Deeeeep Research.

If you had one shot, one opportunity, would you capture the rare chance, or let it slip?

(To enhance the upcoming seen, play this song, and read slowly)

"Mr. St. Clair? You are being charged with the rape of a royal: Princess Luna. How do you plea?"

"Guilty, sir."

"Are you aware of the penalty for this capital charge is death?"

"Yes, sir."

"And are you also aware that only being in this country with a work visa allows you the right to head home and be tried by a jury of your peers, yet you refuse this right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well."

(fast forward, after confession)

"In light of your confession, I would try to lift the penalty, but for a capital crime, I can not. I suggest you consider changing your plea, for after this, there is no going back."

"No, sir."

(fast forward)

"Mr. St. Clair, on being found guilty of first degree rape of a royal, you have been sentenced to death by hanging. Any last words?"

"Tell her I'm sorry. And sir? Please don't put the bag on my head. I don't want to go to the dark. I'm afraid of the dark."

Everyone stares as the anthro's hand reaches for the lever, and then.....

*click*

"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" I yelled, sitting straight up in my bed, heart racing with fear. I rubbed around my neck, not finding a rope. It took me a moment to get my bearing, and realize I just had a bad dream. "Ok, ok...just a bad dream." I sighed, heart slowing down, for a moment. Then I looked to the right of me, and saw Octavia. I smiled, until my mind mentally bitch slapped me. "WAIT, WHAT?!" I yelled, launching off my bed. I grabbed my head, and started hyperventilating, trying to come up with a logical explanation. Why was she here?! What was she doing in my bed?! WHY was she naked?!?! Then, I remembered last night....Christ was it all real? Then I heard a moan, followed by the rustling of sheets, which pulled me from my thoughts. Here's to hopping she remembers...

"Eek! What am I doing here?! And why am I NAKED?!" I heard her yell. Nothing can be easy, right?

"Hey, easy, easy..." I said, trying to comfort her. The reply I got was plate-like eyes staring at me. "Do you remember anything about last night?" She turned her head at an angle, like in thought.

"Oh..." she whispered face turning red with embarrassment. "Emile, I'm sorry, I didn't have control of my actions, and I-" I put a finger to her lips.

"It's all right. You don't have to apologize. Besides, I said I liked it, and I meant it." I gave her a smile. "Now, how about some breakfast? My treat."

"Okay, but I don't have any clothes."

"That's all right. You can use some of mine. They may be lose, but they'll cover you."

"Thank you." I decided to treat her to my favorite café, Smokey Row. It's a great place to grab a cup of coffee and something to eat. I got us a platter of biscuits and gravy, and I don't know how they kept it on the plate, but it was pilled. We decided to stick with one plate and share it. While we were eating, a friendly face decided to come by.

"Hello Rarity. How are you today?" I gave her a big smile.

"I'm doing just fine darling." she said with less enthusiasm then I expected. Looking at her closely, she looked kind of run-down, which is unusual for her.

"Is every thing all right, Rarity?"

"No, no, nothing's right. Stylists exams are coming up, and I don't have a model, dress, or idea of a dress." she said with a hefty sigh. "What am I to do?" Then I said something before my mind caught up to me.

"I'll do it."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Yeah, I'll be your model, as long as you make a tux instead of a dress."

"Really?! Thank you darling! Come by my place at noon, and we'll start from there, ok?"

"Noon. Gotcha."

"Good. Again, thank you for doing this. I'll see you soon." she said, getting up, and walked away, ending our conversation.

"Hey Tavi? I'm gonna go home and shower. Do you want me to take you home?"

"No, I'll get home myself. Thank you for breakfast." I nodded, and turned to walk out the door. "Oh, Emile? Please keep that thing between us, okay?"

"No promises." I said with a smile, and I left.

(One shower later)

"Again, I can't thank you enough for doing this, Emile." Rarity said, as she was gathering her materials.

"It's no problem at all." I replied. "So what is you need me to do?" I was answered by a pair of white shorts hitting me in the face.

