Natural Medicine

by Gypsy Writefag

Rating: mature
Tags: Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Romance, Sex, Slice of Life, Human
Length: 8749

You have an appointment with Rarity, but find her sick in bed in her home. Naturally, you do your best to nurse her back to health, like the man you are.

Rarity is bed-ridden, and as a result, your appointment with her is canceled. Seeing her ill and in such a weakened state, the compassion in your heart lights up. Nursing her back to health is the plan of action, as that's what friends do for each other, and there is absolutely nothing sexual about that.

At all.

Contains human on pony.

Published 2013-11-16 23:20:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-16 23:20:03 UTC

Poor Anon

You can barely wrap your mind around the events of the day prior. Not only does it seem completely implausible, but there is a huge distraction sitting right in front of your face: waffles. Blueberry waffles. Which Rarity made. Falling ill seemed to have been a blessing in disguise, or perhaps you died and went to heaven. Even with your nose clogged and mouth full of saliva, you can still appreciate all the intricacies of Rarity's craft.

"Oh dear", Rarity chuckles. "Enjoying your breakfast, are you?"

Lifting your eyes from the delicious brown waffles, you are met with a pair of teasing blue eyes and a smirk.

"What?" you mumble with your mouth full.

"Nothing, darling." Rarity's having trouble keeping up appearances. "You're just moaning. Quite loudly."

You grumble as she laughs and revert your attention to eating and savouring the flavour. If it wasn't for her cooking, this day would be absolutely terrible. Staying in bed all day is only fun if it's a choice.

"So..." Rarity says with a content sigh. As no further words follow, you glance up at her. Her smile has changed to one of genuine happiness, and her deep blue eyes reflect that.

"So?" you echo.

"Anon." She looks you right in the eye and puffs herself up a bit. "I need to know. Was it just an act of passion, or is there more to our friendship than I thought?"

The silence is only pierced by the sound of you munching away on a particularly syrup-covered piece of waffle. Aside from this, not a word is spoken between you, and you simply stare at the slightly nervous mare in confusion.

"What?" you finally ask.

Rarity closes her eyes and rubs her temples. "Yesterday, dear. Everything that we did, was it just a fling or have we become an item?"

You lift an eyebrow at her strange words. "An item?"

"A couple!" she finally groans. "A pair! Dating! You and me! Long walks in the moonlight and so on!"

"Oh." You once again fill your mouth to the brim with waffle. "I'm eating waffles."

"Wh-What?!"

Peaking at her, you notice her face is quite flustered, and a small, stormy cloud seems to have appeared above her head. Normally, a more frightening sight could not be imagined, but as sickness has taken your body, it's a lot harder to find the energy to be afraid. Besides, waffles.

"Let me just finish", you manage to squeak through your full mouth.

"Anon, this is important to me!" she scowls.

"Waffles are pretty important to me too", you mutter.

"I can't believe you sometimes!"

Unable to keep your juvenile mind at bay, you respond. "Yeah, I can be pretty amazing." Before giving Rarity a chance to let loose her anger, you add: "These waffles are God-tier, by the way."

"What does that even mean?!" Rarity blurts out in frustration. According to her eyes, she's getting close to boiling over.

"They're amazing", you clarify. Even in her angered state, you see her lighten up a bit at the compliment. "Seriously, these are the best I've ever had."

"Well! ... Thanks." Her muscles loosen up, and she sighs lightly.

"So..." you say. Rarity finally looks at you in anticipation rather than anger. "Do you want us to be 'an item'?"

Although the subject is important to her, she still finds the time to roll her eyes at your bad impression of her speech. "That's what I asked YOU."

"And I'm asking you, too", you respond quietly.

The air falls silent, now without any more bakery to break it. A thick silence hangs over the two of you while each waits for the other to make the first move. No breaths are taken, and your muscles feel tense. It's a waiting game, and you dare not take a wrong step.

Finally, Rarity sighs heavily and looks down at the bed. "Well, I-"

"*ACHOO*!"

You couldn't stop it, it was all too sudden, and now a Rarity covered in your snot sits in front of you with a horrified expression chiseled in her face. Her pristine, white coat, ruined by the most disgusting of all things. Hell is about to be unleashed, and you silently pray to whatever gods inhabits Equestria.

"You... You..."

"I'm sorry!" you sniff, trying to clean your nose. "I didn't-"

"You ruffian!"

