick she could cut it with a knife. This was where poker players were made or broken. Pots like this, where you had so much at stake, were her lifeblood. In Ponyville, she had been in Jeb’s position more often than she cared to admit. But aggressive playing had paid off for her before. It had to now, right?
Right?
“Call.” Jeb pushed his chips in, smiling at Rarity. “Let’s see what you got, missy.” Rarity tenuously flipped her cards over.
“Flush to ace.” She said meekly. A smattering of applause went through the gathered spectators. She had the five, six, seven, jack and ace of clubs for her flush. Even if Jeb had the king, she had the higher card and would win. No pair beat a flush, save a full house, and there weren’t enough cards on the table. Not unless Jeb had a third six and an extra five, seven, or jack. The odds were in her favor, though. He most certainly didn’t have two sixes, giving him four-of-a-kind, either. The odds were most definitely in her favor.
Jeb was pale. Octavia felt a wave of relief pass over her. His shaky fingers lifted the edge of his cards, and he tipped them over for all to see. He had an eight and a nine.
Of clubs.
“Straight flush wins the hand.” The dealer said to a full-bodied round of applause. Rarity watched, completely dumbstruck, as Jeb began stacking the massive pile of chips.
“Ya win some, ya lose some.” Jeb quipped, deftly spinning a fifty-dollar chip across his knuckles. He rolled it to the dealer, who tucked the tip into the strap of her bra with a flush and a smile. Rarity just shook her head and sat up.
“Rarity, come on.” Octavia whispered in her ear. “You just lost a lot of money. We should go. You still have more.”
“Not today.” Rarity grimaced at Octavia. “I’m going to win it back.”
“Huh boy.” Octavia rolled her eyes and called for the drink waitress.
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“You have got to be the single luckiest person on the face of Equestria.” Octavia mumbled, shaking her head. Rarity beamed and kissed her wife’s cheek. “I mean, seriously, two straights and a full house back-to-back? What are the odds?”
“I get the feeling the dealer was stacking the deck. I had tipped her almost four hundred dollars by then.” Rarity threw her arm over Octavia’s shoulder, swaggering a bit. She had taken a celebratory drink or five at the casino’s bar after her unprecedented win streak. Jeb had evolved as a player after that straight flush. He was aggressive and cocky. It was his downfall. Rarity had switched her own play style between aggressive and passive. Over the course of three dozen more hands, she had bled Jeb dry. The crowd came and went, but mostly grew, until they had to place stanchions around the table and admit new players with special passes. They earned a permanent waitress who ferried them fresh drinks whenever the old ones ran out. That had also helped Rarity. She drank caffeinated soda, while Jeb drank beer. His judgment became worse and worse, and his chip stack smaller and smaller. Rarity was jittery, but focused. She re-took the chip lead and kept it, losing small and winning big. The poor man was finally done, and left the table with a tip of his hat and a solemn vow to meet Rarity at another table somewhere else.
She colored up, cashed in, and left the casino six thousand, four hundred and forty-eight dollars ahead. Jason greeted them on the front drive, and she drunkenly shoveled two hundred-dollar bills into his hand. “Take us home, Jeeves!” She laughed as Octavia poured her into the back seat. The celebratory drinks were turning bitter, and by the time they slipped into the bungalow, were intent on making a return. Octavia deposited her by the toilet. Breakfast had been good the first time around. Not so much the second time. Afterwards, though, Octavia nursed her through a nice, cool shower and even shaved her legs. Despite being green around the gills, Rarity felt pretty good. They ate a hearty dinner of fresh-made stew, while Jason joined them so she could regale him with the tale of her casino exploits. He was somewhat of a card shark himself, and followed the jargon remarkably well. After dinner, Rarity was herself again. Albeit very tired. The day’s soreness was gone, replaced instead by fatigue. She and Octavia bid Jason farewell and retired to bed immediately.
The next day was bright and sunny. Rarity woke, thankfully enough; without a hangover. Octavia emerged from the bathroom as she stirred, a toothbrush in her mouth. “Good morning, miss cardshark.”
“Oh shush.” Rarity yawned. “Yesterday was unprecedented.”
“I’ll say. You must have paid off the dealer. There’s no way you won that much without some help. Tell me, Rarity, did you blow that cute little dealer while I was off playing slots? Hmm?” Octavia straddled the bed and Rarity, still brushing her teeth with a devious grin.
“Oh yes, my love.” Rarity groaned. “I found her in the back and made her take those nice black slacks off so I could pilfer her coffers and secure my winnings with sixteen consecutive orgasms.”
“I knew it.” Octavia teased. She slowly fell to her knees and kissed Rarity. She nearly gagged as toothpaste filled her mouth, followed shortly by Octavia’s toothbrush. “You taste like stew and vomit. Brush up, and maybe I’ll let you kiss me for real.” Rarity glared up at her and would have come back with a scathing remark if she didn’t have to brush first.
After she finished spitting into the sink and rinsing with mouthwash, Octavia met her on the threshold of the bathroom for a real kiss. Rarity felt awake, lucid, and charged up with energy. She wanted to do something active today. Something fun and exciting. When the kiss broke, she grinned and gave Octavia’s rear a firm squeeze. “Do you have anything you want to do today?”
“You know, I want to get outside. Go swimming or something. Ooh, maybe we could get those four-wheelers from Jason again? Maybe go back to the grotto?”
“That’s an idea.” Rarity smiled. An idea for the morning, perhaps. But she had something else in mind for that night. Something that involved clothing, or a lack thereof.
“I’ll give him a call. You should get dressed.” Octavia nipped at her collarbone before slipping away. Rarity shuddered at the feel of Octavia’s lips on her skin and went to go find some suitable workout clothes. She found jean shorts and a tank top. Octavia would have to settle for sweats, though, which was all they had that was clean. She would be sweltering on the hike to the grotto. Then again, the thought of all that sweat gave Rarity a whole new string of ideas.
“Tavi.” She called out. Octavia poked her head in from the kitchen.
“Yes?”
“Take your panties off.”
“Let me call you back, Jason.”
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They were given free reign of the beach alone this time. Jason dropped off two four-wheelers for them, along with a map, in case they wanted to try a different grotto from last time. He guaranteed no one else would be venturing out that way today, so they would be alone, with no one around for at least seven miles. Octavia, blushing already, was wearing nothing but a sports bra, tank top, and sweats. Rarity wore her jean shorts and tank top, of course, but poor Octavia would be without panties. Why she even agreed to the dare, Rarity would never know. Still, she wasn’t about to question it or go back against her word. Carrying a pack filled with food and water, they climbed aboard the beastly four-wheelers, started their engines, and left Jason behind with a spray of sand and a joyful holler.
The day was burning hot. Even with their breakneck sprint down the beach, Rarity was still sweating. How well Octavia would be doing in her sweatpants, she could only guess. They raced the entire way, laughing and weaving through the surf. Rarity had never felt such freedom as when she was on the four-wheeler, with the wind whipping in her hair and the engine thrumming between her legs. Yesterday’s unpleasant upchuck was all but forgotten, replaced instead by exhilaration and desire. She and Octavia were both of like-mind. They wanted to get to the grotto as soon as possible.
