> In Potio Veritas
>  by Thimblefull
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> In Potio Veritas
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Twilight frowned. "What? Why would you need a love potion, Fluttershy?"

Fluttershy pawed at the ground and tried to think of a plausible excuse. "Well, it's... animal breeding season? And, um, the animals haven't been getting along. So, I thought I would, um, help?"

Twilight chuckled. "Okay, I get the picture, you don't need to get any more detailed. It just so happens I was doing some research on love potions—I can mix you up a batch. This won't be a compulsion, though. Just something to lower inhibitions, encourage pre-existing attractions. That sort of thing."

"That sounds like salt. Couldn't I just use salt, then?" Fluttershy asked.

Twilight shrugged. "The effects are similar, I suppose? But the potion's more powerful, more specific, and it doesn't give you a hangover. And salt only works on ponies, too—you're not going to be using this potion on ponies, right?" She laughed.

Fluttershy giggled nervously and tried to hide behind her own mane. "Right. Of course not," she said. "That would mean I had somepony I liked. Which I don't. Nope. Not at all."


~~~


Fluttershy stood in front of Carousel Boutique. Her saddlebags held a flask of love potion and... something special. She took a deep breath.

You can do this, Fluttershy, she told herself. All you have to do is go in there and tell her how you feel. Even though she's the prettiest mare in Ponyville, and you're just... Fluttershy.

She hunched her shoulders and pawed at the ground. Oh, I can't do this! No. Be strong, Fluttershy. Be confident. Be... Before she could overthink it, she walked up and rapped on the door. Immediately she hopped back and crouched on the ground. Oh, this was a mistake.

After a moment, Rarity's voice came from the other side of the door. "I'm sorry, we're cl—Fluttershy, is that you?" She pushed open the door. "Fluttershy, darling, how good to see you! Although I must admit to some surprise. Why are you here so late? Is something wrong?"

Fluttershy raised her head, though she didn't look Rarity in the eye. "No, um, nothing's wrong. It's just, I was hoping I could stay here for the night? You see, Angel wanted the cottage to himself for the night. He has a lady bunny coming over, and..." She trailed off. "And. Yes. I'm sorry, this was a silly idea, I should go somewhere else—"

"Nonsense, dear, you're welcome to stay the night," Rarity said. "Although I do wish you wouldn't let Angel make such demands. He's your pet, not the other way around."

Fluttershy blushed. "Well, he's not just a pet, he's also a friend. And, you know, I wanted to give him some privacy." Truth be told, there was more than one lady bunny involved. Fluttershy had left a dish of love potion out on the porch; apparently there were more bunnies living nearby than she had thought, and apparently several of them already had a "pre-existing attraction" to Angel. Fluttershy had opened the cottage door, taken one look inside, yelped, and run away.

Fluttershy coughed and felt her blush deepen. "I... I just wouldn't want to interrupt anything. With Angel. That would be rude."

Rarity shrugged. "I suppose so. Come in, please." She pulled the door the rest of the way open and led Fluttershy inside. "I have a kettle of tea brewing, by the way," she added. "Would you like a cup?"

"Oh, that would be wonderful," Fluttershy said. "Um, Rarity, is there anywhere I could set down my saddlebags?"

Rarity smacked herself in the forehead. "Ah, yes, how rude of me. The guest room. May I take your bag?" With her magic, she started to pull Fluttershy's saddlebag off.

Fluttershy let out a little squeak. "No! I mean, no, Rarity, I can do it myself. Um, you just get the tea, and I'll go put my bag away. Where's the guest room?"

Rarity cocked an eyebrow. "It's just up the stairs, first door on the right. Right next to my own bedroom. Are you quite sure everything is all right, Fluttershy?"

"Yes!" Fluttershy squeaked. "Yes, everything's fine! I'll go put my bag away, and you just go get us some tea. Nice, safe, delicious tea. Um—if that's what you want to do! I wouldn't want to order you around, or anything. I'm sorry!"

