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Chapter 5: The Heat

He was massaging her as she lay flat on the table. The steam from the hot tub in the other room was filling this room with a misty fog, and Rarity found the hissing noises of the steam soothing to the ear. The room smelled of jasmine, Rarity’s favorite flower, allowing her to relax under her stallion’s touch. He pressed down on her, causing her shoulders to cry out in pain, but that made it feel so good when he stopped. Rarity had to admit he was doing his job well.

He slowly moved his hooves down her back, working out all of her kinks and sending her into moans of relief. He took his time on the areas that caused her to moan the most, as he understood that those were the spots that needed the most attention. But to relieve her back pain was not all he wanted, and Rarity knew it, because she wanted the same thing he did.

A lady must always be patient, she told herself while her body was screaming at her to roll over and reach his lips with her own. If he wanted to lay her, he would have to make the initial move. As he massaged her lower back, Rarity’s moans became cries of “yes” and “that’s it.” She was hoping to encourage him to make his move, if he was even going to do it at all.

It turned out he didn’t need nearly as much encouragement as she thought he did. He gently prodded her buttocks with his hooves, rubbing them in a circular motion as slowly as he could. Rarity moaned to express her delight, and he responded by planting light kisses on her lower back. His hooves rolled through her coat and found the area beneath her cheeks. Rarity impulsively spread her hind legs open and he stroked her pussy, causing it to moisten with his touch.

“Turn over,” he said, helping Rarity flip the other way around on the table. It was only then that she recognized Italian Stallion as the one who had been pleasuring her. He gave her a wicked grin and proceeded to rub his hoof through her wet pussy. Rarity panted as his strokes became more fervent, and she urged him to go on. He suddenly pulled his hoof out and licked it, tasting her delicate juices.

“Delicious,” he whispered, leaning closer to her waist. “I have to have more...”

“Yes, please...” Rarity begged, and she got her wish. He licked her succulent lips with his tongue, tasting more of the sweet juices and smelling a musk seeping from Rarity’s mound. He stuck his tongue into her hole and lapped at her clit, somehow finding it quickly despite not being able to see it. Rarity cried out in delight as his tongue continued to work her.

Rarity was on her mattress, rubbing vigorously between her thighs, and when she woke up from her dream she realized what she’d been doing and stopped immediately. She could feel a cold sweat dripping down her forehead and a hot fire searing between her legs.

Not good, Rarity thought. If she was masturbating during her sleep like this, it was a telltale sign that she was in heat. They had been filming a week the preliminary scenes, and Rarity had certainly grown fond of Italian. But this was the first night she’d had a wet dream of him, and she knew they would start filming the sex scenes tomorrow. Hoping her slowly growing crush and her searing condition wouldn’t make her take things out of hoof, she closed her eyes and tried to find a more peaceful sleep in preparation for the next day’s work.

***

Rarity didn’t dare tell anypony about her sexual fantasy from the night before and hoped to Celestia it wouldn’t interfere with the film production. The mares were making her up and dressing her in that same white dress as usual. On the other side of the room she could see Italian getting dressed as well, and an overwhelming feeling of arousal filled her loins, so overwhelming she feared staining the dress. Keep it under control, Rarity, she told herself, and she managed to rein in her heated desire.

Hard Core came into the room, barking about why his lead actors weren’t ready to begin filming yet. Rarity and Italian both came up to him, looking just as impeccable as they had the day before. Hard Core was pleased.

“Good. Now, places. Italian, you’re going to make the move on Rarity and swoop in for a kiss, and from there I want you to go wild. Not too wild, though; save that stuff for the bedroom. That’s where we want the real rutting to happen. Got it, you two?”

“I believe I do,” said Rarity.

“Got it,” said Italian.

“We all set to roll here?” Hard Core asked.

“Yes, boss,” called one of the crew members.

“Then give me lights.” The spotlights came on, illuminating the set with a glow that Rarity was used to by now. “Camera.” The cameras zoomed in, red lights glowing. Rarity had become accustomed to ignoring them. “Action!”

“I’ve never felt quite so drawn to anypony in my life,” Italian said, picking up from where they had last left their conversation. “You’re an absolute goddess. And don’t think this is the wine talking. If you would only say the word, I will take you where we stand.”

Rarity felt a searing flame in her loins. She looked down at her dress and indeed found a wet stain seeping through the fabric. “Oh, my,” Rarity said, trying to roll with it. “It appears my body certainly knows what it wants.”

“Indeed,” Italian said, also taking note of the stain on the dress. He suddenly swooped forward and kissed Rarity, his tongue probing her mouth. Rarity, though caught off guard, opened her mouth and let his tongue in, kissing him just as eagerly. She couldn’t be sure what this meant to him, but to her it was her wildest fantasy coming true.

She took a firm hold of his mane and pressed his body down on the couch, keeping her lips locked with his as she held his face with her other hoof. Italian, however, did not take too kindly to being on the bottom, and so he forcefully turned her and mounted her before attacking her mouth with his own. He ran a hoof down her body and stroked her thigh as his other hoof took her mane in its grasp.

