Taking Turns
A knock on the door made Rarity’s stomach stir as she sat waiting for her companion to make her visit. She was sitting in the couch in her parlor with a bottle of Merlot and two scandalously tall glasses, the candlelight casting shadows across the walls. The steady rain was pouring outside with a whistling breeze piercing the night air. There was a sudden knock on the door that made Rarity shoot out of her seat. She had been waiting for her to arrive for a while, eager to help her friend through her troubles and perhaps find some small comforts of her own.
She came to the front door and opened it to reveal Rainbow Dash, drenched to the bone and shivering as she hurried into the boutique.
“Darling, you’re soaked!” Rarity exclaimed. Her horn radiated magical heat as she tried desperately to dry off her friend. Dash shook her head like a wet dog and was breathing heavily.
“I, uh, couldn’t find my umbrella,” she stated simply.
“Oh, this is terrible! Why don’t you come to the bathroom and I can blow you dry with the hairdryer?”
Dash caught the unintended innuendo, but let it pass without remark. “Really, I’m fine. I’m just so happy to see you after everything that’s happened this past week.”
“Indeed,” Rarity agreed. She then used her magic to draw water from the soaking wet Rainbow Dash. Her magic made Dash’s body tingle in a pleasurable way she didn’t expect, and she was sad when Rarity finished.
“Well,” Rarity said, “now you look at least dry enough to come to the parlor without soaking the carpet.” Dash followed Rarity into the dimly lit room and took a seat next to her on the couch. Rarity uncorked the bottle of Merlot and poured a delicate amount of the elixir into each glass. Dash chuckled.
“If we’re gonna be finishing that bottle, you’ll have to pour a lot more than that.”
“Who said we’re going to be depleting this bottle completely?”
“You did when you invited me over. You said ‘Oh, Rainbow Dash. Come with me and drink through this bottle so we might forget our woes.’” Dash’s impression of Rarity was nasally and far too formal, and Rarity chuckled at the bastardization of her own voice.
“Have it your way, then,” she said as she topped the glasses off with the crimson liquid. Rarity held her glass with her magic and passed Dash her own glass, and they clinked the rims together and took a drink. Rarity’s was a healthy sip, but Dash drained half her glass.
“Oh, dear,” Rarity remarked, “you must be really upset about what happened with Applejack.”
“It’s not fair!” Dash moaned. “We’re getting along great, and she gets all huffy and says she needs ‘time to think’ and to give her ‘personal space.’ Come on. If you’re gonna dump somepony, at least say it outright. Don’t tiptoe around the issue like that.”
“You certainly deserve better,” Rarity mused, taking a delicate sip of her wine. She smacked her lips and sat upright. “How were things between you and Applejack when it ended?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it,” Dash muttered.
“Fair enough.”
An awkward silence filled the room.
“I’m sorry,” Dash said. “I’d tell you, but it just happened yesterday and I’m still trying to get back on my hooves. I don’t wanna hide things from you.”
“That’s perfectly fine, darling.”
“Well, what about you?” Dash asked. “What made you want to sit here with me and start drinking?”
Dash’s glass was empty, so Rarity levitated the wine bottle over and refilled it. Dash took a generous gulp and swallowed it nervously.
“My love life hasn’t been satisfactory as of late,” Rarity said. Her voice sounded hollow. “I just don’t seem to understand stallions, and they certainly don’t seem to understand me.”
“That bites.” Dash took another gulp. Rarity now felt inclined to follow suit. “Any stallion come to mind?”
“Hmm…” Rarity said, debating how much she wished to confide in Dash when Dash had said little about herself to start. “I was getting Fancy Pants’ measurements the other day and he started to speak to me in a filthy manner.”
“What did he say?” Dash asked, taking a sip out of excitement.
“Made a comment about how well I handled flanks,” Rarity said, a blush forming on her face. “You can guess what I was measuring at the time. I told him it would be amusing to hear what Fleur De Lis had to think about that comment, but he said they hadn’t talked in weeks.” Rarity’s eyes shifted to the floor and she started to stutter. “It had been a while since any stallion had made a pass at me, in fact not since I broke up with Pokey Pierce two months ago.”
