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Chapter 8: The Passion

To be honest, Rarity felt really naughty in her schoolfilly outfit. It had everything: the white button-down shirt, the plaid short skirt, and the loosely tied on tie. The skirt and tie had been chosen to match her luxurious purple mane, and the colors complemented her beautifully.

Goodness, she thought, this is the kind of thing I could picture Twilight wearing. The thought of Twilight in this outfit, bending over, ready and willing to be taken suddenly crossed her mind. It left her feeling a bit confused until she saw Italian.

He was wearing what looked to be the outfit of a school headmaster, the most prominent feature being the tweed jacket with the elbow pads. He wasn’t, however, wearing any pants. Rarity felt a now all too familiar quiver of excitement when she imagined what he would do to her next, but she kept her composure enough to follow him to the set.

For the scene, Hard Core had told them to talk a bit about how he couldn’t stay away from her, a little bit about Rarity asking his name, and then get down to the roleplay. Rarity was more than ready for Italian to take her again, but she did her best not to betray that (at least, not until she was on film). Italian was as debonair as ever, flashing his toothy grin at Rarity whenever she looked at him. Rarity responded with a nervous chuckle.

They were in their places, ready for the filming to begin. Hard Core wasted no time in calling “Action!”

“Fair lady, I couldn’t stay away any longer,” Italian said, putting on his best airs. Rarity went along with it.

“You don’t know how badly I missed you,” she responded. “I was lost in a sea of doubt, wondering if you would ever come back.”

Italian had to stifle a laugh at how hammy that line was, but he was a true professional and continued without breaking character. “I wish you had known I would return. There was never any doubt in my mind that I would come back.”

“That brings me such relief,” Rarity said, heaving a sigh to accentuate it. “But tell me, good sir, what is your name? I want to be able to scream it when we’re making love.”

“My name is of no importance,” Italian said. Rarity gave a look of dismay. “Don’t despair, fair maiden. What we share is far deeper than any name.”

“But why won’t you tell me?” Rarity asked with confusion in her voice. She moved towards him, but he took a step back and Rarity halted.

“I have my reasons,” he said. “Now come, is this really how you wanted to spend our time together? I’m ready to begin.”

Rarity wasted no time in jumping right into the role. “Headmaster,” she said in a mock child’s voice, “I’ve behaved badly.”

“Tell me what you did,” Italian said in as stern a voice as he could muster.

“I spanked one of the other fillies in my class,” Rarity said. “I’m afraid I have to be disciplined.”

“You will receive the proper reparation,” Italian said, procuring a ruler from the nightstand. “I find it usually helps that the punishment fit the crime.”

“Does that mean you’re going to spank me?” Rarity asked, curtailing but still displaying the eagerness in her voice.

“That will be part of it,” Italian said, drawing nearer to Rarity, “but you have such a record that I feel more severe measures must be taken. Turn around.”

“Yes, Headmaster,” Rarity said, smiling wickedly once her back was turned. She bent down and revealed to the camera and to Italian that her outfit had not come with panties. Italian leaned in with ruler in hoof and gave Rarity’s rear a good hard whack.

Rarity hissed as she received her punishment, but every hit was only making her hotter. Italian showed no mercy, aiming for the same part of her behind each time, so that Rarity would cry out louder.

“You’ll think twice about spanking another filly, won’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, Headmaster, I absolutely will,” Rarity said.

“Now, hold on,” Italian said, noticing how slick Rarity had become. “I see this is having quite the opposite effect from the one I intended. You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Of course not! This is my punishment.” But Rarity could feel the moisture forming on her pussy, so she knew what was coming next.

“Actually,” Italian said, keeping his eyes locked on Rarity’s wet lips, “this may work out after all. I believe the next phase of your punishment is about to begin.”

Rarity silently cheered when she felt Italian’s long, hard cock push itself into her vagina. She started moaning and grunting as Italian rocked her back and forth. They both started to breathe heavily as Italian pushed harder and harder. Totally improvising, Italian took the waistband of Rarity’s skirt in his teeth and yanked it up so it snapped back down. Rarity hissed again, but absolutely relished the experience as he did it over and over again.

She was getting so hot under the collar that she wanted to take the outfit off, but Hard Core had insisted that they stay clothed. Rarity understood; for ponies, clothing was rarely worn, so it was more titillating than it would be had they been in the nude.

Rarity shut her eyes and started to chant “Yes, yes, yes...” as Italian pounded her. She was disappointed that he had stopped snapping her waistband, but she had an idea.

“Hit me!” she cried aloud.

“With what?” Italian asked, trying to lead her to say it.

“Hit me with the ruler!” Rarity cried, and she soon felt the sharp burst of pain that came when the ruler smacked her ass once again.

