Title:           Element of Seduction: Generosity [Flutterrape]
Author:          Smudgey
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First Edit:      Wednesday 6th of May 2015 11:44:49 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 26th of May 2015 06:43:42 AM CDT

>The white door resembling Rarity now long gone, you find yourself walking down another hallway.
>Although the design initially appears to be same as the previous one, farther in it becomes clear when you find light through the open windows that this one is slightly different.
>The walls and floors appear to be made of some sort of white stone similar to porcelain, possibly marble.
>You almost wonder if this is what heaven might look like, supposing such a place exists.
>No matter, you must continue on.
>Like your previous venture before, it doesn't take long before you come to a halt at another intricate door, only this one is instead made up of the same white material that dons the surfaces of this place.
>This time you don't bother to knock, simply opting to open the door immediately.
>As you pull, you find that the strain from the door's weight is much greater than you expected.
>Because of this, the blast of air you had experienced last time is slowly seeped out instead.
>When you finally have enough space to squeeze through, you suck in your gut and slide your way in.
>Once again, it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the new found light, but before long the irritation finally fades.
>Looking around, you try to assess where you have ended up this time.
>At a cursory glance, it would appear to be a room inside someone's home, though nothing else in particular stands out to you.
>Unlike Twilight's venture, it seems there is no one here to welcome your arrival.
>With no alternatives, you decide to take the initiative as you place your hand on the room's only door handle and proceed to leave.
>As you step into the hallway, the striking decor becomes all too familiar, the gaudy materials immediately boasting where you currently reside.
>This is Rarity's Boutique.
>And if this really is her homestead, it would be reasonable to assume the owner of this establishment would also be nearby.
>Taking a few steps forward, you begin to wander around the house aimlessly.
>It's not that large, so it doesn't take all that long to find what you're looking for.
>As you walk past each room, a particular noise catches your ear that makes you stop in front of one single door.
>The familiar sound of a machine ticking away.
>With a deep breath you mentally prepare yourself for your next "opponent" and open the door.
>Inside you find Rarity, her back turned to you as she casually works on another one of her clothing projects.
>You stand there in the doorway, expecting some turn of events to unfold, but nothing changes.
>Unsure of what to expect, you politely cover your mouth and clear your throat to try and gain her attention.
Ahem...
>As if she didn't hear you, she continues to work as her sewing machine casually ticks away.
Ahem!
>Speaking louder this time, you notice one of her ears finally flick in your direction, though she continues to sew while she does so.
>"Oh Anonymous dear, perfect timing, could you fetch me the silver thread from drawer C-3?"
>Without even looking at you, she makes this request as casually as can be, not missing a beat during her work.
>Unsure of what to expect, you cautiously decide to comply and manage to find what she's looking for in short order.
>Handing the material to her, you stare at her expecting more, but she merely offers a quick "Thank you" before she proceeds to use the thread as she intended.
>The room begins to fill with an awkward silence, only punctuated by the constant ticking motor of her sewing machine.
>To say you're confused would be taking things lightly.
>Twilight's game was as clear as day and straight to the point.
>You had expected Rarity to at least be similar to that.
>Even if it wasn't the exact same, you certainly weren't expecting... well -this-.
>You continue to wait, hoping she'll acknowledge you and offer you any opportunity to get this battle of wits started, but nothing follows.
>It's like she doesn't even care that you're present.
>As you stare at her, you feel yourself straighten in surprise when she suddenly breaks the tension and speaks.
>"Blast, I knew this wasn't right... Anonymous, could you be a dear and retrieve the violet rose cloth from drawer F-2 as well?"
>You hold back a sigh and wander back to the shelves again to find the item as you ponder what you should really be doing here.
>With nothing of real significance occurring, it's proving difficult to pick an appropriate personality to settle on.
>In the middle of your thoughts, you realize the supplies in the F-2 drawer are sparse at best and the violet cloth is no where to be found.
>Unsure of how to tackle this situation, you decide the best approach would be to use this dilemma as a starting point.
>At the very least you should test the waters a little and take it from there.
