Case Study 203: Paying the Rent

by Hoarse

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Diamond Dogs, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Sex
Length: 4104

One might wonder how Rarity makes such a good living in rural Ponyville. I can tell you that it's not from dressmaking. What could a dazzling mare like herself possibly do to pay the rent? Whoring, that's what!

Case study 203

One might wonder how Rarity makes such a good living in rural Ponyville. I can tell you that it's not from dressmaking. What could a dazzling mare like herself possibly do to pay the rent? Whoring, that's what!

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I am a what I like to call a Freelance Journalist. I find the juicy stuff, no matter the personal level, and exploit it.

Finding Ponyville to be an alluring place, I had the thought of staying for a bit longer before moving on to Manehattan. At the end of the interview with Rainbow Dash, I’d been tipped off by Scootaloo of the next individual I should probably talk to.

As Rarity and I continued to talk, it became clear that I would not get the story from her in the place we were at. I took a wild guess in the hopes that I would steer the conversation in a preferable direction. That scent Sweetie Belle had talked about was emanating from the mare, and I quickly identified it as Diamond Dog. After a long day of drinking, and a few stories of my own experiences in the caves, I finally elicited the story I came here for.

This was what I learnt: how Rarity paid the rent.

Obligatory warning for those foals out there: [BDSM] [Messy] [Some Blood]

Published 2013-05-03 00:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-03 00:30:02 UTC

Case Study 203: Paying the Rent

Finding Ponyville to be an alluring place, I had the thought of staying for a bit longer before moving on to Manehattan. At the end of the interview with Rainbow Dash, I’d been tipped off by Scootaloo of the next individual I should probably talk to. I’d asked her why she’d have the knowledge of something like that. She explained, sounding oh-so-like Rainbow Dash, that Sweetie Belle, a friend and a fellow Cutie Mark Crusader, had been telling strange stories of what happened to her sister once a week. Often, Rarity would come home with scratch marks and smelling strangely. Sure, she’d always have an excuse as to why she was in that condition, but to me, it seemed as though she was obviously covering up something.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I left Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo’s cloud home and made my way into the heart of Ponyville. There I entered the Carousel Boutique, Rarity’s shop. I bought a suit and engaged her in idle chit chat. It was then that I noticed a particular gem left on one of her workbenches, and I questioned why she had such a rare item. She dismissed it with a nervous laugh and said something disarming before quickly steering the conversation in another direction.

As we continued to talk, it became clear that I would not get the story from her in the place we were at. I took a wild guess in the hopes that I would steer the conversation in a preferable direction. That scent Sweetie Belle had talked about was emanating from the mare, and I quickly identified it as Diamond Dog. When I asked why she smelled like them, she blushed helplessly and then asked me to leave. I didn't, but the pace had changed, and I could find an advantage. After a long day of drinking, and a few stories of my own experiences in the caves, I finally elicited the story I came here for.

This was what I learnt: how Rarity paid the rent.

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It was a drab night, with the clouds choking the moon and an absence of a breeze. It was also humid out, but I suppose one must expect a night such as this in summer time. Ahead, the oversized cave entrance loomed.

Once upon a time, I worked in its gloomy confines against my will, a mere slave to the dogs who dwelled within. Nowadays, my work there was mutual. The poor creatures hardly ever saw the light of day, or had the soft plot of a pristine pony such as myself to plow and play with. Yes, some might call this whoring-a rather unbecoming word for my service-I personally would call myself a high-class escort. It’s definitely an eon ahead of what they have normally, considering sex was as common an occurrence as eating or sleeping. The same prostitutes were becoming an old scene. They needed someone like me to spice up their lackluster sex life, and I needed them.

I reiterate ‘mutual’. I visit, and get paid in gems, the real gorgeous ones that appear in abundance deep underground. They pay for the rent, and are used on occasion for a high end suit or dress. They have a sort of quality to them that’s absolutely captivating, no doubt wonderful eye-pleasers.