“Wait up!” Rarity called to Octavia just as they left the sand for the dirt trail. Octavia slowed to a halt and Rarity pulled up beside her. “I’ll leave mine here. We can take the one down the path, if we ride double.”
“You’re just trying to get my legs around you, aren’t you?” Octavia asked, her lips curled in a devious grin.
“I don’t have to try, darling. You drive.” Rarity flipped the engine of her own quad runner off and mounted the other behind Octavia. She wrapped her wife tight and kissed the sweat-soaked back of her neck. The sprint down the beach had made them both sweaty. The slow crawl through the jungle would have them lathered. Octavia pulled ahead, moving slowly with two riders. They idled along the same path Jason had shown them, and turned onto the jungle path where the three of them had stopped last time. Before, walking shoulder-to-shoulder, they had had just enough room to fit on the jungle path. The four-wheeler fit, if only barely. Octavia had to focus to keep them on the path. Rarity had to focus on keeping her hands to herself.
Ultimately, she failed. They were moving slowly enough that she didn’t need to keep a firm hold on Octavia anyways. Gripping the quad with her thighs, Rarity gingerly lifted the hem of Octavia’s shirt, teasing the soft skin of her stomach beneath. “Hey,” Octavia protested. “Trying to drive here.”
“Try harder.” Rarity teased, dragging the very tips of her fingers over the expanse of sweaty flesh. Inside the jungle, it was sweltering. Rarity could feel sweat running in rivulets down her skin, soaking her jean shorts and tank top almost completely. Octavia wasn’t much better, with Rarity’s chest pressed against her back. Rarity watched as beads of perspiration trickled down her collarbone and neck, either to get lost in the brilliant mane of her hair, or to drip down her cleavage. Rarity’s hands became more and more bold as she began kissing the stray drops of sweat where she could catch them. Octavia’s knuckles were white as she gripped the handlebars of the quadrunner. Rarity caressed each inch, from the underside of Octavia’s bra down to the soaked waistline of her sweatpants.
“Haah…” Octavia panted, almost slowing to a crawl as they took the first left fork. Two more to go. Rarity smiled and leaned further forward, kissing the nape of Octavia’s neck now. The sweat on her lips was reminiscent of arousal, and even the smell seemed similar. She inhaled as deeply as she could, both of her hands peeling the sweatpants away from Octavia’s waist.
She could feel the wave of heat. It washed out of the pants in a rush. The contrast was striking; like standing on a snowy mountaintop and plunging your hand into the depths of the hottest jungle. The sweats were completely soaked through with sweat, and Octavia’s skin was as wet as if she had just stepped out of the shower. Rarity’s fingers slid over her skin with ease, exploring the molten depths of the restrictive pants.
“Rarity,” Octavia panted. “It’s so hot. Please. Can I take them off?”
“Not yet.” Rarity teased, whispering into her wife’s ear. “Keep your hands on the handlebars. Don’t move them.” Rarity’s own hands slid between her burning thighs, just barely teasing the edge of her slick core.
“Aah. Please.” Octavia whimpered. The throttle on the quadrunner wavered for a moment, and the front right tire nearly slipped off of the packed-dirt path. Rarity grinned and pulled away. She caressed Octavia’s wide thighs, further spreading the sweat around. It was so hot in her pants, Rarity could hardly believe it. This had been a very good idea. Grinning deviously, she continued to massage and caress Octavia’s thighs, even as they reached the second left fork.
They weren’t very far now. Rarity couldn’t wait any longer. With a grin, she slid one hand up the inside of Octavia’s thigh, pursed two fingers, and slid in. “HUUH!” Octavia gasped, her hand twitching on the throttle. They jumped forward, kicking up a gout of dirt behind them. Rarity gave a short, clipped cry and clamped tight to Octavia, which only served to drive her fingers deeper. Octavia grunted in a very un-ladylike manner and jammed the brakes. They lurched to a halt, which again caused Rarity to lean forwards, her breasts flattened against Octavia’s back.
“Why… Haah… Would you do that?!” Octavia panted, her entire body hunched over. Rarity couldn’t help but grin as she wiggled the fingers inside Octavia.
“Because it’s fun.”
“Rares, stop. Please.” Octavia whimpered, squirming on the seat now. “I’m… Really close.”
“Keep driving.” Rarity groaned, her fingers growing still. “I’m not going to make you cum unless we’re moving.” Her tone was low, full of lust and danger. Octavia knew Rarity couldn’t be reasoned with at times like this, so she just groaned and turned the throttle. They inched forwards, and Rarity continued toying with her wife. Only when Octavia opened her mouth in a breathless grunt of release did Rarity pull out. Her fingers were dripping with release and sweat. Octavia’s mouth made for the perfect receptacle. She gave another soft moan as she licked Rarity’s digits clean of the salty, musky liquid. They reached the third fork, the last before the grotto. Rarity settled her hands on Octavia’s sides, but kept kissing the back of her neck as they idled along the trail. Octavia was breathing heavily with her mouth open, clearly riled up and ready for more.
They finally arrived at the coarse sand beach. Rarity almost leaped off of the quadrunner. She and Octavia had like intentions. Almost too eagerly, they stripped clothes off, leaving the sodden garments on the sandy beach. Octavia beat her to the punch, not having to worry about wet denim or panties. Rarity wasn’t too far behind, flinging her sports bra back at the quad as she sprinted after Octavia.
The cellist thundered through the shallows and leapt far out into the crystal-clear water. Rarity dove in maybe five seconds later, both of them stroking hard for the flat rock underneath the fall that fed the pool. A dull heat, different from the jungle’s oppressiveness, began to build in Rarity’s core. She could feel it pulsating, from her crotch to her brain. She stroked harder, willing herself to catch up to Octavia.
They met atop the rock. In a tangle of limbs, breath, lips, and groans, they collapsed on the smooth rock with water thundering down upon them. Rarity was filled with a dire need. Satisfaction, pleasure, and the exchange of passion. Octavia gripped her shoulders, pulling her tight. After the muggy ride through the jungle, the misty water was a cool relief. But the cool sensation was the furthest from her mind. Rarity was focused solely on Octavia, and the vast expanse of delicious, warm flesh beneath her. More than that, though, was Octavia’s heart. Beneath all the flesh, the raven-black hair, her amber eyes and her skilled fingers; beneath the exterior lay something else entirely.
Her wife.
Rarity pulled away, looking down at Octavia’s eyes, and she spoke the three words that had come to mean more to her than any others in her life.
“I love you.”
Octavia answered her with a kiss. And another. And another after that. The kisses began to melt into one another, until they all became one long, passionate exchange. Rarity didn’t know when it happened, but at some point Octavia’s fingers slid between her legs, probing her heated, desperate core. A shuddering orgasm gripped her senses, making her gasp and quiver. The water fell down all around them, and all-inclusive shower. Rarity could seldom get a breath without the water streaming from her face, covering her entire body. It was not unlike making love in the shower, just with more water and much more intense sensations. Octavia moaned and suckled on her neck until the gripping waves of pleasure receded. It was Rarity’s turn then.
