She Nose

Some people are simply not designed to amount anything. These creatures, deprived of any higher purpose than to piss off their betters, can best be identified by their inability to accept that they need to shut up and let the real people accomplish things. Instead they spend their time getting in the way and reading smut.

I dedicate this to them.

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Rarity couldn’t breathe. Stuffed deep into Applejack’s growler, she gasped for air, only to inhale excitement-juice. It filled her lungs, drowning her. It would be cliché to say that her life flashed before her eyes, but as she screamed into the moist vacuum of Applejack’s interior memories splintered in her consciousness. Of her first dress. Of her first day in Ponyville. Of that utter sense of belonging when she was chosen by the element of harmony. And as her scream ended they fled, and then there was nothing. And so Rarity died.

Now in Equestria, death is seen as the final sleep. A lie, told to comfort the grieving, but the lie was retold so much that the universe heard about it, thought it was doing death wrong and decided to correct its own mistake. So Rarity died, and awoke in the domain of death and night.

“Who enters our domain?” Princess Luna swept down from the clouds dramatically. “Ah, this one is known to us. Generosity personified, we grieve to see you here.”

“Princess Luna!” Rarity, cured of her cold through dying, knelt. “How did this happen?”

“As all living creatures must sleep, so too must they enter this place.” Princess Luna turned, and the world around Rarity opened up into a vast expanse of dark fields. “Tell us, how did you come to be here?”

Rarity had the grace to blush. “I, there was an accident…” She trailed off, trying to figure out how to explained death by sex to a Princess.

Luckily Princess Luna didn’t actually seem that interested. “This will be your new home,” She explained, “it will change to your will. When the time comes you will be summoned to embody the spirit of generosity for your replacement.” Seeing Rarity blink in surprise, she gave a slight smile. “Could it be that our sister did not explain to you? The power of the elements of harmony comes from those who came before, and a part of them will always exist in the element. So we ask that when you are needed, you lend your aid and spirit to saving Equestria from that which threatens her.”

Rarity stared at Princess Luna in horror.

"You mean... I'm dead?"

"In a sense, yes. But you have total freedom when you are in our domain, it is one of the privileges of being a bearer of the elements of harmony. Until you are lost to the dreams, you may do as you will. We must now attend to my duties, we will see you when the sun rises, and we are once again free."

And with that, Luna slid between the worlds, and was gone.

Rarity sat down with a thump. She considered crying, but there was no one there to watch, so it seemed pointless. What was the point of crying if there was no one to admire how her tears sparkled on her lashes?

Slowly she started to realise that something was burning. Looking down, she jumped up with a yelp. She had sat down on some strange black flowers that had attached themselves to her lady-lips and were burrowing in, leaving angry red lumps. She started screaming, and ran through the field, only to find that more black flowers were being crushed underhoof, penetrating her tender flesh.

Finally exhausted, she fell to the ground, gasping as more dark flowers violated her body. Giant welts formed, until she felt like her skin would split under the pressure. Her pain was a whip, and all she could do was lie there and feel the lash.

Time passed, in no form that Rarity could comprehend. Her mind was gone, shattered by the agony.

It was in this state that Princess Luna returned to find her. Rarity was huddled in on herself, nothing more than a quivering pile of pony.

"Rarity!" Princess Luna exclaimed, and reached out a hoof to touch Rarity's shoulder. But at her gentle contact the lesions covering Rarity burst, spraying Princess Luna with dark brown pus. The smell was horrific, and the thick pus went into her slightly ajar mouth. The taste, oh, the taste! It was the taste of decay and death, of bodies left in the forest to rot. In that globule of pus lay all the darkness of the world, all that belonged to the realm of nightmares.

In that moment, Princess Luna knew lust. She licked her lips slowly, as her world unfolded. She stared at Rarity, at the weeping sores covering her meat, and knew she had to have her.

She reached out a hoof, and pushed it against Rarity's side. More pus exploded out, running down Rarity's rump, mingling with the other open sores. The stench belched out again, and Princess Luna pushed harder, craving that dark stream. Rarity screamed, her voice distorted by pain. As she screamed, a large black lump was expelled. It was the head of one of the flowers, and it was everything Princess Luna craved. She reached her head down and, unable to stop herself, bit into the pus filled flowerhead.

It split in her mouth, spilling its evil seed onto her tongue. It tasted of piss and shit, and somehow also Rarity's purity. It was Nightmare Moon and Princess Luna, evil and good, jealousy and love. It made Princess Luna cum with the force of a sonic rainboom.

Princess Luna flipped over Rarity and stared at her slit. It was the worst affected, the flesh was blackened and distorted. Princess Luna bit into the tortured genitals. The pus that exploded into her mouth had the consistency of slightly melted ice-cream. Rarity's meat curtains flapped with the force of the expulsion.

Princess Luna drooled, her saliva streaked with brown and red. As she stared into Rarity's treasure trove, she noticed Rarity's clit. It was almost veiny, it was so distended. With infinite care Princess Luna reached down, delicately placed her teeth on either side of Rarity's clit, and bit down. Rarity's body bowed with the force of her orgasm, and as she came all the flowerheads burst out of her at once, showering them both with lumpy pus.

Princess Luna lovingly licked all the pus off Rarity, then herself. She had to stop several times to orgasm, but finally they were both physically clean. Mentally, of course, was a different matter.

"You have done us a great service, Rarity." Princess Luna said. "And for this, we will bestow upon you a gift." She reached down and touched Rarity's horn with her own. Power rushed through Rarity and she was catapulted back into Ponyville. She re-entered her corpse with such power that her body was forced out of Applejack's snatch.

Rarity came back to life with a gasp. Applejack stared at her with half-lidded eyes, satiated.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me, Sugarcube?" She drawled.

Rarity stared at her in numb horror, unable to talk. For, outside the window she saw a small, black flower.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN? Will the black flower be the same as the one from the nightmare realm? Will Rarity ever recover from her trauma? And what will I come up with to top this monstrosity? Tune in next week to find out!