Compensation Prizes
It was a regular day in Ponyville and nothing exciting or spectacular was happening. At least, that's what Rarity believed since she hadn't been outside all day. The fashion designer was confined inside, working for the past few days on a set of outfits for a group of ponies from Canterlot. The order was for six dresses, each one having very specific designs. A few even proved to be some of Rarity’s toughest and most challenging work. Rather than spend time with her friends, she devoted her attention to perfecting the dresses. Rarity enjoyed a good challenge since she saw them as a learning opportunity. If she designed the dress successfully and it was to the client’s liking, she gained even more talent and, most importantly, confidence. On the off chance that the client was not pleased by her design, Rarity would again get straight to work, hoping to rectify her mistake. 99% of the time, the client would always be satisfied by her second attempt. Right now, this order was definitely proving to be a difficult task. Despite that, Rarity believed she was doing a good job, she hoped her client would think so too as they were paying a hefty amount of bits to fulfill the order. Disappointing her client always made Rarity feel awful, mostly because she they spent their hard earned bits on her to get the job done correctly, not mess it up.
Adding on the final touches to the six dresses, all neatly placed on mannequins, Rarity checked her appointment calendar. Her clients would be sending a representative to the Carousel Boutique this afternoon to see if her work met their expectations. The white unicorn was just about to remark how the representative should arrive shortly when a knocking on the door greeted her eardrums.
“Ah, that must be one of the ponies now!” Rarity said. With one final bow tying, not to mention days of tedious work, Rarity’s dresses were now ready to be picked up. Rarity walked towards her door, glancing back to admire what may be her best work yet. Rarity brushed off her black skirt and the white sleeves of her blouse, making sure she looked presentable as always, and opened the door, ready to greet a client who gave her a titanic task.
“Welcome to the Carousel Boutique, how may I help you?” Rarity kindly asked the question that has been forever drilled into her head. Before her stood a male unicorn with a smoky gray coat, charcoal black mane, and copper colored eyes. Truth be told, Rarity thought he was quite handsome, but perhaps the fact that he was from Canterlot contributed to that idea.
“Hi, I’m here to look over the dresses we ordered. Six dresses to be exact. Are you Rarity?” the Canterlot unicorn asked with diction.
“Yes, I am Rarity, owner of this wonderful boutique. May I ask your name?”
“My name doesn’t really matter, I’ll only be here for a quick minute,” the client said rather quickly.
“Okay,” Rarity hesitated for a bit, confused as to why he legitimately didn’t want to share his name.” Well, what did you order?”
“I already told you, six dresses. Weren’t you paying attention?” he said, again somewhat rudely.
Rarity was taken aback by the stallion’s attitude. She was about to ask him to calm down and relax, but she decided against it. “Of course I was listening. I’ve just been quite busy with your order and a few others as well, my apologies.”
Using her magic, Rarity levitated a clipboard that sat on a nearby table over to her. She reached for a one of the pens that sat in the pocket on her blouse and jotted something down.
“What are you writing?” the stallion buzzed.
“I’m just noting that the order has been received,” Rarity explained. She was starting to lose her patience with this pony. He was in her store and he must behave properly. “You know, you really mustn’t be so nosy, it’s quite rude.”
“Excuse me?” the stallion replied in an argumentative manner.
“I said you’re being rude. Now, you are in my boutique, so I expect to act with proper manners,” Rarity gave her guest a condescending look. For the past few days, she had worked her hands to the bone on this pony’s order. The last thing she needed was him coming into her place of business and acting like he’s in charge.
“I was just curious, jeez! Ever hear of having a conversation?” the stallion folded his arms, starting to become annoyed.
Rarity sighed with noticeable irritation. The sooner she got this stallion out the door, the better. “Fine, fine. That will be 250 bits, sir,” Rarity added hostility onto the final word of her sentence, spitting the word at him like acid, followed by a look filled with anger.
“You haven’t even shown me the dresses yet! I won’t pay until I see them!” The client demanded.