“Oh, no,” Dash groaned. “Rarity hasn’t been hit on in two months. Wonder what that feels like.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Oh my gosh, was that out loud?” Dash cried, covering her mouth. “I’m sorry! That’s just the wine talking. I’m feeling a little out of it.”
“Perhaps you shouldn’t be drinking too fast, darling,” Rarity advised her. Dash scoffed and took another generous sip, but then she held her head and groaned.
“Okay, I’ll stop,” she said. “For now.”
“Yes, dear, give me a chance to catch up,” Rarity said with a wink. Dash chuckled nervously.
“What was it like, dating Pokey?” Dash asked, looking more focused as she listened to Rarity’s story.
“That’s a bit personal, isn’t it?” Rarity replied coyly. “You weren’t so keen on telling me what happened with you and Applejack.”
“I’m not sure if you’d get it,” Dash confided. “I don’t think you know what it’s like dating a mare.”
“I know what it’s like to be a dated mare,” Rarity remarked with a nervous glance. “Isn’t that close enough?”
“Fine,” Dash said, rolling her eyes. “If you really want to know what happened between me and Applejack, I suppose I could tell you.”
“Only if you feel comfortable.”
“Would you make up your mind?” she snapped, glaring at Rarity fiercely. Rarity winced and now questioned if this had been a good idea.
Another awkward silence filled the room.
“Sorry, again,” Dash said. “Geez, this isn’t going so hot.”
“It’s fine, darling,” Rarity said with a smile. “We’re both a little tense at the moment. We wouldn’t be trying to drink our troubles away otherwise.”
“Okay, okay, here’s the thing,” Dash began, setting her drink down on the coffee table. “Applejack always said this was just going to be a little bit of fun between two friends, and I thought that was fine. I didn’t really want anything else at the time that wasn’t physical. But then I started to kinda think we had something special and I got really attached. Is that stupid or what?”
“Not at all. I actually envy your ability to find that in a mare.”
“Wait, what? What are you saying?”
“I’ve never felt that way about anypony,” Rarity said. “I’ve been with many a stallion, and that feeling of attachment you are describing to me has never touched my heart. I’ve always wondered if there was something wrong with me, if I was somehow totally averse to sex of any kind.”
“Maybe you don’t like stallions that way,” Dash suggested with a grin. “Maybe you feel that way about mares.”
Maybe I feel that way about you, Rarity thought, but she wasn’t drunk enough to admit that yet. She tried her best not to stare at Dash as she thought this, afraid her gaze might give it away.
“Well…” Rarity said. “I suppose you might have a point there.”
“Let me ask you this,” Dash said, shifting in the couch to be more comfortable. “What kind of ponies do you think about while taking a hot shower, or a mud bath in the spa, or late at night?”
“You’re going to make me blush,” Rarity said. Indeed, her cheeks were a brighter crimson than the wine in her grasp. She took a sip to settle her nerves.
“I’m serious!” Dash said with a hiccup. “Do you think about mares? Stallions? Your friends? Royalty? What goes through your mind?”
I could tell you what’s going through my mind right now, Rarity thought. She saw herself locking lips with Dash, her drool sliding down her chin, horn glowing with anticipation and cold sweat trickling down her neck.
“I suppose it’s not stallions,” Rarity admitted, and it felt as if a burden had been lifted. “My goodness, I’ve never thought of it like that before.”
“That’s how I figured it out,” Dash said. “I knew I was into mares when I had this crazy dream one night.”
“Oh, really?” Rarity said with a smirk. “And who was in this dream?”
You, Dash thought.
“Applejack.”
“Well, that makes sense. You did decide to ask her out, so it makes sense that you would’ve fantasized about her first. What kind of dirty things were you doing?”
Dash blushed and looked away. “That’s a little personal, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Rarity said, shifting closer to her friend. Her eyes looked a bit dilated and she had a goofy grin on her face. Dash laughed and felt a twinge of nervousness, but didn’t move away. She picked up her glass and drained it, and Rarity happily poured her more, spilling some on the coffee table in her excitement. The bottle was about half empty now, and Rarity figured they’d each had about the same amount of wine.
There was no sound but the pitter patter of rain on the roof of the boutique. The candles were fading and the shadows cast by the two ponies were longer and more intertwined. The shadows looked as though Rarity was resting her head on Dash’s neck.
