Carousel Carousing (Afternoon)
"I must say, Octavia, this is not at all the kind of thing I would expect to see you wear." Rarity said, adjusting her customer's top. Although calling it a top was strictly a technicality, in that it was clothing—or at least a piece of cloth—that went above the waist. In truth, it was little more than a white strap of stretchy fabric with variegated blue piping that looped behind the neck, then angled down, crossing over the healthy breasts. It provided a minimum of support, and nothing in the way of modesty. It was meant purely for titillation, as evidenced by the circular cutouts that displayed the cellist's large, dark nipples in all their glory.
Below the breasts, the straps stretched around behind Octavia, just above the bottom of her ribcage. They crossed over each other again, just above the small of her back. And just above the swell of her ass, the straps met the bottom of the piece, forming a diamond cutout that served as an opening for her tail. A second set of straps branched off from the main one, as it curved around Octavia's sides. They came down to meet inches below her navel. They then extended a few more inches, before meeting the skirt.
"It isn't." the gray mare admitted. "When I have to wear clothes, I prefer something that hangs loosely, like a toga-style dress. And while I have no more problem with being seen naked than the next pony, there's a lot of difference between being seen, and being...shown off, like this does." Octavia finished, plucking at the skirt. Unlike the top, it was stiffer and less stretchy, though it still had plenty swing to it. It was also white, but with big slashes of two-tone blue, that matched her wife's mane, instead of the piping. It hung about two-thirds of the way to her knees, and was a perfectly normal skirt in most respects. Except for a great big strip missing from the front. The gap framed Octavia's dark gray dick, which was currently hanging limp.
"But I made a deal with Vinyl." the dark-maned mare continued. "If she came to the Gala with me this year, in attire of my choice, then I would attend at least one of her raves, every other moon. In attire of her choice. So here we are." she finished, with a small sigh.
"Don't be like that, dear." Rarity chided playfully. "This might not be your normal style, but it is certainly very striking. Wear this, and you could have any pony you want. Provided it all fits right, of course. So does it? Is everything comfortable? Hanging right? Not rubbing or chafing anywhere?"
"No, everything's as comfortable as it can be."
"Even the gloves?" Rarity checked. She was particularly interested in those, as she'd made them from a new fabric that she'd never used before.
"Yeah, they're fine." Octavia confirmed, looking at the garments in question. Like the skirt, they were white with blue slashes. They were also elbow-length, fingerless, and skin-tight. They were made of an athletic fabric that would let them breathe and move naturally, without rubbing the mare's fur too much.
"Then if everything is to your satisfaction, perhaps we should get it all bagged up. Unless you'd rather wear it out, to help you get used to it?"
"No, I'd prefer to save its public debut for the actual event. I can get used to wearing it at home, after all." Octavia pointed out. "I will, however, wear it out to the main room, so that we can get get Vinyl's opinion of it. Since it was her idea, originally."
"Of course." Rarity agreed, leading her customer out of the dressing room. As the two mares passed through the doorway, and the privacy ward that filled it, the sounds of sex hit their ears. High-pitched, masculine grunting—almost squealing—hips slapping together, and the wet sounds of a heavily-lubed cock sliding in and out of a tight hole.
Just before passing the edge of the privacy screens blocking off the dressing room, Rarity gestured for Octavia to wait where she was. Then she lit her horn, and with a flash of blue light, the fashionista returned to her pony form, before stepping out into the main room, where she found exactly what she expected.
Vinyl was standing in front of the checkout counter, in her bipedal form. Her magic was wrapped around the chest of Rarity's male vassal, Sandalwood, holding him in midair, facing her. Her hands were holding onto his hips, and her own hips were moving back and forth at a steady clip. Like usual, she was wearing an easy almost-smirk, her magenta sunglasses, and nothing else. Except for a slight flush of exertion.