Rarity throws herself at you in a fit of rage, and the last thing you see are her wide, fire-filled eyes. In your state, she easily overpowers you and throws you onto the bed; she falling on top of your chest.

"My beautiful coat!" she roars as she throws a barrage of hooves at your chest. Thankfully she doesn't put all of her strength into it, and the blows feel more like pats on the back than anything else.

"I'm sorry!" you yell as you block your face with your arms. "It was an accident!"

"MY COAT!" Her roar is ear-splitting, and you're pretty sure she accidentally let out some spit, as your face feels distinctly wetter than before.

Her blows lose their strength quickly, and it isn't long before she collapses on your chest, huffing and puffing like an angry child. Now that she is no longer angry and the room is somewhat silent, it feels rather nice. You smile to yourself, wrap your arms around her body and hug her with a content sigh.

"I like this", you say quietly. Rarity chuckles and returns the hug. "I'd like to be 'an item'."

"If that's the case", Rarity pants. "You better stop making fun of my voice."

"Not a chance, *cough*."

For a while the two of you lay there, holding each other close and enjoying the silence. Rarity's body is so much cooler than your own, and it feels refreshing to share this hug. Perhaps laying around like this could cure you faster than normally, although lying here is completely worth the clogged nose.

"Anon?" Rarity says in a surprised fashion. "Do you have... a stiffie?"

"Excuse me?" You gasp as you feel Rarity's leg shuffle about before finding your groin. She chuckles cheerfully as she rubs the blankets covering your body.

"Really, now. Have you no sense of decency?"

"Rarity, I do not have-" You are immediately silenced as she pushes down with her knee.

"Oh, so you don't, do you?" she smirks. "This is not at all what a gentlecolt should be like."

With the glow of her horn, she easily throws the blankets to the ground, exposing your still naked body. Getting redressed was not at all on your mind, but now you feel like an idiot for not showing at least a shed of decency.

As her eyes run down your body and ends at your groin, she smiles widely. "But I'll let it slide this one time."

A staggered moan escapes your throat as she puts her hoof onto your shaft and slowly starts caressing it. Just as the day prior, her fur feels fantastic on your exposed skin; arguably more so now that she is fully groomed.

"You did help me get better", she says in her most seductive tone, which she has absolutely nailed. "It seems only fair that I repay the favour."

"Please do", you squeak as her hoof runs lower and fondles your balls. All of her movements are slow and careful, as if handing a precious gem. Whereas yesterday was far more wild, this slow approach is much better in its own regard.

Rarity leans forward until her face is right in front of yours. Her hot breath tickles your skin, and her perfume is putting your mind in a trance. The subtle, light smell of peaches is inviting, and you find yourself leaning in to taste her lips. Before you can kiss that beautiful mare, however, she grabs a hold of your lower lip with her teeth, biting it gently.

"Mmh... Have you no shame?" Her whisper crawls into your ear and unlocks the cage to your inner animal. "A mare presents herself to you, and you just let go?"

"O-Only when it's you", you stutter, whispering right back at her.

"That's what I like to hear", she chuckles. Her teeth press down harder on your lip, inflicting a small amount of pain, but the pleasure brought by her hoof far outweighs it. How she manages to be so flexible with her limb, you have no idea, but it feels as if she has a thousand fingers wrapping lightly around your shaft and stroking away.

"H-Holy shit..." you mutter. Just as you are about to close your eyes, Rarity encourages you to keep them open with her own. Letting go of such a beautiful sight is difficult.

"Am I good enough for you, darling?" she whispers. As if knowing exactly when you are to respond, she increases the pressure of her bite, causing you to moan loudly.

"Yes! P-Perfect!"

"Oh, so you want more?"

Rarity lets go of your lip, leaving it slightly swollen and sore, but not before kissing it lightly with a chuckle. Her hoof also leaves your body, much to your dismay. A sense of loss fills your body, as if a void has been left behind by her graceful hoof. That void, however, is quickly filled as she quickly slips down your body and leaves her head right in front of your groin.

"This time, you'll see what I'm truly capable of", she whispers. Before you can figure out what she means, she lifts your cock with her magic, enveloping it once again in the warmth of her telekinesis.

