> Painting a Picture in Purple and White
>  by Karrakaz
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> Caution: Wet Paint
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Rarity, for that was her name, sighed as she surveyed the classroom. The class smelled like paint and despair. Most, if not all of the students in her current class were disappointments.

Not academically, of course; out of the six, at least three of them were on the honor roll. The lone girl in the group was even said to be the brightest student at Canterlot University, and was previously thought to be most likely to make valedictorian. That was, before she’d chosen Rarity’s class, and proceeded to do nothing of note. So, yes, very intelligent, but on a creative level... on a deeply artistic, emotional level, all of them were disappointments.

She’d seen similar disappointments in the past, which was why she had started giving extra-curricular lessons to a select few; to bring some of the créativité that she felt was lacking back into the school.

While her successes had been astounding, with a spectacular eighty-nine percent of the students that followed her class doing well on their art exams, the latest batch were nothing short of a disaster.

Six years she'd been doing this, having started two years after she had gotten a position as a teacher at the school. In six years she hadn't come across a group of more creatively impoverished people. Of this six, the five boys were like prepubescent children. They were barely old enough to drink beer, and each and every one of them had apparently only signed up for her course to ogle her when she wasn't looking.

She couldn’t blame them for it. It was no secret that she posed nude for the human body portion of the class. And though she thought that her hips were a little wide, and her breasts weren't quite big enough, she was undoubtedly in her prime; young boys like these considered her the physical embodiment of femininity. 

The girl, however, Rarity had disliked from the moment they had first met. Whenever they had crossed paths in the school in the past, her greetings had gone unanswered on most occasions, and she barely ever paid enough attention to actually absorb what Rarity was trying to teach. She was silent, and withdrawn, and for all appearances, didn’t have an artistic bone in her body.

Truth be told, she did well enough when the assignment was in-depth architectural drawings, or with anything that called for straight lines, but give her the task of drawing a flower, and she would fail to even get the stem right, nevermind a single leaf or petal.

She was also ugly.

Not that Rarity had a thing against ugly people. It took all sorts to make the world, after all. But this girl in particular...

She had a somewhat angular face, with high-set cheekbones and a pronounced nose. With a bit of spunk and the right make-up, she could have looked beautiful; stunning even.

Her hair was always tied up in a sloppy bun, she wore frumpy sweaters and baggy jeans, all of which obscured her form, and always with that infuriating set of glasses perched on her nose, even though Rarity was sure she didn't need them at all. The sweater couldn't hide two bulges big enough to make Rarity jealous, however.

Lazy.

That was it. It wasn't that she was ugly; she was lazy. Apparently not caring enough to even take care of her own appearance. She was wasting time. Her time, Rarity’s time, and for what? Rarity did not give a passing grade for lazy people. So all she was doing was hurting her chances at a future.

Well, that wouldn’t do at all. Today, she was going try a different approach.

“Good afternoon, all of you,” she said when the six of them had taken their seats behind the easels, which today had been set up in a neat semi-circle. "Today, we're going to do something a little different."

The class murmured a little, likely fearing another still-life exercise. Rarity smiled, leaving them to their worries for a few moments.

“Today, we are going to paint life—” she said, ignoring the groans that came from two of the boys “—specifically, the female form."

The groaning quickly turned into excitement, and the boys waggled their eyebrows at one another. This was what they had all been waiting for.

"Twilight Sparkle?" The girl looked up and Rarity beckoned her forwards with a finger. "You seem to be having a lot of trouble painting anything natural. In fact, you seem to have a lot of trouble with any sort of curve. Therefore, I would like to ask you to undress and take place on the chaise lounge over there in the ‘roman celebration position’."

The girl went pale and stiffened, her hands tightening up into fists which she held close to her sides. "B-but I... I—"

"Ah, ah, ah, no buts," Rarity interrupted her, wagging her finger back and forth. "You obviously haven't been paying enough attention, so you and I will swap for today. At the end, I will show you an example of how painting is supposed to be done."

She turned to the boys (who were grinning at one another and wolf whistling at Twilight), and gave them an unimpressed stare.

"Boys, I want you to focus on the contours and curves of the female body, and if one of you gets it into his head to say or do something inappropriate... so help me, I will skin you alive."