Octavia spread her legs open, allowing Rarity to kiss down the front of her body. The rock was wide enough to admit them both, and the sound of the water falling on the smooth surface drowned out anything else. Octavia’s flesh tasted of sweat and brackish water, making Rarity moan with anticipation. She descended further and further, opening her mouth to nip and suck at whatever bits of Octavia’s breasts and stomach she could. It didn’t take her long to finish her downward journey, though. She was too eager to get to the best part. With an open-mouthed groan of desire, she dove in.
Octavia’s moan carried over the sounds of the waterfall.Rarity could taste the arousal and water on her wife’s delicious vagina, further spurring her movements. She licked, sucked, and probed with every bit of experience she had. Her tongue would lash out to assault Octavia’s clitoris, sending the cellist into a fit of loud cries and twitches. After driving her to the edge, Rarity would plunge her tongue deep inside Octavia, spreading her delightfully pink lips wide and probing the soft, twitching depths between. That was when Octavia would cry out the loudest, her hands buried in Rarity’s purple hair firmly. The desperate grip would only drive Rarity on, making her lick and moan harder.
She lost track of time. Only when Rarity’s knees began to hurt from the solid rock did she finally pull away, her sodden hair clinging to her neck and shoulders as she hovered over a panting, soaked, grinning Octavia. They kissed again, tangling arms and legs together as fully as possible. Rarity almost squealed when Octavia turned them over. They plunged into the frothing waters together, wrapped tight. The white-noise sound of the waterfall became Rarity’s world. That, and the amazing woman wrapped in her arms. The pool was close to twenty feet deep here, and with their legs tangled tight, they slowly sunk through the cool, clear water.
It was heaven. Rarity was floating in the water with her arms and legs wrapped around her wife, kissing one another for what felt like an eternity. They were alone here, suspended, peaceful, and naked as the day they had been born.
It might have been a minute or a year before they surfaced again. Panting, flushed, and grinning stupidly, both women tread water opposite one another, simply happy to be together.
“Again?” Octavia asked breathlessly.
“Again.” Rarity stroked forward, wrapped her wife in her arms, and took the plunge once more.
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It was well past noon by the time they decided to leave. After sunbathing to dry off, they slipped into sweat-stained clothes and mounted the quadrunner to leave their private little grotto. Rarity took one last look over her shoulder at the tranquil pool, the gentle waterfall they had made love under, and the coarse sand beach they laid on for so long. As the stifling jungle enveloped them, she lost sight of it. In the back of her mind, Rarity made a promise to herself. She would return here with Octavia one day. Rain, shine, or bankruptcy, they would come back to this place.
They drove a little slower down the beach on their way back, enjoying the endless sea stretching out to their left. At one point, they stopped and ate a short lunch of sandwiches and water. After that, though, they arrived at the bungalow in short order. Rarity had tried her hardest to not be tired for her plans that night, but as the bungalow’s door closed behind her, she felt the cool sheets calling her name. She was loathe to sleep, but a nap was most definitely in order. She stripped out of her sweaty clothes and took a quick, cool shower before stretching out beside Octavia. They napped for about three hours, and the sun was setting on the waves when she finally awoke. It seemed Octavia had already risen, though, by the sounds coming from the kitchen. Rarity shrugged into a bathrobe and peeked her head in on her wife.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Octavia teased, smiling at Rarity. Much to her surprise, Octavia was still nude, standing in front of the oven with a spatula in-hand. One of the roll-up walls was opened to the sea, and the soft sound of the waves breaking on the shore was the soundtrack to their evening. Rarity felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she entered the kitchen proper, ogling Octavia’s bare body. Even in the post-nap grogginess, she felt her own desire build to a head. Her plans came back to mind, and the blush intensified. Her embarrassment forgotten, Rarity shrugged out of her robe and slipped up behind Octavia. The cellist’s bare skin was like butter beneath her fingers, smooth and creamy. Octavia leaned back into Rarity’s arms, turning her head for a soft, passionate kiss.
“I have a present for you. More myself, but you’re going to be the one wearing it.” Rarity whispered, still holding Octavia from behind. Octavia grinned deviously at her.
“It’s in that garment bag you brought along, isn’t it? I wondered why there was a lock on it.”
“I’ve been saving it.” Rarity admitted, her hands laying flat on Octavia’s stomach. “Would you indulge me?”
“Gladly. But not until I eat something and get cleaned up.” Octavia kissed her again, this time taking a moment to poke her tongue into Rarity’s mouth playfully. “Can you wait until dinner’s over?”
“Maybe.” Rarity moaned, kissing Octavia’s collarbone. Truth be told, she could wait for a century if it meant she got to see Octavia in that outfit. Octavia smiled and nudged Rarity’s hips.
“Dinner will be ready soon. Why don’t you make us some drinks? I ordered an alcohol pack yesterday. See what they brought us.” Octavia’s voice betrayed her excitement. As much as Rarity enjoyed making dresses and having Octavia wear them, Octavia enjoyed her ‘reward’ for being Rarity’s personal mannequin. As Rarity went to browse their selection of alcohol, she reflected on the piece she had made for tonight.
Rarity’s prime fetish didn’t come from orgasms or suggestively-designed clothes, or even erotic and unusual poses. Prior to tonight, she and Octavia had indulged in some of her other favorite bedroom pastimes, but they hadn’t quite reached the key one just yet. For Rarity, it wasn’t about giving and receiving pleasure. It wasn’t about kisses or vaginas or feminine ejaculate. It wasn’t about breasts and flat stomachs and large rears.
Rarity’s utmost sexual desire was in clothing. Specifically, putting them on and taking them off. From the first time she saw someone even remotely appealing, Rarity’s mind began clothing them immediately. Her vision came to life in the measurements she could determine at a glance, usually in the form of ballroom dresses and high-class apparel. Though with Octavia, it manifested in revealing and scanty clothing that accentuated and defined Octavia’s brilliant hips and thighs. Designing anything for the cellist was a challenge, but one that Rarity took to willingly. From simple and utilitarian pair of jeans to complex masterpieces of lace and silk, Rarity had designed and manufactured every stitch of Octavia’s wardrobe. She particularly enjoyed dressing and undressing her wife in all the different outfits she had made, but this one…
This one was something special. It had taken her a total of forty-three hours to assemble the piece, and she had done so out-of-pocket, in the privacy of their home while Octavia practiced or was busy recording at the studio. Rarity had a flair for integrating precious gemstones into her tailoring, but this time around she had gone without. Instead, every single stitch of lace, every last hem, the tiniest detail in the smallest fold of fabric; it had all been done by Rarity’s hand. No one knew the intimate details of this dress, or of Octavia; half as well as Rarity did.
Dinner was quiet. Rarity was too anxious to even fully enjoy it, despite how delicious it had been. She did drink her fair share, though. Alcohol may dull some senses, but others it enhanced; one of them being the sense of touch. When Rarity was warmed by a few stiff drinks, she tended to get awfully feely, and that resulted in more than a few drunken lovemaking sessions between her and Octavia. Still, she hadn’t incapacitated herself with alcohol, but when she stood from the dinner table, her head was fuzzy and the room tilted dangerously.