>Raising a hand to your temple, you take off your glasses and close your eyes as you pause for a moment, concentrating on what you should be; what you -need- to be.
>When you are finished, you open your eyes and stand up straight, placing your spectacles back where they rightfully belong.
>Pilfering one of her gaudy looking brushes, you quickly comb your hair back until it is perfectly presentable.
>Satisfied, you place your arms politely behind your back like a gentleman and calmly walk back over to the mare in a sophisticated manner.
>Not wanting to disturb her business she is still currently working on, you cautiously lean down and speak mildly to her ear with a thick British accent.
My apologies M'lady, but it would appear that there no longer is any of the violet cloth you speak of.
>As soon as you finish speaking, her work comes to a sudden halt.
>Though still not making eye contact with you, she finally looks away from the dress she had been making for the first time since you arrived, her expression changing to a clear display of complete bewilderment.
>"What, but... but that simply cannot be! I was sure I had restocked all our supplies just last week."
>Stepping out from her seat, she walks over to the drawer you had just inspected.
>Despite having just done so yourself, she could not fathom such an error on her part.
>Surely it was you that must have been mistaken, in all your years together; you've never known Ms. Rarity for slips of the mind.
>Yet after searching earnestly, she too finds nothing but the half used spools of various threads and worthless pin needles you had also come across.
>"But I don't understand, I could've sworn I made use of it just the other day."
>You watch as the lady grows lost in her own thoughts.
>How peculiar, and you know that you yourself would never misuse the lady's property without her consent.
>Just as confused as she is, you venture a guess.
Perhaps you had mistakenly used the last of it at that time then M'lady?
>She stares at you for a moment, confusion written all over her face as she finally makes eye contact with you for the first time since you arrived in this place.
>"I... I suppose I must have, perhaps in the heat of the moment I simply forgot to keep track of my expenditures."
>Despite her attempts to brush it off casually, the fact that she felt bothered by this turn of events was evident on her face.
>"No matter then, we'll simply have to venture to the market and restock, I refuse to design an unfinished dress."
>Never one to refuse your benefactor, you nod in agreement.
Very well then, shall we leave immediately M'lady?
>As you make a polite bow with your inquiry, Rarity makes a slight nod, but not before her horn starts glowing.
>"Yes I believe that would be most prudent, but however before we do so we simply MUST get you out of those filthy clothes."
>It is then that you are reminded that despite your best efforts to act gentlemanly, you were still in your casual morning clothes, having been so rudely interrupted by Discord before you fully prepared for your day.
My apologies Ma'am, I did not mean to offend.
>Accepting your fate, you wait as Rarity slowly but surely removes your attire.
>"Honestly, you know I can't have you be seen without your uniform on."
>Folding up your clothes neatly, she gently places them away.
>Standing there now only in your undergarments, you watch as she turns around and begins looking for your "uniform" in her closet.
>You watch as her rump sways sensually back and forth as she does so, and decide it would be best to look away; lest you offend her any further.
>But as you do so, for a split moment you flinch as you swear you could feel "something" caress your mostly bare nether regions.
>Looking around, you see nothing and confirm you and Ms. Rarity are alone.
>You sigh and decide you must simply be imagining things, perhaps the stress has been touching you harder than you had thought.
>Before long she retrieves what she is looking for and floats the bundle of fabric over to you.
>Unfolding it, you find it to be a set of proper "butler" clothes and let out a sigh of relief, thankful it was not some kind of "eccentric" costume she had prepared for you instead.
>As you finish donning the perfectly fitting clothing on yourself, you hear Rarity chide to you.
>"Lovely, now isn't that much better than those dull commoner clothes you were wearing? Come now, we mustn't dawdle or the shops will close before we know it."
>You wanted to comment that "Rarity" was the one who originally made those "dull commoner clothes" for you to begin with, but in the end you bite your tongue and think better of it.
 
>A sigh of relief escapes you.
>It had already been hours since you and Ms. Rarity had begun to run her errand.
>What should've been a simple task soon spiraled into a full afternoon's worth of tasks to accomplish.
>Despite having left with just the goal of acquiring some violet cloth, it soon became clear that Ms. Rarity had no interest in making things easy for you.