The icy cold in her voice left no doubt that she would make good on her threat, and the boys quickly quieted down, after which she turned back to the girl who was still standing in front of her. Unmoving.

"Come on, Sparkle. Off with it."

With the use of her nimble fingers and a confidence that came from years of wearing and removing difficult outfits, she pulled off the girl's clothing, starting with her pants. The sweater followed, and then the T-shirt as well. Twilight, in turn, fumbled with her clothing, refusing to cooperate, but also making no real effort to stop Rarity.

Finally the hair band was sent flying, and there she was in just her underwear; a girl that could have walked straight off of a magazine cover.

Her hair was longer than Rarity had expected, and the light pink streak in her otherwise dark purple hair was eye catching, rather than distracting, which was a surprise.

The girl's hips were generally thin, but she somehow managed to retain a perfect hourglass figure, and her breasts... Good lord, her breasts.

Rarity always modeled in the nude, and reveled in the attention of her students. When she hatched the plan she was currently enacting, she had thought to leave the girl with her underwear to preserve some modicum of dignity; she wasn't evil, after all. Now, that last strand of matronly care came unwound. She wanted to—needed to see what else this girl had to hide.

“Come on, darling,” she said, pointing a finger to the ground. “Off with it.”

Where before she had blanched, this time the girl turned strawberry red and shook her head vigorously. “Miss Rarity, I can't,” she whispered urgently, stealing glances back at the boys who were surprisingly well-behaved, though their eyes were obviously glued to the flesh that had been exposed to them.

“Nonsense. The boys will behave, and we need a model for today’s lesson. Come on.”

Slowly, the girl's hands unclenched, and she slowly, hesitantly, unclasped her bra, giving Rarity her first look at the girls breasts... For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.

They were magnificent; big, at least a D cup, but still young and firm enough not to sag under their own weight. She almost missed the bloomers—of course the girl was wearing bloomers—going off, or the cheering of the boys.

"Boys..." she said, not even bothering to take her eyes off of the vision of beauty before her. Who could have known that such a slouchy girl could hide such a magnificent body?

As soon as she was done, Twilight clasped one arm over—most of—her breasts, while the other hid her privates from view.

“Very good, darling,” Rarity said when she remembered that she in fact had lessons to give. “Now sit down over there and assume the roman celebration pose like I told you.”

She almost couldn't resist spanking the hesitant girl to send her on her way, but restrained herself; turning her own eagerness into a cold anger that she turned on the boys, all of whom were gaping at their classmate. One of them even had even had spontaneous nosebleed.

“What did I tell you, boys?”

Only after their hubbub had died down once more did she take her own place behind Twilight's easel and began putting the vision of beauty she had uncovered down on paper. Half an hour went by in silence before Rarity decided she should spare some attention for the rest of her class.

“Make sure you pay attention to the shadows that her hair casts, and that there is most definitely more shadow in the spaces between her toes,” she said, after seeing the same problem with the art from two of the boys. The third had made a mess, with Twilight's breasts being the only prominent feature he had gotten right. Rarity fixed him with a glare, and tore the entire paper from his easel. “Do it again, and do it right this time.”

The last two were unimpressive, and unremarkable, so she gave them a few pointers and returned to her own painting. The rest of the lesson—they weren't that long to begin with—was over much too quickly, but for the first time she found that none of her students—the girl excluded— actually wanted to leave.

“Time's up,” she called out, rolling her eyes at the disappointed murmurs of the boys. “We'll continue this next week. Take a look at yourself in the mirror, and see how shadows can create depth and realism on your own face. I expect better than what I've seen so far.”

After the boys had disappeared, she collected their 'attempts' at painting a real live woman and put them on her desk. A teacher couldn't just throw away her student's work, after all.

The girl had gotten up after the last of the boys left the class, but before she could even make a move towards her work station, Rarity called out to her. “Twilight, stay behind, please.”

Twilight's expression was a mask of stress and unease. Her eyes especially suggested that she wasn't happy with how the class had gone—the poor dear was on the verge of tears.

Rarity stepped over to the center of the room and cradled the girl's face in her hands to make her look up. “None of that now, darling,” she said, smiling softly. “I have a few questions for you.”