“Whew, is it getting warm in here, or is it just me?” Dash asked. She could feel a bead of sweat trickling down her cheek. The muggy summer night was indeed making the room warmer, but they both had an inkling that wasn’t the only cause.
“Do you want me to open a window?” Rarity asked softly.
“You don’t have to get up if you don’t want to.”
Rarity slid the window open with her magic. The sound of the rain and wind now echoed louder through the boutique. Dash chuckled.
“Forgot you could do that,” she said.
“I’m no Twilight, but I can do quite a few things with my horn.”
It really is getting hot in here, Dash thought, smiling nervously.
“What did Applejack do to hurt you?” Rarity cooed, gulping down the rest of her wine and refilling her glass liberally.
“Geez, do we really have to talk about that?” Dash asked. “Fine. She kept saying we were good friends and that this was just a fun little thing we did together. I got too into it and wanted to call her my marefriend, but every time I brought it up she got mad and said she wasn’t ready for that kind of relationship. I finally told her to either buck up or leave me alone, and the next day she gave me this long speech about personal space and giving ourselves time to think.”
Dash sighed and stared at the rain down the window. Rarity reached over and stroked her neck.
“That must have felt awful,” she said. “I know I’ve told many a stallion the same thing.”
“Figured you’d be a bit of a heart breaker,” Dash said. “Just look at Spike.”
“That’s not fair!” Rarity cried with a hiccup, pulling her hoof away. “He’s much too young to be considering dating a mare like me. Set him up with Sweetie Belle or Apple Bloom, somepony more age appropriate.” Rarity took a breath and frowned. “Oh, but I suppose I do tease him and flirt with him a little. I can’t help it, it’s not something I can turn off easily.”
Could’ve fooled me, Dash thought, feeling as though Rarity was turning up the charm right now without meaning to.
“So what was this Pokey guy like?” Dash asked. “I heard he was a bit of a stud around town, but nopony’s seen him since you two called it quits.”
“Well, I have to admit that we did sleep together,” Rarity said. “But the whole time my mind was somewhere far away and my heart was cold as ice. There was no thrill, no excitement, no joy in the intercourse. He certainly got something out of it, I could feel that much, but I was left barren.” Rarity held her forehead and bit back a tear.
“What’d you tell him after that?” Dash asked.
“I said this wasn’t working for me and that I couldn’t see him anymore. He got angry and crushed a few of my gems, saying he’s never failed to please a mare and calling me all sorts of homophobic epithets. I couldn’t help but feel as though they were true, and so I threw him out of the boutique out of anger.”
“That’s really harsh,” Dash said. “You must have felt miserable.”
Rarity actually let a tear go. “I just want to love somepony. Is that too much to ask?” Rarity shifted over and rested her head on Dash’s neck, sobbing softly, her body visibly shaking.
Love me, Dash pleaded, but she only stroked Rarity’s mane and held her close. “It’s okay,” she said. “You’ll find that someday.”
“You...you really think so?”
“It’s closer than you think.”
Rarity gazed into Dash’s eyes as if seeing her for the first time. Dash blushed and turned away, but Rarity kept staring, completely forgetting her etiquette. Oh, I could just kiss her right now! she thought, but knew it would be inappropriate. But wasn’t that what Dash had meant when she said it was closer than she thought? Didn’t that mean that Dash was coming onto her?
Rarity was too afraid to ask.
This calls for more alcohol, she thought. She sat up, quickly finished off her glass, and poured another one sloppily. The bottle was about three-fourths gone now, and their heads were buzzing.
“Easy on the booze, Rares,” Dash said with a chuckle. “You trying to get wasted?”
“There are some things I’d rather forget,” she said solemnly.
“Heh, that’s funny. There are some things I wanna remember.”
Kiss her, you fool! Rarity thought. She took a few gulps of the wine and stopped to catch her breath. Dash felt inclined to keep up.
“I’m starting to feel funny,” she said. “You sure this is just wine?”
“The strongest bottle of Merlot I could find,” Rarity explained. “I thought we might need it.”
Oh, Rares, you have no idea what I want to do to you right now.
“How do you think Applejack’s feeling right now?” Rarity asked.
“Why should I care?” Dash asked. “She’s probably being just as much of a prude as she always is. I bet she’s never even touched herself at night. It’s gotta be bone dry down there.”