>Even after you had found what you were looking for, she had abruptly decided that the entire boutique could use a restocking as well.
>So while she was shopping for whatever she apparently needed, you were stuck on servant duty, carrying the ever growing number of parcels she was acquiring.
>Not only that, but something about the whole endeavor felt... off.
>You couldn't place a finger on it, but throughout the entire afternoon, you found yourself constantly being subtly subjected to odd innuendo of sorts.
>A sensual flick of a tail along your legs here, a gentle caress with magic on your "goods" there, a nip in the butt when you bent over to grab the package from a retailer.
>All perpetrated by Ms. Rarity, or so you suspect, truly unusual to be sure.
>With no evidence you couldn't be certain, but your suspicions were telling you that M'lady was in one of her "moods".
>Whoever the perpetrator was, she always managed to catch you off-guard when you least expected it.
>And whenever you'd turn to Ms. Rarity for assistance in catching the culprit, she was always conveniently back to her shopping; seemingly feigning innocence whenever you'd look back at her to confirm whether or not it was really her doing.
>No matter how hard you tried, you could never manage to catch her in the act, but it was happening far too frequently now to be a coincidence.
>By the time you had finished your business in the marketplace, you were starting to grow a little tense and anxious from the whole situation, your form fitting clothes no longer feeling as comfortable as they once were.
>Which is why you're currently feeling some relief as you and Ms. Rarity sit at an open patio cafe', waiting to share a late afternoon lunch as the stack of boxes and bags you had been carrying lay stacked precariously beside you.
>You stare at Ms. Rarity in silence as she idly rests her chin on her hoof and stares at the scenery beside her.
>Despite having spent the whole day together so far, she had hardly spoken a word to you and even now still opted to be contently quiet.
>You weren't sure what was going on, but she must have a reason for doing so, it wasn't like her to be so dismissive of your company.
>It would tear you apart if you were to find you have truly offended her in some way today.
>In the middle of your troubled thoughts, a waitress comes to your table to ask what the two of you would like to drink.
>Ms. Rarity doesn't even acknowledge her presence, so you decide it would be best to speak for her.
M'lady would prefer some of your finest Earl Neigh tea and for myself a simpl-guaha~!
>You quickly cover your mouth to silence your sudden outburst, immediately drawing confusion from your server.
>To no one else's knowledge, your sentence had been interrupted by the abrupt sensation of something unbuttoning your trousers and skillfully starting to play with your penis.
>In no time you feel yourself become erect as whatever is touching you begins to make long fluid motions
>Quietly gripping the table cloth in surprise, immediately your sight turns to Ms. Rarity.
>Though still seemingly paying neither you nor the waitress any mind as she stares off into the distance like before, you can see a mild glow coming from her horn, as well a subtle yet clear grin form on her lips.
>You hold back a groan as the all encompassing aura continues to work its "magic".
>But as you do so, the server's expression begins to grow into one of concern.
>"Are you alright? Do you need any help sir?"
>Before you can answer, the mysterious entity doubles its efforts.
>As the sensation becomes even greater, you bite your tongue as to not let slip what is actually happening to any of the others present, lest you embarrass yourself further.
N-No, my apologies dear t'was only a mere slip of the tongue, a common occurrence at my age; I assure you I am quite alright.
>The waitress stares at you oddly for a moment, suspicion clearly written on her face.
>"Okay... then your order?"
>You grit your teeth as you feel yourself fervently being pumped beneath the table cloth and smile as you try to power through it.
Yes yes, a tea for M'lady and a simple mineral water for myself will suffice.
>Having finally got what she needed, she smiles and lets out a quick sing~songy chirp.
>"Alright then, your drinks will arrive momentarily!"
>As the waitress finally leaves your presence, it is only then that the grasp on your penis is finally released.
>Immediately, you let out a deep gasp of relief.
>Smiling, Ms. Rarity finally decides to turn her attention back to you as well.
>"Having a good time Anonymous? I do hope today hasn't been too much of a chore, I know handling goods all day can be quite cumbersome."