“Do it again!” she cried, and Italian smacked her with the ruler a few more times.

“Harder!” Rarity shouted, which surprised Italian but he hit her as hard as he could. “Oh, yes...” Rarity cried, about ready to hit her peak. Italian was close, too, and he could sense that Rarity’s climax was coming soon.

Rarity pushed herself back into him and finally cried aloud as an orgasm coursed through her. Italian knew this was the sign he had been waiting for, and his semen streamed out of his cock and began to drip from Rarity’s pussy. Rarity’s cries were quite high-pitched, but she did her best to tone it back so it wouldn’t be too obnoxious. To her surprise, Italian hit her with the ruler again, and she squealed.

The climax couldn’t last forever, unfortunately, and the two of them slowly came down from the high. Once they had leveled off, Italian pulled his cock out of her and the two of them tried to catch their breath.

“I think,” Italian said, “you’ve been properly disciplined now. Did you learn your lesson?”

“Oh, yes, Headmaster, I assure you it won’t happen again.”

“That’s good,” Italian said with a smile. “Make sure you keep your grades up and you behave yourself, or I may need to discipline you harder next time.”

“In that case,” Rarity said, turning to face him again, “maybe I should misbehave again.”

“Oh no, that won’t work with me. You need to start getting high marks if you want that kind of treatment.”

“Then I’ll be sure to study hard for you,” Rarity said earnestly.

“Cut!” Hard Core called. “Great job as usual from you two. We’ll be starting with the BDSM tomorrow, so make sure you rest up good.”

Rarity and Italian went to be unclothed and to have their makeup removed. Rarity was so used to this by now that her mind wandered. All this time, she had been waiting for Italian to take her to dinner, or a movie, or somewhere. She had been taught to wait for the stallion to make the first move, but she was almost ready to defy the cultural standard for a chance to get to know him better.

If you’re going to agonize about it, why not just ask him out? she asked herself.

I couldn’t. It would be most uncouth.

Well, if you don’t do it, it’s never going to happen. Maybe he’s afraid you’ll say no if he asks you.

Or he’s just not interested in me. That’s a possibility, too, you know.

Well why don’t you ask him and then find out for yourself?

“Is something bothering you?” Crimson Blush asked.

“What? Oh, nothing,” Rarity lied, snapping out of her reverie and deciding to continue to wait. She was afraid of embarrassing herself, and if she was being perfectly honest, the only time Italian showed an interest in her was when the cameras were rolling. So she would keep it the way it was. After all, it’s not like she wasn’t getting laid on a daily basis. Maybe filming with him would be good enough.

That’s a lie, she told herself, but she did nothing to confront it.

***

Today was a day Rarity was most uncomfortable for. Although she had experimented with taking a little pain yesterday, she had no idea what to expect today. It could have been exhilarating. It also could have been a million times worse than that. She wouldn’t know until she tried.

The outfit she was wearing today had put her in a state of hysteria. A tight, jet-black corset made of spiked chains and buckles wrapped around her like a cocoon, only leaving her exposed where it counted. Italian was wearing something similar, although on him it looked far more menacing. Beneath Rarity’s frantic state was a level of raw excitement soon to be tapped into, although she wasn’t yet aware of it. But Italian would find a way to get it out of her. Of that, he was certain.

He had long since realized that Rarity was in the midst of an intense heat and that he really was the recipient of her sexual passions. He was flattered, to be sure. Not all the actresses were quite that enamored by him. But with Rarity, it felt like she would have done anything to receive any kind of sexual pleasure from him. But as attractive as she was physically, he knew hooking up with her was bound to be a bad idea, so he had remained distant, at least while not shooting. He hoped the on-screen sex wasn’t confusing her, but knew deep down that it was.

This was the state of their minds when Hard Core brought them to the set. Tall candles were mounted around the room that Italian was to light before the real sexual acts were to begin. Rarity wasn’t experienced enough to know what he might do with them, but Italian knew their purpose full well. It seemed unfair to catch her by surprise, though, so he prompted Hard Core with a question in the hopes that he would explain it to them, for her benefit.

“What’s going to happen in this scene?” he asked.

“You know the drill by now, Italian,” Hard Core said gruffly. “You’re gonna light the candles and then take out the ropes. Rarity’s gonna spread herself out so you can tie her to the bedposts. The ball gag gets strapped across her mouth after that. Next, you’re gonna whip her with that whip you’re holding and then you’ll drip the candle wax on her.”

“Excuse me just a moment,” Rarity said. Listening to that blunt description had her mortified, but when he had mentioned the candle wax she knew she had to intervene. “What are you going to do with that wax?”

