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The Fetish	By : unicornlord Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 13897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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So yeah, fair warning: Set up chapter, absolutely nothing happens. Feel free to ignore.

"Rarity?" Twilight's gentle voice break the silence of the boutique as took a few steps to the center of the shop. She looked around to, admiring some of the new fashion her friend had created. She was wearing her usual studious outfit: almost a uniform of a plain purple vest and skirt, with a white long sleeve shirt, complimented with stockings purple and pink. "Are you here?"
"Yes darling!" Came her friend's reply from upstairs. "Just working on a little something, give me a moment, would you?" Despite herself, she found herself nodding to the staircase. Thumps and creaks later, the door to Rarity's room slammed, and her steps made her presence know softly.
Rarity was in her usualy work attire: A loosely buttoned purple shirt, with white work slacks, showing off her proudest assets with the aid of push bra. While she wasn't against it, and for occasions had done herself up, Rarity took great pride in having naturally smooth and glowing white fur and kept hair, opting instead for simple purple mascara and matching lipstick, her beauty more or less all natural.
And in infurated women to know end to know in the last week, Rarity's breasts has swelled to a busty, enticing, seductive D-cup.
"Yes Twilight?" She said, smiling as her breasts jiggled with each step. "Where's Spike?"
"He's went swimming with the girls, AJ and Big Mac."
"Big Mac too? A bit unusual." She said, bringing a knuckle up her lip, lost in thought. "Usually only one of them supervises while the other works."
She prodded a few ideas, but nothing really came to mind. Maybe they were both given the day off by Granny, she concluded. "So, what can I do for you, dear?"
There was an odd silence as Twilight fidgeted. "Well... It's a bit embarrassing." Rarity looked her friend up and down. She really could use a new wardrobe; her style was way too plain and hid purple tinted girl's also impressive physique. While it was no match for her carefully cared for figure, Twilight's excessive use of magic had enabled her to have a curvaceous, smooth figure, if lacking tone and tightness.
It finally dawned her that Twilight didn't want to talk in the public of the main room. "Oh yes!" She said, jumping a bit at her lack of awareness. She'd had her head in the fashion clouds again. "Well, join me in my room, won't you?"
It was always a bit of surprise to Twilight that primp and proper Rarity's room was always a bit of mess, rolls of cloths sewn about, obviously in some frantic search for just the right color and tone. Drawings and layouts littered her desk and adjacent wall. The only part of her room currently sorted seemed to be her lavishly overdone bed, on which her cat, pudgy Opalescence, slept.
She drew a chair with her magic for Twilight, and then for herself, and sunk into a, crossing her leg over, giving her a managerial look. "Well, do go on?"
"Well...First thing's first... How are you... you know?"
Rarity flushed, which showed easily against her porcelain toned fur. She hadn't really had the time to even think of such things, really; a big order had come up from Canterlot shortly after that particular episode, and it had been prefect for one trying to stymie the thought of what exactly she'd agree to. It was true she'd found herself adjusting her lacy, frilly, silken bras once or twice when they hadn't fit, but she'd done the same as she'd grown up, and thought nothing of it.
She felt kinda silly, really, to have forgotten about that. "Well... Nothing's happened so far, Twi. The girls have gotten a little bigger, but-"
"Girls?" Twilight asked. Oh, she really was amazingly naïve for a study bug. "O-oh... I get it. I'll have to remember that."
Rarity found herself trying to withhold a giggle as Twilight looked down and adjusted herself, murmuring the word to her now no doubt size enriched chest. "Yes... well... ahem. I haven't really found time... or a partner in such a matter, Twilight. It's not exactly polite conversation, you know."
"Are they hurting?" She asked.
"No, not in particular." She said, remember Twilight's warning about not milking them. "I suppose my... ahem, generous size means it'll talk a bit longer then others."
"Well, maybe, but not for Rainbow Dash."
"She already opted out?" Rarity figured that Fluttershy or even herself would bow out of this little contest the earliest. Dash seemed to reveal in her growth spurt, puffing out chest instinctively as stallions passed by.