“I could take you right here, on the couch,” he moaned between kisses. Out of the corner of her eye, Rarity got a cue from Hard Core to move it to the bedroom. She held a hoof up to stop Italian and implored him.

“I just want to let you know, this is my first time,” she told him, adhering to the loosely-written script. “If you wish to bed me, you will have to take me to a bed first. Let me lead you into the bedroom, and I promise I will make it worth your while.”

“Whatever you say,” Italian said.

“Cut!” shouted Hard Core. “Very nice, you two. You’ve set the scene for the real rutting to begin. Rarity, getting yourself to stain your dress was fucking brilliant. Really, you have no idea. You could become something in this business.”

“Why, thank you,” Rarity said, not sure if she should be flattered by the compliment or horrified by the implication that she could make a career of this.

“Come on, follow me to the bedroom. We’ve got a lot to talk about for these next couple of scenes.” Hard Core rose from his chair and beckoned Rarity and Italian to follow him.

“You two are mad for each other,” Hard Core explained, “so I don’t care how much those clothes cost. I want you to tear them to shreds while you’re stripping each other. Well...not literally, but put some energy into it.

“Next I want you, Italian, to eat out Rarity’s pussy. Has anypony ever done that to you, kid?”

Rarity remembered her first boyfriend once again. “Yes, they have.”

“Good. Now from what I know about Italian, he can make you cream fast and hard. Get excited, get into it, but don’t scream so much that it’s obnoxious. And remember, it’s only round 1.”

“Round 1? What does that mean?” Rarity asked.

“I’m getting to it. Now, after he’s done this to you, he’s gonna rut you silly. Hunched over you with his dick slamming into your pussy. It’s your first time, so struggle with it a bit, but show how pleasurable you feel. Encourage him to keep going and don’t fight it when he cums.”

“Wait a minute,” Rarity said. “He’s going to ejaculate inside me?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Italian said. “The doctors cast some magic on my sperm. I’m infertile.”

"That's very convenient," Rarity admitted, "but why?"

“What kind of business can I run if a porn star’s gonna impregnate all the mares he fucks?” Hard Core asked. “Trust me, it's been well taken care of.”

“Oh, good, good,” Rarity said.

“All right,” Hard Core said. “Think you’re ready to do this?”

“I know I am,” Italian said.

“I’ll do my best,” said Rarity, giving a nervous smile.

Hard Core stepped close and patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, kid. Your best has been pretty damn good so far. Keep up the good work.

“Now, I gotta get the set prepped. You two feel free to shoot the shit, get to know each other a little better so you’re not just a couple of acquaintances fucking each other.” Hard Core left Rarity and Italian alone. Italian beckoned Rarity over to some seats so they could talk.

“You’re a far more gifted actress than I anticipated,” he said to her. “I was expecting a complete amateur, but we’re running way ahead of schedule because you’re delivering when it counts.”

“Why, thank you,” Rarity said. “You’re doing a fine job yourself.”

“Well, that’s to be expected.” Italian smiled smugly. “I was meaning to ask you, though. How’d you get yourself wet like that?”

“Wet like what?” Rarity asked. Italian pointed to the stain on her dress. “Oh, that. Well...I guess I got caught up in the heat of the moment.”

“No, you don’t seem to understand,” Italian said. “Hard Core’s usually spritzing the mares down in between takes to simulate that arousal, but you did it naturally. How the hell did you pull that off?”

“Well...I’d rather not say. Industry secret and all.”

“Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna play it,” Italian said, holding his hooves up. “All right, I see how it is. You don’t have to tell me until we’re done shooting, then I’m gonna pester you about it until you spit it out.

"Oh, Hard Core’s beckoning us over. We’d better get moving.”

“All right,” Rarity said hesitantly, knowing a real test was about to come. Having sex in front of a camera. Kissing had been hard enough, but now they’d literally be fucking on film. She would just have to make sure not to face the camera or let the eyes of the director and the crew distract her. She decided it was best to let Italian lead the way, as he was the stallion who knew what he was doing.

Then she thought of that vivid wet dream from last night, him massaging her and tasting her juices, and that made her willing to let this stallion take her where she would lie. He would taste her just as he’d done in the dream. Rarity was giddy to feel that experience for real this time. And then, a hard cock forcing itself into her body, filling her with a flood of sensations, was an experience Rarity hungered for.

Rarity checked her dress to see if the stain had spread, and it had expanded from her loins. Giddy, she took her position in Italian’s hooves as they were to clumsily make their way to the bed.

Hard Core sat down in his chair and called for the lights and the camera. He was brimming with anticipation. This seasoned professional and this hot talent together were about to make big things happen for him, and he couldn’t wait to say “Action!” So he didn’t.

“Action!”

Italian swooped in for a rough kiss as he marched Rarity towards the bed. Rarity, swept up by his sudden advances, steadied herself and returned his passionate kiss with fervor. Italian pushed her onto the bed and positioned himself so that he was looming over her. He moved quickly, nibbling her ear and nipping at her neck before ripping open the dress and wrestling it off her. Rarity straightened up to help him tear the dress off of her, and the entire back seam ripped as the dress came off. Italian flung it to the floor and then tried to tear off his suit.

