Chapters 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.
My Existence, the Greatest Perversion.
Dearest Applejack,
Since I came to Ponyville, we've had many adventures. University, making a name four ourselves, our first date, our first kiss... There's just too many to count, much less name in this simple letter. Out of all that, however, my most treasured memory is of when we confessed our love for one another.
You may not think it, but for all our differences, I couldn't even begin to think of what my life wouldn't have been like without you. You have become the piece that completes me, helping me stay grounded when I'd lost my way and giving me sight where I was blinded by my petty troubles. Your strength has been my foundation through so many crises. I honestly don't think I could have become the mare I am without your love.
It is precisely for this reason, that I must say goodbye.
I suppose “it's not you, it's me” would seem both cliché and insincere, but in this case, it's very much true. I've been hiding things from you, things that you would probably find disgusting beyond measure. That has proven to be painful enough, but lately, it's become harder and harder to hide these things from you. I know that I'm being dreadfully vague, but I honestly don't know what to say. All I know is that, as things are, I'll break your heart if this keeps up. Thus, for your sake, I've decided to leave Ponyville. By the time you read this, the boutique will have been closed and I'll be well out of town. I'd hoped to say goodbye personally, but I lack the courage to look you in the eye and say these things to the only pony I'll ever love. All I ask is that you do not look for me.
Know that I'll love and treasure you always.
Rarity.
A deafening crunch filled the air as Applejack bucked the door off its hinges and stormed into the former Carousel Boutique. True to the Rarity's letter, the place was a shadow of its former self. The poniquins were gone, as were any fabric or furniture, anything that suggested that this had been a home or place of business. Only a few scraps of paper littered the ground, hastily scribbled notes and faded, old pages that were barely legible.
In a remarkable show of restraint, Rainbow Dash decided against her normal entry method of crashing through a window, instead simply walking through the busted doorway. “You know, Applejack,” she began, “this is still breaking and entering. I'm sure the real estate company isn't going to like having to replace that door.”
“The real estate company can stuff it!” Applejack spat in response, picking up all the papers with her teeth. “You gonna help, or just sit there lookin' stupid?”
Shrugging, Rainbow Dash started putting her teeth and wings to use, gathering the various notes and scraps of paper. Crazy as this was, Applejack was her friend, and she wasn't going to let her friend suffer alone. That , Rainbow admitted, and I want a piece o f Rarity for doing this to her!
The two of them spent the better part of the afternoon picking up notes and other papers, until they'd collected a fairly large pile that could, hopefully, provide a clue as to just why the hay Rarity had run off and, more importantly, where.
“I think that's all of them,” Rainbow quipped. “I say we get these to Twilight, see if she can help.”
Looking at one of the papers, Applejack went cross-eyed. There sure were a lot of big, fancy words she didn't recognize here. “Yeah,” she agreed, “This here looks more like Twilight's speed.”
The two of them left, not bothering to cover the opening where the door had been, leaving the place in silence. After a few blessed moments of silence, a puffy-maned pink pony appeared in a puff of powdered sugar, her body concealed in a black jumpsuit, her belt sporting throwing kunai knives made out of squeaky plastic.
“Okay,” she whispered, “It's ninja Pinkie time!” The strumming of a koto filled the air, causing Pinkie to look around for a moment in confusion. Where did that even come from?
The library was locked up tight, a rare thing for a Wednesday before the moon had taken hold of the sky, while four ponies pored through the papers Applejack and Rainbow had picked up.
“I'm not entirely sure this, um, tells us where Rarity went,” Fluttershy said as she looked at one of the papers. “A lot of this is pretty mundane.”
“Yeah, I gotta agree,” Twilight concurred. “There's some dress order info, a few medical reports, nothing huge. Lots of talk about taking doses, but nothing to say why she'd leave...” Frustrated, Twilight stretched out her wings and let out a yawn. “... Or for that matter, what she's supposed to be taking doses of.”
Applejack and Rainbow were looking at their papers, the two of them seemingly competing to see who could look the most confused. The rainbow-maned speedster was the first to open her mouth. “I don't get it,” she said absently as she started at an especially old-looking piece of paper.
“Get what?” Fluttershy asked sweetly.
Passing the other pegasus the paper that she'd been looking at, Rainbow let out an exasperated huff. “What's that say?”
Looking at the paper, a blush immediately flared up on Fluttershy's cheeks. “Oh dear,” she whispered. “I didn't know that as even a thing...”
“What was a thing?” Applejack asked, suddenly looking up from her paper and staring at the shy yellow pegasus.
“Well, um... sp... sp...” True to form, Fluttershy was having difficulty speaking as the eyes of every mare in the room were turned on her.
Eventually, some mercy was shown to the timid member of the group, and Twilight used her magic to snatch the paper from her. Looking it over, Twilight shared her friend's blush, though she managed to get the word out more easily. “Spermavore?” Every pony started dumbly at Twilight as the princess took on a suddenly contemplative look. “That's funny,” she continued, more to herself than to the rest of the assembled ponies, “this condition doesn't even exist in nature, and turning a mare into one for any reason has been a crime since Princesses Celestia and Luna first rose to power... Why would she be...?”
“So, what's this got to do with Rarity?” Rainbow asked curiously. “I mean, why would that even be on a bunch of notes in her house?”
Her attention snapped back to the world around her, Twilight up at her prismatic friend, her lips pursed into a tight frown. “Well,” Twlight responded. “If this paper is to be believed, Rarity's a spermavore. Doesn't make sense, though, she's not exactly a cock-hound...”
Silence filled the room once again as the other ponies took that information in. By the time Applejack spoke, it was easily possible to hear a pin drop. “Now wait up, I've got a good idea what they mean by 'sperma,'” she said, “but what's 'vore' mean?”
Twilight gulped as the rest of the room turned its attention to her once more. “Well, put simply,” Twilight said, very poignantly not looking at Applejack, “It means Rarity can only gain nutrition by... semen...”