>That was clearly no trick of the mind, you could already feel yourself starting to get blue balls from what just transpired, not to mention all of today's "activities" piled on top of that.
>"At least it's a beautiful day to spend outside, I must say the fresh air does wonders for my skin."
>Just like before, she continues to act like nothing even happened, but you felt like you were starting to understand a little more.
>You were starting to piece together the parts of this puzzle, or at the very least grasp an idea of what kind of game you're actually playing now.
>Buttoning yourself back up, you relax and continue to play along, making idle conversation like nothing ever happened.
>Before long your drinks arrive, and not long after placing your orders; your meals do as well.
>Despite that one questionable moment, nothing else of note occurs and you manage to finish your food in peace.
 
>By the time you and Ms. Rarity had returned to the boutique, it was already late in the evening.
>Even after Ms. Rarity had finished shopping for her business, she still felt the need to window shop for personal things she liked instead, as well as mingle with friends along the way.
>She did always say that one did not make it in the fashion world by simply designing gorgeous clothing, one also requires many connections to the industry.
>So despite your misgivings, you patiently waited as she conversed with her companions.  
>The random subtle gropings didn't stop however, even while you had to carry her veritable mountain of purchases.
>You let out another sigh for what seems like the hundredth time today, it felt like you hadn't made any progress towards your real goal yet.
>The two of you had already finished eating the dinner you had prepared after you returned, and now you were busy organizing and shelving all the items you had brought home.
>Was all of this even accomplishing what you needed it to?
>It should be, but was hard to be certain.
>Everything really depends on Ms. Rarity at this point.
Perhaps if I were to try a more direct approach...
>You find yourself muttering your thoughts out loud, secure in the fact that you were currently alone, but before you can expand on them further, you hear a bell ring in the distance.
>Confused by the odd sound, you decide that it must be the lady summoning you from another room.
>For a moment you think to call out across the room to say that you'll be with her momentarily, but quickly realize doing so would be unseemly and improper, and instead promptly head to her room before she is forced to wait too long.
>Entering her room, you find the area sparsely lit, only the aura of candle light illuminating the darkened space.
>Your nose is taken aback by the pungent smell of perfumes and various other overwhelming aromas as well.
>Ms. Rarity herself is also resting sensually on her bed while wearing a tasteful set of lingerie.
>You question whether or not you should proceed any further, but you really have no choice in the matter.
>Doing your best to ignore the fragrant scents, you inquire into her needs.
You called for me M'lady?
>A gentle smile forms on her lips.
>"Hmmm? Oh yes, I did didn't I?"
>You purse your lips in slight annoyance, being toyed with all day was not something you were fond of, and even your practiced patience was wearing thin.
Do you require assistance with anything then? If I may be of service to you, please do not hesitate to say so.
>You wait in silence as she twirls a strand of hair with her hoof, spending another minute playfully pondering to herself before continuing.
>"Well, I do suppose I feel rather lonely this evening, would you perhaps care to share some of your time with me tonight?"
>Splendid.
>Glad to have finally made a breakthrough, you do your best to keep professional.
If I may, I am still not finished with the work you gave me earlier M'lady.
>With a slight huff, she smiles and waves a hoof lightly in dismissal before patting the spot next to her.
>"The clutter can wait dear, please; sit."
>Loosening the tie around your neck slightly, you do as instructed and take a seat beside her.
>"Anonymous, what do you see when you look at me?"
>You answer almost by reflex.
I see my employer M'lady.
>She nods, apparently satisfied with your clean cut response.
>"And do you enjoy being a part of my care taking?"
>Again your response is swift and to the point.
Of course M'lady, I am always grateful for the opportunities you've given me.
>As the words leave your mouth, you feel a weight on your lap as Ms. Rarity chooses to rest herself upon it.
>When you look down at her, she grabs your face in both her hooves as she gives a sensual, yet pouty look of her own.  
>"Even when I don't treat you as well as I should?"
>You can feel the blood rushing to your face as you blush in response.
Y-You've never mistreated me M'lady, I have always been thankful for the time we've spent together.