On the other hand, Sandalwood's fawn-colored complexion was flushed to his shoulders, and his entire body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. His long, two-tone green hair was flopping all over, as was his unusually long, thin cock. As Rarity watched, a bead of pre was flung off the cockhead, hitting Vinyl's belly, where a fair amount seemed to have already landed. Another string hit Sandalwood's belly with the next thrust, letting Rarity know he was very close to cumming. Probably less than half a minute, especially considering the pitch of his voice.
Rarity's other vassal, Paisley, was nowhere in sight, but the sound of clinking porcelain from the boutique's kitchen told Rarity where the woman was.
All in all, nothing unusual.
"Pardon me. Vinyl." Rarity said, to get the unicorn's attention. The other mare turned her head to look at her, but didn't stop moving her hips. "Octavia's outfit is ready, and she's happy with it. But she wanted your opinion before making the final decision. So I present to you…your new club date!" And with a flourish of her hoof, Rarity moved aside part of the privacy screen, showing off her latest masterpiece.
Rarity was watching Vinyl carefully, so she didn't miss her reaction. Those sunglasses could make her subtler expressions so hard to read, sometimes. She needn't have worried, though, as there was nothing subtle about this. Viny's eyebrows went up, and her jaw went down.
When she spotted Octavia dressed for a rave, Vinyl was so surprised that she stopped fucking Sandalwood, her cock pulled back, almost out of his tight ass. A second or two later, Sandalwood groaned in desperate need, but Vinyl barely noticed. She just stared at her wife, who looked much more provocative than Vinyl had imagined she would. As she continued to stare, Octavia smiled wider and wider.
Sandalwood tried again to get Vinyl to resume fucking him, whimpering for his denied pleasure, and trying to hump the air. This only managed to wiggle the few inches inside him, which was enough to start edging himself back towards his orgasm, though it would never get him over the edge.
"Should I take that to mean, 'I like it,' then?" Octavia asked, rhetorically.
The sound of Tavi's smug question broke Vinyl out of her trance, at least somewhat. She pointed a naughty smirk at her wife, and raised her hand, spinning one finger in the air.
Turn around.
Her smile trading some of its own smugness for indulgence, Octavia raised her arms a bit and turned around slowly, letting Vinyl feast her eyes on all of her.
When she met Vinyl's gaze again, the unicorn's smirk had grown teeth, becoming a hungry, roguish grin. She then repeated her gesture.
Again. Faster.
Octavia huffed and rolled her eyes playfully at the demand. But she complied, spinning on one hoof so fast the skirt flew up, revealing everything.
At the same moment, the whistling of the teapot screeched out from the kitchen unexpectedly, startling Vinyl, and making her jump. Which caused her to hilt her cock in Sandalwood's ass, both the head and the medial ring rubbing over his prostate in the process. And that finally pushed him over the edge, into his much needed release.
Sandalwood's loud, deeply erotic groan, coupled with the fresh scent of his cum and the sudden tightness of his clenching ass all combined to trigger Vinyl's orgasm, in turn. She threw her head back, mouth open in a soundless scream as her cock swelled even bigger, before shooting a huge wad of cum deep into her partner's bowels. Her second and third, equally sizeable shots were accompanied by groans that went unheard over Sandalwood's much louder cries of relief and the still screaming kettle.
"Well, that was quite the reaction." Rarity said playfully, as Vinyl's and Sandalwood's orgasms wound down.
"Yes it was. Probably about the best we could've hoped for." Octavia joked back.
"Indeed. In fact, that was probably the best compliment my work has gotten in years." Rarity agreed with a little giggle, and Octavia giggled, too. Then they headed over to the counter Vinyl was leaning on, as she recovered from her orgasm. She was still holding Sandalwood in her magic, and there was a slight bulge in his abdomen, from all the cum she'd pumped into him.
Smirking down at her panting wife, and her more-disheveled-than-usual mane, Octavia teased, "I'll take that as a definite 'I love it'."
Vinyl glared at her wife for a second or two, before smirking at her and clicking her teeth together playfully.
