Regidar looked up from his bottle of Jack Daniels, gazing deeply into the dull amber liquid. His whiskey was nearly half empty, so he'd had a good ten shots worth, or so. Let's just say he was more than a little buzzed. With a hesitant nod to consider, he drowned out another double-shot's worth of the strong stuff, with a slight grimace striking his features. If anyone said that good old Jackie tasted good, they're full of shit. Stuff really tastes like semi-edible rubbing alcohol mixed with a few ounces of cat piss, but that's alright. The point isn't to taste good. It's to get you nice and drunk.
The young man turned his gaze over to the picture he had firmly established on his wall. There hung his idol, the image of a man he had worshiped since "In Utero" was released back when. Kurt Cobain returned his gaze from the frame in which he now lived, forever frozen with that dark, depressed expression on his un-kept face. The hair stood out, firmly donning the pinkish red that had been stained there from the Kool-Aid he had used to dye it, at least by rumor.
"Happy Birthday, Kurt."
Regidar then doused his throat in another hearty swig of the vile tasting shit. At least he was getting drunk enough not to notice. He sat down, hoping to keep his moods from devolving back into the self-pitying state of depression that he'd been stuck in for the last few years.
It all started when his little obsession with My Little Pony ended with the last season of the show. What was left to watch? Sure, the guy still blazed around fimfic for while, hoping to bring back some of his better memories. But they were dry. After all, Kurt Cobain was dead, and now there wasn't even another episode for Twist to potentially get featured in. There wasn't much left in this life, anyway.
Everything came to a head when he got framed on fimfic for something he didn't even do! Granted, he'd done some dickish shit around there, but really? No, they need to stop blaming him for all the shit that Regider pulls off when his back is turned. And it didn't help that Regider and Guywhocumsonponies decided to do a male on male rape roleplay on Knighty's userpage. Why can't they realize that they weren't the same dude? Well, he's even been banned from that.
"Fuck you, cock suckers."
He looked up at the picture hanging off the wall. There was an audible sigh as he just closed his eyes and tried not to cry. "Kurt, you're my only friend now."
After some consideration, Regidar finally knew the solution. He'd seen it before, and his idol had had the same mentality not that long ago. Well, maybe it had been decades. But still. He stood up, and stumbled over to his bedstand. He always kept a loaded but un-chambered 1911 around there, just in case he needed it. Regidar picked it up tentatively, testing the weight in his hand.
He strode into the living room, back into the line of sight of his personal god. After looking at his new implement of destruction for a few good long minutes, he looked up to Kurt with that imploring look he often wore. It stated, "Should I?" Of course, no response came from the photo. Just the same staunch, unhappy expression as ever. Regiday sighed.
The magazine dropped with a flick of his thumb, and he picked it, taking a good long look at it. There was but one round ever loaded into the magazine. This town hadn't had a break-in in nearly forty years, and such a weapon only served one real purpose. To follow in Cobain's footsteps.
Regidar inspected the round itself, waiting to see what would soon be meeting his brains. It was, of course, a simple .45 caliber ACP, and had been gifted as a hollow point. He knew that at this range, there'd probably be more brains on the wall behind him than in the carapace of his cranium. Such is the grotesque manner of the pistol.
The magazine went back into its housing, parts moving to keep it firmly attached, accommodating it with a soft click. He pulled the slider back, then let it slick back forward, chambering the round, and his destiny. The desperate man pulled the gun up to his chin, aiming for his own skull and hoping he was dead and not just paralyzed. After a few moments, he looked up into the still serious gaze of his long-time hero.
"Well, Kurt. You were right all along. Life is just one fucked up excuse to be. Maybe it is finally time to leave this fucking joint."
Reggie knew what was coming next. His hand started shaking, despite what he thought of it, as he started to squeeze the trigger. The young man had try his best to ignore that pit forming in the base of his stomach as he began to squeeze tighter. There was no backing out of this one.
Chck!!