Rarity took a breath and mused on this image.
“I take it she wouldn’t sleep with you,” she reasoned.
“She barely allowed us to make out,” Dash said. “I should have realized then she wasn’t into me, but I was fooling myself into thinking we had something special.”
I could show you something special, Rarity thought. She took a gulp from her glass and refilled it. There was probably only about a glass or two worth of Merlot left in the bottle, and Rarity was starting to wonder what they would do when the wine ran out. I can think of a few good ideas.
“Rainbow Dash?” Rarity asked, the Merlot finally giving her a small burst of confidence, at least enough to finally voice what she had been thinking all this time.
Dash was terrified by the vulnerability in Rarity’s voice. It was as if she was a child asking for her mother. She smiled and leaned back on the couch. “Yeah?”
“Could you hold me?”
Now Dash’s thoughts were racing. She was sure what was going to happen now, and her heart was pounding with the anticipation. She smirked and tried to play it off.
“Come here,” she said. Rarity shifted closer and rested her head on Dash’s chest, their bodies huddled close together. Dash wrapped her hooves around Rarity’s head. Rarity could feel Dash’s heart pounding and she chuckled.
“Your heart is racing right now,” she said softly. “Mine is, too.”
“Rarity, what’s going on?” Dash asked, hating the childish sound in her own voice. Rarity gazed up at Dash’s fearful expression and gave her a wicked grin.
“You tell me,” she said. She sat up and pressed her lips softly against Dash’s, wrapping her hooves around Dash’s head and pulling her close. Dash’s lips were quivering, and the two just held each other in that position as each waited for the other to acknowledge what was finally happening. Dash pulled away and stared into Rarity’s eyes with a look of fear Rarity had never seen in her before. Rarity panicked.
“Did I overstep my bounds?” she whimpered. “Oh my goodness, Rainbow Dash, I’m ever so sorry! It’s this damned Merlot clouding my judgment. I thought we were getting closer and I took a gamble and now I can see I’ve frightened you. If you want to leave I wouldn’t blame you. Curse me, taking advantage of my friend in a time when we’re both so vulnerable!” Dash grabbed Rarity’s face and pushed her lips against hers again.
Rarity’s stomach seemed to flip upside down, but she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to allow in Dash’s roaming tongue. Their lips parted and came together as they went up for air, a dribble of saliva bridging the gap between them. Dash was shaking as she pulled away again.
“What is happening right now?” she asked, shivering as if she was in the rain again. She quickly drained her glass of wine and held it to Rarity so she could refill it. Rarity poured the rest of the bottle and set it on the floor. The two of them quickly finished their drinks, and Rarity set the glasses aside as well.
“I’m not sure, darling. Do you like it?”
Dash could feel a fire surge in her stomach. Rarity’s vulnerability was extremely attractive.
“Yeah, I do, and that’s what scares me.”
“You? Scared? You’re Rainbow Dash! I didn’t think you were afraid of anything.”
“I’m afraid of this…” Dash looked as though she was ready to flee the boutique altogether. Her wings were twitching and she was eyeing the front door. Rarity gave her a kiss again and she shook, but then her nerves settled and they sank deeper into the couch. Rarity climbed up and straddled Dash, and the two of them sank deeper into the couch under the combined weight. Dash ran her hooves through Rarity’s mane and pulled her closer. Dash broke the kiss and lightly nipped on Rarity’s neck, which made her shudder and giggle a bit.
“That tickles,” she said, but that wasn’t the only tingling sensation she was feeling.
“Rarity,” Dash said in about as serious a tone as Rarity had ever heard from her. “I want to do some things for you right now that I think you’re gonna like, and then I want you to do some things to me.”
Rarity felt fear and excitement course through her veins. “W-whatever do you mean, darling?”
Dash made no reply except for to kiss her again. Rarity gladly welcomed Dash’s tongue and played with it with her own. Dash stuck her tongue so far in she could brush it against Rarity’s teeth, which felt a little uncomfortable. Rarity mumbled a bit and Dash stopped.
She eyed the white horn protruding from Rarity’s forehead. It wasn’t what she had initially had in mind, but a little foreplay never hurt anypony. That is, if that’s even sexy for a unicorn. Oh, well, worth a shot. She brought her hoof up to Rarity’s horn and began to stroke it. Rarity grinned and shuddered under the contact.