Immediately, Applejack sprung up to all fours. “Now hold on!” she protested. “I dunno what you're trying to say about Rarity, but I know she'd never cheat on me!”
“Yeah, I gotta go with Applejack on this one,” Rainbow Dash chimed in. “If Rarity needed semen to survive, why would she eat normal food? Wouldn't that hurt her?” Rainbow simply shuddered at the idea, thankful that it wasn't her they were talking about.
Suddenly sympathizing with Fluttershy's timidness, Twilight bit her lip and looked down from those piercing green eyes. “W-well, I wouldn't call simply trying to stay alive a form of cheating, and it wouldn't be too hard to eat in public as a cover, since it would just be regurgitated a few minutes later when the body rejected it.” Her gaze hardened a bit as it settled on Rainbow Dash. “And you've been reading the fillies' vampony stories, have you?”
“N-Never mind that!” Rainbow Dash stuttered, looking for anything to distract from being exposed as liking sappy vampony stories for fillies.
“Still, I can't see it,” Applejack insisted. “Where would she even find the time between hangin' out with us, spendin' time with me and her job?”
It was at that point that an explosion rocked the room, a cloud of powdered sugar obscuring every pony's vision and leaving them all coughing uncontrollably.
“P-Pinkie!” Rainbow Dash cried out through her coughs. “I swear, that's the last time I take you to a ninja movie marathon!”
Ignoring her marefriend's protests, Pinkie Pie tossed a collated stack of notes wrapped in twine at Applejack. “Come on, girls, we gotta go!” she shouted, demonstrating equal parts panic and a complete and utter inability to use an indoor voice. “Rarity's going to start doing porn if we don't stop her!” The hurried strumming of a koto accompanied Pinkie's sudden declaration. “.... And that weird noise keeps following me.”
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.
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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.
My Existence, the Greatest Perversion.
Contrary to popular belief, Princess Twilight Sparkle couldn’t read books forever.
Oh, reading was her favorite hobby. A good book and a nice cup of tea or mug of hot chocolate and she was golden most days.
However, there was a special sort of frustration that came with looking through book after book for days on end and not finding the one bit of information she was looking for that could make even the most ardent of bookworms swear the damned things off forever.
That was Twilight’s present predicament.
To her left, three stacks of books, all read, nearly reaching to the ceiling of her old Canterlot abode – which hadn’t been taken up by a new pony, to Twilight’s surprise – and to her right, three stacks of books she’d yet to read, also nearly reaching to the ceiling. Twilight had been surprised beyond measure that there were no books specifically on the subject on spermavores, but that didn’t stop her from going through every tome on monsters, Equestrian lore, black magics, and all other subjects even peripherally related to the topic. What little she could find was that they were related in some ways to vamponies and succubi, products of wicked sorcery and demonic ritual, and that mares who had been changed had their entire internal structure changed dramatically to accommodate their new thirst.
That was it. Thousands upon thousands of books, days poring through line after line of ancient text, and all the information she could find on spermavores amounted to one sentence that she already knew. It was enough to make a pony scream. And so, that’s what Twilight did. Unfortunately, she still hadn’t quite mastered screaming in her new ailicorn body. The stacks of books shook violently from the sheer force of the Royal Canterlot Voice, the fine porcelain that had held her lunch cracked, and even the enchanted panoramic glass before her started to vibrate threateningly.
Still, that was at least somewhat cathartic. Frustrated, Twilight closed her latest completed book and started a fourth “read” stack. Looking at all the books she’d read, then all the books she needed to get through, Twilight came to a conclusion that, while perfectly acceptable from other ponies, sounded odd coming from Twilight Sparkle’s lips. “I need a break,” she groused, blinking several times to soothe her dry eyes.
“You do.”
Twilight suddenly shot upright, looking toward the entrance. There stood Princess Celestia, looking at her with a soft frown and a tremble in her eyes. “You’ve been at it for days without rest, Twilight,” Celestia softly admonished her beloved. “You can’t continue to push yourself this hard.”
“But I have to!” Twilight protested, willing tired, sore legs to walk around the book stacks and toward Celestia. “I have to find something that’ll help Rarity.”
The Princess of the Day raised an eyebrow, then folded her legs to look at Twilight at eye level. “Rarity?” she asked. “What’s wrong with her?”
“She’s gone!” Twilight cried. “She just up and left last week. Said nothing to any of us, just sent Applejack a farewell letter and vanished.”
“Why would she do that?” Also contrary to popular belief, Princess Celestia couldn’t retain perfect composure at all times. She wasn’t in hysterics like Twilight, but the tight frown and narrowing of her eyes told of worry matching the rest of Twilight’s friends. “She’s not been failing at her business, has she?”
Twilight simply shook her head. “No, that’s not it at all,” she said. “She’s got some sort of condition, and I’m trying to find something that can help her while the others try to get her home.”
Celestia sighed, looking down at the floor. “So, they weren’t able to contain it.”
“Wait...” Twilight blinked at her a few times in surprise. “You know about it?”
“Her being a spermavore, yes,” Celestia admitted, looking up to her student again. “I had commissioned a group of clerics look into Rarity’s condition as soon as she was turned... But they never had good news for me about the treatments, even after she moved here...”
Again, Twilight was flabbergasted. “How long has she been a spermavore!?” the purple pony asked, wide-eyed in shock.
“Since about a week after she’d gotten her cutie mark, from what I understand,” Celestia replied darkly. “If you’ll allow me a moment to tell you what happened, at least as I understand it...”
–
Rarity pranced gaily on her way to class. Still elated at her new cutie mark, a smile nearly the width of her face greeted every pony she passed by, most of whom congratulated her on her finally reaching that sacred moment of marehood.
Of course, even a week after her special day and her resulting Cuteceñera, she had to deal with bullies. One of which she was passing by right at that moment.
