Special Girl (or: 'Rarity's Secret')
Rarity had a secret, and the only ponies who knew were the ones who had no idea who she was.
Rarity had kept her secret exactly that for a very long time. It was something she kept hidden when she was young, even though it made her feel very afraid and alone. It was something she wondered about, as her parents had never mentioned it. She kept it from her friends at school, and from her sister. She kept it to herself until she was old enough to be her own mare, and only then had she shared it with someone.
The first time Rarity told somepony, he had stared at her, open-mouthed, like he’d seen a ghost.
An hour later, her cock was buried in his ass.
The first time had been special because it was a combination of more than just the act of sex. Anypony could fuck, as Rarity knew from experience. Her experience had only grown from that first time. But what had come with it—the unexplainable, fully realized notion that she was being who she had always been, unashamed—proud, even—to show off what she had been blessed with in full glory—that had made everything a million times better.
For the first time, somepony else had seen her face as she came. He had coaxed her into it, begging in his cute, girlish voice for Rarity to spray the insides of his ass with her cum. She obliged him with no protest.
From there, things had gotten a little hazy. Rarity felt like a door had opened. Her life became a blur for a bit—things at the boutique slowed and began to fray at the edges. Rarity spent more and more of her time on trips to the city—business trips, she called them, when her friends asked—and came back looking dirtier and sweatier each time. There was a whole night-life in Canterlot—all sorts of ponies swimming in the filthy sea of their debased energy together, swirling and mixing around each other in a wash of hormones and impulses and things they could take that let them be who they really were, or who they weren’t at all; all of it tossed together into a vat of flashing lights and multicoloured hangovers.
Rarity had lived for the first time then. She’d let herself be free. She’d shown herself openly, and ponies had accepted her. One or two had shown her how much they appreciated her honesty, and walked away from her place on the dance-floor with the evidence of their thanks dripping from their chins. They were always stallions; always slim ones, girlish, with nice manes and voices that sometimes went as high as Rarity’s.
She’d lived in other ways too. All her life, she’d want to know what it was like to be fucked. She’d coated the stall of the bathroom in her jizz, and the stallion inside her had pulled out and done the same, grunting and swearing into her ear, then kissing her with a lip bleeding from biting down too hard. He’d gnawed through the flesh, numb to the pain from a hoofful of pills or simply from the energy of the moment—but Rarity didn’t care. She kissed him back, hungrily, and felt more alive than she ever had.
This went on, until it didn’t. When Rarity discovered her second secret, everything stopped.
But it hurt. She didn’t want to give it up. Every day that passed, she ached for it. She tasted the cool metal of pins as she sewed and remember biting down on the handle of a toilet to muffle her screams. She ran her hooves over the fabric of her newest gown and remembered the soft, strokable fur of a whimpering colt as she made him cry for her, cry his own name, call himself filthy things until Rarity was done with him.
She knew she couldn’t. But she had to.
Things weren’t the same after that. It was hard to let go of the ache, of wanting to be herself as much as she had been. Things started to fray at the edges. Business faltered. The state of things began to diminish as Rarity did the same. Her friends asked “What’s wrong?”, “Are you sleeping alright?” Yes dear, I’m fine, she said with a faint red sting in her eyes.
She wasn’t alright when she wasn’t herself. When she’d given it up.
She couldn’t give it up.
Canterlot was somewhere special; the ponies there knew everything they needed to know, and accepted without asking. But Rarity knew there were other ponies too: ponies who would appreciate her.
She found one. Then another. At the foundation of her home and heart, the splinters began to show, but that was alright. She felt alive at night. When she was herself. When she found them.
Tonight was another night. The store was closed. It had been closing earlier and earlier each night. That was alright. It wasn’t what mattered.
At half past eleven, Rarity locked the door and walked to a place she knew would be private.
Rarity didn’t like to be kept waiting. Though she knew it was impolite to show her impatience, she began to tap her hoof on the cold evening ground, leaning up against the wall of the alley she had chosen.
The soft shuffle of hoofsteps at the alley’s mouth was unmistakable. Each tiny step was timid, and Rarity knew they must belong to the stallion who had wanted to meet her.
“Um,” he said from several feet away.
Rarity turned to him.
