> Tale of the Tail > by Penalt > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Details, details. > --------------------------------------------------------------------------     Rarity sat looking at her luncheon with distaste.  The cause of her discontent was not the food, as it was excellent.  Nor was it the venue, as she was sitting on the patio at one of her favorite places to have lunch.  The issue was not even the weather, as it was a glorious late spring day in Ponyville. Neither too warm nor too cool, lacking even a hint of a breeze to ruffle the origami napkin on her table.     No, Rarity’s unhappiness was due to the fact that she had been forced to cancel her spa day, again.  This was the third time in a row that Fluttershy had cancelled at the last minute with evasions thinner than Blueblood’s charm.  As much as she dearly loved the butter coloured pegasus, Rarity was beginning to wonder if her friend was trying to avoid her for some reason.     A sudden smashing sound from across the square jolted the alabaster unicorn out of her train of thought, and she looked around to see what had been the cause of the untoward noise.  A stallion had crashed into a stack of vases and shattered them. He looked thoroughly embarrassed at the at the situation, and was busy trying to placate the shop owner with a hoof full of bits. The interesting thing wasn’t the accident or the argument, but the fact that the stallion, one Hard Hat, kept shooting glances back the way he had come.  As if he was looking for somepony in a desperately hopeful manner. Rarity followed the line of his gaze and nearly fell out of her seat when she saw that the line of sight ended at the familiar wings and face of Fluttershy. The same Fluttershy who had told her not an hour before that she would be busy all day washing animals.   The demure pegasus had her face half hidden by the simple expedient of holding a wing in front of her, but what Rarity could see of her face looked… guilty?  As if she had been the cause of the accident, and not the stallion who had reduced the column of earthenware into bits of gravel. Who had finally managed to calm the craftspony with a jangling bag of bits and was starting to turn toward Fluttershy.  That same desperate hope on his face. Fluttershy saw the big construction stallion take a step toward her and Rarity grimaced as her friend turned and began to bolt off in one of her classic retreats from a social situation.  Then something odd happened, something Rarity would never have believed unless she had been there to witness it herself. Fluttershy jerked to a halt so suddenly, it was as if somepony had yanked on her tail to get her to stop.  Then, Fluttershy, the Element of Kindness and former runway supermodel began to walk away. No, not walk. Walk was too pedestrian a word for what the pegasus was doing.   Fluttershy was sashaying.  Gliding forward, her hips undulated in a hypnotic pattern that drew every male eye and not a few female ones as well.  Strong lines blended with soft feathers, her body a symphony of motion, promising an opera of ecstacy to the pony that could claim her.  Fluttershy cast a demure look behind, her face half hidden by her flowing mane. Mystery and magic dwelled in the gaze of the single cyan eye thus revealed, and Rarity’s mouth went dry from the raw desire she felt in that moment. Desperate to drive her mind away from unbidden erotic fantasies that leapt into her mind, Rarity tried to focus on something other than Fluttershy’s magnificent display of sensuality.  The eye is drawn to motion and so Rarity’s was drawn away from luscious yellow flanks only to settle on a tail that was so beyond reproach as to only be described as sublime perfection. Fluttershy had always had an excellent tail, long and full.  Now, however it was on an entirely new level. Rich silken fibers blended and stirred in ever shifting variations of rose, pink and fuschia.  The colours reached out to Rarity’s sense of fashion, demanding that the fashionista come closer to deeply examine the wonder before her. Demanding that Rarity approach, touch the satin wonder and slowly part it to reveal the mysteries below.   Mysteries that the glory of Fluttershy’s tail seemed to simultaneously offer to those present, and ward against those who would be so crass as to mar that exquisiteness with their sullied hooves.  The tail that seemed to move of its own accord. Flicking aside for a split second to reveal a toned, yet soft derriere, then sliding back into place so as to preserve the enigma of the promised delights below.   The spell that the sensuous pegasus cast with her body held everypony immobile for nearly a full minute.  Then like a ray of sun being blocked by a cloud, the vision of feminine beauty suddenly stilled her tail, and bolted away.  