Rarity.

Rarity worked on one of her projects, her expression distant, set in a thoughtful frown as her fingers danced nimbly over the fabric, sewing and measuring and tacking with skill despite the troubled state of their owner.

Why had she told Spike about her lurid fantasy! What must the cute gentledrake think of her now?!

Her fingers worked furiously as her face became more set, a furious blush creeping up her features as she shuddered in horror and embarrassment.

Celestia she had been practically salivating!

It had felt so natural just to...unload, she hadn't been embarrassed at the time but Harmony above, after Spike had left and she'd had time to reckon with what she had told him!

Her thighs tingled at the memory, a shiver of heat rippling through despite her abject shame.

That heat was there however...
The fact she'd admitted it so casually, so shamelessly...was in and of itself very very hot to Rarity!

Then the other fantasies had started to trickle in. The thought that somehow Spike had made Rarity speak so honestly about her deepest secrets! Just the idea of it, of not being able to hide anything from Spike had caused all sorts of fantasies and in turn...Rarity had begun to think of the cute, dorky dragon that she'd only ever seen as a friend previously as the object of her perverted desires!

Rarity groaned in dismay, hands coming to cover her face in shame, her project forgotten.

Just as a gentle tapping on the door startled the white unicorn and she hurried to adjust her fashionable black skirt and elegant blouse, embroidered with careful blue stitching to match her eyes and purple buttons to match her mane. The top few buttons had somehow been undone and her tight but otherwise sensible skirt had ridden up her thighs during her embarrassed fantasy

Just as a gentle tapping on the door startled the white unicorn and she hurried to adjust her fashionable black skirt and elegant blouse, embroidered with careful blue stitching to match her eyes and purple buttons to match her mane. The top few buttons had somehow been undone and her tight but otherwise sensible skirt had ridden up her thighs during her embarrassed recollection.

Harmony! Her black garter and her matching panties were almost showing!

Her wet panties.

'J-Just a moment!'

Rarity fanned herself hurriedly as she comported herself as best she could before hurrying to the door, trying to ignore how much her pussy squelched as she opened the door.

'Oh! Twilight! How-It's uh...so good to see you darling!'

Chrysalis could smell the arousal on her mistress-On Rarity as soon as she opened the door. Outwardly she appeared fine however Chrysalis had become very good at sensing these things lately. The small blush over Rarity's neck and cheeks, the sheen of sweat building on her exposed cleavage. The small bead of arousal that had escaped her panties and made it beneath her skirt.

Truthfully though, Chrysalis could taste Rarity's arousal. She longed to shove her head between those thick thighs and drink deep and worship and plead for her mistress's-to CONQUER the pitiful marshmallow’s pussy.

Shaking those thoughts away, "Twilight" proffers the basket of assorted baked goods with an warm smile.

'Hi Rarity. I brought cakes. I think we should talk.'

Rarity tensed, feeling a little sick at those loaded words,

'W-Whatever about Twilight Darling?' She laughs nervously and Chrysalis gives her a wan, knowing smile,

'I think you know Rarity. About Spike.'