He was the spit of what she’d envisioned. Soft, autumn-leaf yellow coat. Orange mane that came down over his eyes, giving him just enough hair to hide behind. She couldn’t make out his cutie mark from here, but that didn’t matter. She’d have a good enough view of it in a moment.
“Don’t be shy, dear,” Rarity said, smiling to the other end of the alley.
The stallion—colt might be a better word—shuffled forward. His hooves dragged as he walked. When he was close enough for Rarity’s liking, she gave him a look, and he stopped, in absolute cliche, with his tail between his legs.
“You look nervous,” Rarity said, smirking.
“I, I, I... I am... a little...” The colt looked square at the ground and kicked his hoof at a few scraps of trash that were lying on the alley floor.
“There’s no need, dear. We’re both here for the same thing, are we not?”
The colt opened his mouth, then closed it. He nodded, his cheeks flushed.
Rarity’s hoof on his chin made his eyes shoot wide open, but he didn’t speak. Rarity lifted the colt’s chin up and stared him straight in the eye, despite his best attempts to look elsewhere.
“What’s your name, darling?” Rarity asked.
“It’s... Orange Blossom.”
“That’s a lovely name. It was very nice of you to come out tonight.”
“T-thank you. I mean... you, too.”
Rarity smiled.
“Really, dear, there’s no need to be nervous. This isn’t my first time around the tracks... though, I imagine I’m not far off in assuming it might be yours?”
“N-no... I’ve... I’ve done it. With a girl before, I mean.”
Rarity’s smile grew wider.
“Ah, yes, but that’s not why you’re here right now, is it?”
Orange Blossom shook his head, his eyes fixed downward.
“So why don’t you show me?”
Orange Blossom’s head perked up. His tail slid out from between his hind legs, which shook a bit.
“What do you mean?” He managed to force the stammer from his voice, but the nervousness was still in his eyes. Rarity could almost smell it on him.
“Show me you want to be here,” Rarity said. “Show me how excited you are.”
“But... do you... you’re really, though... can I...”
“Shhhh, shh shh shh. All in due time, dear. First, show me.”
Orange Blossom swallowed with a loud gulping sound. He rocked back and forth on his hooves for a few seconds, then closed his eyes and swallowed again, as though he was steeling himself for something awful. He kept his eyes close as he stood, legs shaking, and showed himself to Rarity.
Rarity clucked her tongue against her teeth.
“Not bad at all, dear.”
Orange Blossom swallowed again and opened his eyes. A cool breeze flowed through the alley, washing over his exposed lower half. His member swung gently with the breeze as it blew.
“I suppose fair’s fair then, hmm?” Rarity asked.
As the colt in front of her stood, paralyzed, Rarity mimicked his pose, standing on her hind legs and bearing her true self to the world.
The thing between Orange Blossom’s legs went from limp to stiff, like a snake rising to attention.
“Ohhh...”
The moment the moan left his lips, Orange Blossom raised his hoof to his lips to muffle it, but it was far too late by then. Rarity could feel the twitch of the colt’s shudder in his voice, and it tickled her ears like a delicious honey on her tongue.
“Mhmm, someone’s excited, are they?”
“Uh-huh.” Orange Blossom nodded. He didn’t seem interested in being shy anymore. His eyes had gone from their place on the ground to the thing he was really interested in, and he was studying Rarity’s exposed dick as though he was trying to memorize every facet of it. As he stared, a steady stream of clear liquid began to leak from the tip of his prick.
Rarity looked at the bobbing tool in front of her and licked her lips.
“Well, I suppose there’s no sense in waiting then, is there? Why don’t you get started.” Rarity beckoned with a hoof to her the speckled length of flesh hanging between her legs.
Orange Blossom blinked at her. Rarity rolled her eyes.
“Your mouth, dear. You have such a pretty mouth, so you may as well put it to good use.”
Orange Blossom hit the ground like a marathon runner, and his hooves had him to Rarity faster than she could blink. His speed kept with him as he kneeled, but then seemed to vanish as he stared, transfixed, at the shaft and balls attached to the pony he would have otherwise identified as a beautiful, natural mare from a glance in the street.
