Dust Can't Dust pt. 3

-This is Pt.3/? of DCD. Here are the first two parts. http://pastebin.com/fqGykPye http://pastebin.com/mypfmc8s -
She turns to you, keeping her rear in the air.. "Well, this is what you wanted, right? I caught you gawking at that..one." You scratch the back of your head. "Yeah, sorry, Dust. It's just..been a while." Dust raises a brow. "A while since what?" She finally pushes herself back up into an upright position. You anxiously tap your index fingers together. "You know.." She shakes her head, confused. "No, I don't. Is this some kind of relationship thing I need to know about?" You look at her with a shit-eating grin. "You're telling me you've never gone out with anyone before?"
	She kicks the floor, embarrassed. Your grin turns to a frown. "Oh, you weren't joking. Well, I don't really know how to explain this, but I'd never leave you for her, Dust. I want you to remember that. Maybe some other day, i'll show you what I mean." You squat down, looking her in the eyes, holding her chin up  to look at you.
"For now, let's just get some sleep, okay?" She weakly smiles, nodding before clambering into bed. You pull off your shirt and pants, and join Dust in the bed in your boxers. You place a hand on the side of her face, gently petting her before resting your arm at your side and go to sleep. Suddenly you feel a warm pair of lips connect with yours, and after a few moments,you feel it pull away. You can't help but smile, pulling Dust in closer, and falling asleep.
-The Next Day-
You wake up, finding yourself struggling to breathe. You open your eyes, to find quite literally nothing. You feel movement against your face, but you can't tell what it is because it's pitch black. You attempt to keep calm, but you can't help but be distracted by the fuzzy texture grinding against your face. You begin to panic, and you sit upright. Your vision is cleared, and you find yourself looking down at Dust,still in her outfit who is on her back,splayed out in your lap with her marehood inches from your face. "What is wrong with you, Dust?" Dust raises a brow. "What?" "You could have killed me!" "What? No, I would never." "Then why were you trying to strangle me?" Dust scoffs. "Strangle you? I wasn't trying to strangle you. I just noticed that you can't resist looking at my back end, so I figured it'd make you happy if I let you that up close. You piqued my interest when you said you said it's been a while, and how you'd tell me later. What are you trying to tell me?"
	"Well Dust, while I appreciate the enthusiasm, you shouldn't just sit on people's faces like that. It's rude, you know. But you've heard of The Birds and the Bees, right?" She cocks her head to the side, confused. Your palm connects with your forehead, dragging downwards. "Well, maybe it's just best to show you." You take a deep breath, staring directly at Dust's assets. "Well, get on with it already!" Dust cheers you on, but you doubt she really knows what is about to take place. You slowly place your fingers at her flower, giving a gentle press as to forewarn her of what's going to happen. You take your fingers, spreading her and looking at the rich pink.
	"I-is this right?" Dust asks. You nod. "This is part of it, yes." You insert a finger, gently rocking back and forth. You hear Dust give out occasional squeaks. You insert a few more fingers, and continue the motion. Dust lays relatively silent, except for the occasional squeak. You hear the doorbell ring, and you immeadiately stop. Dust is frozen, tongue out, and spread eagle. "Come on, Dust. That's enough for now, Rarity's here. Your fingers are so drenched that even after wiping your hands on some of the dirty laundry still doesn't dry off all of the juices.
	You pull the maid outfit off of Dust, then closing her legs and covering her with the blanket. You remember to put on sleep pants this time at least, but it's far too early to put on real pants. You hear a thundering crash outside, and you race downstairs. You open the jar, to find Rarity, soaked more than your hand. "So sorry, Rarity, but me and Dust were discussing some things." She rolls her eyes. "Oh yes, i'm sure whatever you were discussing about was far more important than my hair." "Well, please come in." She trots in proudly, despite being drenched. "Do you need a towel?" "No, Anon. I just decided that i'd work in a wet maid outfit and let my hair air dry." You sigh heavily. You'd rather not take her down to the basement, because Dust hates it and she's new around here. The two of you walk to the closet, before you open it and take out a towel.
	"Careful Anon, you wouldn't want to dry up that mare juice on your hand." You freeze. "Wh-what?" "Oh yes, I could smell it on you the moment I walked in the door! I'm a mare too, you know. I know when it's that kind of time for a lady." She gently pats herself down, careful not to make a mess of her dress and hair, before reassuring her hair's flawlessness by rebrushing it. "Oh, and Anon, just so you know.." She uses her telekinesis to grab your hand, yanking it down to her level and putting you to your knees. She puts your fingers in her mouth, slowly sucking the juices off, teasing your hand with her tongue. You sit in awe at her sheer prowess. She winks at you. "Keep that in mind, hm?" You stammer out a yes, then ask her to make breakfast for you and Dust. "Oh, R-Rarity?"
	"Yes, darling?" "We've got a spare maid uniform in case you'd like to borrow it." "Oh yes please, anything to get me out of this dripping mess." You motion her to come up into the master bedroom. You quickly place the maid outfit on a coathanger, and then present it to her as she walks through the door. She notices Dust lying in bed. "Oh, all tuckered out, are we?" She giggles to herself as she takes off her maid uniform. "Master, I apologize for arriving so early. I can see that you and Miss Dust over there were quite...busy before I was here. I just wanted to get here before the rain really started to hit." You wave it off. "Oh, it's alright. Dust, wake up. Miss Rarity's here." Dust grumbles, slowly stirring herself back awake. She kicks off the blankets, spotting Rarity, and then immeadiately rushing to cover herself. "Anon! I'm indecent, you idiot!" Rarity laughs. "Oh darling, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like you've got something I don't." Dust cautiously removes the blanket, and then pushes herself off the bed. "Anon, this dress is too tight. Are you sure you don't have anything looser?"
	You shake your head. "I'm afraid not. All of Dust's clothes are specially made for her. Anyway, go make breakfast, please." You and Dust follow Rarity downstairs, but you stop at the living room and assume your normal couch positions. This time, Dust feels a lot closer than normal. Within minutes of turning on the TV, Rarity brings a meal out for the both of you. "How do you cook so quickly, Rarity?" Dust asks. "Magic, my dear. Makes everything much simpler." You smile in approval, one arm laid over dust and the other holding the empty plate towards Rarity.
She takes the plates away. As she walks away, you whisper to Dust. "She knows what we did this morning." Dust panics, thrashing around to face you. "You told her?!" You quickly shake your head in your defense. "No! Appearantly she could smell it! Also she.." "She what?" she replies with a more hushed tone. "She licked it clean off. You know, my fingers? She just licked them clean." What seems like an instant, Rarity is finished with all of the chores. "Wow, that was fast, Rarity. Excellent work. You can go home if you'd like. She nods proudly. "I'll see you two tomorrow! Don't have too much fun while i'm gone!" She giggles as she walks out the door.
-To be continued tomorrow.-