"I need you to strip and put those on. They're compression shorts. They'll allow me to get a better measurement on everything, than having to deal with cumbersome clothes. You can change behind that curtain over there." she pointed to a corner that had what looked like a shower certain hanging. I went over with no objections, not even thinking about how one change can lead to something unexpected.

Rarity watched as the man modeling for her walked behind the curtain. It wasn't required for him to change, but she had to see him with as little clothing as possible. Since Twilight was in heat, so was she, since their heat cycles were synced. Just a taste should satisfy her, right? Just a look? How wrong she was.

I walked back around the curtain with the shorts on, and nothing else. I saw the look on Rarity's face, and smiled. "See something you like?" I asked jokingly. That seemed to snap her out of her trance.

"What? Oh! No, um... I was just trying to come up with an idea." she said, appearing very flustered. Yeah, sure you were.

"Where do you need me to stand?"

"Um..right here." she pointed to a pedestal next to her. And thus started the repeating process of measuring, and writing. She was thorough, i'll give her that. Only when she took my waist size did something seem off. Instead of starting the tape behind me, she leaned in, wrapping it around the other way, her head seemed to rest on my stomach. Yet, I dismissed it, for I knew nothing about taking measurement for an article of clothing. However, said problem was mere evident when she went to measure my thighs. After taking the first, she stopped  just before she wrapped around my left thigh. Her face was crimson, and she seemed to be taking deep breaths, for I felt the movement of air across my leg, as to calm herself. Then I smelled the smell. A kind of smelly smell, that smelled ...smelly. (Dear Celestia, did I just quote SpongeBob in a clopfic?)

It smelled very.... musky.

"Rarity...?"

She had to calm herself. That sight of Emile in those compression shorts, along with his sweet, toned muscles, almost made her melt. 'Calm yourself, Rarity.' she thought, trying to psych herself out. 'You onlt have to take a few measurements, and he can be on his way.' She took the standard measurements, arm length, shoulder to shoulder, chest to waist. However, when she got to the waist, she started to lose control.

'I'll just take the measurement backwards, so I can feel him. A touch should be enough to calm me.' she thought, trying to rashinalise her actions. How wrong she was. It drove her over the edge. 'My, god, he's probably so large! No! No, don't think like that, your better than that. Just two more measurements, his thighs' Yet, this was possiblely the worst situation she could have been in. She had taken the first without a hitch, yet as she was retracting to take his second thigh, her hand brushed his manhood. Her face flushed, it took everything in her power to not just pull down the shorts, and start sucking him.

'Calm yourself, Rarity! He didn't seem to notice. Just take deep breathes, in and out... oh, god.' At least he didn't notice the horrible fight between instinct and control going on inside her.

"Rarity...?"

'Shit...!'

"Rarity, are you wearing a new perfume?" he asked her casually, besides the fact that his head just exploded from two tiny wire connecting, my hypothesis and last night. He smelled the exact same smell, but just mistoke it for the sex.

"Um... N-n-no, darling" she replied shakily, breaking her trance. I would hate myself later, but I had to be sure. I was going to have to twist her heat to my advantage.

"Well, what ever it is.." I said, lifting her head, giving my best fake smile ever, "it's very attractive." I could feel her shudder in my hand, her eyes closing, obviously trying to control herself. Just one last push should do it. "Is there something your not telling me?" My answer was a very passionate kiss.

"Rarity, are you wearing a new perfume?" he asked. Perfume? She hadn't put any.... and her mind did a mental round house kick to her face. Could he smell her? Her juices? She didn't even realize she was leaking.

She had to try to cover up.

"Um... N-n-no, darling." was all she could muster. She was going to lose it. She couldn't take it. Then, he pushed her over the edge.

"Well, what ever it is," he started as lifted her face. 'Even his touch is making me blush.' she thought.

"It's very attractive." he finished. And that was all she needed. Her control was gone, and nature took over. "Rarity, is there something your not telling me?" 'Yes!' she thought, as she moved her lips up to his.