The sound of the gun misfiring made Regidar literally shit his pants. After defecating all over himself, he took a look at the gun, pulling it away from his very scared face. "Damn Colt, never gets it right!" He pulled back the slider, somewhat relieved to still be-
BBAAAMMM!!!!
The round fired, blowing the slider back into the thumb that was used to pull it back. There would have been an audible snap had there not been a round being blown out the chamber of the pistol at the same time. Reggie took a moment to even register the pain.
"OH MY GOD'S FUCKING TITS!!!!"
He started screaming, jumping up and down and throwing the pistol aside with a resounding thunk. "Goddamn you, gun!" He almost expected the devil to crawl out of the floor and take it. Since nothing even like that happened, he instead began to think of how to relocate his thumb.
After it was back in place, the young man wrapped a washcloth around it, hoping to staunch the bleeding from where his skin was torn. He went over to the couch and picked up his bottle of Jack Daniels, taking yet another swig. He was probably two-thirds the way through it now. A soft sigh escaped his lips, voicing the tired way he felt inside. Taking a deep breath, he looked up to his hero. The breath caught in his throat.
The normally unscratched piece of glass that covered the print it housed was now shattered, large shards held in place only by the frame in which they resided. Cobain's face still looked back at Regidar, the same ever-present expression still stuck to that grim face. But that wasn't the real issue. The real issue was what the forehead of Regidar's god now sported a new decoration; a large bullethole the size of quarter now stood out just above the man's eye level, sitting squarely between the two.
It was as if some part of Regidar's soul had somehow been trapped inside of the now soiled image he had defiled. What were the odds? He looked up at it, and then down at his drink. With a careful tilt, he poured the cursed liqour on the ground, hoping to avoid that stuff in the future. Stupid american whiskey...
There was a knock on the door. "Hey Reggie, you okay?"
He took a double take, then responded with the most stupid answer that only a drunk can come up with. "Oh, I'm okay. Just getting drunk and decorating my walls with bulletholes. That's all."
There was an almost inaudible "shit" drifting in from the outside, before his doornob turned. This was were he was glad to keep a deadbolt locked. There was some muttering outside the door, and another voice picked up. "Reggie, open the door."
"Fuck you."
"I said open the door!"
"Just go rub your clit, you dumb bitch."
"I don't want to have to call the cops, bro."
"Go fuck yourselves."
There was another moment of muttering, before they walked off. Well, he'd certainly managed to not only fuck up his neighborly relationships, but also to get some more shit slapped onto his already messed up criminal record. What a fucking screw-off night he was having. Regidar really didn't care right then.
Well, now he really felt like shit. Since he no longer had the nerve to kill himself, Regidar decided that some hash could go well with his present situation. Reggie had some good Bubble Melt sitting in a drawer, and he still had nearly 2.0 grams left. He cut it, deciding that this was the time to use it all.
Pulling out the pipe, he put a lighter to it, and started taking the deepest puffs he could. After quite a while, things started to become strange. After all, what would expect of anything else? He was, after all, getting pretty damn high.
"So you think that you can escape your problems at the hands of some hash? Don't be a dumbfuck, Reggie!"
It took several moments for what just happened to register in the currently inebriated young man. He looked up, meeting the gaze with what he saw as a monster. Kurt looked back, a nasty scowl on his face. He was obviously pissed.
"So you're just gonna sit around here, moping about and getting so fucking high that the astronauts can't even hope to pull you're cunt-ass self back to earth? I did that, and it didn't help. There's no escaping your problems, Reggie. There's no way, but one."
The eyes on the print turned to gaze over at the gun on the floor. Reggie seemed to understand what was being said, but he sure as hell was in no mood to play that game. Instead, he met the gaze and replied, "Kurt, I don't want to die."
"Really?" The painting's gaze hardened some. "There's one other solution, but it isn't as pleasant as you'd think."
"What is it?"
"Equestria."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"No, I mean, like what? How would I even get there?" Reggie now held a pensive look on his face. He didn't even know why he was talking to the picture, and that Hindu dot on the guys friggin' forehead didn't help.
