The purple maned unicorn was in a state of curiosity, arousal, and most of all… generosity. Her lounge was warmly lit, fashionably designed, and with a nice soundtrack of soothing classical music diffusing through the air. On a gracious, red Chaise Lounge laid one of the most beautiful, and obviously most fabulous pony in all of Ponyville.
This gem of the country side splayed herself over the couch like chair, spreading her legs apart for the ease of where she would maneuver her hoof to next. If it weren’t for the comfort of the Chaise, she would most likely not have been in such a tranquil state to have her eyes closed so that the blue eye shadow, sparkled with glitter, would replace her just-as-hypnotizing blue iris’.
Though most of her face was relaxed, the lips of this exotic unicorn were puckered towards the air, letting out quick and quiet breaths along with the occasional moan due to the fact that her hoof was now exploring the more sensitive areas of her bodily features.
If any pony knew how to pleasure a mare, it would definitely be a mare herself. This mare was no exception. The high class Renaissance-esque den room couldn’t be any more perfect without the sweet sounds of an equally classy pony’s erotic groans to rush through the volume of air in the room, mixing itself with the old fashioned music. The combination was a mixture of wine and cheese for the ears.
But of course, there really was wine and cheese set on a table beside the unicorn who would occasionally take a few sips and bites between her resting and self induced pleasure. She was almost at the point to where anytime her younger sister, or her friends, had been busy and couldn’t have any get togethers, she had resorted to performing a new kind of private art that would benefit mostly herself, but might also give her a few ideas for a new, mature, design for a dress.
But that excuse only went so far, for her mind was in a state of minor euphoria which blocked most of her more rational thoughts. In fact, the only subject she could actually think about at that moment was how she should motion her hoof that was already sliding up the length of her slit to increase the pleasure, but not too much.
Progression was key. And with that in mind, her hoof now stayed in place within her slit, meshed between her thick nether lips, and begun to swirl in small progressively widening circles. What was once small breaths and a moan here and there, a new ambience of light, whimpers, and sharper moans had now replaced it. With the classical music still running in the background, it was as if a new, stronger “whine” had been introduced, yet the same style of cheese remained.
Being somewhat conscious of what was around her, she had realized the contrast and thus, used her magic to levitate the record out of it’s player only to be replaced with another. As the new one set in, and proceeded into its nonchalant loops, classical music filled the air yet again, this time more fast paced and even hinting a few chords that sounded a bit jazz like.
The cheese and whine were now synched back together. The close-to-perfection trance she created for herself now compelled her mind into a more out-of-body experience. So out-of-body that she didn’t even have to think with the frontal lobe of her brain to get herself to ever so slightly rotate her hoof close to the sweet spot in her nether areas. Every now and then, she would let go rub her pubic area in the same tight circles she had in her slit, but reach low enough to start bugging the hardening sweet spot that was dying for more attention.
Being the generous pony she was, her mind sufficed to its bodily pleasures. She pressed onto her clitoris with that hoof, causing her mouth to part wide and let out a slightly un-classy squeal. Though she was in her own little world, unable to be judged by any other pony, she still couldn’t help but feel a hint of embarrassment that flushed her cheeks.
It wasn’t all in all a bad thing though. The warmth residing in her cheeks added more physical pleasure to her overall mindless state. Warmth engulfed most her body by this point, mostly towards her lower areas that were burning of the physical friction of the hoof that had a mind of its own by this point. She had much potential energy building inside of her, but could only let it out by opening her eyes and looking down at her own mare hood, and then darting off to stare blankly at a fixed device in the room. Oh how she wanted to let it all out, but the chains of ration held her internal soul’s state of freedom.
After patting her sweet spot, now like a fleshy button, enough to cause those broad-y squeals to occur frequently, she took the process a step further by driving the hoof slowly into her vaginal passage. If she were to have a partner, that stallion would’ve most likely adored how her pupils minimized before she became deeply cross eyed, and then finishing with a flutter of her eyelids before throwing her head back and letting out an all out moan.
The back of her mane rested on the Chaise as she slowly began to relax again. Her eyelids were only midway down, but it was apparent that her royal blue eyes were looking up into her mind. Maybe trying to force her conscious mind to evacuate and let her universal self to find true harmony and be one with anything that is and was.
The emotions running through her were indescribable. It was as if all that could be felt by anypony, and none that could be felt by any life form, were embedding themselves within her veins and tearing away at her heart. Her brain was the body’s last defense from entering the trance that the unicorn was trying to reach in this self sexual lobotomy.