Leaving only the words, “I’m sorry” in her wake. Everypony present swayed and blinked at the abrupt change from worshipful attention to confused emptiness.  Rarity too had been fully entranced by her friend’s display, and needed some moments herself to calm her libido and still her heavy breathing.  The alabaster unicorn’s need for recovery was shared by all present. A few of the stallions felt the need to turn discreetly away and Rarity saw one shuffling some dirt over a suspicious wet spot on the ground. Conversations began to return and their content was a mix of stunned appreciation, wonder and confusion over it being Fluttershy, of all ponies, who had been the source of the disturbance.  Rarity decided not to participate in the chatter. Something was going on with her friend. Something wondrous and Rarity was determined to investigate and discover what was happening. In the manner with which Fluttershy had fled she could only have one destination in mind, her cottage.  Rarity, wheeled and set off at a gallop. If she moved quickly she should be able to intercept her friend and redirect her to Rarity’s boutique.  If she simply allowed Fluttershy to return home it would not be long before stallions laid siege to her door. Particularly after the licentious display she had provided. It was the work of only a few minutes for Rarity to cut across town and conceal herself in a bush near the dirt path that led to Fluttershy’s home.  Judging by the lack of deep hoofprints in the path, Rarity was fairly sure that she had indeed managed to beat her quarry to this point along her path.  A supposition that was confirmed a dozen breaths later when Rarity heard the sound of Fluttershy’s hooves beating a rapid tattoo toward her. “Fluttershy, stop,” Rarity commanded, stepping into the path of her onrushing friend, who barely slammed to a stop in time. “I’msorryImissedourspadateIhavetogo,” the yellow pegasus blurted out, as she tried to go around Rarity. “Fluttershy,” Rarity said, in as calming of a voice as she could muster, while moving to block Fluttershy’s path again.  “I was there.” “Oh no,” Fluttershy cried, hiding her face in her hooves.  “Not you too. I’m sorry.” “There is nothing to apologize for,” Rarity declared, lifting her friend’s chin to look her in the face.  “That was a simply glorious display, but unless you want to be mobbed by stallions you can’t go home right now.” “Oh no,” Fluttershy cried, her voice tremulous.  “What am I going to do? My animals—” “Don’t worry about a thing, my dear,” Rarity assured Fluttershy, smiling.  “You come to the boutique with me. We’ll have a girls night.  As for your animals, I’ll ask Sweetie and the Crusaders to take care of them for now.” “O-okay,” Fluttershy said, starting to turn toward Rarity’s boutique. “I’ll follow you,” Rarity said, urging her friend forward.  “Just to make sure no pony is on our back trail.” The two friends set off for Rarity’s home and shop at a quick canter.  The alabaster unicorn hadn’t told her friend specifically why she had wanted to play rear guard.  Yes, Rarity did want to make sure they weren’t being followed from behind. However, Rarity also wanted to have a good look at Fluttershy’s posterior again. With the eye of a master designer and clothier Rarity watched her friend canter along, observing the rise and fall of Fluttershy’s hips, the sway of her tail, how the movements carried down through her legs and up to her spine.  Rarity noticed the larger than normal gap of the hips, the exaggerated sway of the buttocks and how Fluttershy’s glorious tail seemed to move around a larger axis than possible for a pony. Rarity knew her friend’s body as intimately as any lover, having made several dresses for her over the years.  Curious as to the cause of the changes, the fashionista closed the gap between them as best she could, and as they turned a corner Rarity caught a glimpse of it. The flared head of a contoured butt plug was just barely peeking out from behind a flowing mountain of hair that came out from it.  Fluttershy, Rarity’s nervous, demure friend, was wearing a tail plug and the realization made Rarity’s face grow hot. No wonder the pegasus’ hips were swaying and were farther apart.   Rarity tried to imagine how it would feel to move or walk with something like that inside of her.  What would it be like to have the sensation of a stallion buried all the way to his hilt into her most forbidden of places?  To feel it rub and slide against her muscles, forcing her thighs apart and making its presence known every time she moved her rear legs.   No wonder Fluttershy had put on such a wanton display.  Rarity could feel herself warming just to think of it, but the plug created more questions than it had answered.  