“Hey, look, it’s the diamond diva!” A young brown unicorn stallion with a black mane and tail sneered at the newly marked mare as he leaned against a wall.. “So what now, ‘darling’? Going to go work in a diamond mine?” He patted the imposing-looking wand on his flank, a large crimson orb atop it. “Too bad you couldn’t get a cool cutie mark like me!”
“Hmph!” Rarity tossed her delicately styled hair as she turned her face away from the brute, not even losing a hint of the spring in her step as she walked by. “Hardly, my dear Crimson Scepter!” she replied. “I’m going to make the most beautiful dresses in Equestria!”
Crimson snickered at Rarity and let out a chuckle. “Really, who’d want something made from a frigid little pony like you?”
**That * set Rarity off. “Frigid!?” She stopped in her tracks and spun around to meet the bully head-on. “Just because I won’t reduce myself to your base level doesn’t make me frigid! As if any lady would ever lower her standards as to date smelly brutes with nothing better to do than harass students in the hall!”*
“Lady...” Crimson nodded, a wry smile on his face as he rolled the word on his tongue as if trying to discern its taste. “We’ll see about ‘lady’ soon enough...”
At that, Rarity felt something hard smack her in the back of the head. The last thing she saw before passing out was Crimson nodding to whoever it was that had attacked her.
–
Rarity awoke to a dark, cold, foreign room of unpainted red bricks, her horn adorned by a large, golden inhibitor ring which was itself adorned with a sparkling diamond, her legs chained to a cold, steel slab, lewdly displaying her unmentionables to the four stallions room. Even in the dim candlelight, she could make out her four captors quite easily. She recognized them all from school; rather boorish characters who had spent the last couple of years alternating between trying to have sex with her and harassing her about her about her love of high fashion and whatever other sore spot they could find, but all especially adept in the magical arts.
In front of her was Crimson Scepter, looming over her with a maniacal grin on his face. To his left was Emerald Blade, a dark green unicorn stallion with a lighter green mane and tail, sporting a halberd for a cutie mark. To his right were a pair of red unicorn stallions, one with a white mane and tail, and the other with a matching black, called White Hat and Black Hat respectively, both sporting pointy wizard hats for cutie marks.
“Rise and shine,” Crimson growled softly. “Rise and shine.”
Rarity gulped as she looked at the four, who were now circling her with malice in their eyes, Crimson at the front of the slab, staring directly at Rarity’s pussy with a hard, cold gaze. “What is the meaning of this!?” she shouted indignantly. “You let me go this instant, you ruffians !”
The brothers Hat snickered, while Emerald reached over to make sure the inhibitor ring was secure. Crimson remained still, levitating a book over to him and turning over the pages. “By the time we’re done with you,” he declared, “You won’t be able to keep your hooves off us...”
Rarity huffed at that. “Hardly!” Even trembling in fear, Rarity maintained a stiff upper lip and a hard, defiant stare. “Even if you lot were the last ponies in the world, I’d never touch you!”
“Let’s see about that....” As Crimson spoke, he passed around the book to the other three, all of them taking turns looking at whatever it was Crimson had brought to their attention. “You guys have memorized the spell, yes?”
“Of course,” Emerald replied. “Like I’d ever mess up my chance at putting this snooty bitch in her place!” The other two grunted in the affirmative as well, nodding their readiness at Crimson.
Satisfied with his friends’ responses, Crimson nodded slowly. “Very well, then,” he said. “Let’s begin.”
The light of four horns joined the dim candlelight as the four stallions started to pool their magical energies. Even knowing how gifted they were, Rarity gulped nervously as she felt the oppressive force of their magical energy put together. Her bluster quickly fading, she bit her lower lip and started to struggle against the chains. Feebly, she tried to summon her own magic, but the inhibitor ring did its job, rendering her magic completely inert. The fear inside her began to build, morphing into panic as her heart began to thump wildly in her chest. She opened her mouth to scream, but could scarcely make a sound over her own hyperventilation.
Then came the chanting. It wasn’t in Equestrian, of that much she was certain. Part of her was convinced it wasn’t of anything any pony would recognize, all sharp syllables and throaty grunts, the sort of language that might be found in the very depths of Tartarus, spoken among monsters as they schemed their wicked endeavors. Eventually, the magic of the four stallions formed itself into a giant, sphere of energy, strange runes shining in the orb as the chanting continued. Again, Rarity tried to scream, and again, her body betrayed her.
The ball lowered itself toward her, and she continued to struggle wildly against the metal bonds. They would not yield even slightly, keeping her firmly in place as the energy drew closer.
Then, it enveloped her, and the pain came. Rarity had never been one to take pain very will, but this, she was convinced, would break even the strongest ponies. Fire burned inside of her, organs and blood vessels pulled from their moorings, shifting around as would a litter of kittens trying to find a comfortable sleeping spot. She could feel some of them coming together, and others still being burned to nothingness inside her, as though swept aside by the cruel, unseen sculptor reshaping her just beneath the skin.
The pain still remained, strong as ever, as she passed out, and for a moment, she was convinced she would never awaken. What little part of her that could still think wondered if waking up would be worse.
–
The mare awoke, starving and dizzy, in a strange, dimly lit room, surrounded by four stallions. Four horny stallions packed with seed, if her nose was right. She sat upright and looked around, noticing the hard cocks they were all sporting. One of them approached her, a brown unicorn with a black mane and tail.
“Now, Rarity,” he said firmly. “Get on the floor.”
Rarity? Was her name Rarity? She couldn’t remember that name... She couldn’t remember anything. Her mind was blank, save for the burning desire to feed. Was this her first time? Her fiftieth? She didn’t know. All she knew was that one of the stallions told her to get on the floor. Maybe if she did what she was told, they’d let her feed on them. Sliding off the metal slab and onto the cool brick floor, she sauntered over to the one that had commanded her, her tail up in the air to show herself off to the others.
“Looks like it worked, Crimson!” another of them said. “An extra cunt instead of an asshole, just like the book said.”