“Okay, okay! Just calm down a bit!” Rarity practically shouted in pure frustration. “Just follow me, I’ll show you the dresses.”
The stallion followed behind Rarity. His eyes were drawn to her bottom that swayed to the side with every step. He didn’t care much for this pony, but he couldn’t deny that she had one attractive body. Her walk was perfection, one that every stallion craves. When he looked up, he saw six dresses neatly dressed on mannequins. His eyes wanted to immediately go back to Rarity’s ass.
“Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief. What he saw was definitely not what he expected.
“What do you mean?” A puzzled Rarity replied.
“You expect me to pay 250 bits for these dresses? I don’t even think they’re worth 10! Are you sure you read the order right? These are being made for high profile ponies, not some dumpy old Ponyville scrat!”
“Ponyville scrat!?” Rarity’s face had gone from completely white, to a deep red. What was holding her back from absolutely destroying this pony had to have been an otherworldly power. “I spent countless hours working on these dresses, you inconsiderate piece of filth!”
“Countless hours? These look like you spent two hours, three at best, on them! We thought we were hiring the designer of those wonderful dresses that Twilight Sparkle and her friends had at the gala; perhaps we were mistaken,” he said coldly, each word containing a pang of aggression. The only tangible feeling in the room was tension.
“Why I ought to,” Rarity was filled with so much animosity that she had difficulty finding words. “Get out of my store this instant! If you’re here any longer, I doubt you’ll ever return back to Canterlot!”
He took a few steps toward Rarity to emphasize the point he was about to make. “Oh no, no, no, I came all the way from Canterlot. I want an explanation for this!” He pointed a finger at one of the dresses that sat innocently on its mannequin, unable to do stand up for itself.
“My explanation is that these dresses are perfect, some of my best work in fact! Now, sir, you must either buy them or leave!” Rarity yelled.
“You seriously cannot expect me to buy these!”
“And you seriously can’t expect me to let you stay in my store! I made these dresses to their exact specifications, right down to the tiniest detail!” Both ponies’ voices were growing in volume.
The Canterlot representative grabbed a hold of Rarity’s wrist, making sure he had a tight grip on it. Rarity gasped, completely shocked at his actions. “There’s no way I’m paying 250 bits for these! You better offer some sort of compensation.”
Rarity’s face traded a look of anger for one of fear. She struggled to pull away from the furious stallion, but it was to no avail; his grip was much too strong for her.
“No, you let go of me this instant!” Rarity exclaimed, somehow finding the strength to pull away, only by a few inches.
“You sure do have an attitude for a wannabe fashion designer”, the stallion said as he pulled Rarity in closer to keep an even better hold of her. He could smell whatever fragrance Rarity was wearing while he looked intensely into her powerful, deep blue eyes. When Rarity’s expression changed yet again, it was like a performance to him.
“Wannabe!?” the Element of Generosity shouted. With her one free arm, she struck her visitor right in the side of his head; it wasn’t a slap either, she truly wanted to cause him pain. When she heard him grunt, she felt a sense of satisfaction. Sadly for Rarity, that was the worst thing she could have done.
“Why you little bitch!” her client, now assaulter, spat. Before Rarity had any time to react, he grabbed her free arm and roughly forced her onto the ground.
“Let go of me, you ruffian!” Rarity roared. Frantically, she kicked, squirmed, and anything else that could possibly free her from her assaulter. Her horn also started to glow, symbolizing that Rarity was turning to magic for help.
“I’ve only known you for five fucking minutes and you are the most ignorant and annoying pony that I’ve ever met in my entire life!” The assaulter insulted. Beneath him, Rarity was still struggling for her freedom, quite unsuccessfully. As her body twisted is wriggled, her breasts would follow, jiggling slightly with every movement. It was impossible for her assaulter to overlook. “I think I found out exactly how you can compensate me,” he said with a naughty smile.
“What? No, no, get off of me!” Rarity said fearfully. Again, she attempted to break away from his grip and, again, she failed.