Bite me.
"When we get home." Octavia told her, as she started stripping off her gloves. Once the outfit was safely boxed up, Octavia grabbed Sandalwood, and once Vinyl's magic had let him go, she pulled him off her wife's cock. As soon as the blunt, flared head pulled out of the fawn-colored ass, a veritable river of jizz followed.
It took a few seconds for Sandlewood to get his feet back under him properly, and all the while, thick futa-cum poured out of his hole. A lot of it ended up drizzled over Vinyl's cock, but just as much ran down his legs. Once his footing was secure, he stepped aside, and Octavia pulled Vinyl close, kissing her deeply. Octavia's bipedal form was slightly stocky, with a sturdy build, as tended to be the norm for earth ponies. And Vinyl followed the general unicorn tendency towards being petite and slender. (Pegasi generally tended towards being lean and muscular.) So even though there was less than an inch difference in their height when on all fours, when on two legs, Octavia was almost a whole hand1 taller. And now she was using those extra inches and pounds to thoroughly dominate her wife.
Ten or twelve seconds later, the stream of cum died down, and the warmth of Sandalwood's brands faded, their work done for the moment.2
"Would you two like to stay for tea?" Rarity asked, once the two mares separated. "It should be ready in just a moment more."
"No, thank you. I have something more appealing to drink right here." Octavia answered, before she returned to four hooves in a flash of mulberry light. In this form, her wife's softening cock was only inches below her nose, and she set straight to licking it clean of the spilled cum. The scent was strong, and the taste even more so. Musky, and noticeably bitter, thanks to all the greens in their diet.
That same diet also made bitterness almost as enjoyable as sweetness, so Octavia took her time, slowly running her tongue up her wife's length. Over and over again, until it was hard as a rock once more, and every hint of cum was gone. And still, she kept licking; teasing her wife the way the sights and scents of the last few minutes had teased her. She didn't stop until she felt Vinyl tap her shoulder.
When she looked up, the unicorn's eyebrows popped up and down twice, as her finger waved in a circle.
Turn around. I wanna fuck you.
Octavia made a show of thinking it over for a second or two before answering. "…Nah. You can fuck me when you catch me." she said, tugging her wife's hoof out from under her. Putting her off-balance enough that Octavia could get a decent head start. "And no magic. That's just cheating." she added, as she turned to the door.
Octavia only made it a couple steps before she saw the handle glow, and she had to skid to a stop. But before she could get mad at her wife for blatantly cheating right after having been told not to, she realized the magic was a dull green color, thus not Vinyl's. She then threw up a hoof so that the door would hit it, instead of her muzzle if it flew open. Fortunately for all involved, it opened normally instead, revealing a unicorn foal who lived here part-time.
"Oh, good afternoon, Sweetie Belle." Octavia said, getting back to her hooves. "How was school?"
"Afternoon Miss Melody. Miss Scratch." Sweetie greeted the mares, as she trotted in and took off her saddlebag. "It was fine."
"Not with your friends today, or are you just meeting up later?" Octavia asked, after looking around and not seeing the other two Crusaders.
"Nah, Applebloom's got a lotta chores today, cause Applejack's outta town. And Scoots' parents are home for a couple weeks, between assignments."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."
"Eh, it's no biggie. I like spending time with my big sis, too." Sweetie said dismissively. "Sometimes, at least. And Diamond said she might be able to swing by later. She's having trouble with her Ponish homework, and I offered to help."
"You've really grown up a lot since you got your Cutie Mark, haven't you?" Octavia mused. Before adding, "So has she, funnily enough."
"We all have." Sweetie agreed, before her stomach gurgled softly. "Anyways, it was nice seeing you, but if you'll excuse me, I need to get something to eat."
"Of course, and it was nice seeing you, too." Octavia said, before looking behind her at Vinyl, who was standing right behind her, still as hard as before Sweetie showed up. When Vinyl saw her looking, she raised her arms, looming playfully over her wife, smiling evilly, and popping her eyebrows.