Twilight looked to the side, breaking contact between Rarity’s hands and her face. “Can I please get dressed first?”

Rarity tutted softly. “Questions first.”

The girl—Twilight—nodded. “If I have to…”

“First, do you have any other plans for today?”

“Well, I was going to—”

“Just yes or no will do, darling.”

Twilight chewed on her lip for a moment before shaking her head. “Not really, no.”

Lucky. “And the coming weekend?”

Twilight shrugged. “I was going to read a—” At Rarity's insistent stare she cut herself off and shook her head again. “No.”

“Good!” Rarity said with a smile. “Then I think that you and I should put in some extra time to make sure your artistic abilities are on par with those of your peers.”

Twilight shook her head for a third time. “Sorry, Miss Rarity. I hardly even have enough money to pay for this much, and I really don't feel comfortable—”

Rarity silenced her by putting a finger to her lips, and then began stripping out of her own tear-away dress, which she wore specially when she herself was the model. Only after she had gotten naked as well, and watched Twilight's eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, did she smile. "Does this make you feel more comfortable, darling?"

Twilight shook her head again, albeit not as vigorously as before, her eyes glued to Rarity's physique. “N-no, yes... maybe? I… I don’t know…”

Rarity put a hand on her hip and lifted Twilight’s chin with a finger from her other hand. “How about this; I'll consider the extra lessons free of charge if you tell me why in the world you would hide away a body like yours.”

Rarity giggled when all the sound Twilight could make twisted together in a muted cry. “I’ll take that as a yes. Now, for this private lesson, I will be the model, so take your seat behind your easel—” She slapped Twilight’s cute butt when the girl reached down for her bloomers. “But leave your clothes there.” At Twilight’s questioning look she continued. “It’s more comfortable for the both of us, and will give you a reference point whenever you’re having a hard time getting a particular part to feel right.”

To say that Twilight was uncomfortable with her naked form would be an understatement. Still, she complied, and quickly made her way over to her work station. Rarity stifled a giggle as she watched the girl scramble behind the easel and peek out from behind it as though it were a shield against her gaze.

She herself luxuriously stretched and lay back on the chaise lounge. She opened her legs lightly, leaving nothing to the imagination while also presenting Twilight with the easiest posture of a living person to paint: full frontal nudity. No excess wrinkles in the clothing to contend with, just all natural beauty.

While her own breasts were not as big as she would have liked, they were just as perky as Twilight’s own, and her nipples were something she was particularly proud of. They were erect, and she brushed against one of them with a finger before folding her hand on her stomach. It’s simply cold in here, she told herself.

Twilight’s behaviour only gave credence to that particular idea. The girl was quavering so badly every one of her attempts to even begin was aborted halfway to then try again seconds later. Rarity could hardly blame her; it was quite something to have to pose naked for a class, especially without prior knowledge. 

The more she thought about it, the worse she felt. There must be a reason she dresses like she does. And what do I do? I simply tear her clothes off like some animal... She shook her head softly. Not like an animal; she hadn’t been brutish about it, though she couldn’t claim that her intentions had been noble either. In a moment of remorse, she decided that she would make it up to Twilight. In fact, she had already started doing that, hadn’t she?

She remained motionless for another five minutes, after which she got up and walked over to where Twilight was seated. The girl had obviously done her best, and while each and every line was shaky—which made the entire painting look somewhat... odd— she had done a far better job than any of the boys had; not to mention far better than what Rarity would have expected of her.

Truthfully, however, Rarity found her focus divided between the canvas and the girl herself. Twilight didn’t seem to want to look up to her, but that didn’t stop Rarity from getting a decent enough view of her bosom. A naughty idea blossomed in her mind, and she decided to put it into action immediately. 

“Not bad, darling,” she said soothingly, bending slightly at the knees so she was on the same level as Twilight was. “But you seem to have shied away from some important details, especially over—” she let her hand glide over Twilight’s and grasped it and leading both hand and brush over to the spot where paper-Rarity’s vulva was supposed to have been “—there.”

With but a few sure strokes Rarity gave the version of herself a rudimentary slit with a little nub at the top; with a few curling hairs. Completely natural. She groomed, but didn’t believe in just shaving it all off, she’d tried it once, it itched horribly. 