What had motivated Fluttershy to wear such an intimate item in public? Where had she managed to find something of such obvious quality and impeccable style? One obvious answer was the bat pony known as Spicy Hot.  He was the proprietor of Canterlot Crops, a mecca for all manner of things that were both intimate and high quality.  He had also introduced Rarity to the world of dominance and submission, acting alternately as her master and her slave, depending on the lesson at hoof.   Under his tutelage she had learned the ways of rope, flogger and bridle.  What it was like to bind a stallion to her will, and what it was like to struggle against a set of implacable restraints.  She’d had to stop her lessons after Spicy had bound her in a shibari of silk ropes that had nearly been her undoing.   Spicy knew what he had accidentally awoken within Rarity, and had taken her cancellation of their weekly sessions with good grace, even giving her the long coil of flyder silk rope he had bound her with as a parting gift.  They had remained discreet business partners ever since, and had occasionally accompanied each other to some very discreet gatherings in Canterlot. Rarity jerked herself out of her wool gathering as she realized that she and Fluttershy had nearly reached the boutique.  She quickly opened the front door and ushered her friend in, closing the door behind them. For long moments there was only the panting sound of the two mares as they caught their breath. “Find yourself a comfortable spot, my dear,” Rarity said, grabbing some parchment and a quill in her magic.  “I’ll just send that message to Sweetie Belle.” “About that…” Fluttershy began, stretching out a hoof. “Don’t worry, I’m also asking Applejack to keep an eye on them,” Rarity said, and using her magic whisked the completed scroll off to its destination.  “So, who is the lucky stallion?” “It’s not like that Rarity,” Fluttershy demurred, colouring as her tail regained some of that same wonderous animation.   “Oh please, tell me that you haven’t taken up with that boarish Iron Will character again,” Rarity demanded, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like that either,” Fluttershy began.  “You see—” “You’re into mares?” Rarity asked, eyes widening and a slight smile coming to her.  “I never would have thought, but it does makes sense when you—” “Rarity please!” Fluttershy shouted, uncharacteristically interrupting her friend.  “I’m a prisoner.” “Whaaat?” Rarity asked, stunned.  Then her sense of outrage kicked in.  “Tell me who it is! I’ll tear them apart with my bare hooves.” “Calm down, Rarity,” Fluttershy said, putting a hoof on her friend.  “Let me explain.” “You really should,” Rarity replied, huffing out her anger.  “Does this have anything to do with why you’ve been missing our spa dates?” “Everything,” Fluttershy began, nodding and closing her eyes for a moment.  “Three weeks ago I was heading home through the Everfree forest when I was attacked.” “Attacked?” Rarity asked, looking at her friend anew for bruises or the like.  “By what?” “I’m not sure what it is,” Fluttershy began.  “I was walking along and something fell on me.  It tied me up and then… then…” “Then?” Rarity asked, on the edge of her seat. “Then it slid itself into me,” Fluttershy said, and Rarity could see the flanks of the yellow pegasus ripple, almost as if it was happening all over again.  “It went into my tailhole. And it’s still there.” “Can’t you take it out?” Rarity asked aghast, watching Fluttershy’s hips start to clench together.  “Fluttershy, what’s happening?” “Every… every so often it starts to pulse, and ripple, and flex,” Fluttershy moaned, her eyes starting to close, her face going slack with pleasure.  “It pushes some kind of liquid into me, it makes me want to… want to… Ooooh.” “What can I do, Fluttershy?” Rarity asked, in desperation.  Her friend didn’t seem in pain, far from it in fact. “How can I help?” “Hold me, please!” Fluttershy begged, mewling with pleasure as the thing inside of her worked away at her walls.   Rarity pulled her friend close, and as the lithe pegasus cried out in ecstasy her head lunged forward with the speed of a cobra to fasten itself over Rarity’s open mouth.  The alabaster unicorn froze in shock for a long moment as Fluttershy’s mouth worked against hers, tongue sliding in to touch her intimately. Rarity began to try to protest and then a wonderful scent filled her nostrils.  It was the smell of feathers and fur, of fresh air and the good things of the earth.  Through it all was another strange, wild scent that ignited a fire in Rarity’s blood and before she realized what she was doing, Rarity found herself returning the kiss with equal passion. “I want you,” Rarity declared, running a line of wet kisses down into the hollow of Fluttershy’s throat.  “I never realized how much I’ve adored you, how much I’ve wanted to taste you. I don’t know why I’ve never thought to show you before.  Can you forgive me?” “Just,” Fluttershy gasped, head thrown back to fully expose her throat to Rarity, “just do what feels good.  It’s okay, I trust you.” Rarity didn’t need any more permission than that.  She worked her way down the length of Fluttershy’s body with her mouth, her tongue, and even with her teeth.  Attention was paid to the underside of the pegasus’ collarbone and her last ribs, drawing shivers of pleasure.  Slow delicate tasting was done along the stomach, causing Fluttershy to shimmy her belly in and out like a dancer’s., Then, after all the long minutes of teasing, touching and tasting Rarity was finally at the soft yellow mounds of Fluttershy’s teats.  Just beyond that was the delicate and by now sopping wet crotch of the pegasus. All this time the plug inside Fluttershy had been flexing and working at her.  Rarity marveled that her friend had managed to stave off an orgasm as long as she had. With Rarity stimulating her outside, the plug must be driving her to desperation on the inside.   That wild spicy scent was close and Rarity dove her muzzle into Fluttershy pussy so that she could fill herself with that exotic flavour.  Fluttershy’s cries of ecstasy began to rise to a fever pitch as Rarity licked and lapped away at the wondrous nectar pouring out of her friend.   “Please, make me cum,” Fluttershy begged, her body twisting and flexing beneath Rarity’s until they were both nose to tail with each other.  “I can’t stand it anymore. I’ll do anything, be anything, just make me cum.” “As you wish my dear,” Rarity said, and with a wicked smile wrapped her lips around Fluttershy’s pearl and began to suckle at it, hard. “Aaaahhhh,” Fluttershy cried out, in a perfect C minor as her hips bucked and drove Rarity’s nose all the way against her fragrant petals.   The white unicorn closed her eyes, no longer needing to see.  Touch, taste, and smell were all important now. The touch of Fluttershy’s velvet walls against her nose, the taste of the squirming bulb of flesh against her tongue and lips, and that smell.  That wonderful smell that urged her on, that drove her to push her friend to ever higher pinnacles of ecstacy. “RARITY!” Fluttershy screamed out in orgasm, as she came and the steady flow of nectar from within turned into a gushing torrent that soaked Rarity’s face.   Backing away for a moment, Rarity cleaned off her face as well as she could with a quickly levitated cloth, and was about to return to her pleasant duty, when she felt Fluttershy squirm a bit further down the length of Rarity’s body. “Had enough, darling?” Rarity asked, just before she felt a tongue begin to strop away at her own nethers.  “Oooh, you darling dear, you.” The white unicorn shifted and adjusted her stance so that her rear legs spread wider.  Fluttershy responded by hooking her forelegs around Rarity’s hips, pulling her mouth closer to Rarity’s own smoldering slit and sliding the edge of her tongue just into Rarity’s intimate opening. “Oh, you delightfully naughty girl,” Rarity cooed, as Fluttershy pulled herself completely out for beneath Rarity while keeping tongue and lips busy.   Almost against her will Rarity found herself lowering her front, while raising her hindquarters up in a classic mating position.  Fluttershy took full advantage by delving her wide, strong tongue deep into Rarity’s slickening passage. It as is if there was a cock diving in and out of Rarity at high speed.  An agile, twisting cock that was starting to hit all the right places. “Oh sweet Celestia,” Rarity moaned, her thoughts beginning to boil away in the fire Fluttershy had started in her.  “Why didn’t we ever do this before?” “I’ve always wanted to, Rarity,” Fluttershy murmured, her breath hot against Rarity’s pussy.  “I just never had the courage or the chance before now.” Before the unicorn could reply, or even beg for the return of that wonderful tongue, Fluttershy took the moment to rear up and finish her capture of Rarity’s hindquarters.  Forelegs pulled her hips tight into the pegasus’ crotch, her soft torso bearing Rarity down, while Fluttershy hooked her wings underneath the unicorn to slide the tips of her long primary feathers against Rarity’s nipples. Now it was Rarity’s turn to twist and writhe under Fluttershy’s ministrations.  She tried to move forward a bit to catch her breath, to find her reason, her mental footing, if only for a moment.  The pegasus was having none of it though, and like a raptor drawing in her prey, Fluttershy pulled Rarity tight against her again.  