Rarity cut her off with a hoof over her lips. "Fluttershy, dear," she said, "please don't be so anxious. You can put your bag away, and I'll get us some tea, and then we can talk about... about whatever it is which has you in such a state." She gave Fluttershy a quick nuzzle, then went off to the kitchen.

"I'm not in a state," Fluttershy mumbled, too late and too quiet for Rarity to hear. "Or if I am, it's because of you, Rarity." She turned and went up the stairs.

In the guest room, Fluttershy shucked off her saddlebag. Sparing a quick, nervous glance to make sure Rarity hadn't followed her up, she unbuttoned the bag and pulled out a flat, square bottle of glowing purple fluid.

This was it. The love potion. It would tell her how Rarity truly felt. Fluttershy took a deep breath. I know Rarity likes me as a friend, but I have to see if she likes me as anything more than that. It's not bad. Like Twilight said, all it does is "lower inhibitions" and "encourage pre-existing attraction." That's okay, right?

Fluttershy watched the potion slosh around in its little bottle. You know, she thought, maybe I should take some. So I don't... back down. Again. Like I always do.

Fluttershy nodded to herself. Gripping the bottle between her two front hooves, she took the cork in her mouth and yanked until it popped free. Without further hesitation, she upturned the bottle and swallowed half its contents with a single glug.

The potion was thick and a little slimy in her mouth, but the taste was nice—something fruity? Fluttershy licked her lips and tried to place the flavour. Not strawberries. Maybe cherries, but... lighter, more floral. She shrugged, stuck the cork back in the bottle, and tucked it under one wing. Maybe Rarity could figure it out.

A hot prickle ran down Fluttershy's spine. Was that the potion starting to work its magic, or just another manifestation of her nervousness? Fluttershy shrugged to herself. The die was cast. She made her way down the stairs and back to Rarity. Now, how to get Rarity to drink her half of the potion? She decided to go with the classic. 

Fluttershy entered the room and tripped—"tripped"—crashing into the table on the way to the floor. Tea splashed everywhere, and Fluttershy winced at the sound of breaking porcelain. She'd make it up to Rarity.

"My goodness!" Rarity exclaimed. "Fluttershy, are you okay?"

Fluttershy got back to her hooves. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. You know me, so clumsy. I'll go get us some more tea!"

"That's quite all right, dear, I can—"

"No, I insist! After all, I spilled it, I should get more tea!" Each time Fluttershy moved, she could hear the potion sloshing in its half-empty bottle, and she spoke loudly to try and cover the noise. Fluttershy's grin felt wrong, almost manic, but she had to keep Rarity from noticing.

Rarity chuckled nervously. "Ha, I suppose I'll just clean this up, then?"

"Um, yes, that would be good," Fluttershy said. "Tea!"

She scurried into the kitchen, grabbed a new pair of teacups, and poured more tea. Then, with shaking hooves, she poured the rest of the love potion into one of the teacups.

She put the teacups on a tray, balanced the tray between her shoulderblades, and carried it into the dining room, back to Rarity. Fluttershy could feel a drop of sweat rolling down her face. "H-here, Rarity, here's your tea," she said, passing Rarity the be-potioned cup.

"Ah, lovely," Rarity said. She took a sip. "Hmm, is that honey?"

"Yes! Yes, I put some honey in your tea."

Rarity smiled. "How nice, I thought I was out of honey."

"Yes! You were out of honey, but I... brought some with me?" A hot prickling ran down Fluttershy's back. Her mouth kept moving, without waiting to consult her brain. "Yes, I brought some honey with me, because you're... so... sweet." She trailed off. Oh my gosh I actually said that.

Rarity tilted her head. "Why... thank you, Fluttershy. That's very kind of you to say." She took another swig of tea. "But I shan't be distracted by compliments! I'm worried about you, Fluttershy. Letting Angel kick you out of your own house?"