>Barely managing to not stutter your entire sentence, you start inhaling a little deeper as your employer's face draws ever closer to your own.
>You gulp as that familiar smile of hers she's been flashing you all day comes back as well.
>"Now now Anonymous, playing the fool does not suit you at all. I wouldn't employ someone dense enough to be capable of ignoring -this-."
>Right as she finishes, a hoof finds its way to your crotch and begins to slowly massage your genitals.
>You wince at the sudden sensation making a return.
>"I've been "mistreating" you all day, you poor thing; you look like you've been ready to burst at the seams."
>You shudder as she giggles and takes a light nip at your ear.
>"But we can't have that now can we? After all, I worked very hard on those seams."
>Using her magic, you feel yourself becoming undressed as she speaks, slowly with one button at a time.
M-M'lady, this is h-highly unorthodox!
>She gently places a hoof on your lips to silence you.
>"Shhhhh, you deserve a reward for your... -hard- work today."
>Shedding your penis out of its cloth exterior, she idly holds it in her grasp, biting her lower lip in anticipation.
>"Such a patient young man we have here, it would be a travesty if diligence such as this were to be ignored."
>As she's grasping your now painfully swollen phallus, you let out a moan of desperation.
M-M'lady, please!
>With your eyes shut closed from discomfort, you feel one of her hooves caress the underside of your chin.
>"Fufufu, oh my! How could I possibly say no to such a pleading face?"
>In the moment you no longer feel her touch on your chin, something warm and wet engulfs your better half.
>You groan in satisfaction and open your eyes to find the purple haired seamstress bobbing her head up and down your shaft.
>The slick interior of her throat feels like fine silk meticulously wrapped around you.
>Each thrust forced upon you is better than the last, and you quickly find yourself rushing to the limit.
>But every single time she builds into a good rhythm, and you feel yourself reaching the end, she suddenly stops.
>The pain from the blue balls she's inflicting grows more and more each time she does so.
>You groan in agony as she licks the tip while keeping a firm excruciating grip on the base.
>Not knowing how much more of this you can handle, you call out to her in desperation.
M'lady please, I can't take anymore, allow me to finish!
>Completely releasing you from her grasp to your disappointment, she gives you a peck on the lips and smiles before pushing you onto your back.
>"Well now, maybe I do feel a bit -generous- tonight, and you've held out for oh so long..."
>As she speaks, you watch her straddling above you as she lines up your throbbing manhood with her sex.
>"Perhaps I should finally reward you for a job, well, done!"
>With each pause in her words, you feel a section of your penis enter inside her until finally she's down to the hilt.
>The sensation causes you to gasp out loud with no concern for appearances anymore.
>If she didn't have such fine control over her interior, you would've been finished just from insertion alone.
>At this point you're just thankful to finally be close to the end.
>In your mind you know you shouldn't be happy about this turn of events, but you just can't seem to say no.
>It's as if your penis is taking a hold of your heart.
>Despite her promise, she begins to move excruciatingly slow.
>When you try thrusting up to compensate, you feel your lower half held down with magic.
>"Ah ah ah, no cheating, you have to savor the anticipation before you can finally have your release."
>She is going to drive you to madness if this keeps up.
>All you can do is lay there as she takes advantage of you at her own pace.
>Unable to focus any longer, you hear her chuckle as she looks down on your desperate expression.
>"Oh dear, about to burst already? I must say, I've hardly even reached my half way point, but I suppose I can be -generous- just this once and allow you to cum before I do so."
>Leaning towards you until your noses touch, she smiles sensually and whispers to you.
>"Go ahead then Anonymous, I don't mind, finish inside and shower me with your love."
>As her words settle in your mind, time feels like it has suddenly slowed down as your thoughts are given a brief moment of clarity.
>Watching her thrust down upon you, everything suddenly becomes clear.
>This was her plan all along.
>Pretending to ignore you, treating you as her assistant, all while subtly fondling you for fun.
>From the moment the day started she wanted to bring you to the edge without taking anything in return!
>And you foolishly walked into it, arms wide open.
>She's built such a huge lead on you already, how could you possibly make a comeback now?