“Be quiet,” the stallion said coldly. He only had one thing in mind: compensation. The increasingly aroused stallion roughly placed a hand on Rarity’s right breast, making sure he got a good feel of it. Rarity’s breasts were a little above average size and only contributed to her overall beauty, not to mention they were soft as marshmallows. As her assaulter became more aroused, Rarity was only getting plagued by fear with every passing second.
“No! Stop it!” she cried, somewhat pointlessly. Using her magic, she gripped the wrist of her assaulter, hoping to force it off of her. Unfortunately, he countered it with his magic, which was significantly stronger than hers.
“Are you always like this? Some bitch that always throws a fit?” Her assaulter questioned. The combination of Rarity’s struggling and the feel of her breasts proved to be very arousing, as was obvious by his growing erection. Rarity was aware of this fact too, which only made her dread what was to come.
“No…please…stop” Rarity said softly. All of her struggling was beginning to make her feel tired, so her resistance started to fade. Her assaulter would have no more of her objections.
“Oh, shut the hell up, will you? All you’ve done is bitch and moan since I got here. I’m surprised you even have friends! You probably bitch and moan at them too. Just shut that mouth of yours and let me have my compensation,” her assaulter continued with the insults. The words weren’t what harmed Rarity, it was his upcoming actions that did. With the glow of his horn, the buttons on Rarity’s blouse became undone, the arms of her assaulter effectively holding her down, preventing her from intervening. Once his magic had finished the job, he smiled pleasingly at the mare before him, only his eyes were fixated on her chest.
“Looks like a mouth isn’t the only think you got on ya, huh?” the assaulter remarked.
“No…” Rarity muttered, her body relaxing subconsciously. She wanted to fight back; she just couldn’t summon the strength.
“That’s right,” Rarity’s assaulter said as he fumbled around in his pants to pull out his stallionhood, “just lay there and relax, you’re gonna find yourself enjoying this anyways.”
Tears started to form in the corners of Rarity’s blue eyes. Her reality was becoming one she couldn’t and most certainly did not want to accept. She cracked open her eyelids, only to get a glimpse of the most private part of a stallion right before her. Being good with measurements, Rarity estimated it was around 13 inches; how fitting. Her assaulter saw the look on her face, which only egged him on further.
“Do you like my cock, Rarity?” he teased. “I bet a slut like you loves it!”
“Please, stop…please” Rarity pleaded as she tried to look away from him.
Rarity winced when she felt her assaulter’s tight grip suddenly on her chin. He made her stare directly into his eyes that held a completely different set of emotions than hers. Rarity watched in agony as the assaulter took his place on top of her, his legs spread to both sides of her body. With a grin contaminated by sin, Rarity’s assaulter pushed forward, his cock slipping in between her breasts. Her eyes shot wide in terror.
“No! No, please! Please, stop! I’m begging of you!” Rarity screamed. Her tears were fully flowing now; her words coming out in between her sobs.
“You should've thought about that before you opened that mouth of yours! Come to think of it, why don't we close that fucker shut?” Rarity’s assaulter countered. His cock continued to pump between her breasts, the head eventually finding its place in Rarity’s mouth. Inadvertently, her tongue lashed across the tip as she attempted to scream. Part of Rarity despised the taste, another found herself savoring it; it was the latter that really took a toll on her. With a thick piece of meat in her mouth, Rarity could barely make a sound.
“Ah, finally some peace and quiet,” the assaulter sighed, pushing his cock in between Rarity’s breasts whilst tightening his grip on them. He’d been with a few mares in his time, but their breasts couldn’t compare to Rarity’s, they were perfect. “If only your dresses were as nice as your tits, Rarity,” her assaulter began, “I’d definitely pay more than 250 bits for them!”
Rarity continued to cry. She wanted desperately to prevent her assaulter from going any further, but she couldn’t. All the generous unicorn could do was lie on the ground motionless, helpless, and allow the stallion on top of her to do anything he liked with her body. It was degrading.