Time progressed and steps were taken further. Rather than hoofing herself faster, she skipped that step to make herself more at one with the universe around her. Her horn gave off a light blue aura as it switched tracks for a low volumed, semi fast paced, trance techno beat that would start her off in the next step of bliss.
This wasn’t her usual cheese, but she was about to bring some wine that accentuates itself from the others. Once the tracks had changed, the blue glow from her horn became a darker shade and less transparent, but definitely more sparkly. The intended desire for her magic would be unknown for anypony that would be in that room for no object had been engulfed in a magical aura that coincided with the color from her horn. But that unicorn’s soul knew exactly what she was about to do…
More sparks flew from her horn, some of them landing on her coat and singeing a bit. But that pain was bearable. Her face wasn’t scrunched up, teeth grinding, growls ensuing, and hooves grasping both sides of the Chaise with profound strength for the mere sake of having a little burn on her body. No… it was much worse. She was trying out a magical spell that strayed well away from her special talents. Somepony like Twilight Sparkle could’ve been able to cast this at ease, but seeing as she was magically gifted, this “trivial” spell would be quite a feat for the internally ravaging unicorn.
All the rumors of magical overload sped past her rational thoughts. She could care less about anything rational at that point, and thus her mind was almost completely diminished. Maybe that’s what it takes… Maybe her mind had to be obsolete for her to proceed. The questions floated through her mind, but as they did, the dark navy blue hue enveloping her horn began to lighten up. Noticing the more she thought, the less her magic worked, she began to let all common sense and book smarts leave her mind.
The music had been picked up to a fast, loud, and very neurotic tone as she got closer and closer to purposely frying her brain. Why though… She screamed aloud as she thought of that question in her mind. And to ensure she would stop thinking of questions and second guessing her actions, she unclenched her teeth and yelled to the empty, yet insanely dense room with ongoing yelps.
The “whine” definitely outweighed the cheese at this point, but the fruits of her labor will soon be worth it, for the slowly, the dark blue, almost solid magic around her horn began sliding off! It was as if her magic was a tight sock being slowly pulled off at the tip by another source of magic. The horn that was once underneath the magical sock had a very bright luster to it, as if it were just polished.
Not a minute later, the entire magical sock was removed. Her entire body which was tensed up slumped back on the Chaise as she began to breath hard and look up towards the celing with a sense of victory in her eyes. She had perspired greatly during this process, and now her fur had a damp and matted look and feel. She couldn’t help but giggle a bit at herself as she found out that she really didn’t have to kill off her mind to do what she wanted… she always such a drama queen.
None of the less, the spell she had just done did take a heavy toll of her magical and physical energy. She slowly opened her eyes to look to her left where she saw a dark blue, magically solid, long and thick, cylindrical mass floating before her with her usual light blue essence around it. She took a few deep breaths to relax and lower her heart rate before reaching a shaky hoof to the wine to her right and sipping it with a false sense of etiquette. Again, she made herself giggle as she tried to act classy still.
She laid back even more relaxed than before as her breathing and heart rate slowly made its way to a healthy state. This little rest of hers lasted several minutes, her horn glowing lightly the whole time as the magically conjured dildo floated in place while she ate her cheese. She had not noticed it, but the soundtrack had changed a while back, but rather than classical music, the natural sounds of the ocean hung in the air.
She also hadn’t noticed till that moment that the lights within the lounge were now brighter. Seems as if her magic had now been working without her actually thinking about using it. She was a bit scared at that idea at first, but though better of it. As long as that only happens when she was in these kinds of situations, it shouldn’t become any type of problem.
She found solid proof that she could control her magic when in a rationalized state for the dildo had stayed in place, bobbing up and down like every object magically picked up does, until she levitated its mass closer to her face. She was en expert at measuring, so her eye had a good sense of telling a length even without the tools of her trade. From her estimations, it had to have been 11 inches, give or take. Definitely a good fraction larger than her actual horn.
She lifted her hooves to attempt to wrap around it to test its thickness, but the two marshmallow hooves only met each other. A look of confusion and curiosity spread across the mare’s face as she continued to swipe at the dildo that seemed like it was merely an illusion. The face of confusion soon was replaced with one of disappointment as she let out a little agitated, “hmph.”
That face of disapproval stayed on her face as she stared at the large dildo, wanting it to be real so bad. But it was to no effort. She diverted her eyes back to her mare hood which had been loosened. She was sure of herself that she was not into other mares, but she couldn’t help but have her hormones wile out as she gazed upon her, “pretty pink pussy.” Her eyes were fixed on her inner lips, the hymen, that hung loose.