Fluttershy smiled. "It's really not a big deal. He had things to do, and, um, I didn't want to be a bother." The prickling down her back intensified, a hot itch between her wings, and it made Fluttershy want to tell all of her fantasies to the beautiful mare in front of her. "You know, I'm sure we could find something to do, Rarity. We could—mmph!" Fluttershy covered her mouth with her hooves.

Rarity frowned. "I'm not quite sure what you're suggesting."

"Nothing! I'm not suggesting anything! I'msorryRarity! I'vegottago! I'lljustbeamoment!" Fluttershy flew up the stairs as fast as her wings could carry her. She hurtled into the guest bedroom and slammed the door behind herself.

She sank back against the door. This isn't working. I'm still too nervous. Maybe... She turned toward the saddlebag. Maybe it's time. I'll show Rarity how much I want her.

Fluttershy opened her saddlebag, stowed the empty potion bottle, and pulled out her secret weapon. As she made her preparations, the tingling began to subside. It became less of a hot pins-and-needles feeling, and more of a soothing warmth. It felt... safe. Friendly. Like a little magic hug, telling her that yes, she could do this.

Finally Fluttershy was ready. She took a deep breath, and began the long walk back to Rarity.

Photo Finish had had lots of dresses for her to wear. But no matter how well-tailored they'd been, they always felt like they were for another pony.

This wasn't a dress, though. These... were socks.

The socks were sleek, hugging the curves and planes of Fluttershy's legs. Pale blue, edged with lace and spotted with tiny butterflies. She'd never been photographed in these; they were too risqué. But she'd kept them. And now she wore them down to Rarity. And she felt...

She felt ready.

She walked into the room. Rarity turned to face her, and Fluttershy noted that she'd finished her tea. Now's my chance. She took a deep breath. "Rarity," she said, "do you think I'm pretty?"

Rarity looked at Fluttershy and cocked an eyebrow. "My dear, it's not a matter of opinion. You were a model, for Celestia's sake, however short-lived that career might have been. Are you that unsure of yourself, that you need me to tell you? Very well, then: you're beautiful, Fluttershy." She nodded firmly. "And I must say, those socks look quite marvelous on you. Are you preparing for anything special? Is that why you've been so on-edge?"

Fluttershy smiled, and her knees went shaky. "Thank you, Rarity." She moved closer. She could smell Rarity, a mix of a dozen different spices and soaps and perfumes combining to make one perfect whole. "Yes, in fact, I am preparing for something special. For somepony special. You, Rarity. I want you to make love to me."

Rarity didn't respond, and Fluttershy knew in an instant that she'd failed. The potion's warmth was replaced by a swift chill, her knees gave way, and she sank to the ground. I was wrong. Rarity doesn't like me that way. Oh, and I tried so hard! She could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

Fluttershy heard the soft clink of a teacup being set down, and then she felt a soft touch on her shoulder and looked up. Though her vision was distorted by unshed tears, she could see Rarity. "Fluttershy, dear," Rarity said, "please don't cry."

Fluttershy's tears overspilled their bounds. "But I was so stupid! I came here hoping you would say you liked me in—in the same way I like you! And you don't, you just like me as a friend, and I don't blame you if you don't like me at all, after this."

Rarity's hoof stroked back and forth down Fluttershy's spine. "And how, pray tell, do you know that I only like you 'as a friend'?"

Fluttershy sniffled. "It wasn't h-h-honey in your tea. It was love potion. I tried to enchant you, Rarity, I'm such a horrible pony—"

Rarity chuckled. "I thought it tasted familiar. Ha, I'm afraid love potion doesn't have much of an effect on me anymore—I've developed something of a tolerance. Overexposure, you see. Spike kept trying to dose me with potion." She shook her head. "Uselessly, I might add. He is a dear, but I can't say I'm attracted to him, even with a potion's influence."

She leaned in closer and nipped at Fluttershy's ear. Fluttershy squeaked, and Rarity giggled.

"You, though? I must confess to a certain level of... interest, let us say. As I said before, Fluttershy, you're a very attractive mare."