“Aw, don’t cry now. I bet you adore this. Being violated like this makes only makes you wet; wetter than you’ve ever been. A slut like you wants this all the time, huh? Maybe it’s time to give you a little reward,” Rarity’s assaulter said, his words insulting and filled with lust. Rarity wondered what he meant by a reward, but when she could feel his cock beginning to twitch inside of her mouth, it became all too clear.
“No, you can’t!” Rarity pleaded, opening her eyes wide so her assaulter would see the emotion that lied inside them. Sadly, it was too late. The cock of her assaulter erupted inside her mouth, a large amount of it sliding down her throat. Cum soon splattered across Rarity’s face when the assaulter withdrew his gushing member. Shots continued to spew out from his cock like a volcano, almost all of them landing on Rarity’s face, tits, and mane. The assaulter got off from on top of Rarity and took a good look at the aftermath. Rarity sat up coughing, trying to expel the taste of cum from her mouth.
“Ew, it’s everywhere, even in my mane!” Rarity complained, slowly flicking off the large amount of pony cum that was spread haphazardly across her upper body. She never felt so dirty, so filthy.
“Your mane!? You’re worried about your damn mane!?” the assaulter growled.
“No, it’s just…please…please just stop,” Rarity cried, cowering in fear.
“No, fuck no, I’m far from being done with you,” the assaulter spat. He grabbed Rarity’s mane, a mane that’s beauty was disgraced by his cum, and pushed her down onto all fours. Admiring her body, he ran his hand across her back, feeling how tender and soft she was. When he reached her flanks, he rubbed her cutie marks and smacked at her ass. Rarity’s body was heavenly to him, quite possibly the sexiest he’s ever seen and it was all his for the taking. His hands then made their way to her marehood, one spreading her lips while the other slipped a finger inside; Rarity was soaked.
“Well, well, well, looks like you DID love that. Good thing too; my cock’s hard as a rock again,” the assaulter remarked.
Rarity gasped and frantically clawed at the floor in front of her, trying to scurry forwards. “You can’t go in there! What if I…” Rarity began.
“What if I cum inside?” her assaulter interrupted. “Don’t worry, I won’t do that. I would never want to have foals with a whore like you, so I’ll just cum all over you!”
Rarity shrieked, both at his remark and his quick removal of her skirt and white undies. Liquids tickled down her leg once her underwear was fully removed; Rarity envied them, how they got to escape the torment.
“Do you have any idea how hard I’m going to fuck you?” her assaulter asked rhetorically.
“I’ll do anything, just please don’t make me do that!” Rarity looked back and implored. She started to kick her feet, ironically somewhat calmly; she managed to make contact, but not pain.
“Keep on begging. I’m sure it’ll help you,” her assaulter said sarcastically. “I hope you’re ready for your cunt to get destroyed,” he added, positioning his member so it was ready to take the plunge.
The helpless unicorn pushed up against her assaulter, hoping that it would force him back. It was just another failed attempt, one that caused the assaulter to chuckle.
“Maybe you’ll learn your lesson after this!” the stallion slammed his cock all the way into Rarity’s pussy, causing her to yelp in a mixed combination of pain and pleasure. Blush appeared on her face because of the reaction. Rarity even had to bite down on her lip to prevent herself from moaning. Was she actually enjoying this?
“Come on you whorse; I know you’re in love with this,” the assaulter said as if he was responding to Rarity’s imaginary question. He took hold of Rarity’s purple mane, pulling her head back as his cock continued to pound away at her pussy.
“Stop…th-that hurts…” Rarity winced. The pain wouldn’t have been as bad had her assaulter gradually pushed into her.
“What, this?” he asked sarcastically, making sure to slam into Rarity with even more ferocity.
“Ow!” Rarity cried, her body starting to go limp.
“Shut the fuck up! Why can’t you get that through your thick skull?” Rarity’s assaulter hissed, continuing to fuck her marehood. “Your pussy’s so tight! I’m not surprised either; every stallion probably runs off before they rut you since you annoy them to death!” he said adding insult to psychological injury.