My thinking was cut short as I’m swallowed by the cave’s mouth. Almost immediately, the darkness of night falls victim to an even darker shade, one void of any natural light. From somewhere in the gloom, I hear growls and claws skittering across the uneven, stony floor of the cave. I’m struck by a familiar smell, and I smile slightly. Every dog has their own musk, their own pungent odor, as any stallion would, or mare (though we mares smell rather sweet in comparison). They can be identified by that musk; I didn’t recognize these three unique scents, not that I needed to. I could determine that they were primed and simply craving for some intimacy and that was all that mattered. It was always exciting having new customers, and yet at the same time, challenging, as one never knew exactly what they were looking for.

I suppose I will find that out soon.

As I advanced deeper, the cave entrance had disappeared around a corner. Mindful of blinding them, I ignite my horn with a dim light, something I’d compare to a candle. The three newcomers came into focus, and I gasped. To my greatest surprise, I recognized these three Diamond Dogs as the ones who had captured me all that time ago and forced me to work; not the fondest memories, I’ll admit. I’m a prideful mare, amongst other desirable things, and the fact that I was true to my word would always trump any disillusionment or anxieties. I shan't lose sight of why I was here in the first place. The dogs in front of me were either too dumb to remember that long ago event, or had come to terms with it, and were prepared to give me a test-drive again.

Another dog, another night.

“Good evening, gentleman. Might I ask the names of my hosts?”

The middle dog stepped forwards.

“Hello, beautiful pony. I Rover,” he said, pointing to himself. “These are friends, Spot and Fido” he then pointed at the two others respectively.

Spot seemed to be the smaller, beige one to his left with a protruding lower jaw, while Fido was the bigger one on the right, granite gray in color and loaded with a heavy package. I could only fantasize how thick that doghood of his really was at full mast.

Oh, listen to yourself, you aroused mare, thinking dirtily like that.

Speaking of Fido, he had already advanced towards me. Evading his move, I stepped back a pace.

“I applaud you for your eagerness, Fido, but you have not paid yet. I am not free, you know.”

Growling, Rover called the hulking dog back to his side.

“Sorry, Miss. We all excited.” he reasoned, and I nodded in understanding.

The one thing I did remember about Rover from our first encounter was his ability to be a bit more polite.

“So am I, but I think-” I rose my tail and wafted my pheromones toward him as he approached with a bag of jewels “-you know that already.”

As if struck by a tsunami, that sooty dog Rover froze, sniffing the air eagerly. In the dimness, I caught sight of the tip of his doghood as it slid out slightly. I smiled again, more deviously, and cleared the distance between the two of us in a few paces. As if snapping back to reality, Rover jumped, dropping the bag of jewels and blushing furiously.

“Thank you, dear.” I turned around and leaned over, grabbing the bag gingerly in my teeth.

In doing this act, my marehood and plot spread wide, giving the dog a clear view of what I could supply. I felt him draw nearer, enticed by what I presented. Unable to control his rising desire, he brought a clawed paw down to my rear and felt the firmness around my cutie mark. Something told me that he was a submissive sort; it must have been how he’d acted so far. It was a simple what-if; one that I wanted to prove as wrong or right, by the time the session was over. A shuffling behind me made me realize that the other two were moving in.

I can play them like a flute, however the outcome.

In no time, a second set of black claws descended, their cool touch feeling good against my hot flank. The claws scratched me there, but the minor pain did little to hamper my rapidly blooming mood. I licked my lips and gyrated my hips, pushing back a bit until I pressed my rear against Rovers waist. I heard him take a sharp breath in, before beginning to massage at the base of my tail. I could feel him shivering. Looking over my shoulder, I gave him a smoldering stare and threw open my saddlebag, placing the jewels in, and taking a crop out.

From the way his eyes widened, I knew he had realized my intentions. What I also observed, however, was that he didn’t back away. That was all the permission I needed. Most often, my customers liked to dominate, so I would take this opportunity and milk it with all I had.

“Bad dog.” I teased, maintaining my gaze with Rover.

After a second or two, he looked away, and that sealed the deal.

“Oh, submissive are we?” I brought the crop up in a bout of magic and placed it under his chin. “And yet dominant enough to be the first of three. Interesting,” I mused. “Although I think I understand. Your kind likes to put on a tough façade, only to lose it when confronted by the opportunity to actually dominate. Do you remember that mare you captured all that time ago?”