You never break the eyesight, as the commanding look on her face entices you never close your eyes ever again. Although her face is hidden somewhat behind your now standing manhood, you can still spot the smirk in the corners of her mouth. She simply stares back at you, and the anticipation leaves your body twitching.

Without another word, she lifts her head and opens her mouth. A drop of saliva lands right on your tip and slides down your shaft. Although little, the stimulation far exceeds anything you could imagine. It creeps down to your balls at a snail's pace, and the moment it completes its descent, Rarity's head follow suit.

Rarity's tongue exits her mouth slowly, like a dragon peaking its head outside of a cave. This particular dragon, however, does far more than peak. With grace beyond that of most, she trails the tip of her tongue over your glans, eliciting a loud moan from your throat and causing your cock to throb uncontrollably.

"Mmh, I take it you enjoy that?" she smirks.

"Y-Yes! Dear God..."

"Darling, you haven't seen anything yet."

You shiver in anticipation of what's to come, but it lasts no longer than a split second. As a repeat performance, Rarity opens her mouth wide and lets you inside the soft comfort of her mouth. Healthy as she is, however, she doesn't gag in the slightest as she takes you in all the way to the base. Instead, she moans sensually all throughout, leaving you with not only physical stimulation, but sweet music in your ears.

"Oh my-! W-Wow!" Words fail you, and so does your ability to speak. Looking down, you see Rarity comfortably sitting on the bed with the entirety of your dick inside her mouth and throat. There's not a single tear in her eye. In fact, she's still smirking. It seems to be child's play to her, and she revels in watching you squirm in front of her.

"R-Rarity, I c-can't- OH GOD!"

With no regard for your word, she starts bobbing her head up and down at an impressive pace. Despite her small frame, she uses her mouth on you as was it an entirely different hole. Your upper half easily slides into the tight confinement of her throat while her tongue caresses your lower half with grace and care. Every lick is done with precision and methodical care. Nothing is left untouched, and nothing could be as good.

"F-Fuck... M-More!" you moan, causing Rarity to let out a muffled chuckle.

Complying with your wish, she presses her face downwards until her muzzle is in contact with your groin. With the entirety of your dick once again inside her mouth, she sits tight for a moment, wrapping her tongue around your shaft inside her mouth. In a display of incredible flexibility and strength, she starts sliding her tongue up and down your shaft, effectively jerking you off with her warm, soft tongue.

"HOLY SHIT!" It feels as if your body is going to explode any second, and the heat coursing through you is more akin to molten lava than anything else. Lying still is impossible, and you even find yourself thrusting slightly upwards, wanting more of her expert treatment.

Seeing your reaction, Rarity speeds things up. Gripping you tighter with her flexible tongue, she increases the speed of her stroking. Meanwhile, she uses the muscles in her throat to tighten the pressure on your upper half.

"R-Rarity! I, I can't-!" you yell out, warning her of the impending explosion. The look on her face, to both your surprise and excitement, is full of encouragement. Not only does her eyes tell you to spray your seed directly down her throat, but she increases the ferocity of her stroking even further.

Your hand frantically moves around the bed before finally finding Rarity's head. Shaking as you are, you grab a hold of the first and best thing you can find: her horn. Rarity shrieks underneath your grip, and her eyes grow wide in a split-second. You have no idea what's going on, but you can't stop yourself from somewhat stroking her now glowing horn as your body spasms.

Inside her mouth, the movement of her tongue immediately changes pace. Whereas every move prior was done with care and grace, the moment your fingers grips her horn, she sloppily starts licking away. Large amounts of saliva is smothered all over your dick, and it's more than enough to send you over the edge.

With the most satisfied roar the world has ever heard, your hand frantically strokes her horn. In her tight throat, your dick throbs uncontrollably before finally letting loose a tsunami of your sperm. Rarity grunts loudly before immediately starting to swallow every drop of semen. Her gulps makes her walls clamp down even further on your dick, and it feels as if her throat is directly milking you.

While your body is squirming and shaking in the bed as you empty yourself into her throat, Rarity slams her eyes shut and moans loudly. A burning hot warmth envelops your hand, which only cause you to move it faster than before in order to avoid being burnt. Only when coming down from your high of pleasure do you realize what exactly is going on.

Rarity's horn is glowing brighter than ever before, and that light seems to have transferred to her eyes, too. Although shut, you can see shimmers of magical energy pouring out from underneath her eyelids. Her entire body is shaking violently with the power coursing through her, and the sudden realisation causes you to pump your hand even faster.

