Most ponies were asleep by now, and Rarity used the light of her horn to guide them when the moonlight wasn’t enough. Anonymous had been living in the library with Twilight Sparkle, but the word around Ponyville was that the unicorn had her own crotch sniffing problem. Probably all it took was a letter to Princess Celestia to keep her out of Crotch Sniffers Anonymous. More alert than ever, Rarity mentally bucked herself upon realizing she could’ve sent a letter to the princess to get the same special treatment. Spike would’ve been all too happy to do so, probably, after he got over writing the letter, anyway; still, it was nothing a peck on his cheek wouldn’t have solved, and she started angrily muttering under her breath as she ran the scenarios through her addled mind over-and-over.
“We’re here.” Ms. Mare speaking was enough to get her out of her rut, and into a hopeful new rut.
Anonymous’ house was far from the edge of Ponyville, instead flanked by other homes. The telltale sign of his house was the oversized door, and Rarity got the urge to knock before she remembered what she was doing. The window curtains were mostly drawn, but she and Ms. Mare could just barely peek through to see that the den was empty. Rarity grabbed the doorknob in her magic, and gently shoved herself into the door when it didn’t budge.
“Huh, is, is that a lock?!” Rarity whispered not so gently to Ms. Mare. “Why does he have a lock on his door?”
“Aw, he thinks it’ll keep us out.” Ms. Mare’s face was a little less blank, almost smiling.
Rarity jammed her magic inside and fiddled with the lock for a minute or two, until it finally allowed her to open the door. She turned to Ms. Mare with a grin and then gently pushed the door open all the way.
They slowly walked inside and then shut the door behind themselves, with Rarity clicking the lock back into place. Rarity had never stepped hoof into Anonymous’ house, her happy expression faded a little when she remembered that she wasn’t necessarily welcome anymore, but it returned after she decided his good graces wouldn’t be too hard to enter. She shivered. Sweet Celestia did she want him to enter her good graces.
The house was deadly silent, and not a candle was lit, but the moonlight that did shine through was enough to reveal the basic layout of the den. Some of the furniture was common, and some had some very uncommon changes made. One piece of furniture was actually two different pieces shoved together and clumsily attached. Rarity gagged at the man’s silly sense of aesthetics. Well, it was no time for decorating, if only because it was so dark. Rarity turned towards Ms. Mare to get an idea of where they were headed.
Ms. Mare wasn’t by her side. Ms. Mare was gone.
“Well, that was rude.” Rarity muttered under her breath and started looking around for the stairs. Bedrooms were usually on the second floor, she struggled to think of a single counterexample in all of Ponyville, and his house was probably no different, unless humans sleep underground like diamond dogs. Did he have a cellar?
She found the staircase to the second floor before any cellar entrance, and had to very slowly creep up the stairs after she nearly lost her balance and rolled back down them. Crashing in the den as if she were Rainbow Dash would be most unbecoming of a lady, and it would also wake Anonymous.
There was a hallway in the second floor, from which all upper rooms were accessible, probably. Anonymous wasn’t Pinkie Pie. Her horn’s glow returned to give her some clue as to which door was to his bedroom. It was probably the door at the end of the hall, considering it was open.
Rarity couldn’t light her horn and risk Anonymous seeing it, so she strained her eyes to peer in and look around by what little moonlight could make its way into the room. The window curtains were drawn, so she couldn’t see anything.
Fortunately, she heard a horrible snore coming from the other side of the room, so she risked it and lit her horn just enough to see. She was now aware that Ms. Mare was there, at his bedside, sniffing the air without a care. Rarity daintily cleared her throat to get Ms. Mare’s attention, unsuccessfully, and walked over to sniff that same air. She could smell his crotch, but just barely, underneath the bedsheets and pajamas she recalled making for him. Ms. Mare started to whisper.
“We’re in a predicament.” Ms. Mare gave Rarity a half-lidded stare, still sniffing the air without a care. “I can’t smell him better without waking him up. What do you want to do?”
Rarity hummed inbetween bouts of quick sniffing and rubbing her chin with the back of her hoof. The smell was nice, but it wasn’t strong enough to be intoxicating, not yet. She started slowly moving back-and-forth as she shifted her weight between her hooves.
“I think he’s been showering every day lately.” Rarity didn’t quite know how Ms. Mare would know that, but it certainly made sense the longer she sniffed. Rarity clicked her tongue and blew a few raspberries while she thought. Anonymous started making some noises too. Rarity looked over to see Ms. Mare beginning to crawl onto the bed.
Rarity looked over to see Ms. Mare beginning to crawl onto the bed.
One hoof was already right next to his back and making him sink deeper into the bed.
Her heart started racing and she wasn’t thinking clearly about what she was doing in the moment, not that this was new, and she plucked Ms. Mare into the air with her magic and scurried backwards until she butted into the closet door. She threw open the sliding pull doors and jammed herself and Ms. Mare inside before closing them. She was struggling to breathe quietly, covering her mouth with her hooves, while Ms. Mare kept staring at her with that same half-lidded stare and relaxed look on her face, not that Rarity could see her well in the darkness.
A few minutes passed with neither of them moving, and Anonymous had started snoring again. Rarity could barely feel her tongue right now with how her nerves were. She lit her horn brightly enough to glare at Ms. Mare, but Ms. Mare’s eyes grew wide for the first time Rarity had seen, and Rarity grumpily leaned out of the way when Ms. Mare started switching sides of the closet with her; then Rarity noticed it too, a dirty clothes hamper was standing in the closet with them.
“Oh yeah, I was beginning to think he’d started doing laundry daily.” Ms. Mare reared to rest her hooves on the lip, and started digging through the hamper, going almost entirely by feel and smell with how dark it was. Rarity didn’t need to dig through it with her hooves, one of the perks of unicornhood, and brought some small article of clothing out and to her nose to sniff, only to start violently retching. She let whatever it was fall to the ground and turned her head to avoid having an episode. The air in the closet wasn’t strictly pleasant with two mares in it, but it was tolerable.
She closed her nostrils with her magic, and levitated whatever it had been above her head a bit to get a better look at it with the light. “A sock. How nasty.” It was a sock she recalled making, but a used sock nonetheless. She tossed it into the corner behind her and turned to Ms. Mare.
Ms. Mare was now wearing a mask and, now that Rarity was no longer feeling sick, she could hear just how heavily the mare was breathing, and trembling. Ms. Mare’s muzzle stretched the crotch of the tight, white underwear; her eyes didn’t line up perfectly with the leg holes, but it was clear she couldn’t care less about that. It was clear she was going to be no help with the hamper.
Anonymous was still snoring, so she increased the brightness of her horn’s light, and started levitating clothing out of the hamper until she’d also found some underwear. They were a looser kind of underwear she’d made for him along with those wrapped around Ms. Mare, and she almost resented this fact, but they were the first pair she’d found, and Rarity wasn’t waiting any longer. She daintily bunched them up in her hooves, brought them to her nose, and breathed deeply in a most unlady-like way, violent shivers running down her back as she did so.
It was the most fun Rarity had experienced in a closet for quite a long time, which she’d later realize as a funny fact, but only one thought occurred to her in the moment, and not long later a second came to her. One glance up from the underwear at Ms. Mare let her know they were in agreement.
She wanted more, they wanted more, and they were going to take it, now.