Rarity’s cock was as elegant as she was. Even flaccid, it sat perfectly between her legs, a nice, sizable length of white skin with spots along the shaft. Though she was without question well-groomed, Rarity’s balls still reeked faintly of sweat and hot sex, and she smiled to herself as she watched Orange Blossom take in a deep breath through his nose before moving forward. His lips began to tremble as he came closer to the hanging head of Rarity’s prick.
“We don’t have all day, dear,” Rarity said to him.
Orange Blossom snapped his head upwards with his eyes wide, then quickly brought it back down. He paused only for a second before moving his head forward, finally, and taking the tip of Rarity’s cock into his mouth. The instant the warm skin touched his lips, he moaned.
Rarity had been right. His mouth was so soft. They always were.
The first slurp of Orange Blossom’s tongue came with a faint sigh from overhead, though it was Orange Blossom who was making the most noise. He whimpered as he withdrew his head, letting his lips slide along Rarity’s shaft with a thin sheen of saliva left from his attention. Rarity was getting hard, and her cock raised up to Orange Blossom’s mouth as he went back in for his second taste, letting out a low ‘mmm’ as he took the whole of Rarity’s dick into his mouth. Rarity could feel the soft skin of his cheeks as she grew harder, swelling in his mouth, her head tapping against his tongue. Just like she knew he would, Orange Blossom kept his head steady as Rarity’s erection reached its fullness, even if it meant a soft gagging noise as her head poked the back of his throat.
With a small giggle, Rarity jabbed her hips forward suddenly.
That was enough to get a full-on choking sound, and Orange Blossom pulled his head back sharply, his eyes wide. As the fresh air touched his tongue, he coughed, hacking as Rarity’s cock waved at him obscenely from a few inches away. A dollop of saliva dripped from Rarity’s engorged head and onto the ground.
“Not bad at all, dear, though you should learn to suppress that gag reflex some day.”
“Sorry,” Orange Blossom said. He wiped a strand of spit from his mouth and turned his head back to Rarity’s cock.
“A little more attention underneath, if you please,” Rarity said. She gestured low with her hoof, and Orange Blossom nodded. He closed his eyes, and Rarity did the same as she felt his lips wrap around the swollen head of her cock.
He kept his mouth tight as he moved down. This time, it was Rarity who let out the moan.
“You’re very good at that,” Rarity said breathlessly, letting out a soft sigh as Orange Blossom’s lips slid the final inch to the base of Rarity’s shaft. He stayed there for a moment, rolling his tongue over Rarity’s cock, an act which Rarity met with an approving buck of her hips. This time, there was no gagging. Orange Blossom pulled his head back with a long slurping sound, and again, Rarity’s cock bobbed at him.
When he came back, he licked lightly with his tongue until he reached Rarity’s balls. He lapped over one, then the other, until both of them were coated in a light touch of saliva. Then, with a feather light application of his soft, tender lips, he kneeled lower and took Rarity’s sack into his mouth and began to suck.
“Ohh... goodness, please, a bit harder, dear...”
Orange Blossom gave a short nod and did as directed. Rarity could feel the strong tug of his mouth on each of her testicles as he moaned over them.
As the colt sucked, Rarity kicked one of her back legs against the ground, scraping it over the pavement.
“I... I think that’s enough, dear,” Rarity said. She pushed gently on Orange Blossom’s forehead with her hoof, and after a few seconds to give her balls one last lick, Orange Blossom let go with a soft ‘ah’. He smiled in a cute, nervous sort of way as he looked up at Rarity.
“Time for the main event then, hm?” she asked.
Orange Blossom stood so fast his legs almost gave out. He staggered for a moment until his brain found the means to hold himself steady. As soon as he was up and sure not to fall, he turned and waved his light-orange tail out of the way, giving Rarity a full view of his tight, puckered asshole, and the hard dick between his own legs.
“Mhm, someone’s eager,” Rarity said.
Orange Blossom nodded. A drop of precum fell from his cock and landed with a soft ‘pap’.
“Lean a little lower, dear,” Rarity said as she walked up behind Orange Blossom’s shaking body. He did exactly as asked and lowered himself, arching his back further, presenting himself like a mare in heat, ready to be mounted and fucked.
Rarity licked her lips as she positioned herself. The second her prick touched the tight backdoor entrance waiting for her to push inside, she felt it clench.
“You need to relax, dear,” Rarity said. “I know this is your first time, but things will go much smoother if you calm down.”
