Browsing Among the Lilies

Rarity was alone in the dark, her mane and her bed disheveled. Moonlight streamed into her bedroom and illuminated her off-white torso. She felt strange—somewhere between terrible and perfect. Needful. That was the word.

She sighed, and looked out her window at the moon.

It was almost midnight, and far too late for her to be up. But it was all for Rainbow. Rainbow Dash, who had answered duty’s call accompanying the princess and left Rarity rather lonely. She hated feeling lonely.

Rainbow Dash. She’d be home soon now, her letter had said so. It had warmed her heart to read that her favorite pegasus was as anxious to return home as Rarity was to greet her. Yes. Greet her. She chuckled softly.

Rarity would be here, waiting for her. Dash would land on her doorstep at any moment. She imagined it—Dash would come upstairs and find her like this, more than ready. Rarity would look her in the eyes, and smile. Her heart would pound and Dash would stand there, mouth agape. She would rise to meet her, bring her back to bed...

She sighed again, but no longer with sadness or mere impatience. It was longing now, a deep emptiness in her loins. Slowly, she trailed a hoof along her body towards the growing heat. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the soft touch on her coat.

The hoof passed over the small, hard nipples and reached her marehood. She pulled in a sharp breath over her teeth—she’d been holding back, letting tension build, but this was too much. Just a little, Rarity. We must pace ourselves, after all.

Slowly, she massaged the lips and shivered in the cold. It was a slow start, a slow burn that filled her with a nice warm feeling. She cooed softly, her smile a little ragged. Hurry home, Rainbow.

She moved to the tiny nub where the lips drew together and her mouth hung open. Goddess, but she was wound up! The pleasure pulsed with the rhythm of her hoof moving up and down, working. She felt shameless, exposed—she imagined she could smell her own excitement.

Maybe it’s what Rainbow needed.

She gasped again, and reluctantly she stopped. She wanted to wait for Rainbow.

They had been together for six months. Life had been wonderful. It was perhaps the truest, most pure relationship she had ever had. They enjoyed each other’s company; they were inseparable. Rarity had let Rainbow stay the night and share her home. But they’d never shared each other. Not like this.

It wasn’t because Rarity hadn’t wanted to. Rainbow was bold in public, but in private with Rarity she was more withdrawn. It was unfamiliar territory for her, all of it. Rainbow was young, and all of her loves had been more fun than romantic. She’d pranked and snuck kisses, but she’d never been invited into or herself invited anypony into any deeper intimacy. It was a huge step, and not something she could finesse. It was compromising and embarrassing, and her desire was matched by her nervous fear.

Rarity had tried being gentle about it.

“You really should do something with this mane, Rainbow.”

Dash rolled her eyes, but didn’t move. “Be glad I let you fuss over me at all. It’s not really practical, anyway.”

“Practical,” she snorted in disdain for the word, but she didn’t really argue. She pulled the brush through Dash’s colorful mane with practiced ease, once again admiring it.

For that matter, once again admiring all of Rainbow. Her wings were folded, but Rarity still found them fascinating—she’d learned to help her marefriend preen them, though she was still learning. Rarity’s eyes drifted along her reclining body. Dash’s legs had always been strong and well kept, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to them. How had she missed this for so long? It still amazed her how she had managed to ignore how stunning Rainbow really was. It was the lean strength that caught her attention and held it fast.

She kissed the side of Rainbow’s neck gently, and the pegasus tensed. “Rares?”

She continued, nipping playfully. She lowered the brush somewhere with her magic and forgot about it. There were more interesting things to pay attention to. She applied a bit more pressure, but not too much.

Rainbow gasped in surprise, and Rarity grinned against her blue coat. “You smell quite nice, Rainbow. Have I told you that?” She continued her ministrations down Rainbow’s shoulders and then returned to her neck.

“E-everytime you say crap about me bein’ pretty,” she managed to respond, shivering. Triumphant, Rarity turned her so that the reclining pegasus was facing her. Rarity kissed her gently.

“You are, you know.” A familiar feeling welled up in her, and she ran a hoof along Rainbow’s abdomen. There was something magnificent about having Rainbow on the ropes, in her hooves like this. It made her feel playful. It made her feel something else, too—something similar but deeper. She kissed Rainbow more firmly, and felt Dash’s hooves wrap around her hold her tighter.

Dash was so warm. She was aware more than ever how long it had been since she shared this with another pony. Far too long.