I've got you now.
Octavia merely grinned back at her mischievously. "Don't forget the dress." she said, hesitating just long enough to see Vinyl's face go blank, before sprinting out the door.
Vinyl just stood in place for a few seconds, looming over nothing, like an idiot, blinking once or twice. Then Tavi's words really sank in, and she thought a vicious curse, stomping a hoof. She turned just long enough to spot the dress box and grab it in her magic, before charging out the door, in pursuit of the tease she'd married.
Despite wanting to get something to eat, Sweetie watched the two mares' antics for a moment, before heading for the kitchen. "It's nice to see ponies so in love." she thought to herself. "Makes me wish I had a special somepony."
She barely paid attention to the sight of Vinyl's erection. Since most ponies in town almost never wore clothes, even in their bipedal forms, she'd grown up seeing cocks in every possible condition. Even totally soft, since bipedal forms didn't have a sheath. Though for some reason, that didn't stop them from having medial rings.
Sweetie's stomach growled again, distracting her from thoughts of love and nonsensical anatomy. Shaking her head, she headed for the kitchen, and almost ran into Paisley, as she came out carrying the tea tray.
"Hi, Paisley." she said, hopping back a step or two.
"Good afternoon, Young Miss." the woman greeted. "The tea this afternoon is a Chineighs black, and I've prepared HBLTs to eat." Sweetie's ears perked up at that, as haybacon, lettuce, and tomato was one of her favorites.
"Oh, the tea's ready. Excellent. I could use a pick-me-up." Rarity said spotting the pair in the kitchen doorway. "Just set the service down in the hospitality corner, Paisley. Thank you." Sweetie didn't understand why Rarity insisted on calling it a tea service, but then again, she didn't understand why she spoke with such a strange accent, either. Her sister was just plain weird, sometimes.
Sweetie Belle followed Paisley to one side of the room, where there was a small table and a couple chairs. It was mostly used for visitors who came in with a friend or spouse, and weren't interested in shopping for themselves. It was also sometimes used when ponies wanted to sit while discussing a custom order. And on rare occasion, Rarity would take a short break there, instead of the kitchen. When she felt like a change of scenery, but didn't want to close the shop.
Hopping up on a chair, Sweetie grabbed a sandwich half from the tray and started eating, as Paisley poured the first cup of tea. It took a second for Sweetie to recognize the scent of the tea, and couldn't help a small wince. She couldn't remember the name, but it was probably her least favorite variety. Too smoky and earthy, almost moldy. She did her best to ignore it, and went back to her sandwich. She was hungrier than she'd thought, and she tore into it ravenously.
"Sweetie Belle, slow down." Rarity chided the filly, as she joined the other two. "You don't want to choke, after all. To say nothing of manners. Thank you Paisley, Darling." she added as her vassal handed her her cup of tea, already doctored the way she liked, with a twist of lemon. She sipped at it, sighing internally as her sister ignored her admonishment, speeding through the last few bites of her sandwich, before grabbing a second. Rarity grabbed one for herself, and bit into it more politely.
They ate in a pleasant silence for a long while, with Rarity getting through three sandwiches and four cups of tea. Sweetie Belle slowed down after the second sandwich, but she still worked through three more before she was full. Something Rarity couldn't help commenting on.
"My, you were hungry, Sweetie. Did you miss lunch today?" she asked, wondering if something had happened at school.
"No, lunch was fine. I was just really hungry for some reason."
"Your growth spurt should still be a couple years off." Rarity mused. She dismissed it a moment later, saying, "I guess it's just one of those things." She emptied her cup of tea, and then emptied the pot while refilling it. She added a squeeze of lemon, took a test-sip, and found that she'd gotten a few of the dregs, making it a little earthier than she liked. Which reminded her that Sweetie didn't like this tea at all.