Twilight shivered and huddled in on herself, a move that Rarity took full advantage of. “Cold, dear?” 

The question was rhetorical and they both knew it. What Twilight didn’t know was that Rarity was going to solve her problem either way. She leaned forward a little more until her nipples came into contact with the skin of Twilight’s back, and then pressed forward a little more until they were spooning. It was a little bit of an awkward pose, which Rarity knew she wouldn’t be able to hold for long, but the stifled groan she managed to coax from Twilight was more than worth it. Twilight’s hair smelled like rosemary. Not a fragrance would have chosen herself, but pleasant all the same.

Just as suddenly as she had treated Twilight to some of her body, so did she pull away with a nonchalance that left Twilight gasping for breath. “So, darling. Can you tell me why you would intentionally hide yourself away by wearing those formless clothes?” she asked, pointing at the miserable heap that had been Twilight’s clothing.

Twilight mutely shook her head. 

Rarity frowned lightly. Obviously she would have to be a little more persuasive. Fortunately, she had the girl just where she wanted her. She stepped behind Twilight and, in one smooth movement grabbed Twilight’s breasts in her hands.

The girl sucked in a breath, but remained motionless. 

“After all, if my breasts were as lovely as these, I would want the whole world to know that they were mine,” Rarity continued as if nothing had happened. She squeezed gently, and then changed her position a little so that she could pinch Twilight’s nipples as well. They were as hard as her own and seemed to be begging for more, but Rarity wanted to keep her young student guessing, and so changed tactics again.

“I guess I’ll hear the answer to that particular question later,” she said, letting go and making her way back to the chaise lounge. “Come over here, darling.”

Twilight got up in a daze and stumbled her way over, her quavering having been replaced by deep, excited breaths. 

Rarity sat down and spread her legs as far as she could. “A little closer.” Twilight obliged hesitantly, and once again Rarity grasped one of her hands, putting it on the inside of her own thigh. “Now, pay attention. If you want to flatter a woman with your art, you need to make sure that you capture her best side. However—” She used two fingers of her other hand to spread her labia and guided Twilight’s hand to one side thereof “—if you can’t get certain details right, everything will feel stilted and the entire piece will suffer for it.”

Twilight’s dazed nod was barely recognizable as such, any and all movement she made restricted by both her wrist in the grasp of the older woman, as well as her eyes locked on her teacher’s most private treasure. “I... uh...” she mumbled.

“Shhh,” Rarity shushed her. “Just take a good look, darling.” She let go of Twilight’s wrist and left it there, taking the opportunity to pinch in one of her own nipples. A small moan escaped her and she couldn’t help but giggle upon seeing Twilight startled expression. “Now, listen carefully. Each and every painting will come alive if you manage to convey emotion with every brush stroke.” For just a moment she let go of everything and stretched languidly. After that, she clasped her hand around Twilight’s neck, and let them trail to the front of her face, poking her middle finger against Twilight’s lips with a little insistence. 

The silent request she made, Twilight complied with, opening her mouth just a little. Rarity’s finger slipped in and Twilight’s tongue, as curious as the rest of her, immediately came to inspect the intruder. Meanwhile, Rarity used her unoccupied hand to stroke Twilight’s hair and cheekbones, giving her a seductive smile all the while.

Only after making sure that her finger had gathered a sufficient amount of saliva from Twilight’s mouth did Rarity withdraw it, only to then gently insert it into her own heated mound. “Are you paying attention, Twilight?” she asked with a hitched breath. “This emotion is called ‘lust’.” She noticed one of Twilight’s hands snaking its way down her own body, and forcibly seized it with her unoccupied hand. “Pay attention.”

Twilight let out a needy little whimper and nodded. “W-what am I supposed to...?”

“Over there on the second shelf—” Rarity indicated the back of the classroom with her chin “—is a set of brand new brushes. Be a dear and get them for me, would you?”

Twilight got up, very nearly falling on her behind because of how badly her knees were trembling. Eventually, however, she managed to make her way over to the back of the classroom and quickly returned with the desired items.