>If only there was a way to take the advantage back from her.
>If only there was...
>No wait... there is.
>How could you have forgotten it until now?
>The last piece to the puzzle.
 
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>A smarmy smile forms on your lips as you let out a light chuckle.
Heh, so that's how it is.
>You speak out with a calm voice, no longer painted with a fake British accent.
I almost let myself get too caught up in the moment, thankfully you stopped me before I missed the obvious answers.
>Having been almost silent aside from the odd plea and groan up till now, your sudden collected words catch the mare's attention off guard.
>"C-Come again?"
Sorry Rarity, but it seems you got too greedy, perhaps you should've been a tad bit more generous and finished me while you had the chance.
>You can see in her face that she's taken aback by the sudden change in your polite demeanor as your confident gaze cuts right through her.
You brought me to the edge, but failed to take the plunge.
>As she's forced to stare into the depths of your eyes, only she would be able to notice the slight hue of magenta emanating from within them.
>The unfamiliarity in your voice and demeanor, coupled with the eerie look in your eyes causes her to stutter.
>"P-Preposterous! You're already at your limit, I made sure of it!"
>It didn't matter anymore, you had what you needed to defeat her.
>In fact, you always had it, you just didn't realize it until now.
It's too late now "M'lady", I already have the key to your defeat.
>Adjusting your glasses, you speak out with courage, your spirit speaking even more than your words do.
A newly added piece to my arsenal, knowledge from a dear friend!
>As if you could hear the stereotypical finger snap emanate from your very thoughts, Twilight's anatomy lesson comes rushing back to the forefront of your mind.
>You were a diligent student, even if it was still just a game to you; you made sure to pay attention to everything you she had to offer.
>After all, these type of studies were the only matters that truly interest you.
>All the intricacies of mare relations, every minute detail of the female form.
>Their likes and dislikes.
>Their wants and needs.
>And an extra curricular course on Unicorns for good measure!
>You had everything you needed to construct Rarity's downfall, you need only reach up and take it.
>Extending your arm up before she can react, you swiftly drag a coarse fingernail across Rarity's horn.
>Caught off guard, the sudden electrifying sensation is transmitted directly to her synapses causing her to inadvertently release her magical hold on your lower half.
>You watch as the mare continuously gasps and shudders in confusion, her sex quivering around your phallus while not understanding what just occurred in her body.
>As you grin slyly, you picture every bit of Twilight's advice as it drifts about in your head.
>If you couldn't beat a mare in a fair fight, you need only aim for her weak points!
>In the middle of Rarity's gasping, you tilt your head horizontally and lock your lips with her own, forcing her to breathe in your air instead.
>The intimate rush of carbon dioxide you share is intoxicating, quickly making her more and more delirious as she moans into your throat in desperate confusion.
>While her mind is addled, you grab hold of one of the mare's snow white haunches and position her the at the angle you need.
>With your free hand, you wrap your fingers around one of her ears and massage the outer and inner workings of it at the same time.
>And lastly, you loosely wrap her tail around one of your legs, caressing it in preparation for the final assault.
>Lifting her up to the perfect spot, you begin thrusting into her at an incredibly fast pace.
>Her eyes open wide as she tries to moan at the sudden sensation, but her voice is struck down as your tongue entangles with her own.
>Each time your penis enters her inner core, it hits her g-spot continuously, a perfect direct hit every time.
>Your teacher would accept no less.
>Rarity's eyes dart back and forth in shock, though you cannot tell if she has any true clarity left in them.
>Your mouth muffles the screams of ecstasy spilling out from her throat during your relentless assault on her body, all the while making sure her meager semblance of resistance is shut down completely.
>You watch as the all encompassing combination attack begins to overwhelm her long before you feel the need to finish.
>No longer struggling, she wraps her limbs around your body and starts combining her thrusts with your own, seemingly enslaved by the new found onslaught on her senses.
>With her cooperation secured, you take your now free hand and place it directly on her clit.
>Without too much force, you sensually yet vigorously massage her button at the same time.
>Soon enough you start to feel a change unfold in her insides.