Their kissing became a kind of game, as most things did with Dash. Rarity would push, be the one to throw her weight around. Dash melted, caught up in the strangeness of contact and submission.

Rarity’s hoof moved along her side, caressing it’s way down to her cutie mark and on to her legs. She knew what she wanted, and she could feel Rainbow was agreeable. Rainbow looked her in the eyes, and she saw desire there; it was ardent, a reflection of her own. She’d felt it growing in her all night and she needed this.

But as her hoof began to draw closer and closer to its goal, she felt Rainbow tense. Confused, she looked down to find that Rainbow was holding her back.

“I... hold on?” she said, weakly. Her voice was breathy, excited. Scared, even, Rarity thought suddenly.

“Of course, darling.” Disappointed, she stopped.

“I’m sorry,” Rainbow said, and Rarity could see she was definitely trying to regain some sense of composure. She was failing.

“We can... go a bit slower, if it helps.” She felt foolish. Of course Rainbow didn’t want to rush into this. This was new for her, so different from her former loves. It was a little early. She shouldn’t have rushed this.

Rainbow hesitated, and had no answer.

Rarity kissed under her chin, careful with her horn. “I love you, you know.”

“I know.” The surety made Rarity smile.

“And if you’re about to say that ‘you aren’t good at this feeling stuff’, my love, I will probably bite you.”

“That... doesn’t so bad, in context.”

“True, but it’s not quite as true as you think.”

Rainbow chuckled. “Whatever. I was just thinking earlier. I know I’m not your first.”

“No,” she said truthfully, pulling back to look cautiously in Rainbow’s eyes. Wearily, she asked, “Rainbow? Does that bother you?”

“Oh, no. I mean... Not like how you think, I think. I mean, it’s not like I’m jealous. It’s just... how do I measure up? I’m not like most of the mares I’ve seen you with the last few years.”

“No, you’re not. You happen to be better than most of the mares you’ve ever seen me with period,” Rarity said firmly, but with a smile. “You’re beautiful, and you can even be kind when you want to be—a feat you should be proud of.”

Rainbow, some of her spirits back, moved in and kissed her. “You’re so encouraging,” she deadpanned. “But... I was kind of thinking about those other mares. How you did... this,” she said awkwardly. Rarity grinned like a wolf.

“I won’t lie to you, Rainbow. But that doesn’t make you lower in my estimation.”

“I mean, they were all experienced and stuff, right? They knew how this whole... thing worked.”

“I would say so, yes,” her smile faded, and her caution returned. “What’s this about, dear? Perhaps you had more on your mind than I anticipated.”

“It’s not just... you bein’ a mare. That’s not it. I...” Rainbow blushed furiously. “I kind of never...”

Rarity put the pieces together. Now she did feel a fool. She had just assumed. “Never?”

Rainbow, ashamed, shook her head.

Rarity hadn’t felt as little like a lady as she did right now in a long time. But she forgave herself; this was a special case. Rainbow’s long absence had been hard on her. It had been far too long.

She knew she’d never see Rainbow coming down, but she still looked out the window and hoped.

It was so close. Rainbow was so close—any moment now, she’d be coming up the stairs. It would be a return to the happy familiar feeling of love.Rarity would feel that warm body against her own again... except that this time, she intended to finally know that body.

The heat in her loins demanded her attention. She gave it, relishing the contact that was no longer delicate. Delicate wasn’t something she could handle right now. Her patience was evaporating, replaced by need. She worked furiously.

She bucked against her hoof, tiny movements in a steady rhythm. She lost track of time; the world consisted of her expert touch and the hot pleasure that eclipsed everything else. She imagined that Rainbow was here, touching down on the boutique’s front step. She could almost hear her walking in, trying to be quiet.

She would come up the stairs, happy to be home. A noise would draw her attention. She would wander what it was.

Rarity moaned, not bothering to control herself. She was beyond caring, and it fed her feverish waking dream.

Rainbow would almost not recognize it, at first. She wouldn't be sure, but something would tell her that it was Rarity. Her heart would beat faster, she would feel like tonight was the night. Her inhibitions rose up, and Rainbow felt afraid, but then she hear Rarity calling her name in that breathy, ecstatic voice and she lost control. There was no way she could stop herself, not now. She could feel that warmth between her hindlegs, feel her wings stiffen—and it felt amazing. She whined almost by instinct, and pushed the door to the bedroom open.