“He’s going to drip some on you,” Hard Core explained again. “Not enough to singe your fur or anything, just a few drops. It’ll be really hot, but the pain will subside quicker than you think.”

“I thought actors weren’t supposed to put themselves in harm’s way like this,” Rarity squeaked with a pitch much higher than usual.

“What can I say? We do things a little differently in the pornography business. Trust me, you’re gonna be fine. Places, everyone!”

Before Rarity had time to object further, Italian brought her to her spot. She had gone through so much already, that she finally accepted that putting herself through these frightening new sexual experiences was the way for her to pay the bills. She also had come to trust Italian over the course of the filming, and she knew he wouldn’t really want to hurt her. That was the kind of professional he was.

“Action!” Hard Core cried without warning—either that, or Rarity hadn’t been paying attention. Italian went around with a flaming candle in his mouth to light the candles in the room.

“Hold on, love, let me do it,” Rarity offered, hoping that aiding her co-star would mean he would let up a little on her. With a twinkle of her horn she lit all the candles on the set.

“Oh no,” Italian said, putting out the small candle in his mouth and tossing it aside. “You’re not the one in control here. I dominate you, understand?”

This gave Rarity quite a fright, but she knew she had to go through with it. “Y-yes, sir,” she said timidly. Italian smiled.

“I would prefer ‘Master,’ but pretty soon that won’t matter.” Italian found the ropes on the floor and prompted Rarity to splay out on the bed. With some expert hoofwork, he tied her legs to the bedposts and pulled the ropes snug. Rarity could already feel numbness where the ropes were cutting off her blood flow, but she knew it was better not to complain.

“Almost ready...” he said before pulling the ball gag from the nightstand.

“Whatever are you going to do with that?” Rarity asked, finding it easy to display the nervous fright of somepony just starting this kind of sexual act for the first time.

“Well, I’m certainly not going to gag myself with it...” he said. He wrapped the gag around her face and tightened it. Rarity struggled to breathe, but finally found a way to breathe through her nose in a way that would keep her from passing out. This was getting far too real far too quickly, and she could only hope they could get over this as soon as possible so she could say she was done with BDSM for a lifetime.

“I’m ready to begin,” Italian said in a voice dripping with malice. It was a testament to his acting ability that Rarity became legitimately scared, forgetting at that moment that he meant her no ill will. Italian took the whip into his mouth and cracked it in the air. Rarity could start to feel herself sweat, but an entirely different kind of moisture was beginning to gather further down her body. She hadn’t noticed it yet, but she would soon.

Italian whipped her in the gut, and Rarity’s cry of pain was stifled by the gag in her mouth. She winced as the pain coursed through her, and as he continued to whip her raw she was torn. Half of her was pleading for him to stop, but the other, more primitive half of her was enjoying every minute of this.

After being sufficiently whipped, Italian tossed it aside and went over to one of the candles. Even though she knew it was coming, she was hit with a fierce anxiety and an incredible anticipation simultaneously. He held the candle over her stomach and let the wax slowly drip down the side of it.

When the first drop made contact with her fur, Rarity’s eyes began to water as she screamed. The searing heat was making her sweat even more, but now she was finally noticing how incredibly turned on she was. She wanted nothing more than for him to ravage her while she laid helpless on the bed like this. Every drip of wax built the sexual intensity inside her, and the anticipation of his dick pounding her from within gave her a thrill unlike any she had ever felt. This was not some mere confrontation with Discord; this was true fear and true excitement in their rawest forms.

Deciding that there had been enough foreplay, Italian blew the candle out and climbed onto the bed. His dick stuck out from his loins and looked rock hard to Rarity, and what had been cries of pain became cries of longing for that dick to fill her from within. Italian didn’t wait for it, he entered her swiftly, aided by the juices that had formed in her crotch.

He had been rough before, but he attacked with an animalistic hunger this time as he slammed himself into Rarity as hard as he could. He almost wanted to take the gag off of her to hear what were undoubtedly the shrillest sex cries Rarity had ever hollered, but Hard Core had directed him to leave it on. Those cries were still apparent even through the gag, and they made him even more eager to be as rough as possible.

Rarity was now tearing up, the candle wax continuing to sear her fur and Italian’s rod searing her in an entirely different sense. She suddenly started convulsing as a rocking orgasm spread throughout her body. Her eyes rolled up as the pain and pleasure competed for her attention. Italian grabbed onto her hips for support and thrust back and forth until his own hot cum shot out of his cock.

This climax was the longest yet for the both of them, and when Rarity finally came down from her unequivocal high, Italian left her body and undid the ball gag. Rarity gasped for breath, not knowing what to say about the most thrilling experience of her life. Finally, she threw all sense of dignity to the winds and used her magic to free her from the ropes. Then, without warning, she pounced onto Italian and kissed him feverishly, almost trying to choke him with her tongue.