In the blink of an eye, however, you wish you hadn't. A large ball of energy is formed nearly instantaneously at the tip of her horn, and you feel extreme heat radiating off of it. You immediately let go of her horn, hoping to stop whatever destructive spell is about to go off, but too late. Rarity rears her head backwards, letting go of your cock in the process, and screams in undistilled ecstasy.

The ball shoots straight up into the air and explodes, leaving you gripped in fear for what seems like an eternity. The explosion, however, destroys nothing in the room. As the ball shatters from the density of its own energy, speckles of light soar through the room, illuminating every corner and heating up the place immensely.

Rarity, like the day prior, collapses on your chest as her scream dies off. You, however, are wide awake and attentive, as the magical sight of the exploding ball has your rapt attention.

"Wow..." you mutter to yourself as some of the speckles soar through the room like comets.

"Wow indeed..." Rarity echoes through her panting. "So that's... what a hornjob is like..."

Grabbing a hold of her shaking body, you pull Rarity up to you and embrace her from behind. Once she finally notices the magical energies swirling around the room, she squees like a filly and smiles broadly.

"Magnificent..." she says quietly. "Brilliant... Stunning..."

"Yeah, it's, *cough*, pretty amazing", you say in agreement. "You treatment didn't seem to work, though."

Rarity turns her head and pecks you on the lips with a chukle. "You make that sound like a bad thing, my dear."

"I'm sick", you deadpan. "Of course it's bad."

"Really, now?" she responds in a sing-song voice as she snuggles up to you. "You get to lay here and be taken care of by me."

You open your mouth to respond but swiftly close it. With a contemplating look, you finally respond. "Good point."

"I know it is, my 'item'."

Both of you lean in to a short, exhausted, but very passionate kiss. Your lips are tingling from her bite, and the sweet freshness of her lips feel invigorating to touch. Breaking the kiss, the two of you watch the remaining light dart around the room before finally fizzling out, leaving only a light, comfortable silence, you, Rarity, and of course the exciting feeling of something new. The beginning of a new chapter in both your lives.

Poor Rarity

Another day in Ponyville, another day of utter relaxation. Being on pony welfare is top notch. Whoever is in charge of the royal bank, you praise the sun for their decision to let you in on it. Whether Celestia thinks you're too dumb to do actual work or just sympathising with you, you don't know. All you know is the fantastic feeling of pockets full of dosh.

Well, utter relaxtion may be an overstatement. Rarity needed you yet again to take measurements and create another of her masterpieces. She really did enjoy the challenge of sewing for a non-pony species. There weren't many non-ponies around Ponyville, and those who were usually weren't all too social; Zecora being the prime example.

Still, standing around for a couple of hours and talking to Rarity was always good fun. She was... nice. In a totally platonic way, of course. Well-mannered, well-dressed, well-spoken. A lot of "well"'s. Though she could be sort of arrogant and stubborn at times, but she was still an incredible pony. In a completely non-sexual way.

If she ever found out about the late nights spent furiously... playing, while thinking of her, she would throw a hissy fit more horrifying than mind could imagine. There was no helping it, however. The way her hindquaters sway as she walks is deliberately attractive. Surely she is doing it on purpose.

You shake your head and inhale deeply. There is no need for these kinds of thoughts; you have a standing-around-date to keep in mind. Rarity needs all of your attention today, but perhaps not every little part of it. Popping a boner right in front of her is not the optimal course of action.

With brisk steps you stride through Ponyville with a smile. Your genuine happiness seems to radiate off you and smitten the ponies around you. All of them, even the ones you barely know, smile back and wave. It's a wonderful feeling. Sort of like walking on sunshine. Perhaps there is more to that song after all.

After many handwaves at passersby, you find yourself face to face with the familiar building. Although you and Rarity know each other very well, you still show respect for the fashionista and knock lightly on the door. The response, however, isn't at all what you expected.

"Uhhh... Come in."

Her voice is sluggish and her words grumbled. This isn't like Rarity at all. Furrowing your brows, you carefully open the door and step inside.

The place is a mess. An absolute, terrifying mess. Granted, Rarity wasn't exactly a saint of neatness, but she wasn't usually this bad. What strikes you as more odd, though, is the fact that Rarity isn't in the room. It's noon, she should be working.