"No. Scootaloo."
"Scootaloo?"
"Yeah, Scootaloo."
The gears ground a bit for slipping back into place, revving hard with sudden clarity. "Wait, with SCOOTALOO?!" The white mare said, gesturing wildly for effect. "Oh the Scandal! The Gossip! The... Details, Twilight! I need details!"
"I don't have much, sorry." Twilight warned in advance. "I dropped Scootaloo off at Rainbow Dash's house. When I came back, Scootaloo was oddly clinging and RD's chest was smaller. I put two and two together and asked her about it later after Scootaloo went home. That's all I know, and thats I'm gonna ask."
"That's all?!" Rarity gasped, unable to believe Twilight would have such little lust for gossip. "What about Scootaloo, is the poor girl alright?"
"She's fine. She wants to go back to train some more, in fact she wanted to stay the night, but she didn't have permission. So I think it's safe to assume she's a willingly party."
"You really have no problem with this?"
"I was the one who started this to begin with, Rare. I knew the risk and reward. One of the biggest things is keeping it a secret from people you don't trust. Me and spike trust you all very much... I won't abuse Dash's trust."
Rarity knew it was coming, but she still found herself cringing as Twilight rolled out. "I hope she can trust you with this secret as well. Give them your blessing, Rare, and don't tell anybody..."
That was really not fair of Twilight, bringing in guilt to allow the delinquent behavior, borderline if not actual sexual deviance. But, if nobody was being hurt, and it was such an innocent, nurturing thing, could she really bring it upon herself to ruin an unusual happiness her friends had found?
"Fine..." She muttered limply. "But if I hear Scootaloo is being abused in any way."
"Rare, this is Rainbow Dash we're talking about. I'd put money Scootaloo was the one who brought the idea to Dash. You know how bad she is with intimacy."
You're one to talk, Rarity thought as she conceded the idea with sigh. "Is this all that you wanted to talk about, Twilight?"
"Well, no... actually.. um... I don't know how to go about this." She fiddled with thumbs, and took time to admire the décorum intricate patterning of the carpet, wondering if Rarity did her own bed spreads and flooring as well. Anything to grab onto what small courage would be enough to force out the words that clung to ther throat like mountaineers clinging to the side of a foothold of an otherwise sheer cliff.
"It's... about Spike." She started, puffing out and then sucking in much needed air. "I've... well... um..."
"Yes?"
"Well... um..."
"Go on, my dear, no need to worry around me."
"Well, you see... um... how do I put this..."
She fumbled and twiddled and darted around the room, still unable to do much but mumble incoherently about age gaps and such. Something about unintended consequences or something, even with her ears it was hard to make out.
"Twilight!" She suddenly barked at the girl, startling her. "Sit!"
The girl obeyed with all the vigor of a scolded pup. "Look at me." She commanded next to draw drifting, unsure eyes. "Tell me what happened."
"Well, I've been called away on business in Canterlot. So... I thought it'd be the prefect time... for … you know... you to... baby... Spike...?"
"Baby... Spike?" She followed in her own singsong voice. It took a few moments of grinding before the gears in her finally locked in place, her brain over revving at the sudden clarity of Twilight's request. "Oh... OH! TWILIGHT!" She jerked with all the conviction of a opera singer hitting the crescendo.
"I know you're still fighting the idea, so I thought... you know if you had Spike work for it in your shop, or something. You know how helpful he can be when tries. You can think of it as a reward for doing well."
"Twilight I don't think-"
"Rarity, you did promise Spike you'd give it a try. Believe me, he's really looking forward to the chance." Drat, she had to reminder her of that.
It wasn't that he was the only one. No doubt there'd be dozen of men (and quite a few women, she'd begun noticing.) who'd love to pry apart her blouse and take her. She knew this, because, well... she'd been told so on a number of occasions by vuglar types who seemed to think muscle was the be all end all of sexual attraction.
She'd even garnered the attention of Dr. Hooves, Derpy's infamous blue whale of a catch, and he's put on his best subconscious display of flex. She still had no idea what the eccentric yet dashing young stallion had actually seen in mare, but that was what made it all the more adorable to her.