"I can send you there, if you'd like..."
"Wait, how?"
"Do I need to explain the workings of the "how" when I'm sitting here talking to your fucking face?!"
"...No."
"Okay, so what'll it be? This is the one time I offer it to you, so decide fast."
Reggie knew he didn't have long, so he thought deeply. What should he do? There wasn't really that much left here for him. The sound of coming sirens only affirmed that. Shit, he was higher than a kite, and hash was definitely well within the realm of "illegal". He was fucked.
"I don't have all night, and neither do you. They're coming to the door. Think fast."
Fuck it.
"I'm in."
"Good! This might hurt a little..."
The air started to shimmer around Regidar as he slowly started turning into pure ether. Soon, his entire body began to feel as if it was lighted on fire, completely incapable of anything but resistance. Let's just say it hurt. A lot.
"What is that thing, Scoot?"
"Does it look like I'm a walking zoology manuel, Sweetie?"
"Nah, he's one of them...hooomans. Tha's what mah sister told me. She said ah should watch out for them. Lyra's way too obsessed, and we don't know wha they are."
"Nnghh."
"Look, it's beginning tah move! Let's wake it up!!"
Regidar didn't know what he did wrong with these kids, but they started jabbing him repeatedly with...something. Probably sticks. Damn kids, don't know when to stop. He slowly tried to open his eyes, just to take in the sight around him. Well, they sure felt like someone had poured a bottle of elmers glue over them, but they still opened.
He was lying in the middle of some strange, cartoonish town. Only everything seemed kinda real...And then he saw them. What. The. FFUUCCCKK?!!! It looked there were three very familiar fillies looking at him. Yeah, that's not strange at all.
Equestria
"Oh, yeah, Kurt wasn't just shitting me."
"What's shitting?"
Fuck!
Regidar looked over at the culprit of that accursed question. Well, he now knew that there was definitely a Sweetie Bell. "Look, kid, I don't give a fuck. Just leave me alone, will ya?" Funny that he should ask that. Any other time and he'd have some serious trouble not jizzing his pants just from being around ponies. Wait...if there was a Sweeite Bell, then there must also be a...
"Wait, do you happen to know a pony named Twist by any chance?"
"Well, duh!" Scootaloo said, rolling her eyes as if Reggie was some kind of product of a mother/son sex act. "Oh course! Why?"
"Um...I heard all about her and was just wondering if...she was real?"
Holy shit, I'm dumb!
And yet the ponies seemed to take it in as if there was nothing wrong with that statement. I guess they're almost as dumb as I am. Taking it all in stride, Reggie carefully stood up. Not wanting to take away his awesome appeal, he tried his best to stay standing straight. After a few moments of vertigo, the blood finally caught up to his head. Taking a moment to peruse his surroundings, the young man turned back to the CMC.
"Do you think you can show me where she lives? I heard she makes some amazing candy!"
Wow, that sounded so creepy that it's not even funny!
"Yeah, sure," Sweetie Belle stated, seemingly ignorant as to what most adults in the human world would take as an attempt at statutory rape. This was definitely an improvement.
They walked for a while, Regidar doing his best to keep up with the younger fillies. Apparently ponies kept a swifter pace than humans, even when just being casual. He wondered what would happen if they suddenly got diverted and broke into a trot. As it was, he was having to maintain a mild jog, which for him was like running ten miles to most people.
Damn you, fucking legs!!
Eventually, they stopped in front of one of the many shops that dotted Ponyville. Yes, he was definitely in Ponyville. Taking it all in, he looked up at the sign above his head. "The Sugarcube Corner? Twist works here?!"
"Yup!" Applebloom stated, seemingly somewhat happy about it. "She 'as been for almost a year now. Pinkie sure loves 'er sweets!"
Trying fairly unsuccessfully to appear unfazed, Reggie walked through the front door, the fillies in tow. He was instantly greeted by what he was afraid of seeing.