The brown stallion licked his lips at those words. “Good.” He then looked at the mare with a gaze that spoke of its own hunger. “And it looks like you’re nice and obedient now, slut. Spread your legs. All four of them. As wide as you can while still standing.”
She did as she was told, and saw another of the stallions, a red unicorn with a white mane, slide underneath her, careful not to kick her legs out from under her with his own. It was then that she felt it – a cock, entering one of her pussies. It was hard, long and thick, pulsating with life-giving seed. She barely had enough time to get used to the fullness when the other red stallion mounted her from above and shoved his length down her other pussy. She let out a throaty moan of pure delight. The two cocks inside her were pulsating, throbbing with life, just ready to pump her full of what her body desperately needed.
In front of her, the green and brown stallions looked at the spectacle before them, both of them smirking triumphantly.
“Not a lot of room for us to get in there,” the green one said.
“No, but what’s the rush?” his brown friend replied, his grin nearly as wide as his face. “She’s going to be in a frenzy for a while. I say we have turns fucking the bitch.” He licked his lips and stared intently as the tangled trio of ponies. “Besides, watching can be fun too.”
The two that weren’t in on the action yet simply found a place to sit, watching intently as the two red stallions began to pump their cocks in and out of the mare’s sopping wet, greedy pussies. Her moans filled the air as the two of them rammed their dicks balls-deep inside her hungry body, her eyes fluttering violently with each heavenly penetration. As they took her, the mare bucked her hips back and forth wildly, squealing her delight as she was ravaged by the two powerful stallions. They’d kept at it for a while, grunting and groaning their lust as they drove into her as they fucked her relentlessly. Then, it came. Or rather, they came. At once, the two stallions unloaded inside her, cocks throbbing uncontrollably as they packed her core full of the semen she desperately needed. Driven by the sudden influx of seed, the mare squealed as her own orgasm hit her, sending her body into uncontrollable shivers.
The three partners stayed there for a moment, perfectly still as the two red stallions emptied their loads into her needy snatches. When they finally pulled out, she could feel the hunger still gnawing at her. She saw the other two and slowly walked over to them, licking her lips as she approached the two cum-fountains.
“Looks like our turn,” the green one said.
“Well,” the brown one replied, “Let’s not keep her waiting...
Unlike before, neither of them slid underneath her. Instead, the green one mounted her from behind, slipping into her lower pussy, which was now gushing wet with juices. The brown one took an interest in her mouth, maneuvering around his green friend to shove his dick down her throat. Both filled her gloriously, and she sucked eagerly on the one on her mouth as the two of them began to pump wildly, driving themselves into her with the same force that their red friends had done earlier. All the while, the two of them couldn’t stop laughing, occasionally slapping parts of her with their hooves.
“This bitch is so fuckin’ easy now!” one of them said. She couldn’t tell which one, with her vision obscured by the brown one’s groin. Not that she cared.
Her world was just these two stallions, their rods practically bursting full of semen as she sucked wildly, moaning and whimpering hungrily as she slurped desperately. All the while, all she could think about was the semen. She needed it with every fiber of her being. Her body and soul cried out for it, and she would do anything to have more.
The two stallions eventually let out grunts as they came, and her throat and pussy both clenched around them, eagerly drinking the load that the stallions generously gave her. She was in heaven, sucking cum from the front while she was filled from the back.
However, heaven was short-lived. As the two of them pulled out, she could feel the hunger once more. Would she * ever** be sated? Looking around at the four still-horny stallions, she licked her lips, her eyes wide and trembling as she cooed softly. “More...”*
–
“The faculty found her a week after that, and it took yet another week to bring her down from the mania enough to even remember who she was,” Princess Celestia said, visibly shaking with disgust. “After that, the perpetrators were brought here, while I sent a team of clerics to help Rarity’s family.”
Twilight simply sat there, mouth slightly agape at the story she had just heard. It had, as she expected, been horrible beyond measure. “So... What happened after that?”
Celestia’s eyes hardened at that question. “The four stallions were sentenced to ten years of forced magic inhibition. I believe the enchantment on their rings ends this year. As for Rarity, well... Like I said, I never got good news.”
Twilight gulped nervously. Part of her was not sure she wanted to ask, but the question just wouldn’t go away. “What... What did they say?”
Sighing, Celestia shook her head. “Since she was young when she was turned, it would slowly take her over as she matured. First, she’d need weekly feeding, then bi-weekly, getting more and more restrictive until she reached peak maturity, where she would be truly immortal, but...” She shook her head and gritted her teeth. “... But she would need feeding twice a day, or more, lest the mania return.”
“Or more!?” The idea that one even had time for more than two sex sessions a day was insane to Twilight. How would a mare have any time to work, to play... To live?
That was when it hit her. “So, that’s why she closed her business and went to do porn...”
“I’m surprised she even tried fighting it,” Celestia admitted. “It’s a terrible dark magic and, unfortunately, completely irreversible.”
“S... So there’s nothing we can do?” Twilight asked, screwing her eyes shut to hold back the tears. “What... What about Applejack?”
Silence reigned for a moment, then a sigh from the elder Princess. “... I’m sorry, Twilight. At least she’s better off than the others...”
“Others?” Twilight was surprised there were others, but if there was anything that could help Rarity at least adjust, she was willing to try.
As if sensing what Twilight was hoping for, Celestia shook her head. “They were products of dark magic, created as sex slaves to unicorn kings, long before even the time of Princess Platinum. From what I understand, about three hundred of them were made before Rarity. They’re all aimless vagrants now, using their pheromones to get their next ‘hit’ off of anything they can get to shove cocks inside them. In many ways, Rarity’s lucky to have been turned in a time of video porn...”
Her last hope dashed, Twilight simply hung her head low. “So that’s it?” she asked, voice soft as she tried to come to terms with such a crushing defeat.