“Sorry... sorry...” Orange Blossom’s voice had gone from a vague nervousness to an almost debilitated whine. Every word came with a tremble of his body, so high-pitched and anxious he sounded like he might explode at any minute. Rarity swallowed the sound like a wine as she lined herself up again.
“Trust me,” she said, nudging forward a little and feeling the first little bit of her spit-lubed cock prod inside Orange Blossom’s ass. “After a little while, you’ll be right used to it.”
She pushed. With no warning, she shoved herself inside. Her dick was bigger than should have fit, but it slid inside with enough force behind it.
“—!”
Orange Blossom opened his mouth, but no words came. He moved to turn his head, then jerked it back forwards. He stared towards the end of the alley, and pounded one of his hooves against the ground.
As Rarity watched underneath him with a grin, Orange Blossom’s cock twitched, then fired a thick strand of cum right up his stomach and onto his own chin.
“Good boy,” Rarity cooed.
“Unnngh...”
The next shot fired even harder, enough that it sprayed a few feet ahead of Orange Blossom’s head, painting the alley like a bizarre piece of art. Rarity pulled back, slowly, as she felt the next few throes of orgasm accompanied by the clenching of Orange Blossom’s already unbelievably tight asshole around her shaft. She could feel his balls squeeze as the colt emptied himself onto the ground and his own stomach.
As the last spurt dripped thickly from Orange Blossom’s cock, he let out a high-pitched moan, like he was dying of pleasure.
“My my my, someone was excited,” Rarity teased. Her voice was calm as she pushed forward again, ignoring the resistance from Orange Blossom’s clenching until she was buried all the way inside his ass again.
She looked down past the colt’s side to see he was still as hard as a rock.
“Fuck,” he said in a high-pitched voice. “Fuck, fuck, oh my gosh, so, so good...”
“Mhm, I know dear.” Rarity pulled back again and rubbed over Orange Blossom’s butt with one of her hooves. She felt the colt’s whole body shake as she stroked his coat, running her hoof in circles over his tight, squeezable ass. “Just think how good it will feel once we get going.” She pushed in again. Orange Blossom let out a groan like something inside him was breaking.
“Fuck,” he said. “Can’t... can’t believe... so good...”
“Why don’t you tell me how good it makes you feel, hmm?” Rarity’s voice stayed a languid drawl as she thrust forward again, picking up a slow but steady rhythm. Her hips slammed against Orange Blossom’s ass with a soft smacking sound, and the colt bucked back at her, meeting the thickness of her cock with a whinny and more whimpering.
“So good,” Orange Blossom said. “It makes me feel s-so good...” Even when Rarity wasn’t thrusting, Orange Blossom still shook, arching his back and jerking his hips forward, searching for anything on his cock, even the touch of the soft night breeze. The cum that he had spurted all over himself dribbled from his cock, and now was joined with a fresh ooze of precum as well.
“Does it make you feel like a cute little mare, being filled up like this?”
“Yes!” Orange Blossom shouted the word and shoved his head into the ground. Rarity could see he was biting his lower lip hard, moaning in-between breaths. “It m-makes me f-feel like I’m... like I’m a s-s-slutty little whore.. getting... getting fucked... oh fuck...”
“I don’t suppose it makes you want to beg for me to cum inside you, so you can leak my cum from your tight little hole for the next day, does it?”
“Fuck, yes! Please, f-fucking cum in me, oh fuck, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum again...” Orange Blossom’s voice had gone from need to full-blown delirium. He was barely forming the words between babbling, and his voice was so high that it was hard to tell if he was really a stallion, or a mare in the same way that Rarity was.
“Hmm.” Rarity smiled and shoved herself inside so hard, Orange Blossom’s hooves shook. He skittered forward, making a line on the ground as the force of Rarity’s thrust jostled his position. “Well,” Rarity said, “I’d love to make you happy like that, if that’s what you’d like.” Rarity pulled her hoof back and spanked it hard against Orange Blossom’s ass, an act which drew a loud moan and a noticeable twitch of the colt’s cock against his stomach. Rarity could hear the slapping sound.
“I do have to tell you though,” Rarity said, pushing herself further forward, “that as I mentioned before, this isn’t my first time around the tracks.”