She bit her lower lip and formed a small smile on the corners of her mouth as she reached one hoof down to tug her lower lips as far as they could stretch out. It wasn’t necessarily physically stimulating, but the stretching feeling down there, plus her mind being in a horny state, it was a nice little foreplay. The pink lips pulled out quite a bit, maybe even more than she would have liked. The mare shook her head at the thought of herself being a whore and went back to bringing her mind to live for the moment.
Time progressed. Her cycle had set in motion again, and now it was time for her to step it up a notch. The dildo stayed floating in her peripheral vision, ‘watching’ the mare that had created it repeat her past actions without the help of it. That was until curiosity edged back into her mind and she levitated it down towards her nethers.
“Let’s see if you want to help mommy this time.” She said aloud in a suggestive manner towards the object. She figured it was inanimate magic, but maybe, just maybe it could listen. She reached her hoof out for it again only for it to pass right through it again. She sighed.
Hope wasn’t lost though. The mare brought back her smile as she ever so slightly slid the tip into herself. Her chest began to heave in anticipated excitement as she felt the magical dildos texture inside. Again, it wasn’t physically stimulating (yet), but it was the imagination and creative mind of that white coated mare that had drove her wild.
She slid it further inside, loving its physical aspects. It was hard. Rock hard. Though she liked her physical dildos to have a little flexibility, this could work too. Despite its hardness, it also had a feeling of smoothness, and… well… emptiness. The creator herself couldn’t even describe exactly what her own product of sheer ecstasy and universal magic had created.
What she could describe, is the great amount of pleasure it had inside of her. Though she couldn’t hold it with her hooves, she could tell it was quite thick if it could make her outer pussy lips spread as wide as they were when she began penetrating.
Minutes flew by, and as she slid the massive magic cock inside of herself, it seemed to have lost its hardness, and sort of melted its way to plaster perfectly inside of her. If she pulled it out, it would look straight and smooth like it had before, but when it was inside of her, it almost perfectly molded its shape to fit her.
The progression of the cheese and “whine” increased much faster this second time around. She was already on another quiet techno beat while emitting a loud moan with each thrust. Unlike the last session, this time she was actually beginning to drip. The coat surrounding the bottom of her pussy was moist and the ever sliding dildo would be glazed in a tint of her cum when it was exposed to her eyes.
She had been with many stallions in the past, and not one of them had even the slightest advantage over this thing that had protruded her so. Her beautiful blues were locked onto it, trying to relish every sense she had of the magical object before its inevitable demise. And she sure as hay isn’t going to go what she went through to conjure it up anytime soon.
But it wasn’t only the sense of touch and sight she wanted to fulfill. She leaned closer to her pounded mare hood, still moaning loudly, to smell the sweet aroma of her magic and cum fusing together. And the sounds! She began to bite her lower lip again to muffle her trifling moans so that she could hear the sloshing of her cum, the sparkling noise of the dildo alone, and mix it all in with the dirty techno beats being blasted behind her. Though it was more of her Pinkie’s style, she felt that it would do some justice in her current situation.
Faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper! With every second, the dildo began to ram into her much more vigorously then the one before it. The mare let go of her bottom lip, a little scratch on the end, and began to scream out again.
Cum was flying out between her legs, getting all over the Chaise and even the floor as the magical cock ravaged her. The screams sharpened into squeals and yet again, she was beginning to enter her euphoric state of mind. This was it. If she were an Earth pony, being one with the universe would’ve been easy. For a Pegasus, something with her wings would’ve had to be done. But as a Unicorn, her magic was what was needed to let her soul escape her organic compound of a body.
Her squeals heightened.
Her cum was spraying.
Her mind was nowhere yet everywhere.
Her life was fulfilled, yet meaningless.
Her eyes were white.
Her horn was burning light blue.
Her passage took the entire length.
Her mouth was now being penetrated by another cock that she couldn’t seem to see.
Her anus was filled with one too.
Her entire mind is indescribable to written language.
And in a matter of seconds, it was done.
The mare found herself sitting on the Chaise. She looked to her left. Nothing. She looked to the right. Cheese and wine. She looked down. Lots and lots of cum. Unhealthy amounts by her judgment. She looked straight. And there was the camera.
“Bravo! Bravo! Good job there, Rarity! You’re gonna be star! You’re gonna be a star!” Spitted an old, grimy looking stallion who was sitting behind the camera colt. His voice was raspy and hoarse, and had a Ferrarian accent. He had a jagged smile with a golden tooth, and long white hair that was balding towards the top.