“Just…stop…Celestia please…stop” Rarity begged tearfully.
“I’ve had plenty of mares in my time, but you’ve got to be one of the tightest! You better start finding some more stallion meat, my little whorse” her assaulter suggested.
Rarity didn’t respond, she couldn’t think of anything to say. All that emitted from her mouth were several gasps, groans, and pants. Every time she felt a thrust, Rarity felt as if her tears flowed even harder. She was in agony while the stallion behind her was soaking in ecstasy, evident by how his pass continued to increase.
“Stop trying to hold back and just cum. No need to hold back, miss Rarity,” the assaulter said in between his grunts.
Rarity opened her mouth to speak; a moan escaped. She hoped that her assaulter didn’t hear it, but he had.
“There you go, moan so everypony can hear you. Let them know how much of a slut you are,” he said upon hearing the sound he was craving. In a last ditch effort to make things end, Rarity decided to give in; perhaps she truly meant it. Several moans followed the first, each one become more truthful. The moaning only excited the horny stallion. He pushed Rarity’s down on the ground and fucked her hole deeper.
“You’re taking my whole cock like it’s nothing now! I can feel you tightening around me; you should just let it go and cum.”
Rarity’s only response was a loud moan. She knew it contained a hint of enjoyment in it too.
“If you cum, I’ll stop,” proposed the assaulter. “Sound like a deal?”
“…deal,” Rarity mumbled hesitantly. The mare relaxed her body and focused on the unwanted pleasure her body was receiving. She could feel herself going completely limp due the intense sex she was subjected to. Shortly after, her walls tightened wholly around the thick cock inside of her, clenching down on it. With a loud moan, Rarity’s orgasm was in full effect. Her marehood squirted a small amount of cum, which made Rarity feel completely embarrassed. Panting, Rarity collapsed onto the ground after her overwhelming orgasm. She actually felt empty when her assaulter pulled out of her to furiously stroke his cock; it worried her.
“Boy, do I wish I had a camera. Hope you’re ready for another load, slut,” said the assaulter
Turning back, Rarity was about to object, when she caught a torrent of cum right onto her stomach and tits. A healthy amount of cum also caught her right in the face and even the tip of her horn. Disgusted, she looked down at her body; a body that looked like it belonged to a total slut.
“My coat…it’s all over my coat…” Rarity squeaked disgustedly.
“Is that all you fucking care about?” the assaulter rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“No, but…”
“You know, I was going to end it right there, but your obsession with your coat changed my mind,” the assaulter’s hand wrapped around Rarity’s chin and brought her towards the tip of his penis.
“Stop, we had a deal!” Rarity exclaimed. “Let me go, please!’
“We had ANOTHER deal too,” her assaulter remarked, motioning his head towards the dresses that have been only spectators. “You fucked that one up as well. Guess you can’t do anything right, huh?”
Squirming, Rarity tried to get away. However, her assaulter used his magic to restrain her and pushed his cock up against her lips, cum spreading across them. Rarity held her mouth tight, not wanting to taste more of his cum.
“If you take it in, I won’t cum on your precious mane,” the assaulter persuaded.
Rarity wouldn’t be fooled again. She turned her head away, wanting only to avoid sucking his dick.
“Why are you so damn difficult?” the assaulter sighed. For what felt like the hundredth time to Rarity, he forced his cock into her mouth. She tried to spit it out with her eyes going wide; failure again. His length, girth, and strength were causing her to choke on the assaulter’s intimidating cock.
“That’s right, choke on it Rarity. Choke on my thick cock,” the assaulter commented with a devilish grin stamped across his face. He loved every second of this.
Rarity kept her tongue as still as a statue. Truthfully, she didn’t know why she was trying to resist. Her assaulter would only overpower her again and again. Should she just give in and enjoy it? No, Rarity was a tough mare and she’d find a way to end this one way or another.
