My Existence, the Greatest Perversion.

How Pinkie had found so much that Rainbow Dash and Applejack had missed, no pony would ever know, but the new information had been a blessing. Notes taken by Rarity detailed various porn studios in Los Pegasus. Details included pay rates, studio demographics, hours – Rarity seemed especially insistent on doing at least six videos a day – and closeness to various homes in and around the city had been compiled. Even Twilight had been amazed by just how detailed Rarity had been in searching for her new employer.

Armed with this information, Applejack decided to head off to Los Pegasus along with Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie, while Twilight spirited off to Canterlot to consult the archives about Rarity’s condition. However, Los Pegasus was nearly a week’s travel by train, more than enough time for doubt to seep into even the most confident pony’s mind.

Applejack was proving not to be the most confident of ponies.

It was night time on their first day of travel, and Applejack should have been asleep hours ago. However, she was still in her seat, staring out the window and letting her worst fears simmer in her mind as the trees whizzed by her view.

What if we can’t convince her? Applejack wondered. What if we go there, and she pushes away? Can’t really force her to come home... Well, not to stay anyway. Sighing, she looked down at the tray on her lap, staring idly at the crumbs of her long-eaten dinner. What if she likes having free and easy food without having to hide as much? Hell, if all that crazy stuff Twi was talking about is true, Rare’s practically livin’ on a farm where she gets to eat all the produce.

“Are you all right, Applejack?”

Applejack’s head bolted upright at Fluttershy’s voice. Looking away from the window, she saw her yellow, pink-maned friend slipping into the seat next to her. “Hey there, Fluttershy,” she acknowledged her friend, trying not to sound as terrified as she was.

“You’re worried about Rarity, aren’t you?”

Applejack was never a good liar, but even she was surprised at how blunt Fluttershy was. “That obvious?” she asked.

“Yes, it rather is.” Fluttershy replied, a small smile on her face. “Not that I blame you. If Luna told me we couldn’t be together anymore, I’d be heartbroken too.”

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Applejack leaned back onto her seat. “I don’t get it,” Applejack whimpered, her voice shaking slightly. “How the hay could I have missed something like that?”

A demure little laugh escaped Fluttershy’s lips. “Well, I can see why Rarity would want to hide that,” she admitted. “Poor thing probably thinks she’s some kind of monster and is ashamed of herself.”

Applejack shook her head violently. “That’s the thing, I wouldn’t dare think of her that way!” She screwed her eyes shut, trying to keep the tears back. “I’d have done anything to keep her happy, even deal with this... disease she’s got.”

“There’s only so much you can do, though,” Fluttershy replied, gently brushing Applejack’s shoulder with a hoof. “You are a mare, after all.”

That remark earned a cringe from the orange earth pony. “There’s that.” Applejack adjusted her hat a bit to hide more of her face. The last thing her friends needed was to see her crying. “It’s just... Why even me to begin with? If she needs stallions to even live, why get so close to me to start with?” She couldn’t hide how choked up her voice was, and flinched at how weak and pathetic she sounded. “What made me so special?”

For a moment, Fluttershy looked out the window. “It does seem odd, doesn’t it?” she admitted. “You provide no sustenance to her, yet she pursued a relationship with you, devoted herself to you, even went through the trouble of hiding her condition from you.” She looked over and lifted Applejack’s hat up, getting a good look at her tear-streaked face. “Maybe you gave her something else?”

Gulping nervously, Applejack nodded. “I... I guess...” She took in another long, strained breath as she tried to rein in her sobbing. “I just... What if she’s right?”

Saying nothing, Fluttershy simply looked over at Applejack, a sweet smile on her face as she waited for her to finish.

“I mean... What if I go there, and I can’t deal with her... eatin’ as much as she needs to?” Applejack looked down at her hooves. “What if I get jealous, or angry, or say something mean to her? I don’t wanna hurt her feelings, but the thought of her being with... Other ponies, that just rips me open.”

Nodding, Fluttershy gave Applejack a gentle brush on the shoulder. “You’re afraid you’ll break her heart if you try and get her?”

Dumbly, Applejack nodded in response.

“She’s a very clean pony, you know,” Fluttershy quipped softly. “Rarity I mean.”

Snapping her eyes open, Applejack suddenly glared at Fluttershy. “Yeah?” she snapped back, a bit harsher than she would have liked, though Fluttershy didn’t seem to respond. “Every pony knows she’s clean! Damn mare’s obsessed with keeping everything neat! I love her to pieces, but that always got on my nerves.”

Showing no real kinks in the armor of her serenity, Fluttershy nodded. “Not at all the kind of pony who’d haphazardly leave a bunch of old notes about an embarrassing condition, is it?”