“Well… why thank you.” Rarity pleaded with a weak smile. She always felt like crap when she was done with her shoots. The smile left and she looked around waiting for a pony to hand her a towel to clean herself as usual. No one came. After sitting there dumbly, she tried her best to lift herself up, but due to what had just happened only moments before, Rarity knew she could only walk several steps before toppling over.
“Service?” She asked in an obviously displeased mood.
“Service? Service! We’re not done here yet…”
“Wha~ Did you not just see what I have just put myself through!?”
“I did. And I loved it! The audience will love it! Don’t you wanna be generous?”
“I’m quite sure what I have done is enough. I have no more to give, dear.”
“Hehe… Shut it. Don’t you wanna be a star? Be popular? Any colt 18 and up will be able to gaze upon you in awe!” He said in using a very theatrical voice.
“Well… I do want to be a star, but I doubt I can provide anymore spectacles of my body today.” She argued back, not wanting to lose the job she had worked so hard for to achieve, but at the same time, not give into it. She was an independent mare with class. Rarity, unlike most who follow this career, didn’t do it out of desperation, but out of generosity. Of course none of her friends or family knew about it, but the colts around Ponyville were very familiar with her work. She had even given them a little live demo of her next tapes. But one thing she wouldn’t do, is get bossed around. But then again… she would get more popular if she did what he asked… the unicorn smacked herself again, mentally, for even thinking that way.
A crew member walked in from one of the backrooms, most likely the one that had the light switchboard, and screamed out, “Hey boss, we cleaning up or goin’ again?” The director, Boss, simply pointed towards the backroom silently. Immediately, and without question, the colt galloped back to where he came from.
“You see. We have a deadline here. And we have a wide audience that have many different desires. You’re our main girl! The one every colt knows at night when they’re alone in there room. We need ya to to fulfill as many fantasies a day as possible. This one was great. I want another.” His voice sounded as if it hurt to even open his mouth, let alone talk, but he got his message out, “Do what I ask, get loved by everypony, share your body, we won’t tell your friends or family. Simple enough.”
Rarity’s face was full of stifled anger as she stared him down. She knew he would bribe her if she ever left or didn’t agree to his terms. In the past, he had asked for some stuff she wasn’t proud of, but willing to do, but this. She didn’t want to go again! She was practically dead a several minutes ago!
“Well, seeing as you do not know how to treat a lady, I guess I’ll be on my way then.” She was able to muster up some strength out of her frustration and proceeded to stagger out of the Canterlot suite and take the train back to Ponyville. Boss laughed. And when he laughed, things got really quiet. The music that had once filled the air stood by, the small noises a pony from offset would make stopped. Everything froze as the sickening laugh tore through the mare’s ears.
He sat back on his fancy recliner and began to guffaw a bit more, wiping a tear from one of his wrinkle surrounded eyes, “You girl… you are funny. N-now… hehehe… Now please sit and listen.” He paused, waiting for Rarity to obey, but all he received from his command was a prompt nod with her eyes closed, and the sight of her flanks trotting away.
“Get back here! Or… well… that friend of yours, Applejack will get a good look at how uncouth you are.” He put out. It was almost like a knife to the ears for Rarity.
She gulped, thinking about what would happen if they found out. Oh how she would lose all their respect! She inhaled, and exhaled. Inhale and exhale. Inhale and exhale. Well… it’s going to have to be something she has to explain. It’s not the first time she chose popularity over true friendship, and hopefully they’d understand her reasoning’s this time also. After her short pause, she continued on.
Obviously, Boss wasn’t amused by her rebellious act, but might have taken things a bit too far when he let out a sharp whistle from between his cracked lips. Rarity, still on her way to the door that she came in, looked back to see why he whistled. All there was behind her was Boss smiling a snake tooth grin, and the camera colt who’s face was hidden behind the camera that was apparently still recording.
She turned back around and walked with her nose in the air and eyes closed until her small white form smacked into what felt like a brick wall. She fell to her belly, her legs spread in all angles, as she looked up to see a huge, burly stallion hovering over her. Her beautiful blue eyes were struck in fear as she realized she wasn’t getting out of here easily. She gulped, looking up at his cold, dark eyes the whole way through.
“Excuse me, darling. You happen to be in the way of the door.” She spoke with grace. How she was able to do it, she didn’t know, but she wasn’t going to be intimidated just yet.
“Get back to the Boss.” Was all the deep voiced stallion replied back with.
