Of Passions Hindered in Chains of Truth
“Oh Celestia! Harder!” Rarity cried through gritted teeth, her voice growling like a timberwolf as the stallion thrust violently into her, crushing her to the velvety carpet of her boudoir and simultaneously racking her body with convulsions that stirred through her loins.
Blue Note was working with only average sized equipment but he more than made up for it with tenacity and passion. Rarity’s legs trembled from the waves of rough joy radiating from her dripping sex as the stallion pinned her to the floor and fervently slammed his waist to meet the round curvature of the light gray mare’s full rump. Sloppy noises resonated through the room and died to the wails of tumultuous sex between the pair. Rarity’s rear legs screamed in agony, having been in a stretched up standing position while her upper body hugged the floor. Her back sang of ache as it once again was forced to uncomfortable alignments from the energetic male. This, however, only added to the fire which burned in her nethers.
Blue Note’s breathing became ragged as his pace steepened, thin ropes of fluid stretching and tearing as his hips yanked away from Rarity’s sizzling entrance only to be replaced by a new set of slippery tethers. She was getting close but so was he and the unicorn mare reached between her legs to latch onto the unseen throbbing cock. Her delicate hoof hooked and strummed quickly for only a second. He grunted, signaling that his throbbing member was ready to burst. Rarity, perceptive as always, moaned delicately and looked over her back to lock eyes, inviting the stallion to finish. It had been enough, Blue Note squelched and lurched free of Rarity’s love cradle to expel thick streams of white semen across her gray maredom, painting it (and the carpet below) in the color of lust. Rarity had been in the throes of orgasm as well and several slick spots joined the carpet’s jism-slashed appearance.
Gasping in cool bouts of air, Rarity gazed at her momentary lover and smiled with exhaustion. “Blue Note, darling. I would offer you… a moment to recuperate but you know I don’t abide lovers spending the night.” Her makeup had ran and painted her face with purplish sweat lines. A bit of mascara ran by her eyes, accentuating the delicate, effeminate features of her face. It had been a remarkable bout of lovemaking, enough for an encore, depending on the stallion. This time, however, she wanted to be alone.
Blue Note, not at all disheartened by Rarity’s words, only nodded and sucked in the sweet perfume of arousal that permeated the air. After a brief moment, he had collected himself enough to make his way towards the door, pausing momentarily to wink back at her. “Same time next week, Rarity?”
The unicorn gave him a look with her eyes that promised the next time they met, she would swallow him up voraciously. “Of course, my dear. I will be looking forward to it.”
Rarity waited until she heard the front door to Carousel Boutique slam closed before she climbed into her bed, her body more than pleased and simmering from the pounding it had taken. As satisfying as the evening had physically been she couldn't help but curl around, trying to make herself as little as possible to the world. Her body shook as tears pooled around her azure-colored eyes, dripping down the dark lines previously formed from the sweat of passion.
Her body was sticky with his semen, but the energy that so powerfully gripped her entire being moments ago was completely gone, leaving her feeling weak enough so that even to clean herself from the shame would be a difficult task. Soft sobs were the only sound to be heard from the canopied bed as the unicorn slowly, regretfully cried sleep closer.
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Rarity stirred from her slumber, the deeds of the night before living only at the edge of her consciousness. She groaned as she rolled over, it felt as if her spine had been replaced by hot coals and even such a small action broiled through her body. She mumbled under her breath, straightened her legs out, stretching the muscles of her lower body, and grimaced as she heard a series of enthusiastic cracks and pops that probably couldn’t be healthy. The burning sensation dissuaded a little but she accepted the fact that she would not sleep anymore this morning and turned to her back. She hooked her back hooves into the bed and pivoted her hips towards the canopy of the plush mattress making an unladylike squeak as another few discs painfully found their way back into proper alignment. The pleasure of the night before had so been worth the discomfort now.
She thought about Blue Note and his precious, pleasing color palette. He was like a dream given form with his capable but not overly brawny physique and seemingly unending energy. Not to mention a fairly nice cock hanging between his legs. Rarity frowned as she reminded herself that she had been with him too long already and would need to refuse any advancements after the next session they had together. She had started to become attached to the stallion, and it frightened her a little. She couldn’t afford a colt friend. Not now, not ever.
She let out a soft sigh and thought about the night before, sliding her hoof down her silky tummy to gently stroke against her sex. She wiggled into the soft pillows and let the memories of the night before cascade through her mind’s eye, her well-manicure hoof pressing, rubbing, and gently squeezing between her thighs. She moaned audibly and shivered, hers was a lust nearly unquenchable and yet a permanent lover she would not take. She had passed from lover to lover ever since her first, afraid to become too familiar and to hurt or be hurt. It was her secret, her curse, and her salvation. She remembered too well the events of her family’s former home in Hoofington and the heartache that …
“OOOOH!” Her body throbbed and spasmed as orgasm took her, writhing and drenching the sheets of her bed. That would help her get through the morning. She ventured a gaze down her body and giggled at what she saw. She could see semi-dried lines of fluid mussing the fur around her lovely slit. She couldn’t help but wonder how much of the love juice was Blue Note’s and how much was actually hers. Her magic was potent and she smiled blissfully. Males could unload the contents of their reproductive organs inside of her as much as they wanted and yet because of her magic, they were fooled. She knew she would never have to worry like other mares. It was, aside from her looks, one of her sure methods of attracting males. She could please and be pleased as much as she wanted and not worry about becoming with foal. She didn’t necessarily worry about her reputation. She was discreet and only rarely ventured from the house with a stallion. She simply brought them over, rutted like an animal, and sent them on their merry way. This type of relationship worked wonders in keeping them quiet, as they didn’t want to mess it up by blabbing too much to others. She didn’t mind a little talk, it opened up new opportunities, but she was quick to throw away a lover who blabbed too much.
Rarity, vivified by the short masturbation session, rolled from her bed and came to the large makeup table. She looked at herself and frowned; what a mess. For a moment she simply was disgusted but then smirked a little at the matted fur stained with sweat and sticky viscous fluids. She chuckled softly under her breath until she saw the dark lines of mascara that had formed from her tears the night before. A sigh filled her with a sense of remorse. She didn’t want to think that she had been used, au contraire, she had also used Blue Note. It was simply a game that she played to protect herself, but even the most raucous and thigh shivering romps brought about a sense of solitude after the seed had spilled and she was, once again, alone in the large bed. Sharing it with only herself, she would often clutch at pillows and dream of what a stallion to call her own might be like. Last night had been no exception and she had wafted to sleep in a very lonely and dark place. Rarity was isolated, strange to this world. She had her friends and those stallions that brought her immense pleasure for a short time, but ultimately she ended each day pretending to have somepony special. Somepony she could love and who loved her back. Somepony who she could trust and forge a real relationship with. Somepony she could wake up with.
The thought broke a fresh shedding of tears but it was something the grayish unicorn had come to live with. Solitude was her companion and she had things to do. She couldn’t afford to feel sorry for herself right now.
Quickly stripping the bed and soaking the sheets and blankets for wash, Rarity leapt into her tub and treated herself to the steaming water and decadent display of bubbles. Before long, she had cleaned and made herself presentable for the day. Newly made up and radiating beauty and elegance, Rarity went downstairs to open Carousel Boutique, consciously happy to show dresses and cut patterns for the mares who requested her service. But, somewhere at the fringes of her mind a cold pellet waited, unobserved but objectively felt, the resonating misery of seclusion.
Author's Note
I hope you enjoy this for it is my first attempt. Thank you for your time.