“No...” Wiping her eyes with a foreleg, Applejack contemplated Fluttershy’s words.

“And,” the yellow pegasus continued, “It certainly doesn’t seem like the sort of thing a pony would do if they thought her lover would reject her.”

Hearing Fluttershy’s words soothed the raging storm of doubt in Applejack’s mind. “You’re saying... She wants me to find her?”

“Part of her does, at least,” Fluttershy affirmed. “I mean, maybe she doesn’t realize it, but I’m sure that deep in her mind, she knows you’ll love her no matter what she has to do to stay alive.”

Applejack simply stared at Fluttershy, a smile creeping onto her face as she realized just how right Fluttershy was. Why would Rarity leave such an obvious trail, if she didn’t want to be found? The first positive thought she’d had since seeing that letter felt good, and Applejack was more than glad for the relief.

“I’m sure a part of you knows you’ll love her unconditionally as well,” Fluttershy continued. “We practically had to keep you from cutting to the front of the line, you were so eager to get on this train. I doubt you’d be like that if you really thought you’d not be able to accept her.”

Reaching over, Applejack wrapped Fluttershy in a tight, warm embrace. “Thanks, Fluttershy,” she said. “I needed that, you know.”

Wrapping her arms around Applejack, Fluttershy nodded softly. “Anything for a friend. Now, let’s get some sleep. It’s a long trip.”

Despite her words, Fluttershy simply held Applejack, the two friends enjoying a moment’s warmth.

–

Rarity sighed in bliss as she lay on her back, looking up at the stallion pounding relentlessly into her front pussy, rear legs splayed as she moaned out her lust.

She had been at it for hours now, filming scene after scene, movie after movie, with a seemingly endless parade of stallions, all of them packed with so much cum that Rarity hadn’t felt the pains and delirium of hunger the whole day. The director had proven impressed by both Rarity’s seemingly endless stamina and by the sheer eagerness with which she worked a shaft.

Absorbing semen through her skin had proven to make the cleanup a whole lot faster too, which was a bonus.

So here she was, an inhibitor ring on her horn while a massive, statuesque blue earth stallion with a black mane and tail thrust his huge cock into her on the hard, steel bed.

“You like it, slut?” he asked condescendingly, playing the role of a vengeful earth pony to a tee as he slapped her hard across the face with a large fore hoof.

“Y-yes, Master!” she wailed as she bucked her hips in time with the stallion’s thrusts, feeling his long, massively thick member spearing her cunt. “S-So good, Master! I love it!”

The earth pony grunted dominantly and spat right between her eyes. “I bet you do, unicorn whore!” he growled, speeding up his already powerful thrusts.

That was really the only thing she didn’t like about this job – more than a few of the movies she’d done had more than a bit of a racist overtone to them, with earth and pegasus ponies serving as the masters to unicorn slave girls. Still, she could hardly complain; as her body got used to the steady flow of semen, she stopped really caring about it after the first day. Let them slap her around, pull her hair, degrade her all they wanted, just so long as they fed her!

Suddenly pulling out, the pony stood up before her. “Turn around, bitch!” he commanded. “Let’s let everyone see just what a dirty cunt you are.”

Obediently, Rarity closed her legs and flipped onto her stomach. “Yes, Master,” she cooed delicately, leaving her face pressed against the sweat-covered slab of metal as she hiked her ass as far into the air as she could. Not even waiting, she reached back with her fore-hooves and pulled apart her ass cheeks, lifting her tail to show off her pussies. Another result of her condition, this one having proved to be a hit among all the stallions she’d been screwing since she got here. It even proved to be part of the inspiration for this latest film, as Rarity’s lines would attest to.

“I’m such a slut, Master!” she declared with firm, unwavering conviction. “Look what I did to myself with my dirty, dirty unicorn magic!” Celestia, this script is terrible, she thought to herself. Who writes this garbage?!

Still, neither party was going to deny the cameras a show. The earth pony mounted her and slipped his cock into the second pussy, letting out a groan of lust as the tight hole clenched around. “Daaamn that’s good, you cunt!” Pounding away relentlessly, he set to work fucking her other pussy, thrusting balls-deep into her with each cruel push of his hips.

Rarity cried out her pleasure as he continued to fuck her, both her pussies gushing with proof of her enjoyment. “Aaahhh!! M-Master! Please!” She continued to squeal out as she was ravaged, her body trembling beneath her partner, her ass-pussy squeezing tightly, desperate for cum.

“'Please' what, you bitch?!” He growled. “Tell every pony what you want...” He pointed to one of the cameras filming the action with one fore hoof, using the other to slap her rear end, his body laying on her so he could bite her ear.