"HI THERE!!! HOW ARE YOU?! OH MY GOSH, I'VE NEVER SEEN SOMEONE LIKE YOU BEFORE AND I KNOW EVERYONE IN THIS TOWN AND I SURE HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN IT BEFORE, ARE YOU NEW? OH THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT!! CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE?! OH MY GOSH, I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE PINKIE SENSE ABOUT-"
Pinkie Pie was suddenly cut off when Regidar's hand stuffed her mouth. His ears were still ringing at the onslaught he had just faced. No matter how many times he had almost died, no matter how many nightmares he'd faced after losing his virginity to a rapist male mugger at the age of fourteen, there was no pain or torture worse than what he'd just faced.
"Please, miss Pie. Is Twist in?"
"Yeah, she's in the kitchen helping me make some...OH MY GOSH, MAYBE YOU CAN SHOW US HOW YOUR KIND OF PEOPLE MAKE STUFF IN WHEREVER IT WAS YOU CAME FROM!!!!"
Reggie sighed defeatedly. There was just no stopping this crazy bitch, was there? She certainly had her thought process stuck on a permanent caps lock. Trying his best to still keep it all in stride, he followed her as the pink maned psychopath ran off into the nearby kitchen. He gasped at the most adorable sight he'd ever seen upon entering.
Is that?
Twist stood up on a stool, using her hooves and a laddle in her mouth to stir the ingrediants together for whatever it was that she was making. The frizzled red mane on her head looked even more adorable than in the show, and her nerdy but cute look seemed to be magnified ten fold. She finished the mix and set it gently in the oven, setting the timer to some number or other. Then she turned to meet his gaze. A moment seemed to pass as they made eye contact. And then it happened.
"Hello mithter! Do you want to try my thnackth?"
The mere sound of it was like the most beautiful symphony he'd ever heard. It was strange, waiting so long to see his longtime friend for the first time, and now here he was, talking to her. Twist seemed to have the same reaction, gazing at him with an almost uncanny familiarity. Regidar whiped away a small tear of joy at the sight.
"ARE YOU CRYING?!"
She just had to spoil this moment, didn't she?
"No...it's just liquid pride."
Take a step forward, Regidar graciously recieved the treat that now stood out in Twists hooves. He took a long moment to look at what was undenialby the sweetest looking candycane he'd ever seen. As soon as it touched his lips, the young man felt his senses flooded with the greatest euphoria his life had ever known, and barely resisted the urge to get a boner from it. In short, the candy was beautiful.
So this is what being in Equestria is like, isn't it? Thank you, Kurt.
Kneeling down, Reggie pulled Twist into a loving embrace, which she unquestioningly returned. While the other ponies couldn't exactly comprehend it, a definite connection had formed between the two, an almost impercievable bond of trust and affection. Gently pulling back, Regidar met her soft purple eyes with his own. They seemed to peer into each others's souls for hours, but eventually broke the embrace.
"I'll see you around, Twist."
"You too, Reggie."
How does she know my name?
And yet he knew better than to question it. There was something deeper there than either could really understand, but that didn't mean that it wasn't there none-the-less. Waving goodbye, he departed from the establishment. In passing, he definitely noticed the tears of happiness and joy streaming down the faces of their onlookers. It was completely platonic, but Regidar had a deep seated love for that filly. He closed the door softly behind him, not looking back to the young mare that was now busying herself with her previous task.
Regidar had barely stepped outside the business when he heard the most bloodcurdling scream in his life. Quickly looking over to see what had happened, he found that his initial thoughts were wrong. This was far, far worse than anything he could possible imagine.
"OH MY GOD, BON BON!!! I WAS RIGHT!!! HEY, HUMAN!!!"
Lyra Heartstrings stood in place, visibly vibrating on the molecular level. Her face wore an ear to ear grin with an almost predatory glint in her eye. To say that Reggie was scared would be the understatement of the century. She seemed like a spastic ferret on sugar!
Oh shit, not this!!