Rarity raised her hoof and examined it as if she had better things to do than just sit and talk with him, “Well, I don’t want to, and because my time is over, I need to get back now, so if you’d be a sweetie, can you please move over?”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“No.”
“Pretty pretty pretty please?”
“No.”
“Such a dull character.” She didn’t know what else to say, so she simply tried to squeeze beside him to the door. Before she realized it, she back on the floor, a feeling of some force, bashing her nose. Though it wasn’t immediate, the pain eventually made its way into her brain causing inevitable crying. She wasn’t loud like Pinkie Pie when she wept, but it was none of the less annoying to the ears, and definitely would make the average colt feel bad.
“Perfect!” yelled the Boss as he looked at the camera colt, “did ya get it?” He asked with the silliest smile on his face. The camera colt simply nodded as he kept the lenses steady on her face. The excess masquera that she had put on before the show was now dripping down her cheeks as she curled up.
No! She couldn’t give up that easily! The mare pulled her self back together and to stand back up to fight this stallion, but only picked one hoof up before she was kicked in the ribs. The stallion kept a straight face as he began to kick her about 4 more times. Each kick felt like a full grown tree being sling shotted right into her gut. After those four kicks, the stallion backed away again with the same stern face as before.
The room was dimly lit again, the music was back to classical, but a much more darker tone to match the wine of Rarity’s weeping. She held her hooves to her face from the camera screaming out, “Don’t look at me,” in a way that her regal accent must have slipped.
Condoning this scene before him, Boss became a bit giddy in his seat, watching Rarity tremble in fear and shame. Hoping that his hired stallion would continue on with the beating, he was a bit disappointed when all he did was go back to his post at the door. The guard was only there to prevent Rarity from escaping, the last thing he signed up for was to participate in some snuff film.
It wasn’t enough though. The fact that Rarity had lost her dignity, something she held very dear, had been lost and was even slightly crippled, still wasn’t good enough to make Boss satisfied. A few seconds of waiting, a bright idea, and a phone call later, he sat back in his chair watching the crying mare slowly touching herself for the camera.
The camera colt walked up so that the angle would be right above Rarity, lying on her side in a curled position. As the camera rolled on, she tickled herself between the legs hoping to make Boss happy in some sort of way. One thing was for sure though, once this day was over, she was done with this business for good. But like before, she needed a live-for-the-moment attitude for this shoot, and that’s exactly what she tried to put into it.
Rather than hardly patting her pussy down like before, she began to actually pleasure herself so that whatever sick pony watching her wouldn’t feel as bad. It wasn’t their fault. They don’t know what truly happened here. The company will likely edit out all the parts that indicate that this is clearly involuntary. That made her giggle a bit. A kind of sad giggle.
Rarity rolled over on her belly, hopefully changing things up from the last shoot, and getting Boss to free her faster. Her hind legs began to straighten up until she planted them firmly into the fuzzy carpet beneath her. With her plot in the air, and her cheek pressed to the floor, she looked back at the camera winking before it zoomed up to her actual plothole.
The masquera stained tears blotted most of her cheeks. She tried her best to wipe most of it off to not only clean her face a bit, but to start smearing over her flank cheeks. The camera zoomed back out to show the mare masking her flank in the black liquid. No music filled the air this time. Only a crying mare rubbing her the outer edge of her loose plot hole with her tears.
She brought up her other hoof, now balancing completely on her upper body and cheek, and spread her flanks apart to show how wide her unclenched anus can spread. From what the camera could see, her plot hole was pretty red and tender from the magic cock form earlier, along with a few drops of black tears rolling into its depths.
While the camera’s main focus was her plot, her main focus was the camera colt who, after everything he’s seen, had a nice, throbbing erection just wanting to get jacked off. Seeing that alone made Rarity feel more like a useless skank she’s being portrayed as. This drove her to shed even more tears which would only just end up turning the camera colt on even more.
The mind of Rarity was far from the euphoric feeling she had earlier. Her soul now felt helpless. Her mind found this to be the most rational thing she could comprehend at the moment. Were there any chances of escape? Not even she could think at that moment. She’d just rather start peeing down her legs.
Wasn’t she low enough? No one would judge her for performing a natural bodily function on camera after all she’s been through. And what do you know, the camera colt’s dick begins to twitch a bit out of excitement as her inner thighs now had several small streams of dyed yellow.
“Drink it.” Spoke the formerly silent camera colt. Rarity’s eyes shot open at the mere thought of doing such a heinous act. Her heart dropped a beat as she realized she might actually have to do it, but looked on the bright side of things… he’s not the Boss.
“Well ya heard him. Drink it ya slut!” Cried out Boss from his recliner.