“Darling, what are you doing?” she asked, giggling.
“Guess you could call it hornplay,” Dash responded with a grin. “Does this even do anything for you?”
You have no idea! Rarity thought.
“It tickles,” she said with a guffaw. “Yes, yes, I suppose it does.” She was blushing, and could feel her body heating up with anticipation.
Dash leaned up to the horn and kissed it delicately. She was shocked how the appendage felt against her lips, hard and ribbed and surprisingly warm.
“Wow, Rarity, your horn is amazing,” she said between kisses.
“What do you mean?” Rarity asked.
“It’s so long and hard…”
“I see,” she mused, feeling as though she would melt under Dash’s touch. “I’ve never told a stallion that, about his horn or otherwise.”
“Ha ha. Gotcha,” Dash said, licking Rarity’s horn and wrapping her mouth around it. She could swear it was pulsating, but maybe that was just blood flowing through it. Is it really that much like a cock? she wondered, but didn’t let that distract her from tantalizing Rarity.
And Rarity was tantalized. She had half a mind to start masturbating, but figured she would leave those honors to Rainbow Dash if that’s what she had in mind. Rarity desperately hoped she had that in mind. She gasped and cooed as Dash rubbed her horn with her hooves.
“Dash, it’s too much,” Rarity whispered, and Dash stopped.
“Sorry!” she sputtered. “Am I making you feel weird?”
“It’s a good weird,” Rarity said with a devilish grin, “but you’re driving me insane, and I want you to do what you originally had in mind.”
“Fair enough,” Dash said with a wink, giving the horn one more kiss for good measure. She returned to kissing Rarity on the lips, her hoof traveling down Rarity’s white body, down her chest, against her waist, and finally resting on Rarity’s loins.
“Oh my,” Rarity cooed. “This is wonderful…”
“Shh…” Dash said, placing her other hoof on Rarity’s lips. Rarity started sucking on it, which Dash figured was the signal to go ahead.
She slowly ran her hoof up and down Rarity’s crotch and could already start to feel moisture gathering there, which told her above all else that Rarity was enjoying every minute of this. Rarity’s moans were muffled by their kissing, but Dash pulled away and let them enter the air while she rubbed her more vigorously. Rarity was struggling to breathe under the shock of the pleasure, but her gasping made Dash eager to continue. She pushed her hoof as far in as she could, rubbing the sensitive area inside Rarity and causing her to cry out.
“Dash,” she gasped, breathing heavily. “Dash, what are you...what are you going to do…” The last word degraded into a moan as Dash rubbed her clit. Rarity thrust her hips into Dash’s leg, up near her thigh and quite close to her own crotch. She could tell she was staining the couch and wondered briefly if Rarity would mind. Rarity gasped again, and Dash concluded she clearly wouldn’t.
With a surprising show of strength for a disoriented, inebriated mare, Dash lifted Rarity and laid her down on the couch. Rarity’s hind legs were spread wide open, as she was eager for Dash to continue her work, but Dash had something else in mind. She slowly moved down the couch, kissing Rarity’s body and working her way down her chest, her navel, and finally her thighs. Rarity could anticipate what was coming next, and she was so eager for it she was afraid she would climax before Dash could even begin.
Dash wouldn’t let that happen, so she wasted no more time and probed Rarity with her tongue. Licking her and kissing her made Rarity gyrate in spite of herself. This was making Dash’s job harder, so Dash pinned her legs down with her strong hooves. She spread Rarity’s legs further open so she could get down inside of her. She played with Rarity’s clit with her tongue, sucking on it like it was a source of nourishment.
“Dash! Dash! Aaahhh…” Rarity cried. Her legs threatened to close, but Dash’s hold on her was strong enough to keep her spread open. Rarity tasted salty, and the heat from the area radiated in Dash’s mouth. The moisture leaking from Rarity was sticking to her lips, so she licked it clean quickly before probing Rarity again.
Rarity cursed and gripped the couch with her hooves, moaning and panting as she could feel herself getting ready to climax. Dash was relentless, sucking on her, letting the heat wash over her snout and only occasionally coming up for air. Before too long, Rarity let out a high-pitched cry and started gasping more heavily. Dash was surprised at how loud she was and was almost afraid the neighbors might want to investigate. Boy, would we have some explaining to do.