With a soft squelch, Rarity withdrew her finger from her mound and showed it to Twilight before licking it clean. “Good. Now then, why don’t you take a seat, and I’ll show you how versatile the brush can be if one knows what they are doing?” 

A hasty nod, and before long Twilight was seated where Rarity had been, albeit more reluctant to open her legs. Rather, she kept them closed tightly, and balled up her hands in her lap. That was okay, though; Rarity didn’t want to push her student any further than she was comfortable with. At least, not right away.

Letting Twilight sweat a little, she took her time picking out one of the slightly smaller brushes, licking the tips of her fingers and using them to work the new-brush stiffness out of the coarse hairs it was made from. She then sat down on her knees and put the brush down, laying her palms over Twilight’s balled up fists and easing them apart. “When you’re stressed or worried, your hands lose their fluidity of motion,” she said in an instructional tone. “It’s never good to try and paint when you’re feeling that way, because you will lose the small motions and quirks that bring it to life.”

She let one of Twilight’s hands rest on her student’s knees, and guided the other one over to her left breast. The palm was warm and sweaty, but also soft and eager. Twilight squeezed of her own accord and Rarity let herself moan with enjoyment; more of Twilight’s benefit than her own. 

“Now then,” she said, taking the small brush in hand and lifting it up. “Big brushes are usually too cumbersome and good for little besides repainting your living room. In art, we use small brushes and smaller strokes.” She used Twilight’s breast as an example, tracing the brush around and around in ever smaller circles, giving the areola and the nipple a quick flick before starting over from the base of the breast. 

Before long Twilight’s breathing once again became laboured, and she began squirming underneath the touch of the brush. “Mmm...M-Miss Rarity?”

Rarity giggled softly. “Just ‘Rarity’, darling. Please. Being called ‘miss’ always makes me feel old.”

The consternation on Twilight’s face was priceless, but she dutifully tried again. “R-Rarity?”

Rarity looked up from her handiwork and gave her smile a seductive twist. “What is it, darling? Do you want me to stop?”

The shaking of Twilight’s head couldn’t have been more intense without her head coming off. “N-no... but...”

“Yes~?” she sing-songed.

“N-hahh-nevermind.”

Rarity let her gaze linger on Twilight’s face for a moment longer. The poor girl was starting to enjoy herself, but was either unfamiliar with the feelings, or simply unused to Rarity’s slow, teasing way of ‘teaching’.

“Next thing you should remember,” she said, switching the brush from one hand to the other with a flick of her wrist, immediately starting on the other breast with the brush, “is that, while taking a step back from your art can help from time to time, getting up close and personal with it... losing yourself in your art, will always lead to the best results in the end. Matching actions to her words, she leant forward and took the nipple of Twilight’s much-teased breast into her mouth, sucking on it gently.

It was enough to get Twilight moaning, and Rarity slowly scooted forward, both pushing Twilight’s legs apart, and pushing her back until Twilight lay on the chaise lounge; spread eagled and with a busily sucking and teasing Rarity on top of her. She smelled like sweat and need, and Rarity felt like she could just eat her up.

“Ohhhh,” Twilight moaned. “M-miss... Miss Rarity...”

Rarity stopped her ministrations and sat back, her knees still in between Twilight’s legs. “What was that, darling?”

Twilight tried to grab her breasts with her hands, which Rarity once again restrained. “Nothing! she shouted. “Nothing, please...”

“Please... what?”

Twilight lifted her heated gaze to Rarity’s, and though the word she said was drowned out by another moan, Rarity understood perfectly. “More.”

That was all Rarity needed to hear, and with a smile she scooted back a little more. “Experiences and savoir-faire are important when you work on creativity. The more keenly you have felt joy, the more authentic the joy you can instil in your paintings,” she said, trailing the brush down from breast, to tummy, to Twilight’s nether lips and the little nub that crowned them. 

When the brush hit her clitoris, Twilight arched her back and screamed in pleasure. Her entire body went rigid and the spot between her legs, where Rarity found herself, was sprayed with a veritable geyser of feminine juices. There was so much of it that it coated both her own and Rarity’s abdomen in sticky femcum while her legs squeezed and constricted in a way that made it hard for Rarity to breathe.