Celestia simply sat beside Twilight, draping a wing over the young ailicorn as she pondered Rarity’s situation. Certainly nothing could be done to save the alabaster unicorn from her fate, but if even one thing could be done to comfort her, to give her at least some measure of happiness beyond the base needs of her species, it was at least worth considering. “Tell me, Twilight,” Celestia began, carefully choosing her words, “would Applejack do anything for Rarity?”
“O-of course!” Twilight exclaimed. “I’ve never seen two ponies love each other like Applejack and Rarity!”
Nodding, Celestia took a deep breath. “Then, listen to every word I have to say. If Rarity and Applejack are to have any future, it won’t be without sacrifice...”
–
The train ride had been long and, in many ways, tedious, but it was finally over, and now that they were in Los Pegasus, they were able to start looking.
Deciding that it’d be best to split up, Pinkie and Fluttershy started pounding the pavement, asking people on the street if they’d seen Rarity. Applejack and Rainbow Dash, meanwhile, thought it’d be a good idea to peruse the adult novelty shops all over the place. It was in one such store that they were having a discussion.
“So,” Rainbow Dash murmured as she hovered just above the ground, looking at the various videos showing mares of all sorts in very compromising positions, “You never noticed she had an extra one?”
“No!” Applejack exclaimed. “I didn’t go lookin’ . I dunno about you, but I don’t find anything interestin’ about tail holes!”
“You haven’t lived then,” Rainbow quipped. “Extra tight, not a lot of give, feels great when its being pried open...”
Applejack rolled her eyes. “Oh, spare me,” she sighed, before looking around the aisles again. “So, tell me why we’re not just asking people like Pinkie and Fluttershy?”
“Really?” Rainbow deadpanned. “Way I see it, if she’s doing porn, we could either find a video with information on the company she’s working for, or if that fails, ask the guy at the counter about up and coming talent. That way, we can narrow our search.”
A grunt escaped Applejack’s lips as she looked at a particular one titled Gem Cave VS the Diamond Dongs! “Well, I guess there’s that... Still, she’s only been here, what, a week and a half? Maybe two? How’s she gonna be in... Woah...” She looked intently at the cover for a moment, eyes narrowing. “Holy moly...”
Intrigued, Rainbow Dash flew over to Applejack and took a look. “Yeah.... Holy moly is right...”
The cover sported a trio of diamond dogs, all erect, as a white mare with a gorgeously curled mane and tail worked on them, hooves wrapped around the cocks of the two dogs on the sides while her face was bobbing along the length of the middle. The mare’s flank clearly displayed her cutie mark – three blue diamonds.
Both Rainbow Dash and Applejack had come to the same conclusion. “Rarity...”
My Existence, the Greatest Perversion.
“Playground Productions?”
Applejack stood at the front door with Rainbow Dash, adjusting her stetson and looking up at the plaque next to it.
For her part, Rainbow Dash seemed nonplussed about the name. “What did you expect?” she asked. “It’s a porn studio. There’s not exactly a premium on creativity.”
“Eeyup,” Applejack murmured. “Though I guess they gotta have somethin’ if Rarity picked this studio above all the other ones.”
Shrugging, Rainbow Dash took to the air to look at the studio itself. It wasn’t exactly a large building, two floors, a box design like what one would see in Manehattan, though wide rather than tall. It was actually quite unassuming for a building where ponies had sex most of the day, though Rainbow figured that wasn’t quite the case inside. I expected more outdoor spots, though , she thought to herself.
Applejack looked up at her sky-blue buddy. “You see her anywhere, RD?” she asked.
“Nope,” Rainbow replied as she landed. “They don’t seem to have anywhere here for filming outside. Meaning if she’s not here now, we might have to wait for a while.”
A sigh escaped Applejack’s lips. “I’m really hoping we don’t have to go lookin’ for porn shoots,” she said. Shrugging her shoulders, she pulled open the door. “Well, we ain’t gonna find her sittin’ here.”
The door led to a nice little reception room, with a small red couch not unlike the one Rarity would faint into and a circular mahogany table off to a side. A receptionist’s desk, also mahogany, was on the opposite end from the door, a white mare with a red mane in pigtails sitting behind it and filing her fore-hooves.
“Swank little lobby,” Rainbow quipped as she hovered just off the ground behind Applejack.
Not paying attention to her friend, Applejack made her way to the desk, her hooves clopping loudly on the polished marble floor. “Howdy there,” she said to the receptionist. “I’m lookin’ for one of the employees ‘round here.”
The mare didn’t seem to notice Applejack, or was making a very concerted effort to look like she hadn’t noticed, content to simply focus on her hoof filing.
Clearing her throat, Applejack made another effort to get the young mare’s attention. “Hello, I’m looking for a mare named Rarity.” She took a deep breath, trying not to get angry at this indifferent little piece of trash.
“There’s no one by that name who works here,” the mare replied indifferently, still making no effort to look up or otherwise acknowledge the two mares in the room.
Applejack started to growl under her breath. Oh this here girl’s playin’ with us! She thought indignantly.
Sensing her friend’s temper getting the best of her, Rainbow Dash cut in, smiling warmly at the receptionist. “Maybe you’ve heard of Gem Cave?” she asked.
“You mean the new talent?” The receptionist asked, still not sounding particularly interested in the conversation.
“Yeah!” Rainbow chirped. “We just got done watching Gem Cave VS the Diamond Dongs, and we’re really big fans!”
Finally, the mare looked up at the guests, flashing them the softest hint of a smile. “Looking for autographs, are you?”
Rainbow nodded, then tapped Applejack’s rear hoof with one of her own, causing Applejack to nod in response.
The mare simply chuckled. “Well, gotta admit this is a first. We haven’t even started sending videos outside of the Los Pegasus area, and she’s already got fans from out of town, and mares at that.”
“Yeah?” Applejack snapped. “What of it!?” Rainbow simply face-hoofed, wondering how she ended up being the one with the tact here.
“Nothing,” the receptionist replied, her voice suddenly taking on a playful tone. “Just that normally it’s stallions trying to get a hook up with Gem Cave. Her debut’s not even been out three days and already we’ve had to beef up security.”