A whimper told me that he did. Of to the side, Fido and Spot exchanged a tentative glance.

“So you do. I think it’s my turn to ride, hmm?”

His blush alone was as arousing as anything, but when he nodded and his ears lowered, I became rather heated. From between my hind legs, I felt a slight trickle of my juices as they ran down my flawlessly white fur.

Oh, I’m going to enjoy this revenge.

Allowing the crop to levitate a bit further, I placed the tip by his anus and tickled there. He clicked his teeth and swished his stubby tail, knocking it away. I stare at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Not a good start, pup. I will do as I please.”

Apprehensively, he pulled his tail away, revealing himself and allowing me to return to my teasing.

“Good boy.” Spinning around suddenly, I pull him into a kiss.

At first there was resistance, but as I let my tongue slither out of my mouth to dance across his sharp canines, he relaxed and let his own tongue explore. Taking the leverage I retained, I pushed him over, falling on top of him and continuing the kiss more passionately than ever. Against my chest, I could feel his shaft growing erect, to the point where it had almost fully removed itself from his furry sheath. Feeling the first wave of serious arousal wash over me, my pussy began to weep, dripping its lubricant onto his hind legs and abdomen. I could feel his heart beating rhythmically against my chest.

Reaching into my saddle bag for a second time, I brought out a blindfold and a set of hoofcuffs. When he saw the equipment, he pulled away from the embrace, his brow furrowing in unease.

“What, did you think I was going to tickle you and call it dominance? In all truth, you might actually learn a thing or two, subby.”

I could see how the word embarrassed him, but I didn’t care enough to let it bother me. Confronted by the current situation, I had allowed a dominating air to settle over me.

Bringing his splayed paws together forcefully with my magic, I clipped them in place with the cuffs, loosening the restraint until it fit comfortably around his wrist. He rattled the chain as if testing their strength.

“Get up.”

He didn’t move, and I brought the crop down on his behind. Yelping, he sprung to his knees.

I could hear his two wingmen moving in to prevent me from further antagonizing their boss, but I held them back with a stare.

“You two should best keep your distance. I won’t hurt him; soon, he’ll be enjoying this, even.”

And I would never lie.

Bringing the blindfold to his face, I placed it over his eyes, throwing his world into impenetrable darkness.

“Now I’m going to levitate you up and over to the wall.” I stated clearly.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Rover responded before nodding.

“Mistress to you, pup.”

Trotting him over to the closest wall, I rested him against it. Without a moment’s hesitation, and fearing I’d lose the edge of my elation, I dropped down and nuzzled his throbbing cock. Up this close, I could smell his heady musk. Biting my lower lip as another wave submerged me, I clenched my marehood, squirting out a stream of transparent fluid. Moaning slightly in anticipation, I lapped experimentally at his member. It bounced a few times before settling again.

Humming to myself, I brought the flared tip into my lips and sucked, tasting his salty precum with a ravenous appetite. As I continued my menstruations, a small knot began to form at the base of his cock, and his precum became saturated with a new, richer flavor. I knew from experience that that particular event meant that the Diamond Dog was beginning to lose himself in his own pleasure. The knot would grow and then…

I shivered in excitement, tensing my plot and reveling in the feel of my warm folds sloppily kissing my fur. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like to get a tad messy- I blame Applejack for that.

Enveloping as much of his length as I could, I began to bob up and down, reveling in the sensation of Rover’s squishy member prodding against the back of my throat. Any amateur would gag.

I, being the seasoned mare I was, took it like a professional.

At each intrusion, I could feel the precum changing into a more consistent solution. From the base, I could feel the pulse of lubrication that then traveled up the shaft and shot out. Each pulse warmed the back of my throat.

As his pleasure escalated, I could feel him tensing at the hoofcuffs. They held firm however, which meant he was at the total mercy of my pace, and my intentions.

Exactly where I wanted him.

Faster I sucked, manipulating my jaw muscles to give the best experience possible. He began to shiver bitterly, twitching which way and that, thrusting upwards in an almost foalish enthusiasm; doing anything he could to feel a bit in control.