Rarity watched Twilight go through her orgasm with bated breath, keeping her at the peak of ecstasy as long as she could by tweaking her students nipples with one hand while stimulating every part of her pussy with the brush.

It lasted for several minutes, although for Twilight it must have seemed like forever. Every aftershock made more of her juices flow out of her pussy which desperately clung to nothing but air, until the silk the chaise lounge was lined with had small rivulets of it streaming down to the floor. Finally Twilight came down from her high, going limp and gulping in air like she was a fish on land. Her fluids had made a mess of the lower end of the expensive furniture and the brush alike, and she looked incredibly erotic all the while. Rarity bit her lip, struggling to keep her own needs in check. She brought the brush to her lips and savoured the taste of Twilight’s juices on her tongue. They were slightly tangy with a bitter-sweet aftertaste, and Rarity loved it immediately.

“Did you like that, darling?” she asked breathlessly, smiling at the still-panting Twilight.

The girl nodded furiously even if she couldn’t quite catch her breath enough to form sentences yet. “Y-yes.”

Watching the girl intently, Rarity put a finger on her cheek and traced it down her entire body before penetrating her still sensitive pussy with it, making Twilight moan anew. “Very good, my darling. Now... perhaps you could return the favor?”

When she received another nod, Rarity pried Twilight’s legs apart, freeing herself before offering Twilight a hand up. Twilight took it without a hint of hesitation, wobbling a little when she finally stood. It was only when she saw the mess she had made of the chaise lounge that some of her bashfulness returned. 

“Oh my gosh,” she said, looking at Rarity apprehensively. “I’m sorry, M—Rarity. I... oh gosh, I made such a mess.”

Rarity dragged a finger over the wet spot before sticking it into her mouth, giving Twilight a seductive grin. “Oh,” she said upon seeing Twilight’s stunned-but-eager expression. “I’m sure we’ll make more of a mess before we’re done.”

Without further ado, she took Twilight’s spot and motioned for Twilight to take hers. The girl sat there, eyes roving over every inch of Rarity’s body, but without making a move to pleasure as she had been pleasured. Rarity wondered what the matter was until she saw the girl gingerly rub her own arm. 

“Don’t worry about making a mistake, Twilight,” she said, grasping Twilight’s hands and placing them on her breasts. “Creativity is all about making the best of what you have. Experiment and see what feels right.” She let out a satisfied sigh and winked at her lover. “You’ll know when you’re doing something right.”

That seemed to finally break through whatever had been holding Twilight back, and she exploded into a flurry of activity. The first few squeezes were too harsh, and Twilight faltered after Rarity let out a pained groan. She had squeezed hard enough to leave a bruise in the morning, but Rarity simply motioned for her to go on. 

Twilight was a quick study, letting Rarity’s breathing and moaning lead her in the right direction. She surprised Rarity with a kiss on the lips. After that she began kissing down to Rarity’s collarbone, and then up again to nibble on one of her earlobes which earned her a pleased sigh. Her hands roamed all over, breasts, to tummy, to armpits; it seemed like Twilight wanted to explore every inch of her now that she had been given the chance, and Rarity was only too happy to let her. 

With her own burning sex left unattended, however, she didn’t think she could wait too much longer, and slowly pushed Twilight’s head down until the lips of the girl met with the lips of her dripping pussy. The first tentative licks were electric and Rarity moaned in delight. “Oh gods, Twilight, right there. Lick me right there!” she screamed, putting both of her hands on Twilight’s head.

However, it seemed that Twilight had gotten the idea that Rarity’s earlier teasing deserved some payback, and her tongue darted around Rarity’s labia, tantalizing the surrounding flesh but backing away whenever Rarity moaned. 

Rarity was having none of it. She encircled and caught Twilight’s head in between her thighs in one smooth motion and squeezed, all but forcing the girl to go deeper. The non-verbal message came across loud and clear, and when Twilight’s hot tongue finally penetrated her outer lips, it was all Rarity could do to hold on.

She must have eased up with her legs at some point because the tongue vanished. Before she could complain, however, it was replaced by an index finger. Rarity nearly came on the spot when the lengthy digit got company from the middle finger, which Twilight moved in and out of her at a steady speed. 