Seeming to make a decision, the mint colored mare suddenly broke into a full out gallop, eating the ground between them like a rocket on steriods. Taking in the sight before him, it was a moment before Regidar broke out of shock and into a run.
Had they been in an open area, it wouldn't have taken long for Lyra to catch up. She was a quadruped, after all! But the saving grace of the situation was the fact that they were in a town, and so there were plenty of alleys and turns to use to his advantage. And so he did.
Streets and byways flew by as Regidar ran the fastest he ever had in his feeble little life. At this rate, he should certainly have applied for the olympics, given how quickly the ground rushed away underneath him. And yet Lyra was having no problem keeping stride, the only thing keeping him ahead being the almost laughable way she slammed into the nearby walls periodically.
Reggie's big mistake was when he rounded the corner to the local park. He knew instantly that he'd regret it, but there was no turning back. Dashing on ahead, the young man bolted across the grass for the closest building at a breakneck pace, desperation fueling him against his exhaustion. Resistance, however, was futile.
Right as he reached the door to the nearvy establishment, he was suddenly knocked down by a very animate mare, her very essence vibrating with the enthusiasm of a crazed filly.
"OH MY GOSH, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LONG I'VE WAITED FOR THIS!!"
Lyra suddenly started kissing him fervantly all over his face, rubbing her body up against his with an almost indescribable passion. She wrapped her hooves around Reggie's head, pulling him tight in an arousing manner. He could feel the heat of her body as she started rubbing intimately up against him, grinding her marehood against his pants and now hardening cock.
A soft moan escaped her lips at the inherant horniness of the situation. Reluctantly pulling back, Lyra's horn glowed as she ripped Reggie's pants down, revealing the hardened shaft within. He tried to resist, but Lyra's rump came down on his dick, eliciting his own moan.
This is so many levels of wrong. He thought as she started to totally corndog him, bringing his dick inbetween the small cheeks of her ass. It felt...remarkably good. Another moan started to escape his lips as he felt the wetness of her mound slapping against his nethers as she bobbed up and down. Well, it was now or never.
"Ngh! Could you-Ah! Please stop?"
Not bothering to reply, Lyra pulled his head up into the most aggressive kiss he'd ever been pulled into. Well, his mind thought. No use thinking anymore. Time for a vacation! That was his last coherent thought before being pulled into further minstrations.
Lyra pulled up, moving his cock slightly to line up with he now gleaming slit. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as Reggie's shaft started to slowly slide into her mound, shockwaves of pleasure shooting through both of their minds. This was definitely not what Reggie had expected.
The pussy felt tight around his member, and the warm juices were definitely a plus. She pulled up and down on his shaft, essentially riding him like a kid on a mechanical toy horse. Things were definitely getting hot, and Regidar was starting to break down into almost bestial grunts of pure pleasure. Given that Lyra was only getting more aggressive with the sounds, he knew it wasn't too bad.
It was hard to determine when the exact time of their climax built up, but it definitely came quickly. After a while, Regidar started to feel his coming orgasm building up. Given the way Lyra was now grunting and bobbing more erratically, he could pretty much assume that she was nearing the same state as well.
After a few more moments, Regidar felt the mint colored mare cum all over his shaft, screaming out her moans in pure ecstasy. That set him off, and he felt as his member started shooting strands of seed into her now clenching vagina, the viscous fluid starting to dribble from her cunt.
They rode out their orgasm, letting the heat subside without comment or resistance. Lyra's legs buckled at the sudden exhaustion that hit her. Wrapping her hooves around his neck, Lyra nuzzled his chest affectionately. They lay there for a while, until Lyra slowly stood up.
"Wow," she said. "I always wondered what fucking with a human would be like. I didn't know it would be that awesome! Lets do that again sometime, okay?"
Too tired to bother answering, Regidar just tenderly bobbed his head, sighing with exhaustion. The mint colored mare slowly trotted off, stumbling slightly from the raw feeling in between her legs. He was at least glad that he wasn't the only one tuckered out from that little experience.
Damn, this is getting good!