“You really need to stop trying to resist and just accept the fact that you’re slut,” Rarity’s assaulter pushed her head down further on his cock, causing her to gag. The assaulter chuckled and decided he wanted even more of himself inside of her. “Take it all in, Rarity!”
The helpless mare’s eyes looked as if they were about to bulge out from their sockets. His cock had to have been hitting the very back of her throat at this point.
“You know, we only hired you because your prices are so cheap. There are hundreds of more talented designers than you, probably because they aren't busy thinking about sucking stallion cock,” the assaulter revealed. Rarity always believed having affordable prices was just being generous. She wasn’t wrong about that, was she? Rarity closed her eyes, sobbing yet again as she continued to involuntarily suck on cock.
“Can’t get enough cock, huh Rarity? What a mouthful of cum?”
As best as she could manage, Rarity shook her head, tears freely flowing down her cheeks.
“I suppose it doesn’t really matter what you say anyways; I’m still going to shoot a load down that semen craving throat of yours,” the assaulter said. He placed his hands on both sides of Rarity’s face and pulled her down to the base of his cock one final time. With a grunt, her assaulter released a gush of cum into Rarity’s mouth, filling it quite successfully. Each and every ounce of his seed slid right on down Rarity’s throat. His cock remained in her mouth; he didn’t want her to waste a single drop. Rarity weakly pushed against him, the taste of his cum too much for her to handle. After what felt like an eternity, Rarity was allowed to breathe.
“How’d you like the taste of cum, Rarity?” the assaulter asked mockingly.
“It-it was awful,” Rarity coughed, falling to her side on the floor.
“Oh, I’m sure you loved it. We’re almost done here, just one more thing. Any guesses on what it is?” the assaulter tormented.
“No, please, no more,” Rarity sobbed as she curled up into a ball on her cum stained floor.
“Only one more hole left, miss Rarity. That’s one more chance for you to corporate.”
Rarity’s tail shot between her legs, trying to cover herself up. In reality, Rarity no longer had the strength or willpower to resist; she was broken.
“I wish you would have just said ‘yes’ but, alas, you decided to resist once again. The more you resist, the harder I fuck you,” the assaulter commented.
Rarity weighed her options, each ending with her losing her virginity in a certain part of her body. Ultimately, she gave in, moving her tail to allow entrance into her tightest hole. Her eyes darted away swiftly.
“That’s a good pony. Now, let me take care of that terrific ass of yours,” the assaulter said, running his hands over Rarity’s soft bum. His rough hands spread her cheeks as he placed his cock at her entrance. “Before you discover the magic of anal, I want you to know one last thing.”
“What?” Rarity looked back at him with eyes that wanted answers.
“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, even if you do comply,” he chuckled.
With a moan, Rarity placed her head onto the ground and raised her ass gently in the air. Only thing Rarity could do was lie to herself and enjoy it. When she felt him inside her, she grimaced in pain. Her ass was the only thing that she had never let a stallion enter, until now. The cock thrust in and out of her quickly, just like it did with all her other holes.
“Damn, your ass is the tightest hole I’ve ever been in!” the assaulter commented, giving her cheeks a quick slap.
Grunting with each thrust, Rarity was astonished she could summon the words to actually speak. “Th-thank you…” she lied hoping to speed things along.
Her assaulter continued to violate her with pure savagery, his member flying in and out of her ass at speeds that would even put Rainbow Dash to shame. “You won’t be able to walk right for a week after this!”
The slaps continued, Rarity’s yelping remained consistent, and the contrasts between the two ponies were beginning to deteriorate. Rarity’s moans were no longer part of a façade. The sensation was starting to overpower her; her body was giving in. Rarity’s sounds started to grow in volume.
“Are we finally coming to our senses? Is miss Rarity realizing how much she loves cock?” the assaulter questioned.
“Yes…fuck me…”
The assaulter continued to do just that, positioning himself so he was able to fuck Rarity even harder.
“I bet you fantasize about getting rammed by a huge cock all the time!”
“Yes! Fuck me, harder!” Rarity exclaimed, shoving herself up against her assaulter that his cock became fully buried in her widening asshole.