Feeling her inner walls pull and suck on the two fingers was wonderful, and she moaned in protest when Twilight’s rhythm faltered. She had been so close! Tiredly lifting her head to look down at her lover, she saw Twilight still half-heartedly finger her, mirroring her expression with a deep crimson blush of her own while her other hand roamed over the floor. That’s when Rarity understood that Twilight was looking to use the same brush she had, and let her head drop, the anticipation only heightening her pleasure. 

When Twilight pulled her fingers out with a wet ‘slurp’, Rarity sucked in a breath, shivering in anticipation for how much Twilight remembered from her own expert care. Her anticipation, and frayed self-control were blown away when something wooden and bigger than Twilight’s fingers teased at her entrance just before being pushed in. Inch, after inch, after inch. She could feel the object scrape against her inner walls and her vagina clamped down on the wooden intruder with glee.

Lifting her head was out of the question, she was too wound up, too exhausted from her own teasing and Twilight’s exploration to do any more than beg. So beg she did. “Please, Twilight...”

Twilight’s head appeared above her. The girl smiled devilishly as she leaned down to kiss her. Rarity pursed her lips to receive it, but just as their lips met, Twilight pushed the large brush—for that was the only thing it could have been— all the way into her overheated love-cave until she imagined she could feel it in her stomach. 

Her mind short-circuited and she moaned into Twilight’s mouth, her cries of pleasure stifled by the girl’s lips while she bucked, and thrashed, and came. 

Whether it was because of the taboo of making love to a younger girl, or because it was with one of her students, Rarity didn’t know. Perhaps it was because she had fallen in love with the girl or the girl with her, or perhaps simply because she wanted it so badly, but the climax was one of the most intense she had ever felt. 

Again and again her pussy convulsed around the brush until she was afraid that she would never come down from the heights Twilight had brought her to. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the constant friction stopped, and she came back down to earth. Slowly, languidly, did she open her eyes, and looked into the purple pools of love and lust that were her lover’s. 

“That was...” she took a deep breath. “Whew, that was quite something, darling.”

“Miss Rarity?” Twilight asked, her eyes shining. 

For once, Rarity did not correct her, simply embracing her with both arms and holding her close with a whispered, “Yes, darling?”

“I...” Twilight took a deep breath as well and another one, seemingly trying to screw up her courage. The thought made Rarity want to giggle. After their sordid tale of sex and seduction, what could she possibly be afraid of? “I love you.”

The bottom fell out of Rarity’s world. Sure she had thought she might love this girl at the height of her climax, but to hear it ‘straight from the horse’s mouth’ as it were, was a little much. “Darling,” she tried, gently stroking the girl’s hair. “I understand that this was an incredible experience for you, but—”

“That’s not it!” Twilight said, after kissing her on the lips to shut her up. “I’ve loved you for... weeks! Months!” She bit her lip and then kissed Rarity again. Furiously. Desperately. “I saw you around school, and in the library. You were always so nice to everyone, and self-assured...”

“And what, darling?”

“And pretty.”

This time Rarity did giggle. “Why thank you darling, but—” Twilight kissed her again, and she had to admit that she rather enjoyed the feeling. It wasn’t just sex any longer, that oh-so-delicious part had come... heh, cum... and gone. 

“I wasn’t finished,” her girl said—Her girl? Since when did she—“I wanted to... get a chance to meet you. And maybe, possibly, talk to you. So when I heard you gave extra classes to people who weren’t very good at arts—”

This time Rarity kissed Twilight. Her Twilight. “You pretended to be terrible at art, just so you could see me. I’m flattered, darling.”

Twilight blushed so hard it reached her ears, and whispered, “Actually, I’m really not good at art...”

Rarity blinked and then laughed wholeheartedly. “Well, darling,” she said, punctuating her every word with a kiss to some part of Twilight’s face. “I think that we had better step up your lessons, then, though I believe that even more will be required now that we have found... ahem... other ways to occupy our time in the classroom.”

Twilight was like a puppet whose strings had been cut. She slumped and rested on Rarity’s naked body with a warm smile and watery eyes. “I’d like that,” she said, letting Rarity kiss away her tears.

“I’d like that very much.” 

~fin~