The Visitor
Muffled wings whispered through the cool air of Nightmare Night as a dark shape flew toward the Carousel Boutique. Despite the closed window, the creature entered Rarity’s bedroom without a sound.
Rarity lay slumbering as the creature crept forward. Its fangs gleamed in the moonlight as it leaned over the bed. It surveyed the bounty which lay before it: she was soft and pearly white. Her breath was warm and moist in her slender throat. The creature could wait no longer. It struck!
Its fangs sunk deep into Rarity’s exposed neck. She startled awake, her eyes rolling wildly. Her gaze locked on the shape hunched over her, and she drew breath to scream.
The creature pulled back and locked eyes with her, scowling over an intense stare. “Do not scream, fair lady. I insist.”
The stare had a hypnotic effect on Rarity, and she nodded, going limp on the bed, her head rolling to expose her neck again. The creature licked its lips and plunged forward to bite with a flash of fangs.
Rarity moved feebly, her arms and legs making the motions of running. Her voice was equally feeble, hardly a whisper, but loaded with pain. “Woe is me! My tender flesh, ravished by a creature of the night! Alas and alack! Whatever shall I do?”
The creature hissed, snorted, then burst out in giggles. “Rarity, that’s too silly.” The creature’s blue-green eyes widened in alarm. “Um, it’s convincing, though?”
Rarity bent an arm to poke the creature in the ribs. “Do stay in character, Fluttershy. We’re just getting to the good part.”
“Oh, um. Sorry. Um, the fangs aren’t hurting you, are they?”
“No, darling, they’re only pressing into me, just like we practiced. It’s a bit like a massage, actually. Now, character, please!”
“Oh, sorry. Ahem.” Fluttershy fixed a scowl on her face. Her voice deepened slightly. “Now that I have drunk of your essence, you are mine. My plaything, or my victim, as I see fit.”
Rarity let out a shuddering breath. “No . . .” she whispered, her voice dripping with arousal.
“Yes! Now, thrall, I order you to please me!” Fluttershy threw her cape wide, blocking the moonlight for an instant. She lay back on the bed with a languid movement like a well-fed cat. A yellow hoof beckoned to Rarity. “Please me.”
Rarity sat up, her motions stiff and awkward. “Yes, Mistress.” She crept over to straddle Fluttershy and stared down at the slim body beneath her. “How shall I please you?”
Fluttershy let her limbs fall limp, spreading herself wide to Rarity’s gaze. “Touch me. Everywhere. But not between my legs. That is not for you.”
A small tongue darted out to lick white lips. Rarity breathed out a hot gust. She nodded and bent her head to Fluttershy. The small tongue lapped here and there. Lips and teeth pulled and nibbled. Arms, ribs, belly, nipples, neck, ear.
Each touch woke nerve endings in Fluttershy’s skin. Soon she quivered at every new press of tongue or teeth. Her belly rose and fell rapidly with her breathing. But she held herself still and limp, allowing Rarity to continue her work for long minutes. Rarity’s coat brushed against Fluttershy’s as the unicorn crawled over and across her, a soft delicious rasp against sensitized skin.
Fluttershy became aware that Rarity’s tongue was shaking where it touched her, and her breath was a scalding heat washing over Fluttershy’s coat. Feeling that, she smiled. She lifted her head to look down at Rarity where she was tonguing Fluttershy’s belly button. Huge blue eyes stared up at her, silently begging. Fluttershy just watched her for a moment, savoring the pleasure of making Rarity beg.
She forced her voice to steadiness. She no longer needed to deepen it to fit the character; her arousal was accomplishing that on its own. “Thrall.” Rarity flinched as though struck. She stared at Fluttershy, waiting. Her muscles quivered and her tongue lolled from her mouth. Fluttershy waved a hoof at her. “You may touch yourself.”
“Oh thank you, Mistress. Thank you!” Rarity plunged a hoof between her thighs. The arm supporting her weight shook so much that Fluttershy was half certain she would collapse on top of her. Rarity moved her hoof in small fast circles. At first she whimpered. Then her mouth fell open and the whimpers became little panting moans. After a short while, she bit her bottom lip and her arm went stiff between her legs.
Fluttershy’s voice lanced out. “Stop!”
The whites of Rarity’s eyes stood out in the dark as she stared at Fluttershy in disbelief and horror. She froze in place, her whole body visibly shaking. Fluttershy smiled at her, a warm friendly smile. “Thrall, you do not have permission to come. Stop touching yourself.”
Rarity whined pitiably as she pulled her hoof away. It glistened with her fluids. Her eyes showed pain and her breath came in harsh gasps. Fluttershy hesitated. Had she gone too far? “Check in,” she said, worried.
“Green! Oh Sun I haven’t been this turned on in— I don’t even remember! Green!”
Fluttershy sighed in relief. She pulled herself back to the character. Her eyes roamed up and down Rarity’s body. Dripping marehood between broad hips, erect nipples, heaving chest, swollen lips, flushed cheeks, bright eyes. Rarity was as aroused as she had said, and Fluttershy had never seen anything so . . . hot. She felt her clitoris tingle as her own arousal rose.
She knew what she wanted. She lay back and spread her legs a little more. “Thrall,” she said, “make me come.”
Rarity nodded frantically. “Yes, Mistress.” She darted her head down.
Fluttershy moaned in appreciation and tangled her hooves in Rarity’s perfect mane. That lovely little tongue was lapping and licking and massaging. It felt like it was everywhere at once, spreading her labia to glide slickly between them, rolling her clitoris in little circles, licking the rim of her vagina to stretch it just a little. Fluttershy moaned louder and clenched tighter on Rarity’s mane.
Her orgasm was coming on fast. Heat was building in her stomach. Every touch of Rarity’s tongue touched off a wave of fire that spread across her hips and buttocks and rolled around inside her. She lifted her head to stare wild-eyed down her body and found herself staring into Rarity’s big blue eyes. Her hips bucked up hard against Rarity’s tongue, and she was coming, great rolling waves of orgasm making her belly spasm and her hips buck. Rarity continued licking, riding the waves of her hips with expert skill, pushing her to ever more intense levels of pleasure.
For an endless moment it was distilled bliss. Then, all of a sudden, it was too much. The pleasure that was almost pain tipped over to just being pain in a heartbeat, and she shoved Rarity’s head away. “Rarity! I can’t, no more!” Rarity pulled away fast and Fluttershy lay there, panting and covered in sweat.
Rarity’s muzzle gleamed in the moonlight. “Did I do well, Mistress?”
Fluttershy caught her breath enough to speak. “You did very well, thrall. As a reward,” her lips curled in a smile, exposing the fangs she wore, “you may touch yourself again. I may let you come this time. We’ll see.”
The eager little tongue licked Fluttershy’s fluid away from the white muzzle. Rarity shuddered and her eyes were hot and needy as they looked into Fluttershy’s. She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. “Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress!”