"Oh, Sweetie, I'm so sorry. About the tea, I mean," she added, at the confused look her sister gave her. "I completely forgot about you when I asked Paisley to make it, I'm ashamed to admit."
"That's okay, Sis." Sweetie Belle said, shrugging it off. "Maybe I could have some milk, instead?" she asked, looking at Paisley. Specifically, her large, white breasts.
"I don't know, do you feel up to it, Paisley, dear?" Rarity asked the 22-year-old woman, who was considering her milk-filled breasts.
"I'm not too full, but there's probably enough to get a decent drink, Miss." Paisley decided, standing up. She didn't need to be told to move over to a specific section of the wall that could be folded out to create a waist-high, padded bench. As the ponies watched, the brand on the small of Paisley's back—three blue diamonds, the same as on her pubic mound and in the hollow of her throat—glowed slightly, and a blue aura surrounded the clasp of her bra.
Even though though she could have just opened the pale cyan flaps, since it was a maternity bra she had on, Paisley really only wore it to support her breasts and avoid back pain. Like the ponies she lived amongst, she preferred complete nudity, as much as possible. So even though the bra was every bit the work of art one would expect of Rarity's work—cyan cups and straps, with lace and several other decorative flourishes, all the same color as the flaps—Paisley was happy to shrug out of it.
Once Paisley had settled on the cushion, Sweetie Belle trotted over to her quickly. Looking up, she pushed up onto her hind legs long enough to plant a quick kiss on Paisley's cheek. Then she stepped forward and licked at one breast. She did it a couple more times, teasing the woman by purposely avoiding the nipple. Finally, she stepped forward, angled her head up, wrapped her lips around the gray nipple, and started suckling softly.
It took a couple pulls to get the first few drops, and a few more to get a solid flow, but Paisley's sweet, slightly thin milk was soon filling the unicorn's mouth. For about a minute, Sweetie Belle stood there, in the same pose that infants across Equestria had used for millennia—the same pose Sweetie herself had taken with Cookie Crumbles uncounted times before she was weaned. It was comforting, wrapping the white foal in a soul-deep nostalgia.
But at the same time, it was exciting. Since she'd gotten her Cutie Mark—thus reaching the age of sexual majority, according to pony society—she had suckled from at least one of two or three women once or twice a week, and it almost never ended without something sexual happening. So even as Sweetie Belle drifted in the warm feelings of love, safety, and home, warm feelings of another sort were going mostly unnoticed.
At least, until the breast she was drinking from ran dry. As Sweetie Belle swallowed the last mouthful, and came out of her lactation-induced haze, she noticed the warmth in her back end. The slight swelling of her lips, and the faintest hint of dampness on them. Those, combined with minute twitches of her tail, as if it was debating with itself over whether or not it should flag, all confirmed that her usual arousal had sprouted.
The sudden awareness of her arousal, combined with the sight of milk leaking out of the other creamy breast, dripping to the floor, made the sprout burst into full bloom. Sweetie's pussy suddenly winked, coating her lips with her juices. And when the smell hit her nose, Sweetie's thick, curly tail flagged immediately, slapping Paisley's face as it flipped up. The woman didn't mind, though. She just enjoyed the sight of the filly's little pussy. The tight, gray lips, glistening with arousal. The even tighter pucker just above it. Or seemingly below, because of Paisley's upside-down vantage.
As much as she enjoyed the sight—including the occasional flashes of pink, as the winking lips revealed both clit and inner walls—and the musky-sweet scent, Paisley didn't touch the beauty before her. She wanted to wait for Sweetie to ask her. To make Sweetie ask her.
Sweetie Belle, meanwhile, looked over at the table and saw that Rarity had vanished. Most likely to the restroom, after her five cups of tea. But whatever the case, she wasn't here to scold her little sister for acting uncouth, so Sweetie turned to lick Paisley's milk off the floor. Only to realize she'd been too slow about it, and the enchantment built into the floor had had time enough to work its magic and remove the breast milk.