"Rarity?" you call out. According to the muffled grumbling, Rarity is upstairs in the bedroom.

You leap up the stairs in just a few steps. Pony staircases always seemed ridiculously small to you, but to be fair their legs were quite a bit shorter than yours. Before even reaching the top, you can clearly hear Rarity whining quietly to herself inside the bedroom.

A slight sense of panic grips you. What if something happened to Sweetie Belle? Or perhaps she's going out of business! Maybe she had a fight with Rainbow Dash again? Or it may even-

As you push the door open, every panicked thought leaves your head immediately. In her bed lies a slightly green, coughing fashionista with enormous bags under her eyes. Even though she looks horrible, you can't help but smile just a little. Her ruffled mane and fluffed coat looks quite adorable on the otherwise beautiful mare.

"Hello, Anon..." she mumbles.

"Hey. I'm ready to stand around like a mannequin for two hours." You grin broadly at your sick friend.

"Funny", she deadpans before coughing pathetically. "I'm afraid that will have to wait. Sorry, darling."

You chuckle to yourself before approaching the bed and gently sitting down beside her. She is in a horrible state. In fact, you've never seen her like this before. Now that you think about it, you've never seen her sick. It's quite unlike her.

"How are you feeling?" you ask calmly.

"Splendid..." She deadpans a lot while sick, apparently.

Ignoring her sarcastic remark, you place a hand on her forehead. She shivers at your touch, and for good reason. The poor mare is burning hot; she feels more like an active volcano than anything else.

"That's a hell of a fever you've got going", you say. She whinnies quietly in response.

The moment you lift your hand, she irks her head upwards toward it, causing you to pause your movement.

"Could you... Could you put it back?" When she sees your bewildered eyes, she adds: "It felt nice."

You never were one to decline a lady, and you gently lay your hand back on her forehead. She snuggles into the bed and coos quietly. A smile has even appeared on her weary face. It's nice to see her smile through the sickness.

"So, uh", you begin nervously. "Anything else I can do for you?"

To your surprise, she answers seriously. "Give me your other hand."

Unsure what will come of it, you simply stick out your left hand and let her grab it. Before you know it, she's pressed it up against her chin and is hugging it like a teddy bear. Her soft fur feels spectacular, and when she starts snuggling into your hand, you have to fight the urge to glee loudly.

"Thank you, Anon." She coughs quietly, but makes sure to not hit your hand. Even when sick she's nice.

"You're... welcome."

For a while you just sit there, with your hands overtaken and being snuggled by Rarity. It's a nice, warm feeling. It's not quite the level of what you've been hoping to achieve with this particular mare, but it is nice. At least until-

"*ACHOO*!" In a split second, your hand is covered in the most disgusting substance known to man: snot.

You sigh heavily and close your eyes. It was bound to happen, but still.

"Oh, darling, I am so sorry!"

Here we go.

"I really do apologize for such... disgusting actions!"

"Rarity."

"And here I was trying to be lady-like-"

"Rarity!"

She cowers in the bed for a split-second before realizing it's just you. With your snot-covered hand sitting inches from her face, you look her in the eye.

"You're sick. It's to be expected", you smile. "If I could borrow a tissue, though, that'd be nice."

"O-Of course", she responds awkwardly.

You didn't need her permission, but asking was always a good idea. Avoiding her fury, or rather passive-agressiveness, is always recommended.

Wiping away the snot is a messy affair. With a sneeze of that caliber, a whole three tissues are needed, and each of them are left soaking. Still, you manage to clean your hand completely, but you make a mental note to wash it several times before the day is over.

"Well, there we go", you say as you throw the last tissue in the bin next to the bed. "Want my hand back?"

"I wouldn't want another accident like that-" she begins.

"Hey, it's all right."

"So perhaps you could rub my belly instead?"

"What?"

Looking her in the eye, behind her tired and sick facade, you see just a glimt of something else. A mixture of something sinister and inviting. And while the two of you exchange looks, she slowly slides down the blanket, revealing her fluffy stomach. Ponies' fur look quite different when it hasn't been groomed.

"Really?" You gulp once, louder than you had hoped.

"Sure, darling." She coughs quietly before nodding. "Your hands are quite cool, which feels splendid."