"Shut up, me."
The sunlight was slowly fading when Regidar felt something poking the side of his head. Using a hand, he gently pushed the hoof aside. "Do you have any idea how much getting pocked annoys me?" he asked, not bothering to open his eyes.
"No, Darling, I'm sorry. Are you okay? It looks like you got assualted in a...ehm...sexual manner."
Regidar's eyes flew open at the sound of Rarity's voice flowing into his ears. Looking up, he met her gaze with a sense of awe. If she had seemed beautiful in the show, it never gave her anything remotely similar to what she actually looked like. To say the world "gorgeous" wouldn't do her true justice.
"Assualted?...Yeah, you could say that."
"Oh my! Darling, you must come inside at once! We'll get you cleaned up right away!"
"Oh, it's okay, I can-"
"No buts! I will not stand by when a good person like you gets treated in such a manner without my help!"
Well, I guess so. Still, if that was rape, I'd like to get raped more often.
"Okay. Thank you kindly, miss-"
"Rarity. My, what the gentlecolt!"
Slowly standing up, Regidar realized that he'd been pinned and molested right against the side of the Carousel Boutique. How convenient? Following her inside, he realized that he'd been caught with his pants down...literally. He pulled his pants up vehemenantly. Wouldn't want to expose a lady to such jewels, would we? At least, without consent.
After he took in his surroundings, he turned to look over at Rarity. Only to find her staring at him. Yeah...She suddenly realized that he was looking back, and turned her head away rapidly. If he wasn't mistaken, Regidar was sure that there was a slight blush showing through her coat...
"My name is Regidar, miss Rarity. Of course, friends call me Reggie."
"There's no need to call me "miss", Reggie. And I'd love to be your friend."
Well, that's settled.
Without a second thought, Rarity quickly pulled him into a nearby room. She moved him towards the center of the room, and looked up into his eyes pleadingly.
What the fuck just happened?
"I've never seen one of your kind before, Reggie, and those clothes of yours are simply ruined! Please, let me make you a new suit?"
"Um...well, I have no-"
"I don't need your money, Darling. We're friends, and I am, after all, the element of Generosity for a reason."
This is getting strange...
"Now could you be a dear and slip off those clothes?"
HOLY FUCK THIS IS GETTING STRANGE!!!
"Uh, excuse me. What?"
"I need to take a measurement, don't worry." There was no mistaking the blush that was now crossing Rarity's face. Talk about creepy pasta... Regidar pulled the fly to his pants down, then let them drop to the ground. Stepping out of them, he pulled down his shorts, and removed the shirt over his head. A gleaming white chest was revealed underneath, and a few sporadic black hairs hung out in random places. Definitely not what most women would find appealing.
Rarity suddenly walked up to his body, taking shaky steps around his form. Using a measuring tape, she soon had acquired most of the dimensions she needed, but kept on doing so anyways. Around the third time she had pulled the tape around his waist, he knew that she was just doing this for the fun of it.
"Um...Rarity?"
She started at the comment, but quickly returned to her former demeanor. "Yes, Darling?" she asked, a deep blush dying her face a bold crimson.
"Is there a particular reason you're, um, taking several measurements down...there?"
"Oh! I-I don't k-know what you're t-talking about."
Regidar sighed again for the bazillionth time that day. How long was it going to take these ponies to just be upfront? Taking a moment to consider, he made his move. "Is there anything you see that you like?"
The next blush on her face made it obvious that the alabaster unicorn definitely was on the same page. She turned away, seemingly pensive. A knot of worry started to form in Reggie's stomach, but was just as quickly dispelled when she turned back around. Her face bore what was unmistakably bedroom eyes.
"Yes, many things, actually. Darling?"
"Yes?"
"Can we go to my, erm, bedroom?"
Did she seriously just ask me that?
"YES!! I mean, yes, of course."
And just like that, Regidar was led off to the room where he knew he'd get a nice little experience for the second time that day. Damn, this was getting good.