“Come on,” Rarity panted, unable to hold back any more. “Let’s get ready.”
“Ready?” Octavia asked, glancing herself over. They had dined nude with the roll-up wall giving them a miraculous view of the setting sun. “Isn’t this okay?”
“Oh darling.” Rarity’s grin was positively dangerous. “I want everything to be perfect.”
Octavia took her hand and followed Rarity into the bathroom. The hot water helped clear Rarity’s head quite a bit, allowing her to focus on the task at-hand. Clothing someone in one of her masterpieces was not unlike preparing a canvas for the brush of a talented painter. It took preparation, a proper mindset, and most importantly, the right tools. Wielding razor, shaving cream, shampoo, conditioner, lotion, and lubrication, Rarity began.
First thing, she shaved all of Octavia’s nether-parts as thoroughly as possible. Even her armpits. Octavia giggled at the sensation, but allowed herself to be lorded attention over nevertheless. Whenever Rarity did anything like this (as she had only twice before) she basically turned Octavia into her own little dress-up doll. Octavia didn’t do much for herself, except maybe scrub her hair. Her job was to sit there and let Rarity have her way both with her body and her clothes. She enjoyed it, thankfully enough, and Rarity always made sure the night ended with both of them tied orgasm-for-orgasm.
After the shaving came the cleaning. Rarity got one of the washcloths positively frothy with a combination of soap and body-wash before crouching on the cool tile floor of the shower. Starting with Octavia’s feet, even the spaces between her toes, Rarity began to vigorously scrub her clean. Back in Canterlot, doing so would leave Octavia’s skin a delightful shade of pink, and as soft as a baby’s bottom. Now, after six days in the sun, Octavia’s flesh was a honey-colored haven. Over her ankles, past her calves, up her thighs and even over her crotch, Rarity lorded attention over each inch of her skin. She worked almost methodically. Meticulously. She didn’t even really pause when she gingerly slid two fingers into her wife’s anus, making sure she was clean back there as well.
Octavia had a penchant for anal, one that Rarity hadn’t quite acquired yet. The offer still stood for Octavia to pop that proverbial cherry, and Rarity had every intention of taking her up on the offer. But not tonight. Tonight, Octavia would be the only one receiving any anal stimulation. She gasped softly as Rarity tenderly cleaned her rosebud inside and out before using a gentle telekinetic field to rinse her posterior out. Rarity paid just about the same amount of attention to every other part of Octavia’s body as she had her vagina and ass, though. To Rarity, each inch of flesh was important as the last. At least, until the clothes went on.
Then it’d be a whole new ball game.
When Octavia had been shaved free of every hair that didn’t grow out of her head, and those hairs had been thoroughly shampooed and conditioned, Rarity cranked the water off. She wasn’t quite done, but Rarity didn’t want any water interfering with this next part. Wielding a bottle of lotion and skilled hands, Rarity began treating Octavia’s skin. The scent of coconut and arousal filled the air as Rarity started, once more, at Octavia’s feet. The white cream spread thick, but by the time Rarity moved on to the next bit of skin, she left nothing but sun-kissed beauty behind. It took everything she had to not take advantage of Octavia then and there, and she managed to resist by a hair. Lathering Octavia’s full, womanly thighs and butt cheeks with lotion was debilitating. Rarity was dripping by the time she was done and moved on to Octavia’s stomach.
Rarity had to admit, Octavia was something of an oddity in the fashion world. While her figure was womanly, it was disproportionate to almost grotesque proportions. Other dressmakers and tailors that had worked for Octavia in the past had struggled with the difference between her torso and her waist. Some of them had been terminated because of wardrobe malfunctions. Others still refused to work with such disproportionate measurements. Not Rarity. Rarity rose to the challenge readily, breaking many traditional patterns and forgoing or even inventing techniques other dressmakers clung to desperately.
Octavia’s torso was moderate. She had a C-cup bust with perky but soft breasts, quarter-sized, brown nipples, and a slender ribcage. Above her waist, Octavia was a size four. Below the swell of her hips, though, she was easily a size eight or higher. Rarity loved every wide curve, though. She knew them so intimately by now that the astounding measurements came to mind, even as she massaged lotion into Octavia's arms, working down to her hands and back up again.
Octavia wore a blissful smile as Rarity dismissed her to go air dry and style her hair. Rarity took a while to let her passions cool, and to prepare herself for what lay ahead. The water of the shower turned cold enough to raise goose bumps along her arms, and she meticulously shaved her lower half clean on her own. When she stepped out of the shower, she dried off with the assistance of some simple magic and an overly-fluffy towel. Octavia was standing beside the bed, completely nude, holding the garment bag. Rarity took a breath to steady herself.
This was going to be a long night.
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Rarity didn’t need to say a word to Octavia. Her wife knew how these things went. She wouldn’t say anything, at least nothing coherent. There would be plenty of moans and maybe a scream or two to be had before the night was out. The sultry cellist was all smiles, though. She appeared to be almost as excited for this as Rarity was. Which was a feat, to be sure. Rarity had been looking forward to this moment since they had boarded the train at Canterlot. She had been saving this ensemble for one special occasion. If this wasn’t special, she didn’t know what was.
The garment bag held Rarity’s greatest masterpiece yet. With a careful and measured touch, she lifted it from Octavia’s arms and laid it out on the bed. To keep her wife from snooping, she had locked it with magic. As soon as the spell was undone, the zipper of the bag opened of its own accord. Rarity felt her breath catch in her throat as she saw the first glimpse of satin and silk. With careful, measured touches, Rarity began to remove the outfit piece by piece.
“Oh Rarity.” Octavia breathed. “That’s…”
“Shh.” Rarity lifted a finger, cutting Octavia off. “No more words.” She returned to her feet, holding the first piece of the outfit in her hands. Octavia closed her lips, a faint blush already working its way to her cheeks. Gingerly, Rarity wound the necklace around her wife’s neck. The first piece of the outfit, the necklace was little more than decoration. But it accentuated the rest, and was an independent piece. Rarity wanted to get it out of the way early. The thin golden chain supported a teardrop pendant of glinting, polished amber. The pendant rested against Octavia’s sternum, just one inch above her cleavage. Rarity ran her fingertips over the cool stone, smiling faintly. Octavia remained silent. They had only just begun.
Rarity knelt again. This time, she didn’t rise again, but guided Octavia’s feet through the slender strings of her underwear. Rarity was rather thankful for the lotion she had applied, else pulling the panties up Octavia’s thighs would have been much more difficult. Instead, the skimpy fabric glided over Octavia’s warm flesh, snugging tight around her hips, fitting perfectly in all of the places Rarity knew it would. From the front, these panties appeared to be normal. But Rarity knew otherwise. A sheer triangle of silk framed Octavia’s pubis, but when it pressed into the flesh, Rarity could still see the bronzed tone of skin through the thin cover. If she had any hair, Rarity would have been able to count each individual strand without even having to remove Octavia’s smallclothes. Unable to resist, Rarity gave Octavia’s soft mound a tender kiss through the panties. That elicited a tender gasp. The first of many.