Technically the scene was supposed to be over now, but Hard Core encouraged the crew to keep filming. Italian, who was still in character, wrenched himself free from the kiss and smacked Rarity across the cheek.

Rarity was stunned, looking at Italian in a way she had never looked at him before, in total submission. He stared into her eyes, breathing heavily through his nose, and Rarity began to quiver with fear and longing. He then pulled her in close and began to kiss her again, grasping onto her mane and pushing her down on the bed.

The two of them had their hooves all over each other, scrambling to grasp at the other as much as possible. Italian pulled his mouth free from Rarity’s and bit her on the neck. Rarity, whose mouth was free for the first time in a while, let out cries of pleasure that spurred Italian on.

Overtaken by passion, Rarity’s horn glowed as she cast magic to spread waves of pleasure into Italian’s body. He was overcome with a feeling not unlike being massaged all across his body, especially his cock. It was like a hoofjob tenfold, and his once receding dick now flared up and grew hard again. Once Italian got used to Rarity’s magic, he plunged his dick into her with fervor.

Rarity rocked back and forth as her horn glowed brighter. Now it felt to Italian as though a dozen mares were kneading into him like he was dough at a bakery. The feeling overwhelmed him in a way he couldn’t explain, and he shot his sticky semen into Rarity’s waiting loins.

The feeling of the thick fluid coursing into her made Rarity shriek as a second orgasm rocked her, even more potent than the first. Now her cries could be heard loud and clear, and Hard Core knew he’d have to edit the sound so that the cries didn’t carry so much volume. Rarity’s horn burst with light as she came, and the sparkling magic flowed from her horn not unlike Italian’s cum until it vanished into thin air.

As Rarity began to cool down, she said the words that first came to mind, words which, after she said them, she knew immediately to be true.

“I love you.”

Italian felt as if he had been punched in the gut. His suspicions had been confirmed, as that had certainly not been in the script and Rarity would never break character deliberately. But they were still filming, so he had to reply with the natural reaction.

“I love you, too,” he whispered before kissing Rarity softly on the lips.

“Cut!” Hard Core cried, and Italian pulled away, now looking a little on edge.

“I don’t fucking believe you two!” Hard Core shouted, and at first Rarity thought he was mad at them for falling whims to the on-screen passions. Hard Core then let out a ghastly smile. “I’ve never seen two ponies fuck like that on film. This is gonna be huge! Rarity! You took that BDSM like a champ, and your aggression really captured the moment beautifully. Italian, I’ve gotta ask, how do you feel about that?”

“It was incredible,” he said, and that was no lie, although Rarity took it in an entirely different way.

“Rarity. How about you? What did that feel like?”

“I...oh, Celestia...I don’t think I have the words,” she said, her mind feeling completely scrambled. “Outrageously hot,” she finally answered.

“You’re fucking right about that!” Hard Core said, and he let out a whoop in the cavernous studio that echoed across the walls. “Okay, tomorrow we’re filming the anal, but I gotta say it’s gonna be hard to top what you two just did. Maybe we’ll go for sensuality over fiery passion, so it doesn’t look like we’re trying to follow this the same way. Get some rest, you two. You definitely deserve it.”

Rarity and Italian went to get their equipment taken off and their makeup removed. Rarity couldn’t help but gaze at Italian the entire time. Crimson Blush shook her head in disbelief.

“I’ve never seen something quite like that,” she said.

“Mm-hmm,” Rarity said.

“Are you actually listening to me, or are you still in dreamland?”

“What?” Rarity asked. “Oh, I guess I’m still shaken up after that scene.”

“Understandable, dear. Look, you an Italian did an amazing job. Keep it up, and you’ll be sure to get a huge paycheck when the profits come rolling in.”

Rarity’s makeup was now off, and it looked as though Italian was done about the same time. He was walking swiftly toward the door when Rarity galloped up to him.

“Do you want to go out for dinner?” she asked boldly, looking him in the face. Italian cringed; this is exactly what he had wanted to avoid.

“Rarity, look,” he said, stooping down so his head was level with her’s. “I’m gonna give you some advice. Don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“Oh,” Rarity said, unable to look at him any longer. “All right, then. Have a good night.”

“You, too,” Italian said, and the next couple of steps were some of the hardest he ever had to take.

Rarity steeled herself, trying to tell herself that at least she’d had the courage to ask, but her thoughts were beginning to overwhelm her and she felt faint. Deciding it was best to go back to her trailer and lie down for a while, she left the studio with great haste, hoping to forget the swift and ironic rejection that had blown past her.