“Oh, this just isn’t right…” She spoke softly to herself before putting her front hooves to the ground and rotating herself so that her chin laid in a small puddle of her own urine.
“Like a dog.” The quiet colt spoke again, body unmoving other than his colt hood throbbing every now and then. Rarity took a small breath, looked up to the camera with her huge blue eyes, and went back down to lap up her piss like a puppy.
The lights in the room brightened as the camera zoomed in to show Rarity lowering her muzzle and sliding her tongue over the thin layer of piss that lay above the carpet. It was only a matter of seconds until it all soaked in and all she was licking was damp carpet fuzz. The taste was foul. The smell was putrid. But it was over as quick as it started thankfully. After adjusting her jaw and letting out acking noises, she looked back up to the camera with a weak smile, “And whatever shall I do next?”
If she had ever hated herself in her past, this was far worse than that last time. As said before, she was quite the imaginative mare, and could speculate horrible things that these sickos could’ve wanted from her. Why did this have to happen to her? Why?! Well… seeking popularity has it’s cons.
“Here.” Was all he said before throwing her a pair of cutting scissors from his pocket. Her natural paranoia kicked in fast and the possibilites of what they could want her to do with that were endless! Not too mention painful. All she could do is sit and stare at the gleaming pair of blades before her. They had been one of her favorite tools in her boutique, and now her nightmare.
“Cut your mane.” And with that said, her anxiety levels dropped tremendously. Any other day, that would have been torture alone, but considering the situation she was in, it felt like a privilege. Though her face promiscuously displayed timidity to the idea, she was smiling on the inside.
Snip by snip, it was only a matter of time till she ran her hoof across a relatively flat coat behind her horn. All around her lay locks of deep purple, strewn together in by the products she used to look so fabulous all the time. She looked back up to the camera with a look seeking for the viewers approval. Even so, that couldn’t stop more tears from rolling down.
The sight of Rarity in that state provoked the colt to finally pleasure himself. He locked the camera’s swivel on the tripod, angled to where Rarity’s face consisted of the whole screen. He stepped back and began to wank his cock rapidly, instantly letting out a deep moan. He was on his hindlegs for a while before finally dropping to his fours and looking Rarity in the face with his own, emotionless eyes.
With three hooves planted on the ground, and his other obviously pleasuring himself, he stood there with a look of dumbfounded pleasure. She couldn’t tell if he was a robot, or just not all the way up there, for he lacked something in his character of being a pony. Well, it wouldn’t be surprising if he was in this occupation, which he was obviously.
Rarity stared back into his eyes, wondering if he would do anything to her. And with the look on his face, he looks like somepony that wouldn’t understand what a mare actually likes or not… probably explains why he’s just a camera colt.
“Stay right there.” he commanded with a quiver in his voice.
Oh Celestia…
The colt stopped wanking himself, and trotted up to her with a little smile on his face. The kind of smile you would see on an inbred hick pony. Rarity closed her eyes, not wanting to see what would become of her next. His smile grew wider before he stood back up on his hind legs, jacked off a little more, and then began to sprinkle golden showers over her face.
Rarity began to cough and gag as the smell of a very unhealthy urinating stench clogged her nose. The colt was laughing stupidly as he began to jack off while draining himself over the poor mare.
“Open dat purdy lil mouth of yers.” He spoke jovially, waiting for her to comply.
Rarity lifted her head quickly, opening her mouth during the process, and began to take in his stream. She tried keeping her throat closed to block any of it getting in her system, but that only caused the back of her throat to fill up and gag her wind pipe. Her yellow stained face began to take a shade of blue as he was taking a mighty long time to finish. To respond to this, her nervous system did what it had to and let her throat swallow the urine that had filled the cavity of her mouth.
Because of the great volume, a good amount went its way into her trachea, causing her to lower her head again and cough it all up. The colt continued to piss on her head where the mane that she went through so much drudgery to keep spiffy and beautiful, was now a slight line of purple fuzz.
Rarity had begun to cry audibly again, but soon shut up by the colt’s cock stuffing its way into her mouth. It was so sudden and unexpected that the unicorn gagged again, this time letting out some of her stomach’s contents on the dick within her oral passages. Though she gagged, his dick wasn’t very prominent in size, so it thankfully didn’t cause her to belch a second time. Wait…
She didn’t know why, or want to know, but his dick tasted quite horrid. As many times she’s given blowjobs, to get put on the bottom of her list, that is quite a low standard. She gagged again for his taste was so vile, she couldn’t help but actual puke a little on the inside of her throat.