Further down towards her crotch, however, the panties changed from the typical fare. Rather than cover Octavia’s womanhood with one layer of fabric, the black, silk affair split and cupped the joint of her thighs, opening wide enough that Rarity could see both Octavia’s tender, pink, glistening lips between the slender black lines. Past Octavia’s puckered rosebud, the panties threaded up her backside, re-joining the waistline at two separate t-intersections, each of those framed by sheer, see-through lace woven in an intricate pattern. Rarity turned her wife around, running her hands over Octavia’s pert butt cheeks. The fabric laid so flat against her skin, Rarity couldn’t even pick the hem out with the ball of her thumb. But the joint was so smooth, her skin didn’t bulge or spill around the edge either.
Rarity finished with a tender kiss to the soft meat of Octavia’s left ass cheek. She got another gasp, and even a soft groan for that. Next, though, came the garter belt. Rarity wound the elastic belt around Octavia’s hips, securing the belt and four straps in place with a bit of magic. The garter belt wouldn’t come off unless Rarity dispelled the enchantment holding it in place, or it was cut or broken. Four individual straps hung down Octavia’s legs to mid-thigh, and it was their charge she pulled out next.
“Are those-“
“Satin.” Rarity affirmed, holding up both hose for Octavia to see. “Now shush. I’m not nearly done yet.” With a firm touch, she lifted Octavia’s left leg, pulling the first few inches over her foot. This was perhaps the part Rarity enjoyed the most. Pulling hose up Octavia’s legs was an experience in and of itself. Her hand would glide over Octavia’s calf and thigh slowly, even as she pulled the black fabric upwards. Octavia whimpered, and Rarity could just barely smell her arousal. Higher up her legs, Rarity felt a single drop of moisture. Octavia was already dripping.
Good.
The hose were secured with the same spell Rarity used on her garter belt. This eliminated clasps of plastic or metal, which could scratch or even leave marks on the skin. Instead, this method kept them secured nice and firmly, and didn’t leave the wearer feeling uncomfortable. Not to mention, the soft tingle of magic made Octavia squirm and drip even more. This time, Rarity couldn’t resist the urge. She leaned forward and flicked the small drop of liquid off of Octavia’s inner thigh with the tip of her tongue. She left a small, shining mark, which she cooled with a soft puff of breath. Octavia was whimpering now, her hands curled into fists. She had to be trying so hard to not masturbate. The stress had to have been incredible. Rarity grinned and reached for the second satin leg-sleeve.
Once both were secure, Rarity stood and walked a slow circle around Octavia. The cellist looked positively delicious, with her full legs clad in black fabric, her pert ass cheeks cleft by dark silk, and her pubis looking oh so soft and kissable through the front of the skimpy panties. Her chest rose and fell with deep, measured breaths. Rarity smiled and ran the very tips of her fingertips along the back of Octavia’s shoulder blades. The poor woman let out a soft pant, her entire body giving a delightful shudder before growing still.
“Rarity-“
“Shh.” Rarity pressed against Octavia’s back suddenly, one finger rising to press to her lips. “We’re not even close to done yet.” The one hand not keeping Octavia quiet began to glow. From its place on the bed, Rarity lifted the next piece, and also the most intricate. She couldn’t quite see, but she didn’t need to. Octavia’s eyes went wide as Rarity hovered the corset forwards.
“Aah…” She gave a soft moan, but otherwise remained quiet. Rarity pulled her finger away from her lover’s lips, using both hands for this. Octavia lifted her arms, and Rarity pulled the sculpted piece tight against her heaving chest. “Hnn- oh.” Octavia’s stomach twitched. Rarity smiled and pulled the back closed. The long strings hung down to the floor, brushing against the smooth satin hose now and then. First things first, Rarity needed to keep Octavia’s girls reigned in. Holding the corset in-place with magic, she used both hands to tuck the soft mounds of her lover’s breasts into the perfectly-fitting cups of the built-in bra. She took a moment to give her a tender, passionate squeeze, making sure her nipples were nice and hard.
Rarity could have cut diamonds with them. Octavia was already a dripping mess, and it appeared as if the clothes had had an even more profound effect on her. Once her breasts were carefully tucked into the cups of the corset, Rarity removed her hands and began cinching the long strings up the back. Each new tug drew a new gasp from Octavia. She had never worn a corset before meeting Rarity, so this would be a new experience for her. Personally, Rarity rather enjoyed them. Done properly, they made her feel tight, sexy, and sleek. She had quite a bit of experience designing and manufacturing corsets, so she knew Octavia would enjoy this one.
Criss-crossing stitches wound their way up Octavia’s sides and across her lower back, while the front of the corset was a solid piece of tooled leather. Dyed white and sculpted to fit Octavia to a tee, it hugged her as tightly and as intimately as anything. Rarity had tested this piece extensively, to ensure Octavia wouldn’t be too uncomfortable wearing it. She wouldn’t be running a marathon, that much was for certain, but at least she could move without feeling as if she were moments away from breaking a rib. By the time Rarity was done, Octavia was blushing furiously.
“How do you like it?” Rarity whispered her breathy question directly into Octavia’s ear.
“It’s… close. It makes me feel tight, like a whip.” A giddy grin passed over Octavia’s features. “I like it.”
“Hmm.” Rarity finished lacing the back of the corset. The long strands leftover were tied into a bow and left to dangle, reaching almost to the top of Octavia’s rear. There was one more piece left, but it was small and relatively insignificant. Rarity pulled long satin sleeves up Octavia’s arms, joining them together with one magically-secure clasp in the middle of her shoulder-blades, and another just above her cleavage. The necklace was pinned beneath the slender strip of fabric, so should Octavia lean forward, it wouldn’t swing freely. The sleeves extended down to Octavia’s hands, where a single ring held them tight across the skin of her arms. When slipped over her middle finger, it drew the whole piece to a close.
Rarity stepped back. Octavia was dressed in her masterpiece, blushing like a maid on her wedding day, and looking so alluring it took every ounce of Rarity’s strength to not ravage her then and there. The white leather of the corset’s front was a perfect complement to the rest of the black satin, silk, and nylon. Both her legs and her arms were clad in smooth satin, and Rarity knew that hugging her, or running a hand over that smooth fabric, would be so addictive one was likely to never stop. This was Rarity’s fetish. This was her ultimate desire. Clothing. Revealing, scanty, tasteful, intimately crafted clothes. She could see each and every last curve of Octavia’s entire body accentuated by the outfit. From the gentle knobs of her ankles, up her smooth calves, her massive thighs and prodigious rear, over her sleek sides and flat stomach, up and over her beautiful breasts, past the hollow of her throat, and across her face into the cellist’s amber, lust-filled eyes. Octavia wanted Rarity, in a way that not even they could put words to. And Rarity wanted her just the same.