"I don't know, Twilight..." She tried again. She frankly had other thing to worry about besides her odd little agreement. She nibbled on her finger trying to find a reasonable excuse. She didn't, but that spoke well enough: Rarity was not ready. Not yet.
Once again, dim silence it the room, a low hum from the cat the only life that wasn't mangled in thought. "Why... not make him work for it, then?"
"What was that, Twi?"
"Well, I really do need to drop him off with somebody... I'll be gone on special assignment for the week. We both know he'd much rather it be you then Fluttershy or AJ. Why not... make him earn what he wants while you get yourself prepared for it. You know, make him get rolls of cloth and stuff while you get used to the idea."
"I don't think it's that simple, Twilight-" She was shushed by a single finger on her lips. Twilight pulled back with a small tinge on her cheeks, but determination on her features.
"I know. Rarity. Believe me... I know. It's a fetish. It's not for everybody. There's a bunch of things that can go wrong. Spike... can take it a little further... in fact... he has."
Rarity breath hitched, her whole body tinged with something cool yet electrifying. Twilight's face scrunched and stumbled with her emotions, and she looked down for a breath, then back up, locking her eyes on her vixen of a friend.
"Twi... has... was I right?... Did it go to far?" She glared slightly, with various transgressions and sins filling in the details her ideas.
"In his sleep."
"In his sleep?" She squeaked, the air punched from her lungs with dreadful excitement.
"He... gets really... affectionate sometimes." She motioned with her hand, waving to something.
"Affectionate? What do you... oh." She couldn't believe it; then again, Spike was a bit older then when they'd first met; perhaps he was just on the cusp of manhood rearing his ugly head? It was hard to tell. Dragons didn't really age the same way; growing with greed, shrinking with kindness, growing again with time.
Twilight relayed the events: occasionally, in his sleep, he'd grind and moan and latch on tightly to her, driving himself wild with the scent of a woman. She's woken just as he shuddered with, his body shivering with vulgar joy.
He's grown bolder, as well. He's hands had began to trail lower, tracing the curve of her stomach to latch onto the rim of her skirt, this growing attentions staved off as Twilight grabbed his hand, cupping it gently in his.
"Actually... he did it just before you guys burst in... too..." She said with a false smirk.
"And you still thought this was a good idea?" Rarity scolded. "And wanted me to take part in this, knowing how he's become?"
Twilight's face hardened.
"Spike's a dragon, Rare. He could be a lot worse, and we both know it." She said low. "He's not a pony, he's got more control then we all give him credit for. Even in this, he's fighting his Dragon half to be a pony like the rest of us? If this is the worst... I can live with this."
"Twilight... there's something you're not tell me, isn't there?"
Twilight bowed her head, trying miserably to hide her shame. Rarity, despite her aversions, couldn't help but feel sorry for the young unicorn. She reached out, and stroked the girl's hair, much like her own mother had done when she was little and sick.
"It's... I trust you... Rarity." She whispered, stilling the air and Rarity's hand. "If I leave him with Fluttershy or Dash, he'll probably freak them out if he throws a tantrum or something. Applejack's probably worse, and we don't need Big Mac involved. Pinkie... come on, it's pinkie."
Couldn't really argue with that.
"But you're gentle... yet firm. And he really tries to make you happy. He'll listen to you. And... I trust your decisions. You wouldn't do anything to hurt him. Just... please. Take him for the week. Whatever happens... I trust you, Rarity."
This was tremendously unfair. She was sure Twilight wasn't giving her all of the details. For who's good, she didn't know. Spike's, she guess. But it was almost as if she giving consent to her.
Which was crazy, because Spike was still so young! Rarity licked the dryness from her lips, biting her lip in debate with her own shoulder angels. Twilight really knew how to abuse her friends when she needed to get something her way.
It, sadly, seemed to work this time, too. "F-fine, Twilight... But... If anything happens-"
"Like I said Rare; I trust your judgment." The purple mare said with smile.

Next chapter will definitely be Spike and Rare's time together.
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