“Mhmm...” Orange Blossom nodded and moaned into his own mouth. His eyes were closed, locked in a faraway world that was keeping him from letting go another load onto his own stomach.
The hoof on Orange Blossom’s backside moved slowly up until it was past his tail, just onto the small of his back. Rarity smiled wider.
“I’ve been around all over the place, you know... but mostly Canterlot. A pony like me can have quite a good time there, if they’re so inclined.”
“Hmm?” Orange Blossom finally raised his head, and turned with his eyes half open in Rarity’s direction. He’d been shoved so far forward that he was barely standing now, and so could only just hold himself up as he looked back to the unicorn balls-deep in his ass.
“There are a few things most ponies know about Canterlot, of course. The nightlife is a scream, of course, no end of fun to be had... but there’s something else a few ponies know about Canterlot. Something about certain ponies around there. Ponies whom I’m afraid to say I know very well.”
The constant shaking of Orange Blossom’s hips stopped. His eyes went from half-open to fully wide. He opened his mouth, but said nothing. Rarity met his eyes with hers, the faint glow of weary red at the corners.
“You know, for all that worry, I feel mostly fine? I suppose it only takes its toll after a few years. But, I suppose you’ll be able to tell for yourself in a while.”
Rarity had another secret—one she only told who ponies who never wanted to hear it.
For the first time, Orange Blossom noticed the make of Rarity’s frame through her coat. He could see bones here, and here. He could feel the cough she was holding back.
“No,” Orange Blossom said. He moved to stand up, but Rarity pushed him forward, bearing herself over top of him until her hoof was on the back of his neck. She pressed down, hard, like a weight, and forced his face into the ground. The concrete scraped at his cheek like sandpaper.
Behind him, Rarity began to thrust again.
“It’s alright dear. You’ll hardly even notice it. I couldn’t even tell for the first few months. If you’re lucky, it’ll just feel like a dull ache after a while.”
“No... no no no...” Orange Blossom scratched against the ground with his hooves. He tried to kick, to pull himself up, but Rarity’s weight was heavy overtop of him. Her leverage was too strong, and every thrust only buried Orange Blossom further into the ground.
“Please,” he said.
“Try to... enjoy it for now... dear...” Rarity squeezed out her words between grunts. She could feel the tightness in her balls that meant she was close, that almost came when she told them. When she could feel them clench, fear heavy in their voices, trying to squeeze her out, to protect themselves. To pretend they didn’t want it.
Of course they wanted it. Rarity hadn’t at first; she had shuddered, wretched, felt the swell of sickness inside her kicking like a baby in her blood vessels—but when she lied awake for the first night, she had closed her eyes and breathed slowly, and felt calm. She felt like herself.
It would happen to all of them, in the end. She was sharing something. Sharing who she was. Who they were, and who they needed to be. It was a small kindness in an upsetting world.
“Think of it as... a present,” Rarity said. Sweat dripped from her forehead, and she wiped some of it off with a hoof, which she then wiped onto the back of Orange Blossom’s neck. “At least this way... you’ll know. You might even find... somepony else... to share it with.”
“Please!” He was crying now, tears leaking down his face like the cum that had dripped from his cock a few minutes ago, that now was limp and shrunken. He began to kick, thrashing, bucking, but ultimately squirming like a rat pinned down by a block of granite—pinned down by Rarity’s leg on the back of his neck, holding him in place with rough finesse.
“Don’t, please don’t, please, I’ll do anything, don’t—”
Rarity’s hoof caught him on the side of the face with enough force to knock him back into the dirt. The sound that rang through his skull was like a stone shattering, the smooth, circular motion of Rarity’s blow that sent a sting through his jaw. Crunching, tiny fractures. The words dropped from his tongue with the blood from his burst lip.
“That doesn’t sound like you’re enjoying yourself,” Rarity said simply. “And besides which... you did ask for it, didn’t you?”
Orange Blossom sobbed as Rarity pounded into him with increasingly jerky thrusts. Both of her hooves found a place on his sides, holding him tightly, pressing down hard enough there would surely be a mark. His fur was rough now, and thick with sweat, bleeding from his skin like an anxious film. Rarity ran her hooves through it, squeezing him like a limp beachball, savouring the passing twitches as his body begged him to move forward. But he couldn’t.