Still nude from the shower, Rarity didn’t have to worry about removing her clothes. When she beckoned Octavia towards the bed, all she had to do was stretch out on her back and open her legs. Octavia gave a thin whimper at the sight of her wife, spread wide open. Rarity didn’t have to look down her body to see, her core was glistening wet and already throbbing with desire. Her thighs were likely lathered with arousal by now. She was so hot it felt as if she could melt. Octavia slowly lowered herself to her hands and knees at the edge of the bed and began walking towards Rarity. The satin made a swishing sound over the sheets, further eliciting beads of juice from Rarity’s soaked cunt.
This was what she had been waiting for. When Octavia finally reached her, Rarity could feel the hot, panting pulsations of the cellist’s eager breath wafting over her thighs. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, and a shudder passed through her abdomen. Rarity wanted release. She wanted comfort. She wanted orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Nothing would sate her desire right then. Nothing would satisfy her.
Nothing but Octavia.
“Haah-omph.” She wasted no time diving in. Rarity’s back arched, and she let out a shameless, long-winded scream of desire. Octavia’s skilled tongue had speared her, delving between her pink lips straightaway. The shock of it was so sudden, Rarity thought for a moment she had died and gone to the afterlife. Instead, a shuddering wave of hot arousal burst forth, accompanied by a muscle coordination-robbing orgasm. Dressing Octavia in the outfit had taken close to ten minutes. That was ten minutes for Rarity to get hot and bothered. Ten minutes of torturous waiting, her hands and eyes treated with the most wonderful expanses of soft, bronze skin she had ever had the pleasure of touching.
She had even had a taste of Octavia’s womanhood. That, more than anything else, had wound Rarity up like a top. The musky taste still lingered on her tongue, which was dancing in the air as she came long and hard against Octavia’s mouth. The tongue didn’t stop, though. It writhed inside of her, attacking each sensitive spot with relentless, skilled efficiency. Octavia would plunge her tongue deep enough to tease Rarity’s g-spot before pulling out and lashing her clitoris for what felt like an eternity. Then she would plant her entire mouth against Rarity’s dripping slit and lick the whole thing over and over and over until drool and cum dripped from her chin and into the sheets. Then she would go back to her clitoris, her g-spot, licking, g-spot, clitoris, again and again without end.
Rarity was lost in a sea of orgasmic bliss. The releases came one after the other, countless, breathless, each one punctuated by an ear-piercing scream or a vicious jerk of her muscles. Somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind, Rarity was glad she had nothing in her system at that moment. She could hardly control her breathing, let alone her bladder. Octavia had nothing to fear as she continued her oral assault.
It ended much too quickly for Rarity’s tastes. Octavia rose to her hands and knees, her chin glistening and dripping long, shining strands of saliva all over Rarity’s stomach. She could have kept going for a year and Rarity still wouldn’t have had enough. Dressed the way she was, with as voracious an appetite as Rarity had, there was no end to her desire. Octavia was panting, her hair a veritable mess after being buried between Rarity’s thighs the way she was. Rarity didn’t care. It wasn’t her hair that was important.
“Kiss me.” Rarity moaned. A hand wound around the back of Octavia’s head, pulling her up. ”Kiss me and don’t you dare fucking stop.”
The leather corset impacted her chest, driving the breath from her lungs. Octavia’s satin-shrouded arms and legs wrapped around her, tangling their limbs together until Rarity couldn’t tell who was wearing the hose and who wasn’t. Their tongues wrestled feverishly, trading back and forth between hot, chest-heaving breaths. Rarity panted and moaned as often as she could, and the open-mouthed exchange resulted in more drool than it did legitimate kisses. She didn’t care. The slippery feel of Octavia’s tongue and the taste of her own cum drove her over the edge. Rarity felt maddened by her lust. She would do anything to fulfill her desires.
“Lay back.” Rarity groaned, pushing Octavia over. It was time she kissed somewhere else on the cellist’s body. Octavia went willingly, sprawling onto her back so Rarity could look down at the masterpiece beneath her. The leather of the corset was creaking with each heavy breath Octavia took, and her breasts threatened to spill out over the top. The womanly lumps of flesh further ignited Rarity’s desire, making the debilitating waves of arousal even worse. Further down her body, Rarity found the source of her attention. But not just yet. Rarity would work her way up to that. She started instead at Octavia’s feet.
The cellist didn’t -quite- have a foot fetish, but it was about as close as anyone could be. Rarity pulled both Octavia’s satin-shrouded feet up to her chest, her fingers working small circles on the balls of her heels. Octavia closed her eyes with yet another panting breath and a small moan. She knew what came next, almost as well as Rarity herself.
“You look divine.” Rarity muttered, her lips hovering a mere inch from Octavia’s ankle.
“All… Thanks to you.”
“Shh.” Rarity slid a hand up Octavia’s leg. The satin was intoxicating to touch. Rarity couldn’t possibly palm enough of it to be satisfied. She stroked Octavia’s calf with both feet now, her lips brushing the top of Octavia’s feet. “Don’t make me gag you, Octavia. I won’t hesitate to stuff that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Y-yes, mistress.”
Mistress.
Rarity froze. That was the first time she had ever heard Octavia mutter that word.
Mistress.
It sent a tingle up her spine.
Mistress.
She was dripping on the sheets.
“What did you just say?” Rarity asked, her breath husky and rushed. Octavia looked down the length of her own body, where Rarity sat with both her feet in her grip, her purple eyes wide with shock. She knew what she had said, and she knew the impact it had had on Rarity. She arched her foot, gingerly pressing the balls of her toes against Rarity’s breasts.
”Mistress.”
“Say it again.”
”Mistress.” Octavia panted. Rarity kissed her foot. ”Mistress!” Her lips left a shining mark on the satin around Octavia’s ankle. ”Mistress!”
“Louder.” Rarity growled, her lips already halfway to the next kiss.
”Mistress!” Octavia’s hips were writhing on the sheets. ”Mistress!”
“Louder!” Rarity was up to Octavia’s thighs. She could smell her wife’s arousal from here. The glistening pink lips situated between the cleft of her panties were flush with arousal, dripping clear liquid. Octavia inhaled, just as Rarity dove in.
”MISTRESS! -AAHNG!”
It wasn’t every day Octavia squirted. Rarity gulped down every drop of the delightfully vile liquid, her tongue lashing Octavia like a whip. She licked the slick pink lips over and over, tasting the twitching muscles between her walls, sucking on her engorged clitoris. Rarity’s face was soaked. Juice ran freely down her chin, spattering onto the sheets in lewd, dark stains. Octavia’s cunt was a fountain of feminine cum, and Rarity was a parched woman. She drank each consecutive orgasm up, as much as she could manage between gasping breaths and hot licks.
The panties were ruined. The sheer fabric had soaked through, making it all but invisible. But Rarity loved the slick texture of sheer silk against her lips. It seemed like half of her licks she made only for the sensation of burying her nose against Octavia’s pubis, inhaling the pungent scent of her arousal. Octavia’s vocal chords had to have been raw. She had screamed with each new orgasm, and each scream had made her stomach collapse so drastically Rarity feared she might just fold in on herself. The hose on Octavia’s legs were more than ruined. Satin was useless when soaked through, and Octavia certainly had enough to soak perhaps the entire outfit, corset and all.