“Y-Your cum, Master!” Rarity cried out. “I want your hot spunk inside me!” She let out a cry as his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot, missing his head by mere inches as she threw her own head back and let out an orgasmic scream. “I wanna feel ever drop in me!”

With a grunt, the earth pony complied, pumping load after load of hot, nourishing cum inside, just pouring it into her like cider from a high-pressure spigot. After a while, he pulled out and stood over her, spurting the last of his load onto her flanks and ass. “Now, what does a needy little bitch say when she gets her treat?”

“Th-thank you....” Rarity gasped, trembling both from the earth-shattering sex and sudden influx of semen.

“And.... Cut!” The director yelled just as her skin had started drawing the semen he’d sprayed her with into herself. “Damn fine job Rarity, the guys are gonna love it!” The director was, surprisingly, a pink mare by the name of Tease Sleaze, with a two-tone blue-and-white mane and tail, the former done up into two braids. The triple X on her flanks left little room to guess at her special talent. “You were pretty good as well, Steel.”

“Thanks, boss,” Steel Rod replied warmly, his voice a fair bit higher-pitched and gentler now that he wasn’t putting on a forced air about him. Quickly, he took Rarity’s inhibitor ring in his teeth and pulled it off her horn before spitting it out. “How about we all get something to eat before we get to work on the next one? Half hour, maybe?”

“Make it two hours,” Tease said. “The two of you have been filming for way longer than I expected, and I gotta check some other productions anyway.”

Tease left the room, and after a few moments to catch their breath, Rarity and Steel Rod followed, headed out of the studio on their way to the break room.

“So, why this job?” Steel Rod suddenly asked. “I mean, just because you don’t use your real name when the cameras are rolling doesn’t mean you’re not gonna be found out. I mean, you’re Rarity!”

Looking at the stallion who had just spat on, slapped and fucked her silly just now, Rarity was surprised to see that his cool blue eyes had taken on a gentle, concerned air about them. For a moment, Rarity found herself admiring his ability to ‘flip the switch’ so effortlessly between himself and his on-camera personas.

“Well, I can assure you those days are far, far behind me,” Rarity insisted. “Ponyville’s better off without me, and I’ve seen more than enough gorgeous dresses worn by the other mares on shoot that I know I’m not out of work should I desire to get back into design.”

The two of them were somewhat quiet as they entered the break room, little more than a table, some mirrors and a couple vending machines. Only when the door closed did Steel speak again. “Still, you could do anything you want! Hell, even my sis bought a few of your dresses. You make good stuff.”

Rarity cringed at the praise. She loved making dresses more than anything, and hadn’t even been doing porn for three days before missing her needle and thread and gems. Sighing, she sat down at the table and looked down at the old wood, letting out a sigh as her eyes lost focus and her voice grew dark. “There’s some things I can’t do, my friend,” she said. “Like face up to her...”

“Relationship trouble?” Steel asked as he got two sodas from one of the vending machines, bringing them to the table and sliding one over to her. “I can’t imagine there’s anything any pony could do so bad that you’d come out all the way here, especially for this.”

Shaking her head, Rarity used her magic to pop the soda can’s top before taking a sip. “Not her, me,” she replied. “There’s something about me that, if she knew, would destroy her.”

Steel was silent for a moment as he popped his soda top with his teeth, which proved to be something of a challenge. After a while, Rarity cleared her throat and popped it for him. Smiling thankfully, he took the can in his hooves and took a sip. “Thanks,” he said softly. “Anyway, I have to call bullshit on that.” He grinned softly at her. “Look, you haven’t even been here that long, and I’ve seen you help with sets, Take extra shoots when another mare was too sick, offer pizza to entire crews... Everything you can do to help.” He rested his can on the table for a moment. “I’ve never seen anyone in this business work so hard to make every pony else feel good. What could there possibly be about you that would upset any other pony?”

Rarity did all she could to suppress a chuckle. For all his bluster on camera, Steel Rod was still a naïve little colt at heart. It was actually rather adorable. “Look, I appreciate your kind words,” Rarity sighed, depressed, “but it’s a very, very long story, and I’d rather it simply be dropped.”

For his part, Steel Rod seemed completely unconvinced, the way his eyes narrowed as he heard Rarity’s words leaving little doubt of his suspicion. Still, he simply shrugged. “If you say so,” he replied. “Still, I’ll be around if you change your mind. Maybe I’ll even tell you my story too.”

“Perhaps,” Rarity mused warmly. “For now, it's good to know I've got a friend to lean on.”

Steel Rod simply nodded, smiling warmly at his co-worker and new friend.