Rarity had her face buried in a pillow, her sex exposed to the night air as she worked furiously. She cried out again, but it was muffled, as if she were biting the pillow or her lip. Rainbow’s heart beat like a drum in her ears.

“R-Rarity?”

Rarity turned, realizing that this was no dream. The slight creak of the stairs hadn't been her overworked imagination. She stopped, slowly shifting till she faced Rainbow. The pegasus’ wings stood rigid and she stared at Rarity’s exposed and damp sex. Rarity grinned.

“Welcome home.”

Rainbow sputtered.

Rarity rose, and walked over to her, shifting her weight so that she sauntered. She made a circle around Rainbow, who’d stopped in the middle of the floor, her tail teasing below Rainbow’s chin.

“I missed you,” she said softly. Rainbow tried to nod. “I mean that in two ways. You know that, I’m assuming, love?”

“I... I’m pretty sure I do.”

And Rarity was kissing her, exploring, forcing her to take a step back. There was a moment of hesitation, and then she was melting, accepting it. They melted together, front hooves wrapped around one another.

But the position was awkward. Rarity pulled away and caught Rainbow’s eyes. “Come to bed, then?”

Rainbow nodded.

Rarity let her go first, pausing as Rainbow climbed on the bed and then looked back questioningly.

And then Rarity was atop her looking down into those eyes. She pressed down, kissing her fiercely, starving for her touch. Her mane fell around them as a canopy as she enjoyed the warm, delicious taste of Rainbow. Her hooves barred Rainbow’s wings from moving, and she could feel the younger mare shaking with nervous energy.

She finally released Rainbow, and they both gasped for breath. Rarity ran a hoof slowly across Rainbow’s cheek.

“Are you ready?”

Rainbow nodded. “Please.”

Rarity loved that breathless voice, with just the right tinge of desperation. It was magnificent.

She lifted herself up and shifted so that she lay at Rainbow’s side, and then scooted down to avoid Rainbow’s wings. Their hindlegs hung off the side of the bed, dangling. Rarity tore her eyes from the length of Rainbow’s form to look her in the eyes as her hoof slid along the inner thigh. Rainbow’s breath came heavy and hard, almost panting but not quite. No, that’s in a moment.

She slid her hoof closer and closer to her ultimate goal—torturously slow, and Rainbow whimpered out.

“Do you have to go slow?”

“Oh, absolutely.” She’d waited months for this. Long, long months. It was going to be exactly like she’d been dreaming about and Dash was just going to have to deal with it. Not that she’d mind in a moment.

Her hoof came at last to Rainbow Dash’s waiting sex, and without breaking the lock she had with Rainbow’s eyes she moved her hoof in circles around the lips. She loved how Rainbow’s eyes went wide with shock, and it drove her on. She brushed along the clitoris at the top of her marehood and Dash fidgeted, not quite bucking against her but wanting to.

Rarity continued, letting her get used to what it felt like to be under her ministrations. This was her first time, and if Rarity had anything to do with it it would be memorable. Light touches grew more firm, and Rainbow bit her lip, refusing to make sound.

“Come now, we’re all alone. Do it. Don’t hold back... I love your voice.”

She shook her head nervously. No amount of purring or coaxing would make her; Rarity could read the embarrassment in her rose eyes.

Fine, then Rarity would make her. She lifted herself up and off the bed, coming to rest between Rainbow’s legs. Rainbow spread them, flushing, and her wings fluttered as best they could in the awkward position. Rarity kissed her inner thigh, waiting for the pleading.

Rainbow held out longer than she expected. She moved her kisses up to where Rainbow’s legs met so slowly, following the meandering path her hoof had pioneered. Rainbow shivered and kept silent as best she could.

She smelled that familiar smell of excitement and it took a surprising amount of self control not to go straight for the prize. But she wanted Rainbow to hold nothing back from her, not right now.

It was so strange. She’d done this many times before, and yet this was different. Nopony had trembled like Rainbow, with a mixture of nervous anxiety and earnest anticipation. It was almost as intoxicating as the scent of excitement in the air. The wait had been worth it.

Suddenly, she kissed Rainbow’s folds lightly, just long enough to taste that strange but not unpleasant acidic taste.

Rainbow finally gasped and released a tiny groan. “Oh... don’t...”

Rarity looked up at her teasingly. “Don’t...?”

“Stop. I... I like it?” Rainbow was still wide-eyed.