Only mildly disappointed, Sweetie Belle returned her attention to the still leaking breast. And again, she started by teasing the young woman with long licks over the slope of her breasts. Then she used a hoof to angle the breast so she could run her tongue over the areola, catching loose drops of sweetness. As much as she was enjoying herself, Sweetie Belle wanted more, so took the nipple in her teeth and squeezed it lightly, making Paisley squeak.
"Finger me." Sweetie said, swishing her tail before flagging it again.
"With pleasure, Young Miss." Paisley said, bringing one hand up to run her middle finger up and down the ash-grey lips, repaying Sweetie Belle for her teasing. After a few seconds, she brought her fingers to her mouth, both tasting the cum and wetting her ring finger. She then went back to stroking the little slit, this time pressing her fingertips between the lips, getting them even wetter. Sweetie Belle matched her teasing by planting kisses all over the breast in her hoof.
Once her fingers were good and slippery, Paisley moved them to the little pony's clit and started circling it. At the same time, she slipped her thumb into the wet warmth. The mutual teasing continued for almost a minute more, before Sweetie Belle hit her limit and switched from kissing to suckling. Paisley thanked her by moving her fingers up from her clit and pushing them as deep into Sweetie Belle as she could. She also eased her thumb into the tight ass as she felt her milk start to flow.
Their soft moans greeted Rarity's ears as she exited the bathroom. On two hooves, because like many mares she found it easier using a toilet in her bipedal form. If nothing else, it made it easier to keep her tail from getting soiled. Walking into the main room, she saw Paisley pumping three fingers in and out of Sweetie Belle's pussy fast and hard. And Sweetie, barely visible behind the long, thick fall of cyan hair, was wiggling her hindquarters, fucking back against the fingers while sucking Paisley's breast hard, almost viciously.
The sight made Rarity's cock swell and her pussy heat up. She spotted Sandalwood in her workroom, sorting fabrics, and quietly called out to him, "Oh, Sandalwood, darling." When he turned to look at her, she beckoned him over with a curled finger. He set the bolt of taupe velvet he was holding where it belonged, before approaching her. As he did, she returned to her quadrupedal form. She felt more in the mood to be on the receiving end of the fuck, than the giving, and she enjoyed that more when she didn't have a cock distracting her focus.
"I need you to rut me, dear." she told her approaching vassal quietly, so as not to disturb the pair she was watching. At the same time, she levitated a short stand—more of a hoofstool—from the room, to step up on. It gave her the extra hand-and-a-half of height she needed for Sandalwood to fuck her standing up. Once she was standing on it, Rarity flicked her tail at the young man a couple times, both spreading her scent and teasing his cock directly with her silky coiffure, to get him hard. Checking that he had started rising to the occasion, she then flagged her tail, the long curl landing on her back.
Sandalwood wrapped his hand around his shaft, giving it a few pumps to get it completely hard. His brands then warmed and glowed slightly, making sure his balls had totally refilled, and were ready to go again. Sandalwood then lifted his cock and started rubbing it over the soft, gray lips, hotdogging his mistress. He took long, steady strokes, making sure to brush his domed head against both her puckered anus and her dock. Once he had his rhythm down, Sandalwood followed Rarity's gaze over to where his fellow vassal was still fingering Sweetie Belle vigorously with three fingers, as the pale gray foal swallowed the last mouthful or two of milk available to her.
When the flow ended, Sweetie Belle spent a few seconds licking the nipple and areola, before hanging her head and splaying her legs a little wider, bracing herself. Paisley then added a fourth finger and sped up her thrusting, while still wiggling her thumb in the small plot.