Each slam came harder. The feeling of being inside him intensified, from an organ between her legs to a thick rod of steel that was brimming with deliverance. The air was thick. Rarity leaned down and ran her tongue up the side of Orange Blossom’s ear, tasting his sweat and the vapor of his tears that leaked upwards from his eyes. He opened his mouth and a gut-wrenching cry came out, dead before he was shot.
“Shhh,” Rarity said.
She held him tightly as she began to cum. She could feel the rapid clenching of his ass, begging her without words to pull out, scrambling, desperate for anything to do to stop her. The tightness only spurred her last thrust deeper, and she groaned as she felt the first squeeze of her balls unloading a thick rope of cum into the insides of the tiny, girlish colt underneath her. Orange Blossom’s sobs turned into low whimpers as the second shot coated the inside of his ass, already enough to make obscene squishing noises as Rarity plowed out the rest of her orgasm.
It was warm. That was her favorite part. It was warm because she was alive, and it was alive too, inside her and now in him. She loved it. More than anything, even the first time, she loved this, because there was nothing like it, like sharing who she really was with somepony else. She could feel every nerve-ending in her body as she came, every sensation amplified by a million times with the hot stink of fear in her nostrils, with the fire of her musk reeking off her body at its strongest as she unloaded her gift with an all-consuming shudder. The scent of it was like a drug, like a thick cream of near-death that made her everything ache, that made her tongue loll out from her mouth, her whole mind flood with numbing euphoria, her cock ache like it was on fire as load after load of precious semen spurted out around it. Until it was so wet and hot it was like being dick-first in a furnace, and she had to pull out, leaving a few dribbles of cum on Orange Blossom’s pretty little butt as she did so. She knew he’d want to push it out, but he was clenched too tight to do it. He was too frightened to let go, and so her present remained inside.
“There,” Rarity said with a sharp breath, wiping a hoof across her brow. “Now wasn’t that something?”
Orange Blossom was mute. His sobs had dwindled into nothing. The tears still ran from his eyes, but he stared forward, unspeaking.
“Come now, dear, don’t be so dreary. If you’ll roll over, I’ll make it up to you.”
A few scraps of garbage floated away in the breeze. Orange Blossom shook, curled in on himself like child, scared and alone but with only the darkness to welcome him.
“Roll over,” Rarity said again. She prodded with one of her hooves. After a few seconds of pushing, she turned Orange Blossom over, moving his body like a limp husk. The colt held his hooves to his chest and rocked slowly back and forth. His cock was flaccid between his legs.
“I know you were close,” Rarity said, lowering her hooves to the limp thing in front of her. “Let me take care of that for you, hmm?”
Orange Blossom said nothing. His eyes stared forward, wet, with the occasional tears, as Rarity rubbed him. She let out soft little contented noises to herself as she rubbed, leering up at Orange Blossom between strokes, squishing her hooves around with the remnants of his earlier cum for lube.
As he stared, Orange Blossom’s asshole relaxed ever-so-slightly, and a stream of cum began to leak from him onto the ground.
“There we go,” Rarity said, smiling. She kept up the stroking of her hooves as Orange Blossom came, still limp. Semen coursed out of his cock weakly, sputtering down the side of his flaccid member, mixing with the wet-spots on his surrounding coat from his earlier cum and precum. Rarity jerked until the last twitch of Orange Blossom’s balls had squeezed out his final drop. She grinned at him as she pulled her hoof away, raising one to her mouth and giving it a small lick.
“You taste just like I expected, dear,” she said. “Like a cute little boy. Absolutely wonderful.”
In the soft darkness of the unlit alley, Orange Blossom began to cry again. Slowly. Weakly. Eyes closed.
Rarity stood and shook her head. She looked over the form in front of her, huddled in on itself, shaking and trembling. Cum leaked from Orange Blossom’s ass, and his own jizz coated his stomach and soft underfur like a thick soap. Tears coursed down his cheeks like a steady stream, painting them a dark, wet colour.
“Thank you for a lovely evening,” Rarity said, her voice as proper as it had ever been. “I’d ask you to keep things on the up-and-up, but...” Rarity trailed off, her grin growing wider. “Well, most ponies do prefer to keep these things a secret, don’t they?”
In the dark, Rarity left. As she walked, she held her secrets close, ready for the next pony she would share them with.