>You feel her inner flesh begin flexing in unusual patterns, a tell-tale sign of what was about to come.
>Suddenly, the walls around your dick grasp you like a vice, quivering and laboring to hold onto you like a desperate living creature in need.
>Finally managing to wrench her mouth away from yours, the porcelain shaded mare lets out a howl of bliss as she orgasms in delight, all semblance of dignity long lost.
>You continue to thrust into her as she rides out her orgasm, not willing to let her off easily, but eventually her body gives out and manages to calm down.
>Exhausted both physically and mentally, the mare passes out on top of you, her pussy still inadvertently trying to coax more out of you.
>It is only in this moment that your remember how truly close to the brink you are, and that doing so would be admitting defeat.
>Reluctantly, you pull out your penis from its warm cocoon before it's too late, the cool air feeling like ice by comparison.
>Taking a moment to collect yourself, you remove the mare from her resting place on your chest and place her snugly beneath her bed sheets as you contemplate what just transpired.
It was a good effort, subtly is a fine art not many can employ, but you wielded it nicely.
>You place a kiss on her cheek, a consolation prize of sorts, and collect your things as you prepare to leave.
I probably would have lost had I chosen you first, luck of the draw I suppose.
>When you're ready, you place your hand on the door and open it, pausing before the dark expanse that had replaced what should've been the boutique.
>Before you leave, your mind drifts back to what had transpired today.
>All things considered, you couldn't say you didn't have fun.
>You look back at the slumbering mare and smile.
T'was an honor M'lady.
>And with those parting words, you plunge back into the abyss.
 
>It isn't long before you find yourself waking up on the floor, back in the starting area once more, the sound of the white door you came from slamming unceremoniously behind you serving as your alarm clock.
>You blink a few times before becoming coherent enough to stand up again.
>As you do so, you hear the sound of a lock clicking shut.
>You turn around to see that Rarity's door now sports a fancy lock with a "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging from it.
Cute...
>Aside from that, the place is as untouched as you left it.
>Nothing has changed, and like before all of the unclaimed doors remain as nondescript and neutral as possible, none of them really speaking out to you.
>Disappointing really, if you didn't remember your current victories you would've sworn you had made no progress at all.
>As you debate which one to tackle next, the horrible specter that brought you to this place reappears before you, still in his tiny form.
>For some reason he's now got long luscious hair and is knitting what appears to be a sweater.
>"You're back! Goody, I had almost thought you might have gotten lost in there."
>His knitting becomes much more rapid, quickly creating a full sized sweater in your exact size in short order, despite his current small stature.
>"Of course I never had any doubts you'd return -eventually-, why you're "the best" after all, being knocked out of the fight so soon would be just silly!"
>When he turns the sweater around, he reveals that it has an intricately designed picture of you heroically standing on top of a defeated looking Rarity, like a gladiator champion after winning a battle.
>You weren't sure, but you had a feeling there was sarcasm laced in each of his words.
>"I just hope dear old Rarity wasn't too much of a pushover for you, she can get quite caught up in her work after all."
>When he flips the sweater around again, what was once a blank canvas now has a depiction of Rarity huddled over her desk in her workplace, solemnly working on something in the middle of the night alone.
>"I almost feel bad for her, we both know deep down all she wants is to find someone to share her life with, one who could understand her needs better than anyone else."
>Another flip of the sweater reveals the champion pose replaced with a shot of Rarity's face kissing your own, while encompassed by a tacky looking heart shape.
>"Such a shame that you couldn't "throw her a bone" as it were."
>In the next moment, a pair of comically sized scissors appear out thin air and cleanly slice through the heart, veritably separating the two of you.
>"But we both know you're tougher than that, you wouldn't let something as worthless as -sympathy- get in the way of your conquest now would you?"
>As the two separated pieces explode into confetti, you furrow your brow in annoyance.
>What a load of nonsense, as if you'd trade your future away just because he guilt trips you.
>But as you try to ignore him, the throbbing pain in your pelvic region from earlier returns, a reminder that you never allowed yourself any form of release during that last encounter.