The two Ponyville ponies shuddered at that, both of them coming up with mental images of the sort of stallions who’d be looking to hook up with “Gem Cave” after seeing her throat-fucked and double-penetrated by enormously hung diamond dogs. The mental image wasn’t exactly pretty.
The receptionist nodded, as if sensing some bit of understanding from Applejack and Rainbow. “I’m sure you’ll understand, then,” she stated casually, “that I can’t go telling you where she is.”
Applejack opened her mouth to protest, her cheeks red with anger, but stopped when Rainbow cleared her throat.
“Could you at least send her a message?” Rainbow offered.
The receptionist’s black eyes darted from pony to pony, suddenly looking at lot less casual, but not quite confrontational yet. “I suppose I could do that,” she agreed. “Just, no propositions for dates, okay?”
“Just tell her Applejack’s here,” Applejack said. “She’ll know who I am.”
“Will do,” the receptionist replied. Neither Rainbow nor Applejack were convinced, but the look the receptionist gave them suggested that the conversation was over.
Dejected, Applejack walked out with Rainbow Dash in tow. “Well, that was useless!”
“Noooot entirely,” Rainbow quipped, grinning as she started hovering. “Let’s get Pinkie and Fluttershy.”
That earned a raised eyebrow from Applejack. “What for?” she asked.
Rainbow Dash winked at her old friend playfully. “Stakeout.”
–
Fluttershy sat in the bushes next to a cardboard box, looking out through a pair of binoculars as she had for the past three hours.
“See anything?” the box asked.
“No,” Fluttershy replied softly.
A moment of silence passed.
“See anything?” the box asked.
“No,” Fluttershy replied softly.
A moment of silence passed.
“See anything?” the box asked.
“No,” Fluttershy replied, sighing in exasperation and looking over at the box. “Um, Pinkie,” she began, her voice quivering as she spoke, “what happened to your binoculars?”
“I can’t see anything through this cardboard,” the box admitted.
Fluttershy looked over at the box next to her, noticing that one of the long sides was facing the building. “I think I see the problem,” she said softly. Taking hold of the box, she turned it around so that one of the short sides, with the holes for gripping, faced forward instead. “Try that,” she offered.
Suddenly, a pair of binoculars poked out of the hole, looking out at the building they were staking out. “There we go!” the box chirped happily. “Thanks, Fluttershy!”
“Um, you’re welcome,” Fluttershy replied. She resumed looking out of her own binoculars at the building, her lips pursed in concentration. A moment of silence passed, and both Fluttershy and the cardboard box stared intently, waiting for their friend to come out.
It had been simple enough, really. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were scouting the front of the building, with Fluttershy and Pinkie, the latter in a cardboard box for some reason, staking out the back. It required quiet. Fluttershy was comfortable with quiet. Surprisingly, even Pinkie was managing to stay quiet, though the way the box fidgeted every so often suggested that it was taking a great deal of effort not to bounce and sing or whatever it was that Pinkie wanted to do at the moment.
Fluttershy was about to tell Pinkie to stop moving when she saw the building’s rear exit open up, a pristine white mare with a triple-diamond cutie mark and immaculately wavy purple mane and tail walking out and smiling to herself as she started walking away. She knew nothing would go right if she went there with Pinkie, who was already squeeing with delight at seeing their friend, so Fluttershy looked down and smiled as sweetly as she could.
“Pinkie,” Fluttershy cooed, “could you be a dear and go get Applejack and Rainbow Dash?”
“Okie-dokie-lokie!” Pinkie chirped in response. With that, the box started moving around the building, surprisingly not being ripped or poked despite staying in the bushes.
Now alone, Fluttershy took a deep breath and emerged from the bushes, matching Rarity’s pace as the unicorn started walking to a nearby alleyway.
Another advantage of being quiet, Fluttershy would learn, was the ability to walk right up to unsuspecting ponies. Not that she’d ever do anything bad to a pony, but it proved quite handy when trying to get up close to a pony in a dirty alley. Confident that she was close enough for Rarity to hear without having to raise her voice, Fluttershy spoke up. “Um, hello Rarity,” she squeaked softly.
Suddenly, Rarity froze and turned her head to the source of the voice. “Fluttershy!?” she gasped, staring in shock at the lemon yellow pegasus before her. “What are you doing here!?”
Fluttershy hid defensively behind her mane, feeling Rarity’s bright blue eyes boring deep into her. “Um...” She swallowed hard, trying to push down the knot that had suddenly formed in her throat. “Uh, we were all really worried about you, and we decided to, um...”
Sighing softly, Rarity simply shook her head and closed the distance between her and the shy pony before her. “Honestly, Fluttershy, I’m all right,” she assured her friend. “I guess I should have expected Applejack to come after me anyway, but I assure you, I’m perfectly happy here.” She brushed Fluttershy’s mane from her face, a warm smile on her face as she looked into her turquoise eyes. “Honestly, it’s been an absolute blast here, and while I miss Ponyville, I dare say this is as good as it gets for me.”
“Is that right, Gem Cave ?”
Applejack’s voice, hard with anguish, made both Fluttershy and Rarity stiffen up nervously. Looking behind her, Fluttershy saw that Applejack was galloping up the alley with Rainbow Dash and Pinkie, the latter having finally ditched the box.
“Oh fuckberries,” Rarity cursed under her breath.
Fluttershy silently nodded her agreement with Rarity’s assessment of the situation. This wasn’t going to end well.
My Existence, the Greatest Perversion.
Finding, and Losing, Rarity
Applejack and Rarity faced one another, the former with a look of determination and the latter with one of fear, while Pinkie, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy backed away slowly. The two of them needed to talk to one another, and even Pinkie knew that this was not the time to talk.
“Why'd you run off, Rares?” Applejack asked, gazing at Rarity as she failed utterly to hide the quiver in her voice or the watering of her eyes.
