My Existence, the Greatest Perversion.

For Secure Package, this was pure heaven! A simple earth pony who worked as a mail carrier shouldn't have found himself in this situation. He wasn't a model, just some nondescript brown-coated pony with a sandy blond mane and tail, with only the faint sweaty scent that accompanied a hard day's work separating him from the many other ponies of Ponyville. He was, in every possible way, the opposite of the pearl-white unicorn on her haunches who was eagerly slobbering on his knob.

He looked down, his trembling green eyes staring into hungry, hauntingly serene blue eyes as she looked back up at him, her gorgeously styled purple mane bobbing around as she lashed her tongue up and down along the flesh of his throbbing member. She was not only possessed of beauty rivaling the Princesses, but her skill with a cock was amazing! As her tongue effortlessly found the most sensitive patches of skin and made his cock shudder and dribble with precum, he wondered how the hell she found time to be a fashion designer and national hero. The way she played his skin flute with such practiced elegance seemed more suited to a porn star! She even knew her way around his balls, kissing and licking them in exactly the right ways to drive him even madder with lust!

He was having more and more trouble holding it in as her tongue coated his shaft in thick saliva, throaty groans escaping his clenched teeth as he pressed his fore-hooves against the sides of the box he was sitting on. He'd been friggin' deep-throated by other mares and never felt this good! “C-Celestia!” he swore, tossing his head back. “If you keep that up, I'm... Gonna blow...”

“That's what I desire, darling,” Rarity replied softly, her affected Canterlot accent only serving to add to the porn princess look. “Please... Don't hold it in. Give me every last drop.” With that, she kissed the head of his cock, licking the precum off the tip before opening her mouth. Rather than take the whole of his rod down her throat, she simply took the tip in and began to nurse on it, whimpering as her tongue tickled the flesh resting just past her sealed lips. The whole time, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a strange, desperate hunger. It wasn't the desire he'd seen in many other mares, the raunchy desire to get herself off. He couldn't quite place it, but the look in her eyes was less want and more need. It somewhat reminded him of a newborn foal at its mother's teat as it tried to stop the pained rumbling in its stomach.

Between her nursing and that look, he couldn't hold back anymore. A strangled grunt escaping his lips, Secure started pumping wads of semen into her eagerly waiting mouth. In return, he was rewarded with the sounds of her frenzied swallowing. She moaned and whimpered as she enjoyed the hot, creamy load filling her stomach. After a while, she pulled back, letting him spray the rest of it all over her face and hair. Seemingly immediately, the semen sunk into her coat and skin, giving them an ethereal radiance. How or why she would absorb semen into herself like a tree's roots would water, he had no idea, but then again, there were many things about unicorn magic that eluded him. Maybe it was some weird kink among more perverted unicorns?

Once he was done cumming, Rarity smiled at him and licked her lips. “That was quite delicious!” she exclaimed. “At least you take care of your body better than you do your appearance.” She lowered her head in thanks, “You simply must tell your friends about me so that I might service them too!”

Secure Package coughed and bit his lower lip nervously. She clearly had a lot of practice, but most mares didn't outright ask for help in finding more stallions. “Um, you sure?” he asked.

“Oh, you must not know me,” Rarity quipped dismissively, tapping the stylish curls around her face. “I'm surprised the shipping company didn't tell you ahead of time.”

Okay... Secure Package was wondering how he missed the memo about the smokin' hot nymphomaniac fashion designer. He'd have cleaned up his look a bit had he known that little detail about this route. “So,” he asked timidly, “you do this with all the delivery ponies?”

“Oh, only with the stallions, darling,” Rarity assured him as she rose to all fours. “My heart belongs to a mare, but she can't exactly sate the needs I have...”

Secure Package decided against pursuing this line of questioning, instead turning his attention to more potentially pleasant topics. “S-so, just blowjobs then?”

Rarity shook her head. “Everywhere,” she growled huskily. “My other holes get angry if I only use my mouth.”

“Um, sure... Well, how about we do some different stuff next time?” Hey, she might be crazy as all hell, but at least she was an easy, no-commitment lay, so he wasn't going to complain.

Rarity simply nodded. “Of course, darling. Just open the boutique's rear door at night when a mistletoe hangs over it. There's a key wedged between the welcome mat's layers.” She flashed him a bright smile, her shimmering teeth leaving no impression that she'd just drank several juice boxes worth of semen. “Speaking of, could you please take me home? As much as I appreciate you driving me away from town and out of my lover's sight, I do need to get back.”