“Looks like we’ve gotten this bitch to finally agree!” the assaulter said happily. Now, he was forcing himself all the way in, pulling the entirety of his length out, and then fully shoving it back in. “Rub your clit,” he demanded. “Make your slutty body cum all over the floor.”
Immediately, Rarity did as she was told. Reaching an arm between her legs, she rubbed her clit and slid a finger or two inside her dripping cunt. Her moans had reached their full volume.
“In hindsight,” the assaulter began, “I’m glad you ruined those dresses. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to fuck you like this! I guess everything works itself out!”
Rarity moaned in agreement. She frantically rubbed her clit, her body desperately wanting to cum.
“Spray your juices everywhere and then taste them. Show me how much of a slut you are,” the assaulter commanded.
Rarity’s moans were borderline screams of bliss. She shoved her ass into the air, the cock inside somehow pushing in even deeper, and voiced her pleasure. Behind her, the stallion was rocking his hips wildly to destroy the virgin asshole before him.
“Tell me how much of a whore you are,” ordered the assaulter.
“I’m a whore! I love being fucked in my boutique! I love cock!” Rarity replied.
“What about cum? You didn’t lie to me earlier, did you?”
“I did, I did lie, I’m sorry. I love cum-” Rarity’s sentence was cut off by a loud cry. She had reached her second orgasm, her juices spraying onto the floor below and the stallion behind her. Rarity leveled herself, looked back, and licked up any of her juices that remained on her fingers. “It’s delicious,” Rarity said softly with half-lidded eyes.
“What a naughty little pony you are. Want me to fill your ass or bathe you in cum?” the assaulter asked, seemingly giving Rarity a choice.
“How about both?” Rarity asked, hoping to please him.
“I was going to do that anyways,” he chuckled. With a powerful push, the stallion’s cock emptied its payload into Rarity’s formerly tight ass. Before he finished, the assaulter pulled out of Rarity and appeared right in front of her face. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out as several spurts of cum find their targets on her face. The stallion finished jerking his cock and stepped backwards; he had enough fun.
“What did you learn today, Rarity?” asked the assaulter.
“I’m a slut! I love cum,” Rarity answered as she licked up any cum that she could.
“Very good, my little whorse,” the assaulter retorted, giving Rarity a satisfied pat on the head. She looked up at him with a changed expression; an expression only the dirtiest mares know.
“I’m afraid I have to return to Canterlot now. I’ll take those abominations off your hands anyways; I’m sure we’ll find some use for them.”
“I’m terribly sorry for my work. It was an absolute disgrace!” Rarity’s tone had returned to normal. It was as if she had completely forgotten that she was naked and covered in pony cum.
“You’re right, it was, but there’s no need to worry about that anymore. You definitely made up for your stupid mistake.”
The words were music to Rarity’s ears. When she cleaned herself with her tongue, Rarity dressed once again. She assisted her client with his newly purchased dresses as if nothing had happened. Why did she even object in the first place? She’s always been a slut and deserved to be treated like one!
“Before you go,” Rarity began, “is there any chance I’ll see you again?”
“Why? Does the slut want to get fucked again soon?” the client asked teasingly.
Rarity only blushed and gave a slight nod. “Don’t make me wait too long!”
“Don’t worry; I don’t think I can go a week without seeing that body.” The client answered, gathering up his belongings and making way towards the door.
“A week?” Rarity complained, reaching a hand out.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to keep yourself busy. Plenty of other stallions in this town, right? I’ll see you soon, my little whorse.” the client said.
And with that, the door to Rarity’s boutique shut and the stallion disappeared from Rarity’s world, until he’d re-enter it in seven days’ time. Seven days. Rarity sadly lied on her sofa, wondering if she should just wait until then. No, she couldn’t lie around all day; she had work that had to be done! Rarity gathered her supplies and fabrics, ready to create something that might reap the same benefits that her last creations had.
Author's Note
Moral of the story: Canterlot ponies are jerks.