She nipped again at Fluttershy's ear. Fluttershy felt the heat of the potion's magic returning—and with it, a certain other heat entirely her own. Oh, she wanted nothing more than to roll over and bare herself to Rarity and let Rarity do... oh, whatever she wanted to do. She opened her mouth to gasp out something to that effect, but Rarity pulled back and placed a silencing hoof over Fluttershy's mouth.

"I want to be frank with you, Fluttershy," Rarity said. "My preferences run more towards stallions than mares, and I consider us friends above all. I would not ruin our friendship for the sake of fleeting pleasure—however, mmm, tempting such a prospect might be.

"But I must admit to a certain attraction to you, nonetheless." Rarity's mouth curved into a wicked smile. "And really, what sort of friend would I be, to leave you in such a state? It would be unbearably cruel, don't you think?"

Fluttershy whimpered. "Then, do you mean—"

"As long as we agree that this is just a little fun between friends... well, I have no objections. Shall we begin?"

Fluttershy squeaked in assent, then in surprise, as Rarity turned and began to walk away. "Wait, Rarity! Where are you going?"

Rarity looked over her shoulder, her eyelashes fluttering and her smile so devilishly tempting. "I'm going up to my bedroom, of course. Aren't you going to come?" Fluttershy blushed again, and Rarity chuckled. "Well, of course you are. But what I mean is, aren't you going to follow me upstairs. The bed will be far more comfortable, I'm sure, than the floor of my dining room." She smiled and looked at Fluttershy with a smouldering, half-lidded gaze. "Unless you'd like something a little rougher, that is."

Fluttershy could feel her blush. It wasn't just her cheeks; surely by now she was a bright pink from nose to tail. "No, Rarity, the bedroom will be fine." A little prickle of boldness prodded her onwards. "For tonight, at least. We can save roughness for another time."

Rarity laughed—not one of her dignified little giggles, but a full-throated belly-laugh. "My, my, aren't we getting ahead of ourselves? How much potion did you drink, Fluttershy?"

"Um, about half the bottle."

"And you haven't leapt on me already? What restraint you show!"

Fluttershy blushed again. "I just... I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do."

"I assure you, Fluttershy, I want to do this very much. I want to do you very much, I should say." She started up the stairs again, her tail swishing flirtily from side to side. "Now, Fluttershy, follow." Fluttershy didn't even think of disobeying: she bounded up the stairs with a happy squeak, nearly tripping on the last step, and followed Rarity into her bedroom.

Rarity gestured to her bed, a luxurious four-poster, and Fluttershy obediently pushed down the covers and crawled in. Her body felt hot all over, every nerve tingling with awareness.

Rarity took a deep breath. "Fluttershy, again: I don't want to lead you on. While I am perfectly willing—even eager, to be honest—to provide you with some comfort tonight... I do not know how well a relationship might work between us. We are friends, and I dearly hope that we shall always remain friends. Anything more than that... anything more, we'll have to discuss. In the morning. When your dose of potion has worn off, and I"—she gritted her teeth for a moment—"and I am not so very distracted by the imminent prospect of ravishing you."

Fluttershy was almost panting, and her blood was pounding in her ears—I'm so close—but she heard Rarity. "I understand, Rarity. This is just for fun, right? I value our friendship, too, more than I'd value anything physical."

Rarity nodded. "Then, if we're both clear... shall I begin?"

Fluttershy could barely restrain her moans. "Oh yes please please yes!"

Rarity cut her off with a light kiss to the lips. Then she pulled away and kissed Fluttershy on the neck, then down her chest, leaving a tingling trail down Fluttershy's body.

Fluttershy's breath caught in her throat as Rarity kissed her belly. Then lower—but not low enough. Rarity traced her tongue across the top of Fluttershy's thighs, nipped lightly at her tender, sensitive skin, but she wasn't doing what Fluttershy really wanted her to do. Fluttershy squirmed underneath Rarity's hooves, trying to bring her hips under Rarity's tongue, but Rarity giggled and pulled away. She darted back in, planting more kisses on Fluttershy, but none where they were needed most.