Once she felt the burning of her stomach acid in the back of her throat, she pulled out and began to cower away from the colt, teary eyed and hiccupping. The colt grinned again before turning around to adjust the camera to face Rarity again. He fell back to his fours and walked up to the coughing mare who was making slight burping noises.
“Stay… away… filthy mongrel!” She snapped at him, still scurrying backwards. She was on her rump, using her front hooves to pull herself away inch by inch each time the colt would take a step closer to her.
“Come back. Yer outta the shot.” He ordered planting his hooves in place. Rarity swallowed hard before shaking her head quickly. Figuring she would do that, the colt looked over to the guard by the door and back to her. It only took a few seconds of rationalizing her situation did she realize that it would probably be best to come back to him. There might be a way to escape in the light room…
She was gagged again when she turned her head away from the guard. Whether this was on camera or not, it was still horrible, and the taste of his cock only made her gags deeper. So deep in fact, that once she had enough and he took his small length out of her, she puked on the floor.
The colt came over her face while she was still in the process of puking and walked back to his camera, satisfied as can be. Rarity felt like dying. When she had looked up, Boss was there making sure the camera caught all of it. And to think that they were going to edit this to make it look like she wanted all of this on her. Life was worthless now. Her entire image, something she held true and dear, was ruined.
Boss slowly trotted up to Rarity with a serious expression across his face. He stopped just before her puke and looked down at her body that lay in the puddle of her bile, “Are you ready to become popular yet? Because… we haven’t even started. I called my boss earlier and now he wants you to become a full fledged show girl. Only for the best stallions. In fact, we got a few waiting to see you right now. Think you’re ready for a few high paying stallions just wanting that classy pussy of yours? Well, ya are.” He said about to pat her cheek before catching himself, thinking better of it.
He walked off to the lights room, leaving Rarity, the camera colt, and the guard there alone. Nothing happened, and the last thing Rarity wanted to do was play for the camera anymore. She had had enough. Rarity crawled her way back to the Chaise Lounge covered in her cum from earlier to lay down and hopefully get some sleep. Whatever they would do to her, at least she would be asleep and not have to let her self consciousness depreciate her self anymore than she already has.
Minutes passed, and her body was finally starting to relax to the almost surreal aura transcending from the room. All of the questions she had begun asking herself through this ordeal, such as if this was even really happening, or why her, all began to float from her mind as she let immediate peace and serenity replace it until whatever’s left of her innocence is taken.
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Rarity, in a haze, began to trot through an open field of grass, flowers, butterflies, and pretty much anything Fluttershy would deem beautiful. Even in her contorted state of mind, she was quite sure this was all a dream, yet every step felt so real. The grass beneath her hooves would tickle her, and as she picked her hoof up, they would leave a glowing purple print. The sky, bluer than she had ever seen it, seemed to be moving as the clouds stayed in a stationary position. Pollen acted as a fog over long distances, but a tree line was still visible, if barely, on the horizon.
Step by step, this slice of exotic flora heaven began to distort more and more. A few yards in and she could’ve sworn she heard the green grass calling her. Every word she muttered to reply to it seemed to squeeze from her throat and float into the yellow-greenish air in such a cartoonish fashion. She could hear colors, and see sounds.
If Rarity had ever seen any of this in what she thought was real life, she would’ve absolutely begin to lose her sanity, but assuming she was in her own, pure, beautiful mindscape, the thought of danger and caution was devoid from her vocabulary. The treeline grew closer and the grainy mist began to become more transparent. Looking up, the sky had began to tear as if it were fabric being ripped apart. The rips would be green, but just as quickly as those streak appeared, they flowed like 2 different bases stirred together spirally in a soup. Soon enough, her chin smacked into a twig hanging out of the forest. With a little yelp, and a rubbing, though it hadn’t hurt at all, she looked back to see that the yellowish fog had thickened tremendously. The sky had finally mixed itself to be the same hue of the fog, and thus, by the forces of this nature, she must move on into the forest.
Rarity seemed to have been starting to hover over the ground, floating between the trees strangely covered in orange snow, yet it was warm and humid in the air. Looking up again, the sky was pure white with a few shades of grey to make sure there is some depth, and not just empty space. Atleast that’s what she thought. Over time, the streaks of grey spread like a rash through the pale skin of the embodying mass above her and the forest.
It grew darker, and the trees began to crawl away to the side as her floating kept constantly going strait forward. Snow melted into a syrupy fluid which soon went ankle deep for as far as she could see. Critters suffered before drowning. It began to rain. Closing her eyes to try to block out the sights before she began to feel her lips dry, her throat burn, her stomach rumble, her eyes sting.