>Still goading you on for whatever reason, you grit your teeth and ignore Discord, holding your waist as you try ease yourself.
>Despite managing to hold back a groan of pain, it doesn't take long for Discord to notice your change in attitude as well.
>"Oh what's this? Having a little trouble there? Perhaps the little marshmallow put up more of a fight than I had thought?"
>Snaking around you, he starts poking and prodding you in all your uncomfortable places, much to your chagrin.
>You've already had enough.
I don't have to put up with this.
>Pushing the pest out of the way, you begin circling the area, contemplating which door to venture through next.
>As you walk however, the slippery bastard sneaks between the space between your legs, hovering a few inches off the ground in between the spot where you are walking as he seemingly taunts you.
>"You know Anonymous, if you're having trouble I could offer my own -special- assistance."
>You stare at him with guarded yet inquisitive eyes, yet continue pacing as you do so.
I don't require any handouts from -you-.
>The other worldly being chuckles as he does the backstroke between your thighs.
>"Oh but Anon you forget, -I- can be anything you want me to be, just say the word and I'll make everything right as rain."
>He punctuates his words by snaking his way up the inside of your clothes until he's face to face with you, laying down in mid-air as he rests his elbows on your nose.
>When you squint your eyes hard enough, for a brief moment you could swear something about him was not right.
>Not that anything about him was ever right to begin with, but he seemed... different than usual.
>As you stare him down, he swishes his tail once and slowly drags a jagged bird claw down the bridge of your nose.
>"You need only ask."
>Yanked back from your thoughts, you glare at him in disgust.
Gross.
>Taking your answer as final, he huffs in a disturbingly feminine manner and pouts.
>"Well fine then be a spoil sport, but don't come crawling to me when you're on your last leg then."
>Brushing him off, you pass him by and move forward.
Don't worry, I won't.
>But as you do so, you hear the familiar sound of a finger snapping behind you and find yourself suddenly toppling over as one of your legs literally disappears.
>Barely managing to soften the blow as you hit the non-existent pavement, you shout at him from the floor as you shake your fist angrily.
Will you fuck off already!?
>The damnable Draconequus just laughs as he rolls around in the air.
>"Oh come now, I'd say you -walked- right into that one!"
>Before you can cuss him out further, your leg is returned to you like it never left to begin with.
>Giving it a once over to make sure everything was as it should be, you shakily stand back up again.
>As the stupid creature continues to chuckle to himself, you decide it would be best to leave as soon as possible, lest anymore shenanigans make you the butt of their joke.
>Looking around, you think hard about what would be the best choice.
>None of the choices seemed like they would be any easier than the other, so instead you try to think about who they represent.
>Eventually you settle on Fluttershy.
>She was pretty amiable of the group, as well as forlorn and love starved, mostly having pets for her sole companionship.
>Such a mare probably wouldn't take all that much difficulty to get to swoon over one such as yourself.
>Yes she sounds like a perfect candidate to go next.
>Having been silent till now, your unwanted company reminds you of his existence, by rummaging through your hair.
>"Thinking carefully are we? How I'd love to see all the hamsters running in that head of yours."
Shut up, I've decided.
>He twiddles strands of your hair like a tween using an old house phone cord.
>"Oh have you now? I do hope you chose a good one."
>Shaking him off, you walk over to the yellow door and place your hand on the knob.
>"Aha, I didn't think that was your kind of taste."
>Ignoring him, you turn the knob and open the door.
I'll see you when my work is done.
>With the confidence of two victories already under your belt, you step through.
>It's only when you've fully entered that you hear that annoying snickering come from behind you once more.
>"I must say, I couldn't have picked a finer choice myself."
>You turn around, confused by his choice of words.
>It's only as you look behind that you ultimately see the paint peeling off the door, revealing a clear shade of blue instead.
Wait wha-
>Before you can finish your sentence, the door slams shut.
>The horrible sound of cackling fills the empty hallway as you hear the door audibly lock you in.
>You watch as large strands of yellow paint slowly roll down and hang limply from the door like peeled string cheese.
>And behind them, is the unmistakable color...
>Of Rainbow Dash.