Rarity simply lowered her head, sighing sadly as she did. “I doubt you'd understand,” she said. “I just didn't want to hurt you, and...”
“You leavin' like that hurt me plenty!” Applejack closed the distance, her lips flat and her eyes set, even as Rarity's demure white body shrunk back. “I love you, Rarity, and there's nothin' you can do that could possibly change that.” A blush spread across her face as her hard facade started to come undone. “... Even if that video I saw of you and the diamond dogs was a bit... er...” Applejack paused for a moment, as though unsure what to say. I don't even know what to think of it myself, she admitted quietly. Was it shameful? Embarrassing? Hot?
As if sensing what Applejack was thinking, Rarity simply shook her head and leaned forward to nuzzle the rough orange coat of her beloved. “I guess you knew what I was getting into, hey?” she said softly. “I know you probably think it dreadful, but I have my reasons, and-”
“I know,” Applejack softly whispered in Rarity's ear. Feeling Rarity tense up against her, Applejack continued. “You didn't do a great job of cleanin' out some o' your papers, and you know how I can be with doors.”
A soft, mirthless laugh escaped Rarity's lips as the two backed away from one another. “I'm not going to lie and say it's not enjoyable when I... feed,” she replied nervously, her deep blue eyes shifting awkwardly to avoid Applejack's pure, guileless emeralds, “but I do it because I have to. I need semen as surely as you need food and water.”
Pinkie might have known how to keep quiet, but Rarity's words ignited a curiosity in Rainbow Dash that just wouldn't go away. “Wait,” the pegasus suddenly blurted out, raising a hoof to get the lovebirds' attention even as Pinkie and Fluttershy glared at her. “I've seen you eat a bunch of times, and you don't just toss up right after, so what happens to that?”
This time, it was Rarity's turn to blush. “Yes, about that...” She let out a cough. “Since I don't have an excretory system and normal food isn't compatible with me, well... Let's just say I've been known to spend a bit extra time... powdering my nose... After holding it in public.”
Every pony there took a moment to digest Rarity's statement. Then, they all started turning a bit green, imagining Rarity with her muzzle over a toilet, retching out every meal they'd ever had together as her body rebelled against it.
Fluttershy was the first to speak up, her soft, wispy voice bleeding the sincerity she felt. “I'm sorry,” she said. “It must have been really hard trying to look normal.
“Yeah, totally!” Pinkie chirped, running over and giving the alabaster pony a tight hug. “I can't imagine how bad it must have been with all those cupcakes I made for you!”
Rarity's blush only intensified. “R-really, it's fine...”
“Naw, it ain't,” Applejack chimed in, her eyes trembling as she held back the tears. “I should've seen something was wrong, and you should have been able to trust me enough to tell me.
At that, the mood among the five of them darkened. “Tell you what?” Rarity asked. “I can't exactly be blamed for not expecting ponies to understand my... Condition.”
“Yeah, she's kinda got you there, AJ,” Rainbow agreed.
“Still ,” Applejack insisted, “You had to have known I'd never leave you....” She flinched a bit at that statement as the conversation with Fluttershy on the train came back to mind. I would have stayed with her... Would I?
Her own eyes starting to well up, Rarity shook her head. “That's why I had to be the one to leave!” she exclaimed. “You deserve better than this, Applejack! Better than me !”
With that, Rarity turned around and ran off, crying openly as she ran deeper into the alley before turning a corner and going out of sight.
“Hey, hold up!” Applejack shouted at the fleeing purple mane before giving chase, Fluttershy and Pinkie at her sides while Rainbow flew past them.
–
Urban sprawl, as it turned out, proved quite easy to get lost in. Many twists and turns provided by tightly packed buildings and crowds of ponies made it hard for the four of them to track Rarity, with even Rainbow and Fluttershy unable to really see them from over the crowded urban landscape.
Eventually, Applejack had to accept that she had lost Rarity. Again. Stopping in front of a tall apartment building, Applejack sighed and fell to her rump, trying to catch her breath. Since when did Rarity of all ponies get so athletic?
The group gathered around Applejack and all took turns patting her shoulders, Pinkie smiling softly as she did. “You'll get her back!” the pink pony assured her. “We just gotta keep trying!”
“Yeah!” Rainbow Dash agreed. “She can't resist you forever!”
Applejack looked down at herself, unconvinced. “I ain't worried about her not wanting to be with me anymore,” she said glumly, sniffling as long-repressed tears started falling from her eyes. “I'm worried about convincing her that I can live with what she is, what she's doing...”
The group was rather quiet for a moment, the four of them pondering Applejack's words. Obviously, Rarity not feeding was out of the question, and Ponyville provided very few stallions, fewer still who weren't already hitched up. Thus, this was a perfect place for the former fashion designer. It was also not exactly a life for ponies in a steady relationship, what with all the filming. Thus, it would be a challenge convincing Rarity that, no, she wasn't going to burden Applejack.
“Um...” Applejack, Pinkie and Ranbow all turned to face Fluttershy, who was hovering just above the ground and trying to hide behind her mane again. “I was thinking you could, um...” She squeaked and turned her head away, blushing.
“What could I do, Fluttershy!?” Applejack exclaimed desperately, looking up at the yellow mare intently.
Swallowing hard, Fluttershy willed the rest of her thought out of her trembling lips. “Y-you could... D-do a porn film yourself...”
The other three simply looked at Fluttershy, blinking as they stared in shock.
“Where's Fluttershy...” Pinkie began.
“...And what have you done with her?” Rainbow finished.
Applejack considered Fluttershy's idea for a moment. It was preposterous, foolish, and would almost certainly cost Applejack most of her reputation.
It was also a genius way to both keep Rarity in a place she wouldn't be able to run from and show her that Applejack would do anything to be with her.
Slowly nodding, Applejack flashed a smile at her shy friend. “That sounds like an idea.”
My Existence, the Greatest Perversion.
“You realize this is a dumb idea, right?”