As if I would allow him to have that assurance.

Taking my mouth off of his cock, I let it stand erect and exposed to the elements. I smirked as he dirtied himself with his own pre-cum, and whimpered bitterly. He continued to thrust, unable to control his actions. His tongue was hanging out, lolling as he tried desperately to disperse some of the heat burning him from the inside.

“Want me to finish you? Hmm, puppy?”

Rover stopped his whimpering for an instant to nod rapidly.

“I didn’t hear you, whelp.”

“Yes. P-p-please, pony.”

“Please who?” I hissed, giving him a sharp glare.

“Mistress. Please, I bad dog, very bad dog,” he begged.

“Alright,” I replied.

With my magic, I cast a bluish, diffused glow around Rover’s helpless doghood, covering it from knot to tip. Focusing my boiling passion into the second phase of the spell, it began to glow brighter, casting the cave in a saturated aura. I was charging up the initial spells potency, stimulating his swollen member in increments. At each increase, Rover became more and more sporadic. He thrusted against my magical hold, growling deeply as he became totally engulfed by his own unhinged, carnal desire.

All at once he came, covering himself in rich, white cum. It struck me squarely in the muzzle. Once I dispersed my hold over his cock, it sprayed across the rest of my face. From there on, the semen began splattering everywhere. The wall behind him soon started dripping with it.*

Before I could trigger my own orgasm, I felt a set of paws land on my hind and swatted my hoof away. Fido was back. There was nothing to stop him now. Before I could really react, he pushed me against the wall, right beside the still orgasming Rover and held me there. It was very clear that he was not in the mood to be dominated.

Well, this will be interesting.

“Fido, you must be-”

His paw fell over my muzzle, clasping my mouth shut and cutting me off. Being out-weighed and out-powered, if I did run, I would only be out-ran. Despite my most basic instinct to flee, my snatch had other ideas. It responded to his rough advancement ecstatically. My secretions doubled, covering my plot-hole, dock, and tail in its visceral wet.

Biting my lower lip at the glorious sensation of how filthy I was behaving, I blushed a deep crimson and began to squirm, trying to pull myself away from his grasp in mock-fear. He played into it excellently, and grasped a bit harder, his sharp claws threatening to puncture my skin.

“Stay, pony,” he growled, and I’d be a fool to go against his orders.

Turning over to the still convulsing Rover, Fido took the forgotten crop and slipped off the hoofcuffs. Not stopping to clean the other dog’s cum off, the large dog bound my front hooves together. It was a simple position, but very effective when applied to a four legged pony. Flipping me over roughly, he pushed me forwards and my chin hit the ground, driving my tooth through my lip. I gasped, but any pain I might of felt was extinguished as I felt his claws leave my hind-end and make their way up my body. The action was painful, leaving a line of scratch marks behind his ever ascending paws. The pain elicited all sorts of emotions from me, but the most predominant one was carnal pleasure.

Working with these dogs had done strange things to me... I had become something of a sadist, really. I suppose when your hosts have claws and jagged teeth rather than hooves, these things happen.

As his claws reached my neck, he reversed direction and began to descend back to my rear, leaving plow marks parallel to his previous set. When he reached my bottom, he dug his claws in, grasping my plump cheeks with a dangerous vigor. Just. How. I. Liked. It.

By Celestia, I’m so horny.

As my tongue lolled out, I tasted the floor, picking up on the earthy traces of rock, and the salty taste of semen. From the corner of my eye I notice that at long last, Rover had calmed enough to regain some composure.

I whimpered in elation at the rough foreplay, as Fido brought down the crop onto my right cheek, leaving a red mark. I tensed, squirting a line of juices across my tail. I was struck again, and the noise reverberated across the cave. My senses flared and I shivered in ecstasy, squirming my plot vehemently. Again, he fell into my ploy. I felt him hold me still and bring his muzzle to my marehood. There he danced for a while before moving up to my engorged mound. When his warm tongue came into contact with my burning cliterous, I yelped and drooled a bit.

My, my... I’m an animal!