As soon as he strode into Rarity's room, the young man felt the door slam shut behind him. Startled, he turned around, only to find Rarity laying down on the bed with her legs spread wide open. Regidar could clearly see the glistening lips of her mound, and felt his penis stiffen up at an astounding rate.
So much for exhaustion.
"Darling," Rarity said. "I'm all yours."
Reggie smiled lustfully at her as he strode forward, pulling himself up on top of her. Looking down into her soft, cobalt eyes, he felt his heart flutter at the sight before him. Reaching down with his hand, Reggie started to finger around her inner thighs, slowly working towards his prize. As soon as he reached her folds, a soft moan escaped Rarity's lips.
"Ah! That's nice, Reggie. Don't stop."
Who was he to deny a lady, especially one as beautiful and amazing as Rarity? His fingers slowly worked their way into her folds, slowly caressing the inner walls of her vagina. That elicited a gasp from Rarity, and Reggie quickly began to move his fingers in a fairly circular fashion. He pulled them in and out, softly brushing up against the sides of her clenching hole. Soon Rarity was sighing contendly at the euphoria that now shattered her otherwise unspoiled mind.
"OH!" she suddenly cried out as his fingers worked their way out of her tightening walls, moving up to tweak with her now bulging nub. Regidar started rubbing his fingers fervently against the white mare's clit, causing her to slowly gyrate her hips against his now-wet hand. Soon she started to cry out as he started rubbing more vigorously, and her hips began to buck up against him.
"Are you enjoying this?" Reggie asked, a little smirk donning his features. The lustfull moans and nod of the head was all he needed for a reply. He felt her body starting to spasm up against his hand, bringing her closer to the coming climax.
"Reggie, ngh, I'm cumming!"
With that, Rarity suddenly belted out an ear-splitting scream as hot and sticky liquid began to shoot out all over Regidar's hand. She rocked and gyrated, using up the last of her energy to pull his hand tighter to her marehood. Soon after, she slowly fell back against the bed, panting.
"Did you like it?" he asked, meeting Rarity's now gleaming eyes.
"More than liked it, Darling. I loved it!"
Reggie smiled at the complement. This was definitely what he'd always dreamed of doing, and now he had the chance to do so for reals. No way was he going to fuck this up!
"Now lay down next to me."
Regidar did as directed, only to find her suddenly standing up, and moving over to where her head was in his crotch. "I hope I can do as well, Reggie." With that, Rarity stuck his cock all the way in her mouth, eating up the length of his shaft in a manner that he'd never felt before. Waves of pleasure started to burst into his mind.
To say that Reggie was a virgin would be a stupid comment. He'd fucked probably six women and been raped by a couple men in his life. But he'd never gotten a blowie before, and he lay back contentedly at the feelings coursing through his manhood from it. Let out a contented sigh, he simply relaxs and enjoys the experience.
Rarity's tongue starts to move in her mouth, lapping up the precum that was starting to form at the end of his dick. He feels every stroke of the tongue as it moves around his member, tracing every vein and artery along its length. Soon he starts to thrust gently as she begins to suck.
Time seems to guy by quickly as Regidar feels the building heat in his nethers, and he doesn't waste a second doing anything but enjoying the immense pleasure that Rarity was granting him. Soon enough, his dick starts to throb. As soon as Rarity begins to lick the tip, he suddenly gushes out his cum down her throat.
Rarity gags for a moment, but then engulfs the hot shaft again, lapping up every drop of semen coming from his now softening cock. Once all of the strands had been ingested, she pulls away to come lay down next to Regidar. Pulling him into a tight hug, they slowly fall asleep in each others arms.
"Doctor, do you think he'll ever wake up?"
"I don't know, Brian. Maybe he will, maybe he won't. All I know is that he is now in a drug induced coma from over dosing on an illegal narcotic."
"So...he may stay like this forever?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Well, does he have dreams?"
"Yes."
"Good. I hope that they're good dreams."
"I hope so too."
"Good night, Doctor."
"Good night, Brian."