“Eeyup.”
“You know this is probably going to ruin you in Ponyville, right?”
“Eeyup.”
“And you’re going through with it anyway.”
“Eeyup.”
Rainbow Dash and Applejack were sitting in an Outback Haybale, sharing a bloomin’ onion as they waited for their order. Rainbow Dash had a doubtful look on her face, while Applejack’s was far, far more determined.
“How do you even know they’re going to give you a job?” Rainbow asked, nibbling on a piece of breaded onion as she spoke. “And is this really what they eat in the Kangaroo Queendom?”
“Stay focused, RD,” Applejack chided her pegasus friend, not really paying attention to the appetizer. “And no, there’s no guarantee, but you saw how big that place was. They gotta do a whole lot more than one or two shoots a day.” Applejack simply shrugged.
“I guess there’s that…” Rainbow Dash admitted. “Still, this is an awful big gamble you’re taking… There’s no guarantee Rarity would talk to you while working.”
Applejack let out a giggle, a grin suddenly forming on her lips. “You remember when I tried to stay away from Ponyville after I lost the rodeo?”
Staring dumbly, Rainbow Dash nodded. “Your point?” she asked.
Applejack took a piece of onion and put it in her mouth, quietly chewing for a moment and inwardly agreeing that, yeah, this is probably not authentic kangaroo food. “You guys went halfway across Equestria lookin’ for me. Even took to workin’ in the cherry orchard.”
Rainbow Dash smiled warmly at the memory. “I just hope Pinkie doesn’t try to get a porn job too.”
At that, Applejack couldn’t help but chuckle, imagining all the funny words Pinkie would just find herself repeating over and over again. “That’d be one way to make Rarity move again, if nothin’ else.”
The two ponies shared a laugh at that. If there was anything Pinkie was good at, it was livening the mood. It was almost enough to drown out Applejack’s doubts.
--
Twilight sighed as she sat in the carriage, looking over the parchment Celestia had given her with a keen eye. In it was a complicated spell, one that would take a quartet of normal unicorns to do normally. Indeed, it was only her exceptional magical power that allowed her to even contemplate doing this by herself, and even then she wasn’t entirely certain this would be the best idea.
“Well,” Twilight said to herself, ignoring the two pegasus guards pulling the carriage, “If this fails, Applejack can end up horribly disfigured, dead, or turned into a mindless sex zombie. That’s if it fails .” She sighed and blinked her tired eyes, looking over the spell yet again. “If it succeeds, she’ll be damned to a fate not much unlike Rarity’s.” In her own estimation, neither of the outcomes seemed particularly great. It was certainly not what Twilight was hoping for when she’d come to Canterlot.
Still, it was an avenue that Applejack deserved to know about, even if it was the sort of black magic that sent chills down her spine. Changing ponies on such a fundamental level just felt immoral, to say nothing of all the laws and ethics that had been hammered into her in school. Even the royal decree tucked away in her saddlebags did nothing to assuage her worries. However, Celestia had been right. Unless Twilight wanted to risk killing Rarity, the alabaster unicorn’s condition was irreversible, and Twilight knew that Rarity had likely had enough of having her body manipulated by magic. That left very few options for Rarity having any long-term relationship with Applejack.
She just wished there were some other way.
“We’ll be reaching Los Pegasus within the hour!” one of the guards called out, breaking Twilight out of her reverie. She looked down at the sky and looked at all the buildings, looking almost like foals’ play sets at this altitude. It amazed her, just how much faster than ground travel this was. Perhaps, after all this was done, she would work on a way for unicorns and earth ponies to travel this way en masse. Doing some good would help clear her conscious if nothing else.
--
“So let me get this straight,” Paper Pusher said, adjusting her glasses as she looked at the application. “You’re looking for work. On camera.”
“Eeyup.” The orange earth pony looked about as serious as ponies got, a confident smile on her face and a glimmer in her emerald green eyes.
“You’re sure this isn’t just another ploy to get close to Gem Cave, right?” She still remembered this pony from yesterday, and damn it to hell if she was going to let some creepy ass stalker in here, even if it was a mare.
“Eenope.” Something about the way those eyes shifted as she said that made Paper uncomfortable, but she wasn’t about to push the issue too much. After all, this here earth pony looked particularly hardy. Not a lot of fat on her, and more toned than massive. Definitely Playground Productions material.
“Well, I’m not going to stop you,” Paper finally replied, taking a look at the application. “Normally these things take a few days, but you look pretty good, so let me just call the boss and see if she’d be willing to take you on.”
With that, she took the application in her magical grasp and got off her chair before walking through the door behind her. Thankfully, the applicant hadn’t followed behind her. If she was just looking to bother Gem Cave, at least she was being courteous enough about it.
Walking down the halls and past several sets, she made it to the boss’s office. She took a deep breath and looked over herself, making sure her coat pigtails and tail weren’t frazzled or anything, then gave the door three solid knocks.
“Come in!”
Hearing the boss calling, she opened the door. There stood another orange earth pony mare. Though while the one waiting in the lobby was blonde and had jade eyes, the boss was a redhead with shining, emerald blue eyes, looking more like a respectable business mare than the owner of a multi-billion bit porn empire.
“Paper?” she asked. “Is someone here for me?”
Paper nodded curtly, then placed the application on the desk. “Yes, ma’am,” she replied. “I know you normally want to do some vetting prior, but this really hot piece of flank came by. She’s waiting in the lobby now.”
The boss swept a curl of her hair out of her eyes and looked at the application. “Applejack, hmm…?” She squinted at the paper, as if trying to remember having heard that name before. “Ponyville, eh?” Paper simply nodded, and the boss resumed looking. “We’ve always had trouble getting earth mares” Finally nodding, the boss smiled at Paper warmly. “Lead her in. If she’s got the stuff, I’ll have her shooting by the end of the day.”
Nodding, Paper turned around and went to fetch the applicant. All in all, not a bad day at the office.