Only this time Rarity felt a rounded something bump up against her slit, threatening to slide into her ready and now very needy passage. “What are… are you doing with me?” Rarity gasped, frissons of both pleasure and fear running through her at Fluttershy’s uncharacteristic forcefulness. “It’s called ‘feathermarking’,” Fluttershy whispered, and Rarity could almost feel the possessiveness in her friend’s voice wrap around Rarity’s head like a bridle. “I’m marking you as mine.”     The words triggered a side of Rarity that she rarely let out.  The submissive side of her that she had to keep suppressed, bound and caged in a prison of responsibility and duty.    Rarity had never considered herself a submissive, always assuming that the will and drive that had made her one of the leading members of the fashion industry made her a natural dominant.  Rarity had learned differently though during her time ‘learning the ropes’ with Spicy Hot. He had been firm in insisting that Rarity experience every piece of bondage and BDSM gear, at least once from the recieving end of things.  Rarity had seen Spicy’s point. There was no better way to know how something would feel on somepony than feeling its touch on your body for yourself..   To this day, the events that had followed remained a hazy blur of pleasure and pain that resisted her attempts at recollection.  Her first clear memory was that of rising up from a glowing lassitude while she lay in Spicy’s hooves with him giving her sips of water.  There had been a disturbingly large pile of items lying beside them, just outside the open door of a solid steel cage. “Rarity,” Spicy had commanded with a gentle voice, relief in his eyes as he took in the return of the unicorn’s faculties.  “Never give in to your submissive side again, except with someone you have complete trust in.” “Why?” Rarity had asked, her voice coming out in a strange croak. “Because you used your magic to fuse the lock of that steel collar you’re wearing,” Spicy chuckled, smirking a bit at the confused look on Rarity’s face as she touched the tight metal band that encircled her throat.  “You did that right after you declared yourself, how did you put it now? ‘Your devoted and eternal slave now and for all time.’ Count yourself lucky I prefer stallions to mares, or I might have been more than tempted to keep you.” That submissive side of the white unicorn now surged to the fore, overriding her worries and concerns about her friend.  Submissive Rarity didn’t worry about things like how her friend had somehow gained a firm cock that was slowly easing its way into her.  Submissive Rarity didn’t care about things like that. Submissive Rarity’s only concern was pleasing her Owner. Well, that and letting herself enjoy the long thick cock that was filling her up and touching every spot inside of her. The two ponies began to settle into a rhythm as Fluttershy found her stride in the rut, pounding precisely at the perfect pussy of her properly prim pony.  Fluttershy was just as beyond thought as Rarity, blissfully unaware that her aggression and sudden dominant nature was a product of a series of unfamiliar hormones. Hormones that the creature lodged inside her was feeding into her thirst insides.  At that moment Fluttershy wouldn’t have cared if anypony had told her anyway. All she knew was that something, somepony she had wanted for a very long time was in her hooves at last.  Every time she ground herself against Rarity the plug inside of her drove itself deeper, rubbed itself harder against her walls, pushing against her most sensitive spots from the opposite side they were used to.  It drew out the pleasure until it and Rarity were all she could feel.     All Rarity could feel was the massive cock inside of her that had stretched her to her very limits.  She rode a tidal wave of sensation that teetered just on the lip of being painful while managing to fill her with roaring ecstacy.  Every time Fluttershy drove into her Rarity’s vision went white, only to subside into lightning bolts as the pegasus slid back. Her mysterious appendage retreating with a rippling motion that drove Rarity even further into the realms of orgasmic subspace.     “Puh-please,” Rarity begged, her breath coming in gasps.  “Please!”     “What?” Fluttershy asked, her own mind fogged.     “Mistress!” Rarity exclaimed, misunderstanding what the pony on top of her had said.  “May I cum?”     “Yes!  Yes!” Fluttershy cried out, has her body shook with another powerful orgasm.       The apparent permission of her mistress and the shuddering spasm from the length inside of her, was the last nudge Rarity needed to throw her over the precipice as well.  Her explosive joy echoed off the fortunately thick walls of the boutique as she came in a climax that was as powerful as it had been prolonged.     