Fluttershy whimpered. Can't she see how wet I am? "Rarity," she whispered, "can't you just... you know, go ahead?"

Rarity giggled. "Of course, my dear."

Fluttershy closed her eyes and arched her back. She felt Rarity's tongue tracing the insides of her thighs, closer and closer, and then—

And then there was absolutely nothing. Fluttershy let out a little cry of frustration and sat up, to see Rarity nonchalantly inspecting her hooves. "What are you doing, Rarity?" she yelled. "Was that it?!" Rarity looked at her with bored eyes, unaffected by what Fluttershy had thought to be a truly fearsome scream.

"Fluttershy, my dear," Rarity said, "you are entirely too eager." Apparently judging her hooves to have passed whatever inspection she'd given them, she dropped one hoof to Fluttershy's back leg and began stroking it through the sock. "Now, I could be quick," Rarity continued. "Celestia knows you're ready for it." Rarity's hoof moved up to Fluttershy's thigh, and the pressure increased. "But you know what, Fluttershy? That would be too easy."

Rarity's eyes were no longer bored; they were full of hunger. Fluttershy let out a little eep, half in fear, half in overwhelming arousal.

Rarity's hoof dug into the thick muscle of Fluttershy's thigh. "I don't want you merely content, Fluttershy. I don't want you satiated."

Rarity lifted her hoof, then finally dragged it ever-so-lightly across Fluttershy's soaked slit. Fluttershy arched her back and couldn't hold back her moans of, "Oh, please more, Rarity, please."

Rarity crawled up Fluttershy's body to run her tongue along the edge of her ear. Her hoof kept up those touches, almost too light for Fluttershy to feel, but so maddeningly promising. Rarity whispered into Fluttershy's ear, her breath tickling. "I want you exhausted. Fluttershy, I am going to ruin you."

Fluttershy twisted her neck around, her movements clumsy, and kissed Rarity. Rarity pressed forward with her tongue, and ground her hoof against Fluttershy's clit, and Fluttershy lost herself in the twinned sensations of Rarity's lips and hooves. Fluttershy's mind was whited out with orgasm, and she could do nothing but gasp her joy into Rarity's open mouth.



After what was simultaneously an eternity and nowhere near long enough, Rarity pulled away. Fluttershy felt suddenly self-conscious, aware of the powerful musk of spent arousal and the sheen of drying sweat across her coat, but Rarity didn't seem to mind. She kissed her way down Fluttershy's body, making little sounds of contentment as she went.

Fluttershy shifted on the bed. "Th-that was wonderful, Rarity," she said.

Rarity looked up from between Fluttershy's hind legs. "Wasn't it? I'm not done yet, though."

"Y-you're not?" Fluttershy's voice had a hopeful little shiver in it.

Rarity propped herself up on her forelegs, and looked up at Fluttershy. "Dear, would you please do me a favor? Wave your hoof in the air." Feeling a little awkward, Fluttershy obeyed. "See," said Rarity, "you're not exhausted yet. We can hardly be considered done if you're still able to move."

"But," Fluttershy said, "well, I wouldn't want to be too demanding. If—"

Her speech was interrupted by a little gasp as Rarity gave a quick kiss to her clit. "Think nothing of it, dear," Rarity said. "I'm simply giving you a moment to recover."

Rarity sat up and took one of Fluttershy's hind legs into her lap. She gently stretched the leg out to its full extent, and began to rub the tension out of the deeper muscles—tension which, Fluttershy reflected, was mostly her fault. "By the by," Rarity said, "you never told me where you obtained these lovely socks."

Fluttershy relaxed into Rarity's massage. "They're—ooh, that's very nice, Rarity—they're from Photo Finish."

Rarity giggled, and began to massage the bottom of Fluttershy's hoof. "Oh, I must have missed that particular photo shoot," she said. "Would you happen to have any... copies of those photos, lying around?"

