She Nose

There are those who are motivated to create by a muse, or the joy of weaving a new tale out of old fabric. Others are driven by darker monsters, demons that haunt them until they tell their story.

Me? I answer only to revenge.

You have been warned.

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Rarity HATED being sick. The sweating, the shaking and the unladylike amount of coughing simply ruined her day! Not only did it make her mane limp and lifeless, but her tight-fitting sleeves left no room for dainty handkerchiefs, or even the common tissue. And that’s not even getting into the issue of … phlegm. But we shall return to that in a moment. On this day, she had been looking for the perfect jewel in Ghastly Gorge, and had gotten caught in a poorly scheduled downpour. On the trudge home she had gotten splashed in mud, covered in grass and then had discovered her coveted jewel had a flaw! All in all, it was a washout of a day.

And then the sneezing started. At first it was a ladylike ‘achoo!’, then progressed to a more hacking hawk, before devolving into a splattering mess. In the middle of the market place Rarity sneezed so hard that she hoofbutted herself trying to stop the sneeze. As her reward, she had to keep her hooves in the water for a good ten minutes to clean them.

Finally she retreated to her lair, also known as Carousel Boutique. She refused to leave in order to buy more tissues, since it would be horrifying for Ponyville to see their Fashion Goddess in such a dishevelled state! She COULD not allow such a demoralising event occur to her beloved Fashion Subjects. Eventually she was reduced to wiping her nose on Prance Lace, a crime against fabulousity that was second only to being allowed out in public while sick.

So when Applejack showed up to deliver the candied apples Pinkie Pie had demanded be fastened to her new dress Rarity was so distressed she nearly fell upon Applejack’s neck.

“Darling!” She cried, only with her cold it sounded more like “Dorlang”. “Please, you must buy me some tissues! The softest ones you can find, if you please, my poor nose is rubbed raw! Oh, look at me!” She sobbed messily, staring at her reflection in one of the multitude of mirrors in her creating room. “How can I possibly live with myself when my nose is so-so-so RED!”

“You look fine, sugarcube.” Applejack patted Rarity’s limp mane.

“How can you say that?” Rarity threw her hoof in front of her eyes.

“Because it’s true.” Applejack smiled. “You always look mighty fine to me. “

Rarity stilled at the unusual tone in Applejack’s voice.

“Really?” She asked in a tiny voice. “Even when I’m all icky?”

“Do you need me to demonstrate?” Applejack’s voice grew hoarse with unspoken desires. Heh, hoarse.

“H-how?” Rarity trembled, partly from ague and partly from a massive girlie-boner.

“Well, sugarcube,” Applejack said licking her lips, “we could start by getting your little red reindeer nose all cleaned up.”

Gently lifting Rarity’s face, she stared deeply into her eyes before giving her runny nose one big, long lick. Her rough pony tongue caught the partially dried snot, swirled around the clumps of phlegm before cautiously exploring the dark wet caverns of Rarity’s nostrils. Having caught some green gold, she curled her tongue and drew it all back into her own eagerly awaiting mouth. Applejack closed her eyes, savouring the exquisite taste.

“Oh, how I wish I could bottle this up and keep it forever.” Applejack felt herself growing wet. Like a sprinkler in high summer. “I need your nose inside of me.” She whispered. “I need that taste inside my vagina.”

Rarity, befuddled by lust and a quickly mounting fever, nodded silently. She still wasn’t prepared for when Applejack grabbed her head and rammed her face-first into her glistening slit. Her crotch-tits, excited, began to expand like poppies in the sun. Rarity snorted in surprise, loosening her blocked left nostril. Applejack reared back and jammed her hoof into Rarity’s right nostril, before latching her lips over the left and sucking until the hard nugget of snot shot out of Rarity’s nose and hit the back of Applejack’s throat.

Applejack reared back and coughed, choking on the joy-bean as it went into her lungs.

“Oh that’s what I wanted,” She spluttered, as the golden-green chunk was ejected from her lungs and re-ingested into her eagerly awaiting stomach, coating her throat the entire way down with a thin layer of slime. “That taste! That glorious taste!”

Rarity pushed herself away from Applejack, rubbing her abused nose.

“Darling!” She said, “Please! I never knew you had this side to you!”

“Are you kidding?” Applejack snorted. “I’ve always been obsessed with nose parts. Ever since I was a little filly I wait eagerly for winter, with the influx of colds and flus. It’s like my dream come true.” Her eyes glittered with enthusiasm. “And when someone as prissy as you comes down with a cold, why, it’s better than words can describe!” Rarity was unsure of whether or not to be insulted. Not to mention, she was not getting any lovin’ in return. Aside from her dripping nose, she was as dry as a bone. But Applejack was too absorbed in her fetish to notice.

“There is only one thing missing.” Applejack mashed Rarity’s face between her hooves, inspecting her chapped nose. “If only you had a nose-ring, I would be in heaven. Oh,” she squirmed, rubbing herself against the floor, leaving a wet trail. “Imagine if you had one like Zecora’s earrings. I would- I would-OH!”

And with that she wrenched Rarity’s head back into her even more lathered lady parts. Rarity, quickly running out of oxygen, flailed madly.

As unyielding as a steam train, Applejack rammed Rarity’s face in deeper, trying to get her delicious nose-juice inside her. Rarity began to turn purple, since we’re assuming that pony blood is red as well and any attempts to clarify this using the scientific method have been blocked by god-damn moral guardians. “I’m coming!” Applejack screamed. Rarity’s eyes rolled back in their sockets.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN? Will Rarity suffocate? Or will Applejack notice? Tune in next week and see!