To be honest, even though he expected a kiss, how passionate it was threw him off. At first it was just a lip lock, like she was trying to stop, but she seemed to relax, as her tounge entered his mouth, wrestling his like two bikini babes in a mud wrestling contest: slik, warm, and highly arousing. And the sweetness of her lip gloss. It tasted like a grape soda, and was possibly the reason her returned the kiss back, just as passionately. After about a minute, she broke the kiss to breath, and to speak.

"Emile, I am so sorry. I just had to." she said, her face looking as guilty as hell.

"It's all right. I enjoyed it, very much."

"Really? Well, that's some what of a relief.... oh-" she moaned. I suddenly felt pressure on my crotch, and looked down to see my member pressing against her thigh. For compression shorts, they weren't compressing a whole lot. "I can feel you enjoyed it as much as I did." she moaned again. That moaning wasn't really helping the case, not that I minded. A sudden, and evil smile crossed her purple lips.

"Darling, I think its rude that we don't give junior some attention, don't you think so?" she said, biting her lower lip as she said it. Wow, insecure to seductive in ten seconds. Rarity, your name needs to be in the Guiness book of world records. Yet, I complied.

"I do." I said. "What would you like to do about it?"

"Oh just sit down dear, and let mommy do the rest." was her reply. Jesus, I forgot she said that from time to time. And the way she said it sent tingles of arousal down my spine. I happily complied.

The moment I sat, the shorts were off and she went to work, sucking my full length in the first go. If she wasn't going slow, I would have burst, right then, right there. I was in heaven as my head hit the back of her throat each time she went down in her suck, her tongue  doing circles around my shaft. Every so often, she would come full out, with a satisfying slurp, and lick me, balls, to head. Obviously, this was from experience. I was enjoying this, letting out groans of pleasure and her name, as she changed her tactic every so often, from licking it like a popsicle, to literally throat-fucking me. Yet, she all of a sudden, stopped.

I watched her walk over to a counter, grab a piece of cloth, and walk back over.

"It's to muffle my moans, so no one hears this little activity." she explained, pointing at the cloth. I now knew what was coming next.

I watched as she tied it around her mouth, and lift up her skirt, revealing no panties. She walked over, both of us shuddering with excitement. She squatted, and slowly moved her hips forward, until my head reached her pushy lips, parting them like revolving doors, and slide in like a bar of soap slipping from you grasp. Even though she was gagged, I swear her moan was louder than mine. Fully inside, already pressing against her womb, she sat there for a few moments, trying not to lose her self and fuck me madly. Slowly, ever so slowly, up and down, she moved. She was so tight, her vagina walls already clamping my cock, as she already neared an orgasm. After few cycles of up and down, she went full on, and just grinned, riding out her intense orgasm. The cloth wasn't like it was doing anything to muffle her screams of pleasure.

After about her third orgasm, something stirred inside me. No, it wasn't my orgasm, it was something else, a feeling. Dominance. That's what it was. And with this feeling, I grabbed her shoulders, and stood up. I saw her eyes roll back into her head with pleasure. Now, along with her weight, if it was possible, I would have gone into her womb. It was my turn now.

I started thrusting, uncontrolled, because I had never been in that position, yet I found a rhythm, and she matched it. We were in pure ecstasy, each of us getting closer. Yet that feeling stirred inside of me again. I wanted the world to know, she was mine. So, I undid the cloth. Use to the muffled moans, I cringed at the sudden change in pitch, yet it rapidly became very arousing. I started thrusting harder, faster, earning more elicit moans and screams of pleasure. I locked lips with her, as I got very close. She could tell I was close, for I didn't even have to ask for where she wanted it. She just moaned 'inside!' as we were kissing. And that's what I did. We both released our tension, yelling each others name.

After a few moments of both of us reaching our peak, we stared into each others eyes, and I felt another feeling I never knew before. Love. Genuine love. As I looked down, to set her down, I saw something that made me chuckle. On my crotch, around my dick, was a purple kiss mark.