Rarity’s breathing slowed back to normal and she stopped gyrating. She could feel sweat trickling down her neck now that she was no longer being stimulated. Her mane was completely frazzled after being rubbed into the back of the couch. Dash finally pulled away, using her hoof to wipe Rarity clean. Rarity snatched Dash’s hoof and pulled her on top of her, kissing her deeply and able to taste her own fluids on Dash’s tongue.
“Rainbow Dash, you goddess!” Rarity cried as she broke the kiss. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Um...it’s complicated,” Dash said. “I don’t really want to tell you right now. Did you enjoy it?”
“Enjoy it?” Rarity asked. “Nopony’s touched me like that before. It was arousing. It was thrilling. You were absolutely magnificent.” Rarity couldn’t help but kiss Dash again, grasping at her mane and pulling her down on top of her. She grinded her hips into Dash’s and could feel that she was ready to receive what she had just given.
“Forgive my bluntness,” Rarity said, “but I’ve had stallions do that to me before, and they’ve never even come close to making me feel like that. I’ve had to fake my way through an orgasm just to keep from embarrassing them.”
“That’s terrible!” Dash said. “You’re definitely a fillyfooler then. If no stallion can make you feel like that, and a lousy mare like me can, you’re into mares for sure.”
“Lousy? Rainbow Dash, my dear, you’re gorgeous and quite the generous lover. You have nothing to feel ashamed of.”
“Generous, huh?” Dash asked with a smirk. “I suppose you’d know a thing or two about that.”
“Oh, yes,” Rarity moaned saucily. “Now, my dear, I believe I owe you something.” Her serious tone returned. “I’m afraid I’ve never done that sort of thing to a mare before, so I don’t know how effective I’ll be.”
“Rarity,” Dash said. “You’re so hot, you’re going to get me to cum even if you totally suck at doing this. You know what you’re aiming for, right? You felt me do it to you just now.”
“I believe I have an idea where to start,” Rarity said. “Please promise you’ll forgive my sloppy approach.”
“Oh, there won’t be a reason for forgiveness when you’re done with me.”
“Mm, I like that,” Rarity said. She kissed Dash softly and toyed with her messy mane. Is this going to work? Rarity wondered. Dash had played with her horn, a unicorn’s most unique feature, and quite the erogenous zone. Rarity could only guess that pegasi had a similar reaction to wingplay. She trailed her kisses down Dash’s neck and back and finally took a chance and nipped at her left wing. Dash hissed and slammed her hoof on the couch.
“Did I do something wrong?” Rarity asked, pulling away to face Dash.
“No, you’re doing something right,” Dash explained. “Do you know how good that feels?”
“I can’t say,” Rarity replied. “I’m not a pegasus.”
“Just shut up and keep doing that. Here.” Dash pushed Rarity off the couch and turned so she was lying on her stomach. “Should be easier now.”
“All right. I’m warning you, though, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Rarity, stop talking.”
Rarity gasped and giggled as she straddled Dash’s back and took another playful nip at her wing. Dash shuddered and moaned into the pillow her head was resting on. Rarity saw that a few of Dash’s feathers were out of place from the rain pounding on them, so she gently tugged them back into place.
“Are you preening me right now?” Dash mumbled.
“I suppose I am,” Rarity said, tugging at a particularly stubborn feather and making Dash’s whole body shudder.
“Dear Celestia, yes. Don’t stop!”
Rarity had no intention of doing that, so she went to work, pulling on Dash’s feathers with her teeth. In her carelessness and sloppy approach, she ended up yanking a few feathers off by mistake. It stung for Dash when she did that, but somehow it was making her feel even more excited. Rarity sucked on the outer wings once most of the feathers were in place, and Dash pounded the couch with her hoof again. She was grunting into the pillow, and Rarity almost wanted to hear them at full volume.
She smiled wickedly and tried to nip at the area between the wings, and Dash actually hollered so suddenly that Rarity was afraid she had hurt her. She pulled away, but noticed the stain on her couch emanating from Dash’s crotch. She smiled, knowing she had to be doing something right for that kind of a reaction. She toyed with the center of Dash’s wings again, biting down a little harder than before. If she had to guess, Dash was particularly more sensitive to this kind of stimulation than, say, Fluttershy was. At the spa, Fluttershy commonly got this preening work done while Rarity had her horn filed, and she shuddered a bit, but not nearly as much as Dash was doing.