The rolling tidal wave of ecstatic pleasure filled Rarity, obliterating her senses until her mind could no longer stand what it was receiving from her body and simply shut down.  When Rarity came to she was lying on her chaise with Fluttershy wrapped around her with all six limbs.     “Rarity, oh thank goodness,” Fluttershy sighed, speaking gently into Rarity’s ear.  “I was getting worried. Are you okay?”     “I think so,” Rarity answered, moving her body in small, careful increments.  “That was wonderful darling, but how did you manage it? Last time I looked you didn’t have the um… parts, to do what you did with me.”     “I was trying to tell you, when things...  When things…” Fluttershy trailed off, to embarrassed to continue.       “When you rutted me into submission?” Rarity asked, with a languid smile.  “Made me into your needy, begging, fucktoy? Desiring only to feel you around and inside of me, binding me in chains of passion, and bridling my senses with the pleasures you gave me.  That?”     “Well, yes,” Fluttershy giggled, and a bit of that dominant steel returned to her voice.  “As I was trying to tell you the plug inside of me is some sort of creature of the Everfree.  It captured me, and put itself into me.”     “Yes, you already said that,” Rarity commented, a little testily.     “IF you will allow your Mistress to continue,” Fluttershy requested with a tone of command, and Rarity coloured as she realized that Fluttershy did indeed remember being given that title by her.  “The plug captured me, and to it I was nothing more than another wild animal. It broke me to its will to remain through pain. It’s conditioned me to display myself to others by rewarding me with pleasure, and now it’s training me to seek out certain ponies.”     “Ponies like me, Mistress?” Rarity asked, her use of the title being rewarded with a gentle nibble along the edge of one ear.       “Ponies like you,” Fluttershy confirmed, taking her mouth away from the salty-sweet taste of Rarity’s sweat. “It seems to like you.  I think that’s why it drugged us both.”     “Drugged?” Rarity asked, eyes going wide.  “But the passion, the desire, what we are doing right now… surely that can’t all be fake?”     “Mating is driven by pheromones and hormones, Rarity,” Fluttershy sighed, her breath a delicious warmth against the back of Rarity’s head.  “They can’t make something happen that we did feel for each other already. Now that I've had a little time to think, I know what it's been pushing into me. But then with those, because there was something to build on, the plug drove us both into a frenzy.”         “Good,” Rarity sighed, snuggling back against the body of her lover and reveling as Fluttershy’s soft, strong pinions captured her firmly in their grip.  “Do you mind terribly if we stay like this for the rest of the evening?”     “Not a bit,” Fluttershy murmured, leaning a bit forward to nuzzle the side of Rarity’s head.  “I’d like to do this again sometime. If it’s okay with you, that is?”     “Whatever my Mistress desires,” Rarity said with a smile, a growing lassitude creeping into her limbs.  “Your desires are my commands.”     Both ponies giggled a bit at that, but neither one of them moved in the slightest from their loving post-coital position as sleep began to overtake both of them.  Fluttershy’s last thoughts were wondering why the plug had decided Rarity was the one to mate with, and where had the stallionhood she had suddenly acquired disappear to.     As for the plug creature itself, it rested and fed, having had a full day.  It had driven it’s mount to display itself for mating, and once an appropriate mate had been found, the plug had used its prehensile tail in place of its mount’s missing male organ.  Both actions had required significant amounts of energy. Energy that had been used to fulfill the plug’s own reproductive cycle.     Rarity’s vital sexual fluids had been the last building blocks the creature had needed for it to finish making a daughter-self. Harvesting those fluids had been a mere matter of shaping its prehensile hairs into a cock and letting a hormone driven Fluttershy drive that cock into Rarity. Whose inhalation of pheremones had left her fully primed for a sexual encounter of legendary proportions. With those last vital ingredients, the tail had managed to finish creating the small clone of itself and had released it to find cover while the ponies were still busy rutting each other.  Now in its larval state and hiding under the bed, the small tapered cylinder of dark material began to grow a long, indigo tail of its own. Soon, it would be mobile and ready to seek out a mount for it to ride, continuing the life cycle of the creature.