It was good enough. Rarity rewarded her, running her tongue along Rainbow’s sex, caressing the lips gently. Deftly, her tongue separated them and lapped at the enticing wetness there. Rainbow finally moaned loudly, and she bucked against Rarity, both hooves resting on her head.

It drove her mad. She teased the folds until Rainbow was frantic, and then moved onto the final goal.

Her tongue found the tiny, sensitive nub that hid from sight and she thought Rainbow was about to die as she shook. “Yes yes yes yes yes yes...” she repeated it over and over, desperate and almost in shock with the intensity of it.

Rarity couldn’t take it anymore. Her own need screamed at her, filling her mind with it’s desperation. She paused for a breath, and spoke shakily. “Dash, scoot up.”

Rainbow removed her hooves from Rarity’s head timidly and obeyed without a word. She was like wax before a candle, totally pliable in Rarity’s hooves.

“Help me, Dash?” she asked, and Rainbow stared, uncertain.

“I... Are you sure? I don’t know how.”

“I can teach you, but it’s not as hard as you think. Just do your best, dear. It’s all I’ve ever asked.” She tried her hardest to sound encouraging, but there was a tinge of whininess there.

She climbed back on the bed, kissing Rainbow. How to explain? “I’ll face away from you. Do you know what I mean, Rainbow?”

“Y-yeah. I’ve wondered about this.”

“Wonder no more.” She had wondered about it as well, in an entirely different way.

She climbed onto Rainbow, pressing their bodies together, and went back to her work.

She felt Rainbow’s tongue tentatively test her slit and she shivered. She kissed Rainbow’s tight inner thigh. She’d work Rainbow back up to a fever pitch all over again, give her time to try her own sex. And Rainbow did try, lapping urgently at Rarity’s marehood. Rarity rewarded her with a low moan and returned the favor, licking aggressively, forcing her tongue deeper between the slit, tasting the acidic fluid there that burned and yet drove her mad with need. Rainbow worked in unison with her own efforts and Rarity gasped. as Rainbow finally found the tiny clitoris and worked her rough tongue over it.

She did the same for Rainbow. The pegasus’ legs tightened around her head, and she lost sight and smell to mad effort. Rainbow spasmed, bucking at her fiercely and trying to pull her in,tightening her legs around Rarity and squeezing. Rarity knew she was close, very close, and she redoubled her efforts as Rainbow’s attempts to satisfy her own needs were interrupted by her crying out. Even this sent warm waves through Rarity, as her hot expelled breath ran over the sensitive and receptive sex

“OH GODDESS!”

It was too much. Rainbow climaxed with something halfway between a moan and a sob, losing her voice to the force of it, still desperately trying to please Rarity.

It was enough. Rainbow’s pleasure drove her over right to the edge and it only took a small push for her own climax to hit, and she mirrored her marefriend’s behavior, panting as it washed over her like a wave, running down her body like electricity and raising goosebumps under her coat. It was both deep and focused and everywhere at once, too intense for words and yet she managed to call out Rainbow’s name.

And then they went limp, panting, and stayed that way for another moment. Rarity, lightheaded, rose and flopped down beside Rainbow. They lay like that for she didn’t know how long, breathing in and out. Rainbow scooted to her, and Rarity wrapped her hooves around her marefriend.

She felt weak, as she always did after. She shivered, the cold in the air finally reaching her again. But she didn’t mind so much. Rainbow had given her a warm glow. The fire had been replaced with a gentle light.

“Hey,” Rainbow whispered. Rarity kissed her on the forehead.

“Hello there.”

“Is it weird that I don’t know why I was ever anxious, but at the same time I still feel like that was the strangest thing I’ve ever done?”

Rarity chuckled and kissed her again, this time finder her lips. It was soft, and made no demands. “We forget how bizarre it is, so no. It’s not.”

Rainbow smiled and nuzzled under her chin. “Did you like it?”

Rarity nodded, finding the edge of the covers with her magic. Carefully, she freed it from under Rainbow’s wings and covered herself and Rainbow, barring out the cold.

Rainbow turned around and scooted closer to her, and they lay quietly for awhile before Rarity spoke again.

“Still afraid?”

“Never said I was afraid, Rares,” Rainbow said, a little of her normal tone creeping into her voice. “But... no. I’m glad.”

She yawned, and Rarity felt her relax as she began to give in to the overwhelming exhaustion that came afterwards.

“Goodnight... Rares. I love you.” It came out mumbled, but Rarity didn't mind.

“Sleep well, love.”

And she lay awake a while longer, with a small smile playing around her lips.