She Nose

by Siniy

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Comedy, Rarity, Sex, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2324

Rarity gets a cold. Applejack reveals an unknown side of herself.

When Rarity gets sick, Applejack comes to visit and decides to show Rarity a side of herself she normally keeps hidden.

Disgust ensues.

Published 2013-07-04 17:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-27 07:56:32 UTC

She Rose

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.

~

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!

No-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.

--

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!