She finally became sick of the anticipation of what she wanted to do to Dash and poked at Dash’s shoulder.
“Turn back around, dear,” Rarity said. “Any more, and I’m afraid you’ll climax before we’re even ready for the main event.”
“You’re probably right,” Dash said. Rarity rose from the couch, allowing Dash to turn over. Her cheeks were bright red and there was sweat trickling down her forehead. Rarity licked her forehead clean, the sweat tasting salty on her tongue.
Rarity was now ready to play with Dash in a far more intimate area. Having reluctantly been with a few stallions, she was tempted to rush this and get Dash to climax as soon as possible, but she realized the payoff would be so much greater if she took it slow. As she straddled Dash and kissed her, Dash was grinding her hips against hers, and Rarity realized that slow wasn’t exactly in Dash’s vocabulary. She’ll just have to be patient. Now, if only I could be patient as well…
Rarity softly bit at Dash’s neck, figuring the tough mare liked a little bit of rough play. Dash’s eager moans confirmed this. Rarity nibbled on Dash’s neck some more and rubbed her chest with her hooves, kneading it as if she were giving her a massage.
“Rarity, what are you waiting for?”
“Patience, darling,” Rarity said, slowly lowering her kisses to Dash’s chest. She bit at the tufts of fur sticking out from Dash’s chest and tugged on them playfully, causing her to gasp. Dash breathed heavily and rocked her hips against Rarity’s chest. Rarity could feel Dash’s moisture begin to get her chest wet, and she made a mental note to make Dash lick her clean later. She stroked Dash’s thigh with her hoof and prodded her with some force.
“Are you a bit of a masochist?” Rarity whispered between kisses.
“Speak Equestrian,” Dash moaned.
“Do you like it when I hurt you?”
“Yes!” Dash cried. “I do…”
Rarity smacked Dash’s thigh and she moaned with delight.
“I want to hear you holler my name,” Rarity hissed.
“Rarity!”
“Not yet!” she said quickly. “Wait until you really feel it.”
“Feel what?” Dash asked. Rarity buried her snout in Dash’s loins, and Dash moaned as Rarity toyed with her. She was licking rather sloppily at what she thought was the right area, but it was hard to analyze Dash’s anatomy when she was bucking against her face. Rarity tried to hold down Dash’s legs, but the strong pegasus could not be settled down so easily. Rarity bit her to get her to stop squirming, and Dash cried out in pain.
“What are you doing?” she groaned.
“You have to keep still if you want this to work,” Rarity said.
“That’s gonna be pretty hard,” Dash warned her.
“You’re a strong mare,” Rarity said. “Hold yourself steady while I work my magic.”
“You’re magic...oh, sweet Celestia, your magic!” Rarity’s horn glowed and pinned Dash’s legs down on the couch with such force that Dash could no longer move the lower half of her body. Rarity, feeling devilish, sent a burst of magic into Dash’s loins. Dash cried out so forcefully that Rarity was afraid she’d actually hurt her.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“I’ve felt worse,” Dash said, “but maybe just stick with your tongue.”
“Fair enough,” Rarity said, though she didn’t quite abide by that. While she toyed with Dash with her tongue, she used magical tendrils to massage Dash’s thighs.
“Oh, dear Celestia, Rarity, don’t stop,” Dash hissed. Rarity buried her snout deeper and lapped at Dash vigorously. She could taste Dash’s surprisingly spicy fluids and felt her mouth was going to burn off from the intense heat. It’s okay, Rarity, it’s just like a stallion. Rarity knew how it felt to have a stallion’s hard cock thrust into her mouth unexpectedly, once nearly breaking a tooth, so she figured she could handle Dash spreading a little heat in her face.
Pretty soon Dash was spreading more than that. She tried to thrust forward as she started to squirt into Rarity’s mouth, but her muscles were locked in place.
“Ease up on the restraints!” Dash cried, and Rarity pulled back some magic so Dash could move her hips again. Dash hollered as she thrust forward, and Rarity had no choice but to pull her mouth away and finish her off with her hoof.