But the best moment came halfway through. Rarity’s lungs burned with the need for a proper breath. She had planned on pulling away to breathe, to kiss her wife, to let her recuperate from such an ordeal. But Octavia had other plans. The second Rarity pulled her head up, two skilled, powerful hands shot into her hair. Rarity nearly screamed. It felt almost like Octavia was ripping her hair out, two large fistfuls of silken-smooth purple hair. Instead, though, Octavia pulled her back down. Rarity’s face was stuffed into the cellist’s crotch. Her mouth was filled with her spurting, twitching womanhood.
”Don’t stop, mistress!” Octavia pleaded.
Who was Rarity to deny her charge?
With renewed fervor, Rarity resumed licking. Octavia was reduced to a pump, methodically cranking out liquid with each new orgasm. Rarity stopped trying to swallow it all. She let it course down her chin and chest freely, lathering her breasts and making a small, soaked puddle in the sheets. Only when her vision began to swim before her eyes did Rarity manage to wrench herself away.
Both of them were flat on their backs, laying spread-eagle at the oddest angles to one another. Their breathing was almost synchronized. Rarity was in disbelief. Had that just happened? What had she done? The outfit had cost almost seven hundred dollars, and that was just for the materials alone. The time spent, if Rarity were charging herself, would have cost well into five digits. She had just ruined a ten-thousand dollar outfit.
But she had not a single shred of regret.
“Are we… Haah… Done?” Octavia panted. Rarity couldn’t tell if she was exhausted, or eager.
“What… Do you think?” Rarity rolled her head to the side, grinning up at Octavia.
Rarity woke to a buzzing noise. It started low, almost imperceptible. But soon enough, Rarity couldn’t ignore it. With a low groan, she flopped her hand through the damp sheets, searching for the source. At last, she found the damned thing. Her eyes snapped open.
“A vibrator?” She moaned, picking up the egg-shaped device. A slender wire stretched out of the back end, and Rarity pulled on it until the console was within reach. She flicked the power switch off and tossed the damned thing off of her bed. Beside her, Octavia stirred with a soft moan.
“Not again. I had three in me last night.”
“No, it was buzzing… Did we sleep with a vibrator on?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know…” Octavia whimpered. “I think I passed out after you made me deepthroat the strapon…”
“I don’t even remember that.” Rarity flopped onto her back, intent on catching another few hours’ sleep. But something felt amiss on her midsection. She cast a bleary gaze down the length of her body, and was greeted with a pink, shining phallus. “I fell asleep with the strapon on.” Rarity groaned. Lifting her hips, she managed to pull the damned thing off, using a weak-muscled kick to send it bouncing lewdly across the tile floor around their bed. How wild had they gotten last night? Rarity remembered taking Octavia’s outfit off, which had helped re-kindle the fire of her desire. Removing clothes was just about as arousing to Rarity as putting them on. After that, they had retrieved what Octavia endearingly referred to as the ‘fun bag,’ a small assortment of vibrators, dildos, a single strapon, and various other toys. She even had a set of anal beads in there, which Rarity was almost positive had seen some use just a few hours ago.
After that, things were a blur. There were orgasms, sweaty humping, scissoring, tongue-play, fingering, fucking, and all-around debauched, depraved fun. Rarity wished she remembered last night more clearly. Looking around at the ruins of their bed, she had most certainly missed out on some fun stuff.
“Octavia,” Rarity muttered. “Mind telling me why the anal beads are draped across the lamp?”
“I threw them there.” Octavia curled up with a groan. “After we made out with them in our mouths.”
“Oh.” Rarity laid back down, looking up at the ceiling. “Octavia?”
Alas, the time came to say goodbye to Diamond Sands Luxury Resort. Their seven days were at an end, with the last night having been spent engaged in the most filthy, wonderful sex Rarity had had the pleasure of sharing with her wife. She still wasn’t entirely sure what had possessed both of them to go so wild, but the whole night was still incredible. She and Octavia were in agreement on that much. Their train left the station at four, and they would be back in Canterlot by tomorrow. They had one last morning to enjoy themselves, but the exertion of last night’s romp saw both women curled up in bed, nursing cramps and sores. Rarity had barely managed to shower and pack on time. Almost all of their clothes were dirty, so she and Octavia both settled on the last two pairs of sweatpants they owned, while Rarity wore a light green blouse and Octavia settled for a t-shirt. Stuffing their dirty laundry into suitcases, cleaning up the ‘fun bag,’ stripping the bed, packing their last resort lunch, and making sure everything was in order took up the rest of the day.
Much to their surprise, it was Phillip himself who came to bid them farewell. He pulled up to the bungalow in his big truck, dressed in khaki cargo pants and a brightly-patterned tropical shirt. They met him with a warm hug and a smile. “I’m going to be sad to see you go, ladies.” He pulled away from their hugs with a glint in his eye. “I’m not so sure your performance the other day was a good thing for us.”
“What? Why?” Octavia asked, stiffening slightly.
“Now we have a reputation. Word has gotten out, this is apparently your new favorite vacation destination. Look.” He reached in through the open passenger window of his truck and produced a paper. This one, Rarity saw, was much more official-looking than the tabloid she had seen their first night on Diamond Beach. It was indeed the local publication, and on the front was a picture of Octavia, wearing Rarity’s dress, performing for a crowd of dancing, laughing spa-goers.
“Oh no,” Octavia moaned. “I wanted to come back here so badly-“
“Aah.” Phillip raised a hand. “I’ll not hear it, Octavia. Your place here isn’t ruined. I wanted to send you two off with a proposition, of sorts.” He opened both hands, smiling warmly at them. “You come out here once a year to put on a seaside concert, and I will comp you a one-week stay in one of our bungalows. The exact same package you just indulged in.”
“Woah.”
“Phillip, that’s… That’s incredible!” Rarity and Octavia shared a giddy look. A single evening spent performing by the seaside in return for a whole week of what they had just lived through? Octavia offered her hand to Phillip immediately.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Phillip.”
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Switching trains was always the hardest part. Rarity still hadn’t quite recovered from last night’s romp, and neither had Octavia. When they disembarked in Horseshoe Bay, both of them were dead on their feet. The train ride back to Canterlot, at least, would last a few hours, and their car had a small sleeper bed. Rarity was looking forward to some sleep. Not to mention a full day’s rest back in their Canterlot apartment before she had to go to work the next day. When their luggage was transferred onto the new, larger train, it couldn’t happen soon enough for Rarity.
Still, when they found their car, she couldn’t help but sit by the window while Octavia stretched out on the sleeper bed. Tired as she was, and with as much work as they would have when they got back, she couldn’t bring herself to snatch a few hour’s rest. Not just yet. The train hissed, gave an ear-splitting whistle, and pulled out of the station. It took fifteen minutes of slow chugging before they left the city limits, and Rarity got to see it one last time.