“Give me it, master.” I whined, and I heard him breathe out in desire.

I wiggled my plot for a second or so, as my marehood winked invitingly. His musk filled my nostrils, and I knew things were about to get serious.

He whacked me twice more for the sake of it and reared up and pressed his huge phallus against my loin. Instead of inserting his member into my blossom, he stroked his length up and down both my vagina and plot hole, covering them in my passionate fluid. Every minute shift or slide we made increased my heart rate, and before I knew it, I was working up a storm of perverseness.

I could feel my mind slipping into the darkest recess of my brain, the place where all my filthy passions and cravings resided. I was losing the battle, but I didn't care; all that mattered was the point of contact between his thick doggy cock and my slickened folds.

I began to shiver and sweat. The blood from my punctured lip added to the already filthy floor. I fell victim to my primitive instincts. I squirmed again, and moaned in pleasure as I felt his claws make shallow incisions into my reddened butt cheeks, which caused beads of blood to well up across my flank. The red mixed in with his spouting precum, which made it look as if I’d lost my virginity for the first time. The setting was so erotic; I could only wait for what came next.

Triggered by an unknown prompt, Fido inserted his swollen cock into my confines. I moaned cutely and clenched my vaginal muscles. I felt so, so full. I felt his whole length pushing deeper than any dog had gone before, as it stimulated every ounce of my being. My climax would come soon, I just knew it. He began to thrust without mercy, the rhythmic slap, slap of his balls as they struck against my rear only adding to the setting.

The place stunk of arousal; a cocktail of animalistic rutting that overwhelmed all my senses. I could feel his knot bulging at my base, engorged to the size of a tennis ball. Just as I was about to explode into my climax, he pulled out.

With my body stuck in the preempt tingle that always came before the grand finale, I could only sag to the floor, unable to be exhausted and yet too weak to stand on my own. More than anything, I wanted release.

Without warning, I felt the tip of his bulging doghood prod my plot-hole. At that realization, my eyes widened in concern. I didn’t know if I could take such a large object. The first thrust burned like the fires of Tartarus, and it elicited a shrill yowl from my throat. This only drove the granite-coated dog onwards, and with a hard lash across my lacerated behind, he rammed himself in, heedless to my cries of protest.

As he tore my plot open, it did something else for me. In the state I was in, so regressed, all the pain did was fuel my passion, and I was sucked into my second climax. The effect on my body was electrifying. I fought back the desire to pass out. Again and again he rutted me like some play toy, and with each powerful thrust, the pain lessened.

With my tailhole ravaged and my body threatening to collapse in on itself, I was desperately prepared for his climax. When his knot entered into my hole, it sealed his spurting meat inside. It was then that I passed out, so overcome by the sheer size of his member, and the overwhelming wave of pain that followed.

Seconds later, when I came to, he was still ramming me mercilessly. His pace had picked up to an admirable fervor. I knew his climax was fast approaching. Blood trickled out from where he was working at, dripping occasionally into the sickly puddle of lubricants, cum, vaginal fluids and sweat that had spread far enough to lap at my chin- still pressed into the rough rock surface.

When he came, it was as if a firework had gone off in my plot. I could feel the warm Diamond Dog cum flooding my insides, filling me up. When he pulled out with a pop, a torrent of semen backlog sloshed out of my ravaged hole, oozing down my shivering hind legs and covering my spasming slit. The filthy combination of blood and semen that warmed my backside was enough to push me over again.

“I’m so fucking dirty!” I shouted, allowing my eyes to roll back into my head and the euphoria to settle.

My hooves came out from beneath me and I collapsed into the disgusting puddle. My world swam. I could only try to catch my breath. I overheated. Then I was unconscious.

I do not even remember what Spot did.

I do not remember how, or if I even got home that night.

I do remember the jewels, though, tucked safely in the burlap folds of my saddlebag.

Another dog, another night.

Author's Note

Thanks for the read. I hope all you perverts enjoyed.

Big thanks to my editor, Digital Neo for his excellent editing job, and an even more excellent talk.

*The diction in this paragraph was your glance into the mind of my editor. I hold no responsibility over the physiological outcome of this imagery.