He simply nodded. After the service he'd just received – not to mention the break from his route – it was the least he could do.

Rarity sighed softly and locked the door as she entered the boutique, listlessly flipping the sign on the window into the “closed” position. A half-finished design was displayed on a poniquin near the door, but she didn't feel like working on it now. It usually took half an hour after feeding to digest, during which time she was in a haze that, while pleasant, was ill-suited to the precise artistry her job demanded. She'd never done drugs, but the lazy mellowness that filled her being after a feeding reminded her of descriptions she'd read of the latest craze among club-goers. Codeine with rock candies? Honestly, it seemed as though every generation were crazier than the last.

She sighed at that thought as she made her way to the room. She was getting near the age where generations would stop mattering for her, when the magic scholars had told her so many years ago that her body would stop aging, disease would no longer matter... And when the hunger would become a burden that threatened everything that gave her life meaning. She already noticed how hard it was to stay functional now. At first, when she was young, she could go a whole week before feedings, and could get by with bottled doses. Over the years, however, as other fillies and colts were dealing with puberty, she was dealing with the pains that came with her body's increased demand. In high school, it was twice a week, than every three days when she was working her mall store, then every two days starting when she came to Ponyville, and daily when she'd met Twilight. She'd spent nearly as much time nowadays trying to find someone to feed on as she did doing all the other things that made up her life combined, and her body had long past the point where it would only accept semem fresh from the “tap.” If her latest medical appointment was any indication, her metabolism would make it bi-daily by the time she'd “matured.”

She made her way upstairs to her bed, holding back her tears. She'd worked so hard to earn her career, her friends, her life! She'd done so much so that she could have more to look forward to than her hunger pains, than sucking and fucking just to survive, but her body continued to rebel. No, she wasn't going to have a life beyond the creamy sustenance found between stallions' legs. Not if her body was going to have anything to do with it!

No, not just her body. Hell, if it was just a physical pain, like what normal ponies occasionally dealt with when hungry, she'd be able to endure short delays. No, it was the way her mind beetrayed her when she went without feeding. Her thoughts would grow focused on feeding to the exclusion of all else, her eyes gazing at anything resembling a cock, her speech turning husky and breathless, the ability to think of anything else would leave her, until she was so mad with need that she forgot who she even was. Then there was the scent of arousal that would waft from her mouth and pussies, the smell of lust filling the air around her as her brain sent the rest of her into heat and any thought other than feeding left her mind.

More and more, that was her life. Not her friends, or her designs, or her gems. She was rapidly approaching maturity, and with it, the end of every dream she'd ever had. She'd have to close the shop, get into the porn industry for a steady supply of food, and live the rest of eternity as a receptacle for stallion loads.

Worst of all, she knew would have to give up Applejack.

Now that was proof the fates were fucking with her. She'd learned from an early age that stallions didn't make her heart soar the way mares did. They weren't worthless abominations the way Rainbow Dash would insist in her exaggerated rants. Many were even great acquaintances. However, she could never get close to them the way she could with mares. She'd tried to force it many a time – her condition would at least not be as terrible if she were wed to a particularly virile source of semen every century or so – but the relationship would always fall apart. They'd be insensitive, or impatient, or nonsupporting of her work or her condition... Hell, they would sometimes be perfect, but would find themselves pushed away by her inability to properly reciprocate their love outside the bedroom. Of course, the less said about her last attempt, Prince Blueblood, the better.

Even among mares, though, Applejack was an angel. Sure, they couldn't come from more opposite backgrounds, but something about her made her feel wanted, loved, like a normal filly who didn't need to worry about anything else but what amazing adventures she and her lover would end up on. Just being around Applejack made Rarity forget that she was some magic-induced monstrosity, if only for a while.

Rarity closed her eyes as she mourned the loss of even that comfort. Even if Applejack somehow accepted the truth that Rarity had gone to such great lengths to hide from her, it wouldn't be fair to that gracious, humble, perfect farm pony, putting up with a wife who spent more time getting packed full of spunk than with her, who couldn't change her ways because she'd literally lose her mind if she tried.

No. Applejack was too good for her. As she resigned herself to her impending fate, Rarity buried her face in a pillow and began to sob. Her fate was pitiful, and the horizon would never hold hope.