The sea was a beautiful thing this late at night. Looking back the way she was, Rarity could see the vast expanse of water turned molten-gold by the setting sun. Further out, the gold cooled to crimson, and to the northern and southern horizons, rarity saw purple and black. The sun sank into the waters, glimmering like a trillion garnets set in satin. The majesty of the sea had not been lost on her. Rarity remembered their first full day at the resort, when they had romped in the surf, and then sprawled on their backs to look up at the endless, infinite sky. The memory of their swimsuits brought a faint blush to her cheeks, as did many nights of this wonderful trip.
The first day had been blissful. Spending it on the beach with Octavia had been everything Rarity had ever dreamed. She still remembered the taste of the salt water and the way the waves pulled and tugged at her. Afterwards, their tender session in the shower, and the way the sand had clung to them all over.
The second day had been the grotto and the nightclub. Rarity wondered if going out down here might urge Octavia into another trip to the club they had first met at. Rarity remembered the dancing that wasn’t really dancing, how they had all but fucked on the floor, drunk and lost in the music. She especially remembered her little trick in the VIP booth. She’d have to remember that one.
No resort vacation was complete without a spa trip, though. During that stormy day, Rarity had taken part of one of the more luxurious treatments she’d ever had. The manicures, pedicures, massages, and even the salon trip had all done wonders for Rarity’s complexion. She and Octavia had positively glowed after their treatment, and the seaside dinner had been arguably the best yet. The next day was the dreariest of all, yet Rarity remembered it fondly. The casino they visited had been luxurious, and Rarity recalled her exploits at the poker table almost perfectly.
After that, though, Rarity wondered if she hadn’t dreamed it. The grotto had been better than the first time they visited it, and they spent hours on end kissing, fucking, hugging and sunbathing. Rarity had a certain fondness for the small grotto. It was so peaceful, ringed in by the vibrant jungle, serenaded by the waterfall that fell on the flat rock. The crystal-clear water hid nothing, but cleansed everything. Rarity had felt more clean in those wonderful waters than she had after any shower in recent memory.
But that night… That night Rarity had experienced something she was never like to forget. The blush was gone from her cheeks, replaced instead by a warm, contented smile. To Rarity, that night had meant much more than the countless orgasm she had been subject to, or the way she and Octavia had tested one another’s boundaries time and time again. It even transcended past her slightly strange clothing fetish and Octavia’s willingness to partake.
Somewhere in that night, buried between the pretext of all those orgasms and the expensive clothing, somewhere between the first tenuous kiss and the last, breathy gasp before passing out, somewhere in there…
Somewhere, Rarity had found love.
If it had been anyone other than Octavia in that bed that night, Rarity wouldn’t have found that. It would have just been a debauched fuck-fest. They would have cum time and again, and whispered those three fervent words more than any one person could hope to count. They’d have fucked and fingered and screamed all the same.
But it took Octavia to make Rarity feel loved. When Rarity was in the midst of her eighteenth orgasm, or if she had her cramped tongue pressed deep into Octavia’s dripping womanhood, or even if they were laying in one another’s arms, sweaty and panting and tired, Rarity felt the same connection to Octavia that she had on the altar. That, she realized, was the difference between Octavia and any other woman in Equestria.
Idly, she pulled her ring off of her finger. She and Octavia had simple rings, platinum bands inlaid with six minute diamonds each. But when viewed from the side, the rings were unblemished. It was a single, whole loop, unmarred by jagged edges or brackets or other unnecessary adornments. It was simple. Perfect. And to Rarity, it suddenly had a much greater meaning.
The ring was infinite. A perfect loop, tucked back in upon itself, never breaking, never even wavering. That was what their relationship was. Infinite love. Rarity could go around the outside of the ring, could find things about Octavia that she both loved and drove her up the wall, but in the end she came back around to the start. Rarity pulled her ring back down on her finger and looked out of the window once more. The sea was darker now, turned from a molten gold to a deep crimson, stained purple and black at the edges of the horizon. Night time would soon be upon them, and the train would be hurtling through the dark to take them home. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to see the ocean and its vast majesty. But she could watch it as long as her tired eyes would allow her to.
The train crested a hill, and the sea disappeared behind a mask of trees. Darkness descended on the train, held at bay by a single light out in the hallway of the rattling train car. Octavia slumbered peacefully on the sleeper bed, only to wake when they arrived back in Canterlot. Rarity cast one more wistful look out of the window before gingerly curling up behind her wife. She buried her face in Octavia’s hair, wound her arms around the slumbering cellist, and closed her eyes.
And so, Intimate Details comes to a close. What a long, strange trip it’s been. When I set out to start Intimate Details, I had it in mind to create a relationship between two characters that wasn’t just self-gratifying sex. I wanted to make a connection, to give these two characters (people, really) a reason to be together.
I’m still not entirely sure why I chose Rarity and Octavia. Truthfully enough, this story could have been between Fluttershy and Fleur De Lis, for all anyone would care. Hell, it could even have been Braeburn and Big Mac. One way or another, I’d have accomplished what I set out to do.
So why these two? Why did I choose Rarity and Octavia?
Truth be told, it was a request. As some of you are well aware, I used to accept requests for short, cloppy stories. I stopped doing said requests, but still do livestreams every Friday I can manage. One of the viewers suggested a pairing to me: Rarity and Octavia. I was shocked. I had seen some odd matchups here and there, but this was one pairing I hadn’t seen just yet. In fact, I wasn’t entirely sure it even exists in the fandom. I’ve yet to see any R34 of it, and as far as I know, ‘Intimate Details’ is the first Rari/Tavia story on Fimfiction. Granted, I’ve done no research, but still. The request jumped out at me.
It ended up being one of the longest ones I’ve ever written. Unless I’m mistaken, it ended up being eight thousand words plus some change. The request itself drew inspiration from another story I had had the pleasure of reading, called 'Crecendo Molto'. Specifically, Octavia’s physique. She’s described as having wide, pronounced hips and full, round thighs. A big-butt, curvaceous pony. I was determined to write the humanized counterpart, and that’s when it hit me.
Wide hips like that have got to be prone to wardrobe malfunction, don’t they? Who better to deal with wardrobe malfunction than everyone’s favorite fashionista? It clicked. And god damnit, it was glorious. I loved writing every word of that request, from the dress making to the clop and everything inbetween. I loved it so much, I had to make it its own story.
Thus, Intimate Details was born. But I don’t enjoy writing clop purely for the clop. I like giving the characters stories, backgrounds, conflict and emotion. It makes it that much more enjoyable to read. (And much better-received. Let’s face it, I’m an attention whore.) So I had to come up with a conflict somewhere. Well, all the pieces began to click together. Rarity, dressmaker. Octavia, cellist. Vinyl Scratch, DJ and sister to- Twilight, Element of harmony.
Like two matches made in heaven, with plenty of drama to boot. Throw in a dishonorable Rainbow Dash to unravel the whole thing and…
Boom. Intimate Details.
When I set out to write the story, I did so with the goal of accomplishing a few things:
-A ship that’s seldom seen in the fandom
-Serious emotional development between two characters