In a different setting, Fluttershy would have blushed at the implications carefully layered into Rarity's voice. Here, though, she felt too relaxed and at peace to complain. "I never wore them to a shoot," she said. "I was scheduled to, but I kept making up excuses. And then when I quit... Well, it wasn't like I was going to wear them anywhere else." She giggled. "They're not really appropriate for polite company, are they?"

Rarity huffed. "Are you trying to imply that I am not polite company? How rude!" She finished her massage with a light kiss to the tip of Fluttershy's hoof, and moved to her other leg.

Fluttershy giggled again. "I've got a few other outfits that never got photographed," she said. "If you want, I could bring those over sometime."

Rarity took a deep breath, in and out, and kissed Fluttershy's leg again. "That would be lovely, Fluttershy. We'll make a date of it." She continued to massage Fluttershy's leg through the sock, and Fluttershy sighed in contentment.

Finally Rarity finished her massage. With another light kiss to the tip of Fluttershy's hoof, she let the leg drop. "Well, I think that's quite enough time for you to relax," she said. Fluttershy opened her mouth to respond, but her words transformed into a long, low moan as Rarity dragged her tongue across Fluttershy's slit, which was once again sodden with lust.

Rarity moved up to nuzzle at Fluttershy's neck, then started to kiss her way down Fluttershy's chest, running the tip of her tongue down Fluttershy's sternum. Fluttershy gave a pleased little wriggle. As Rarity made her way back down her body, Fluttershy ran her hooves through Rarity's mane, admiring the feel of its silken curls. She raised a hoof to her mouth and started to pull off the sock, so that she could feel the softness of Rarity's mane without the fabric in the way—

"Keep the socks on, Fluttershy," Rarity said sternly.

"But—"

Rarity lowered her head to between Fluttershy's thighs. Her breath tingled against Fluttershy's most sensitive place.

"But what, Fluttershy?" Rarity asked, looking up to meet Fluttershy's gaze. "I'd much prefer it if you kept the socks on, Fluttershy. Unless you've decided you no longer desire my input?" She licked her lips, her tongue mere millimetres from Fluttershy's aching clit. Fluttershy shifted her hips forward, but Rarity moved back, maintaining that tiny yet agonizing distance between where her tongue was and where Fluttershy wanted it to be.

Fluttershy whimpered in frustration. "Fine, Rarity, you win. I'll keep the socks on."

"Good girl." Rarity moved her head mercifully forward and ran her tongue lightly across Fluttershy's swollen clit. Fluttershy gasped; Rarity smiled. Then she wrapped her lips around Fluttershy's sensitive bud and began to suck on it.

Fluttershy's hooves stopped stroking through Rarity's mane and started pressing against the back of her head, holding her steady. Rarity didn't seem to mind Fluttershy's newfound aggressiveness. She pressed in deeper, plunging her tongue into Fluttershy's depths, grinding her face against Fluttershy's folds, licking and sucking and drinking deep of Fluttershy's juices, until with another cry Fluttershy came again, and sank back onto the bed.



Fluttershy watched, strangely mesmerised, as Rarity rubbed at her glistening face with a corner of the blanket. All of Rarity's careful makeup was smeared and ruined, and yet she looked more perfect than ever.

Fluttershy surged forward, pushing the blanket away, and fell upon Rarity in another kiss. Rarity's sweetness was mingled with another taste—the taste of her own pleasure, she supposed.

"Your turn," Fluttershy whispered.

Rarity waved a hoof. "That's not necessary, darling," she said. "I'm perfectly happy with the, ah, current arrangement. I simply need a moment to catch my breath."

Fluttershy shook her head. "Well I'm not happy. That felt so... so wonderful, I couldn't bear to let you go without."

Rarity smiled. "If you insist, darling." She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, baring herself to Fluttershy.