Lifting her head to take sips of the rain, her thirst quenched by the liquid iron. Once her eyes felt cleansed enough, she peeked her eyes open hoping for things to look better. Well… it was. Sort of. Before her lay a cliff edge that lead to a pitch black abyss as f she had reached the edge of the world. With no time to react, half a second passed before she tumbled down the crimson waterfall into the blackness.
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Loud techno music filled the air in her wake. Vibrations of the bass beneath her also contributed to the rushing feeling of waking up scared. She blinked slowly a good few times before things started coming back to her. With a quick rub of her eyes, she looked around the room to notice that the camera colt was missing, yet the guard was still in place. Other than him, the room was empty, along as seeming a tad bit darker.
The guard, face unfaltered, lifted his hoof to press against his ear before saying, “She’s awake.” Hardly a minute went by before she heard a door open in the lights room, the techno music sounding less muffled, and soon closing again. Around the corner came 3 fancily clothed stallions, each conversing in small talk. As they walked closer into the room, they found Rarity lying on her Chaise, staring at them with beading eyes.
“What the f*ck is this? I didn’t pay that many bits for trash!” One of them shouted behind him, probably towards someone still behind the opening to the lights room. The others began to speak their minds too, all of their comments not differing too much from one another. Their snide bickering soon died down as another stallion walked in. Fancy Pants.
Rarity instantly recognized one of her idols and didn’t hesitate to hide her face between her hooves. The original 3 stepped to the side as Fancy Pants made his way towards the cowering mare that reeked. As he got closer, he huffed out a moan of discontent. Her odor, mane, and composure disgusted him. “I do say, what is your name and where have you come from, wretch?” He asked cynically, with a polite overtone.
Rarity answered with an anxious, low pitched ‘eep’.
“F*ckin sh*t. Lets just give her to the dogs. A pussy like that is hardly suitable for anypony in his right mind.” One of the gentlemen in the background said. The other 2 snickered while Fancy kept his gaze at the unicorn.
“I do suggest you answer my questions.” He warned.
There was hardly anything he could do which could top what had besieged unto her, but she figured that with their former friendship, he would go easy on her. She reluctantly lifted her head to meet his eyes, and spoke shakily, “I-I am… Rarity Belle… I’m from… from Ponyville. We have met bef-”
“Yes. Yes. I remember you. You’ve really let yourself go since we last met. How sad… Maybe if you would’ve stayed in Canterlot, you wouldn’t be in this situation.” He spoke to her quietly, putting a hoof around her shoulder politely. He spun his head back towards his groupies, “It’s alright boys. She’ll be your appetizer. Fleur will be ready in my hotel room…”
And with that, he walked back towards the light room, without a single glance back. Being the appetizer she was, the other 3 greedily came onto her, and had their ways with the apathetic cum dumpster. After many positions, stuffed holes, heart tearing insults; and the cum in which netted around her face, plot, mare hood, and belly; 2 and a half hours passed before she was all alone with the guard. She began falling back to sleep before she noticed the guard nod slightly towards her in a respective manner. Or was it apologetic. Whatever it was, it gave her some sense of being before delving into the peace of her dreams.
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SPLASH! The unicorn awoke with her face planted in cold, damp mud. Rain pecked at her back. Water seeped down into the ditch she jolted up in. Adrenaline pumped through her as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She spun around to see a white van-like carriage with its door wide open, and a silhouette of a petite pony. The mysterious pony leaned forward to reveal her faded neon green coat, and unnecessary sunglasses.
“Be back here tomorrow at 8 o’ clock in the morning,” She commanded sternly before losing her tough girl act and forming a small grin, “If not… just remember I have my eye on you.” She pulled down her sunglasses so that it was clear her left eye was gone. The tuxedo clad mare slipped back into the carriage as its door slid shut and rode off down the street.
She looked around to confirm that she was still in Canterlot. Rain was pouring softly, and a few unicorns off in the distance, under their umbrellas of course, gave Rarity dirty looks. She could care less at this point. With the corner of her eye, she saw the carriage stop. Hoping it wouldn’t turn back she glanced towards it only to see that it opened its door in front of a bench. A bench occupied by a familiar blue mare with a purple cape and magicians hat. That pony looked over towards Rarity with a look so depressing and hopeless, words couldn’t… heck, nothing could describe it. Rarity also figured it was probably the only time she’ll ever be looked at without some sort of repugnance. And in went the blue unicorn.