“Hold on, hold on,” Rarity said, giggling. “Let me help you with that.” She used her unicorn magic to quickly untie the tie and fling that away. She then took off the rest of the tuxedo with her hooves, tearing it off of him. The two of them, both naked now, laid on the bed, and Italian delivered deep kisses to Rarity’s chest.

Rarity anticipated what was coming and cooed, moving up the bed to bring Italian closer to her now soaking set of lips. Italian licked the juices, which made Rarity feel extremely ticklish. She started laughing, but her laughter turned to moans when Italian’s tongue delved into her depths and began licking her vaginal walls. He was coming so close to the spot she wanted him to touch—no, to ravish—and so Rarity started moaning to him.

“Keep going...keep going...a little to the left...” She gasped as he brushed against her clit. “No go back, please go back...yes. Yes, yes, YES! Right there! Oh Celestia!” Rarity’s hips started gyrating as he tongued her sensitive nub. He could taste fresh juices squirting from deep within her cavern, but her bucking hips were making it hard to focus. He wrapped his hooves around her legs and held them down to the bed so he could keep her still enough to focus his attack.

Rarity’s cries of “Yes!” and “Oh Celestia” became long, drawn out gasps as she came to a thunderous orgasm, the first one a stallion had given to her in years. It felt so much better when she didn’t have to do it herself, and now that she wasn’t in control of it, she felt swept away by the electric sensation. Raw energy coursed through her veins and came out of her mouth in cries of delight before she started to fade from climax. Her breathing relaxed, her nerves stopped firing, and she could move her hips freely again as Italian released his grip on her legs and pulled out from her leaking pussy.

Rarity looked between his legs and saw his erect penis standing at attention. The thick black cock was incredibly large even just eyeing it now, and Rarity could only imagine what it would feel like inside her. It was certainly bigger than her last stallion’s cock.

With no time left to think about it, Italian turned her over and spread her hind legs open. Rarity felt tense, nervous, and incredibly aroused. This stallion was taking her where she lay, sweeping her off her hooves. It was all happening so fast, and in the midst of all of it Rarity’s heart was racing and she could feel beads of sweat dripping down her face. The bright lighting was amplifying it, and Hard Core couldn’t have looked more excited for what was coming next.

Italian thrust into Rarity’s cavern, but she was so slick that he slid in with only a little pain. Rarity winced but felt incredibly full as he pounded his shaft into her. Italian leaned over, grabbed her mane, and pulled it up so her head was off of the bed sheets. He leaned over and wrapped his lips around her ear. Rarity gasped and panted because of the expended energy of thrusting back and forth like this, and every push filled her up with more anticipation.

The musky scent of sex now wafted through the set. Hard Core wished he could have found a way to capture it, but to no avail. He could only focus on the two ponies humping on the bed, wrinkling the sheets and leaking on to them, with the sounds of his grunts and her gasps being picked up by the microphone. Hard Core was thrilled. Italian knew how to hold out, so he’d get a lot of footage for this first sex scene.

Italian could feel his loins clench as they were preparing to shoot his load into this beautiful mare. He did his best to contain it, to keep it held down so that the pressure would build up before the big release. Rarity’s gasps were getting louder and more drawn out. Rarity’s gyrating hips signaled that she was close to her second orgasm, so to push her over the edge he came, his cum streaming from the tip of his penis into her vagina.

Rarity felt the warm fluid fill her up and she cried out as another wave of raw energy coursed through her. She thrust her backside into him as a way to release the pent up energy, and his load continued to stream into her. Italian’s grunts were steadied, controlled, while Rarity’s cries were wild with rapture. Soon their climaxes subsided, leading the two of them to collapse onto the bed, Italian’s dick sliding out of Rarity and his leftover semen dribbling onto the sheets.

“Cut!” Hard Core finally called. Rarity and Italian slowly straightened up, looking winded but quite pleased with themselves.

“Excellent work from both of you,” Hard Core said as he walked over. “That was so fucking hot. Even I was getting a hard-on just watching it.”

“Well, that is the point, is it not?” Rarity asked with a wink.

Hard Core let out a raucous laugh, leaving no doubt to anyone in the room how pleased he was. “And to think we haven’t even gotten started yet. The real kinky stuff’s to come, so if you can continue to be as awesome as you are on camera, Rarity, this porno’s gonna blow everypony’s minds! Take a break, kids, you deserve it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Italian said as Hard Core went off to consult with his film crew. He turned to Rarity and smiled awkwardly.

“Rarity, you were just...” he said. “Wow. You’re a natural at this.”

“I must say, that was incredibly delightful,” Rarity understated. She felt a strong urge to kiss Italian square on the lips and lure him to her trailer for another round, but the lady in her told her to keep it professional. However, she thought she could see some desire lurking in Italian’s eyes, or maybe that was part of his charm.

“Well, I have to get going,” Italian said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“All right,” Rarity said. “Farewell.”

Italian smiled and walked away to get his makeup removed. Rarity stared at him as his distance from her grew, and it took her a while to snap out of staring at him so she could get ready to go, too. As she watched him from a distance, she was sure who she would be dreaming about tonight.