Fluttershy's mouth went dry as she gazed at Rarity's exposed body. Rarity's coat was nearly as sticky as Fluttershy's own, and on seeing that, she was glad she had offered. But at the same time, she was gripped by uncertainty. Even sweaty and sticky and unkempt, Rarity was so impossibly beautiful... "Um, Rarity," Fluttershy said, her voice hesitant, "I'm... I'm not going to be as good as you were. I'm sorry. In advance. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything after all..."

Rarity tutted. "Darling, the worst thing you could do would be to do nothing. I assure you, I will tell if you're doing anything wrong."

Fluttershy took a deep breath, and nodded. I can do this. She closed her eyes, screwed up her courage, and ran her tongue over Rarity's damp folds.

Rarity had a tartness to her that Fluttershy hadn't tasted before. Unusual—but not unpleasant, certainly not. And considering its source, quite possibly one of the most wonderful things Fluttershy had ever tasted.

But Rarity wasn't twitching and moaning the way Fluttershy knew she'd been doing. Fluttershy looked up. "T-tell me what I'm doing wrong, Rarity," she said.

Rarity smiled. "As long as you keep going, you've avoided the biggest mistake. Although..." Rarity's horn sparked a light blue. "Well, I'd hate to leave you out in the cold."

A humming, electric pressure slid between Fluttershy's hips. "I said I was fine!" squeaked Fluttershy. "It's your turn now!"

Rarity didn't relent; instead, the glow around her horn grew brighter, and the tingling force between Fluttershy's legs strengthened. Not penetrating, but sliding across the surface of her folds, wrapping around her clit—Fluttershy's hips shuddered.

"You're free to keep going, of course," Rarity said. "But I myself have little inclination to stop."

Fluttershy narrowed her eyes and moved back to Rarity's nethers, doing her best to ignore the shuddering pleasure Rarity was inflicting on her. She could beat Rarity at this one. She tried to mimic what Rarity had been doing to her. She lapped up Rarity's fluids with her tongue, left quick little kisses along the edge of her slit, nipped at her thighs.

Rarity started to laugh, and her laugh shifted into moan halfway through. "Oh, that's lovely," she said. "But you're only an enthusiastic amateur, my dear—I can keep this up all night." Fluttershy felt a quick jolt of magic across her clit, and had to take a moment to catch her breath. Another giggle from Rarity.

Fluttershy's hips shuddered, and she knew she couldn't hold back much longer. But still she took Rarity's clit between her lips. I can at least get her to come once, she thought. She brushed her teeth against Rarity's clit, then sucked on it, hard.

There was a rush of sweet-tart fluid against Fluttershy's face, and Rarity arched her back and thrashed against the bed, screaming out wordless cries of pleasure. Rarity's horn flashed, and Fluttershy gasped and sank down as the magic surrounding her nethers sparked and pleasured and finally guttered out.

"Fine, you win this round," Rarity panted. "But only because I let you win."

Fluttershy was still trying to catch her breath.

"Are you okay, dear? Can you wave a hoof for me?"

Fluttershy tried to lift a hoof, but in her current state of lassitude all she could do was twitch feebly and moan happily.

"...Well, I said I'd leave you exhausted. We'll talk more in the morning, yes?"

Fluttershy made a small sound which she hoped would be recognizable as affirmation. Rarity kissed her gently on the cheek, then snuggled up tightly against her.

"Sleep well, my lovely Fluttershy."


~~~


Fluttershy stumbled back to her own cottage the next morning, still a little bleary-eyed. She knocked on the door, waited a moment, then walked in.

Angel was sitting alone at the breakfast table. "Did you have a nice night?" Fluttershy asked. "Mine was"—she felt her wings flapping, lifting her off the ground—"oh, it was wonderful."

Angel glared at his breakfast salad.

"I, um, see you cleaned up," Fluttershy said. "Thank you for that, Angel."

Angel shrugged.

"And, um, I talked to Rarity, and I might be staying over at her place a little, okay, a lot more often. So if you wanted to set something up with your lady-bunny friends—"

Angle was jumping up and down on the table, waving his arms, shaking his head emphatically no.

Fluttershy smiled. "Or you could just have the cottage to yourself some nights. I suppose not everyone can be as successful romantically as me."