“Rarity!” Dash cried, this time really meaning it. “Oh, Rarity!” But just as quickly as it had come, Dash could feel her climax waning, and her heart rate returned to normal as she laid exhausted on the couch, gasping for air. Rarity crawled back up to her face and kissed her gently.
“That was some workout,” Dash said. “I feel like I just flew a mile.”
“In a way, you did,” Rarity said with a wink. Dash chuckled and the two of them kissed more deeply.
“Now that I’ve sufficiently pleasured you,” Rarity said, “I feel as though I deserve an answer to my question from earlier.”
“What question?”
“About where you learned to make love like that!” Rarity cried. “Your tongue was working wonders on me, and when I asked where you learned that, you wouldn’t say.”
“Oh, you want to know that…” Dash mumbled. She smiled up at Rarity. “Okay, fine. But you have to answer a question for me in return.”
“Fair enough,” Rarity said, kissing Dash softly on the lips. Dash pulled her close and sucked hard against Rarity’s mouth, but Rarity pulled away.
“Right,” Dash said. “Well...um, I learned to do things like that quite a while ago. Back in flight school, actually.”
“And with whom did you learn that?” Rarity pondered.
“Don’t tell her I said this,” Dash said, “but I was rooming with Fluttershy, and she was curious. I had come to the dorm a little drunk. I don’t know where her mind was to ask me to do something like that, but she looked really curious, and we just kinda had this thing where I practiced on her a few times.”
“Oh?” Rarity asked. “What was that like?”
“I couldn’t tell how much she liked it,” Dash said, “because she’s so quiet I could barely hear her moaning. She kept telling me she enjoyed it, but maybe she was just trying to be nice.”
“I’m sure Fluttershy wouldn’t have said that without meaning it,” Rarity said. “Um...did she ever, you know...return the favor?”
“I said one question!” Dash whined, but then gave Rarity a wink. “Fine. Well...she was too scared to do something like that to me. Probably afraid she would disappoint me, even though I was no more experienced than she was. So she never did. I wonder if she thinks about me and wonders if she owes me something…”
“Do you want that from her?” Rarity asked.
“Well...I used to,” Dash admitted, blushing.
“What changed?” Rarity asked.
“Tonight did.”
“Really?” Rarity wondered, feeling as giddy as a schoolfilly.
“Yeah. Now that we’ve been together, I think I can say I’m pretty satisfied in that department.”
I know what my question is now, Dash realized. She cleared her throat, and Rarity was eyeing her carefully, her ears perked up.
“Rarity…” Dash said, hesitating. “Was this just a one-time thing, or are we going to keep fooling around like this?”
“Rainbow Dash,” Rarity said, trying to hide her nervousness. “This is a bit sudden.”
Dash was already bracing herself to be hurt. Hadn’t she done enough to make Rarity happy? That hornplay had certainly been a big hit, hadn’t it? And didn’t she like what came after that?
“Okay, darling. Let’s try it,” Rarity said, smiling. “I’d like to see where this takes us. I enjoyed myself immensely tonight, more than I ever expected, and I would love to do this again.”
Dash almost felt like crying as Rarity kissed her passionately. She ran her hooves through Dash’s mane and probed her with her tongue, and Dash almost thought Rarity meant she wanted to do this again right now. Dash pulled away with a smile.
“I’m feeling pretty tuckered out right now,” Dash said. “I could crash for a few hours, and then maybe we could get at it again.”
“Sounds tempting,” Rarity said. “Would you like to come up to bed with me?”
“Are you kidding? Duh.”
Rarity chuckled and led Dash up the stairs into her bedroom. Unlike downstairs, there were no candles casting shadows in the room and no fragrance in the air. They tucked themselves into bed on top of the covers, letting the warm summer breeze flow across their spent bodies.
“Whoever wakes up first gets first dibs,” Dash said. Rarity laughed and gave her a kiss, biting her lip playfully.
“Goodnight, Rainbow Dash,” she said, shutting her eyes and laying on her side.
“Night, Rares,” Dash said, wrapping her hoof around Rarity and falling asleep almost immediately. Her snoring made Rarity chuckle, and she hoped she would be able to fall asleep for a little while before the next time they wanted to make love.