As the sound of Sweetie Belle's squeaky gasping, both adorable and erotic, reached the watching pair, Sandalwood concentrated on his cock. The warmth and light of his brands grew by an order of magnitude, as did the fawn shaft and copper-colored head. Yet another trick of the brands was the ability to expand a man's cock to a size that would perfectly satisfy the pony whose brand he bore.3
Now fully ready to give his mistress what she wanted, Sandalwood eased his bell-shaped head into Rarity's wet warmth. A hoof muffled her moan as she was filled. Sandalwood gave her a few seconds to enjoy the moderate stretch before he started moving. Slow at first, to make sure they were adequately lubed, but within seconds, he was pounding her fast and hard, rutting her as she'd asked.
As she took the rough fucking, Rarity followed her sister's lead and spread her hind legs. But instead of meeting the thrusts, she lowered herself to her foreknees, angling herself so that the cock was pressing hard on her clit, even between winks. She had gone from merely pressing her hoof over her mouth, to actually biting it to keep herself quiet. The little bit of sting only added to her pleasure.
Meanwhile, across the room, Sweetie Belle's voice was rising in both pitch and volume as she pushed herself back against Paisley's fingers harder, her orgasm approaching. A few seconds before it was due, Paisley's hand moved back too far, and her thumb slipped free of Sweetie's ass. So when the little unicorn threw herself back a split-second later, Paisley's hand was forced in past her wrist.
Feeling her pussy suddenly twice as full as before, Sweetie exploded in orgasm unexpectedly. It caused her to scream loud and long, throwing her head back, her eyes wide and ears straight up. When she did, her horn just missed swiping across Paisley's breast and face, making the young woman jump. Which only intensified Sweetie's orgasm. Fortunately, she only jerked in place a little, instead of thrashing wildly. Also fortunately—for Rarity's crystal, at least—it also caused Sweetie's voice to crack.
A few seconds later, the ragged screech died down, and Rarity's ears lifted from her skull. A second after that, Sandalwood's hands returned to grip her flanks, having uncovered his own ears. He'd stopped thrusting, but she could hardly blame him. She loved her little sister dearly, but there were things that she'd give quite a lot to change. Like how she could sometimes sound worse than nails on a blackboard…through a megaphone.
Despite the interruption, Sandalwood needed only seconds to return to giving her the good rutting she'd requested. And now that she needn't worry about distracting the other two from their coitus, Rarity took her hoof out of her mouth and letting her own perfectly-ladylike voice be heard, unmuffled. She let herself sink into the pleasure filling her as she barely noticed Sweetie Belle pull herself off Paisley's hand and almost collapse to the floor to recover. She was too focused on Sandalwood's cock, which was starting to bump into her cervix, sending shocks of pleasure through her body to notice her voice changing.
Sweetie Belle drifted back to full awareness to hear the throaty tone her sister refused to ever accept she made. Just another thing about Rarity that didn't make sense to her. While Paisley got off the bench and headed into the kitchen to wash her hand, Sweetie turned her head to watch the her elder sister get rutted.
Rarity was exhorting Sandalwood to keep rutting her, alternating with exclamations of joy. Her voice had dropped an octave in the throes of pleasure, and it vaguely reminded Sweetie Belle of Princess Luna's. Before long, she'd lost her ability to speak entirely, her vocalizations reduced to vulgar grunting.
Seconds later, Sandalwood gripped Rarity's mane and give it a sharp yank, which set off the mare's orgasm. She screamed as the pleasure washed through her, her walls clenching Sandalwood's cock. Despite that, he barely slowed his thrusting, keeping Rarity at her peak. But he only lasted another ten or fifteen seconds before the tight grip pushed him over the edge, and he came, too. His thrusts were suddenly short and jerky as he pumped his cum into the still clenching pussy. While he didn't produce as much cum as a stallion, much less a futa, it was still enough for some to leak when he pulled his softening cock free of the gray lips.
"That was just what I needed, Darling, thank you." Rarity sighed a moment later, lowering her hindquarters to rest on the stool. As the two unicorns recovered, the humans cleaned up. Then they spent a few minutes petting and comforting the ponies through their afterglow, before they all got back to work.