Pearls of sweat are forming on your forehead, but it's now or never. It isn't exactly... well, what many nights are spent thinking about, but it still strikes you as important. No pony, other than Pinkie of course, has ever asked for belly rubs.

You move your slightly shaky hand forward until it finally connects with her pristine white belly. The moment the two of you touch, she squees quietly. Rarity NEVER squees. That ability is left solely in the hands of Sweetie Belle and Pinkie Pie.

She closes her eyes and inhales quietly. With no protests leaving her mouth, you slowly start sliding your hand slightly up and down her belly, rubbing it like it was a fragile vase.

"Mmh... that feels splendid, but..." Alarm bells immediately go off in your head. "Could you perhaps go a bit faster?"

"F-Faster?" you mumble. She simply nods quietly.

All right, Anon, here we go. This is the moment you've been waiting for. Don't fuck this up. Be gentle, but firm. It's your ticket to greatness!

You immediately set off into some pseudo-spastic movements with your hand. The pace of your rubbing changes every split-second, and you push down harder than you wanted. Yet Rarity moans, and quite loudly so. Although she's sick, it is like the song of angels cascading your ears.

"Oh, darling, faster!"

You comply, rubbing your hand up and down her soft stomach at a rapid pace. With the increased speed comes increased movements, and you suddenly realize how dangerously close you're getting to her lower end. In fact, with her having closed her eyes, you snatch a peak downwards and find a glimpse of those puffy, pink lips.

"Yes, mmh, that's good..." she moans. Sweat is rapidly running down your face, and you're certain you're blushing harder than a teenager with his first adult magazine in hand.

"A little lower, perhaps?"

Your hand stops and your eyes snap to her face. "W-What?"

She slowly opens her eyes, but only slightly so. Either her sickness is really getting to her, or she is actually giving you the bedroom eyes.

"Lower."

Her voice is calm and collected. Methodical, even, and this time, there is no request, only a command.

Nervously you shuffle your hand downwards, inching down her stomach and towards the very gate to heaven. Neither of you blink, and neither of you break the connection between your eyes. You're constantly waiting for her to tell you "red light", yet her mouth never opens. It only transforms slowly into a devious, inviting smile.

"Lower", she says, dissatisfied with your slow movement.

You stop and clear your throat. "Rarity, are you all right?"

Immediately after speaking, you're screaming at yourself on the inside for pausing. After all this time, you still have the qualities of a beta male.

"What?" she blurts out.

"Well, it's just that, this -" You glance down at your hand resting mere inches from her most sacred of places "- Is not... like you."

With a loud grunt, she buries her face in her hooves. "For goodness sake, Anon! Will you just shut up and appreciate the fact that I'm, *cough*, letting you do this?"

Emerging from the hoofy wall is a very serious, condescending gaze. Inside your head is a not-so-little voice practically screaming "I TOLD YOU SO!"

"S-Sorry", you mumble before once again beginning you descent. Thankfully, Rarity immediately shifts back into her joyful cheer and moans; this time quite loudly so.

And then it happens: the tip of your fingers come in contact with the most forbidden, tasty fruit in the garden. Even this slightest of connection is enough to make Rarity's eyes shoot open and a moan to burst out of her throat. You thought her body was incredibly hot due to her sickness, but her lips are an unrivaled match in heat.

"O-Oh, my... Yes!" She fumbles with the words, but the message comes across clear as day. You don't stop for a second, and although no stimluation is received on your end, a victory fanfare louder than a nuclear explosion is playing inside your head.

Down and down your fingers go, sliding along the slippery walls of her vagina. Her sticky fluids coat your finges easily and immediately, all the way to your knuckles. Upon reaching the end of her marehood, your immediately begin sliding your hand upwards, eliciting loud and satisfied responses from Rarity.

"Please don't EVER stop!" Her voice is practically a moan at this point. Her head is rolling around on the pillow, and her hooves are frantically skittering about the bed. She is like putty in your hands, twisting and turning to match your every movement.

Finally gaining the confidence you lost momentarily, you grin to yourself before quickly sliding a finger into her eagerly waiting hole. The response is immediate, and loud as all hell. If anyone is outside and nearby, they were sure to hear the crazed moan escaping from Rarity's mouth.

"A-Anon!" She can barely formulate words at this point, and her speech is instead replaced with heavy panting and frantic moaning.

Already the feeling of power wells up inside you. She is completely under your spell, and you can't help but act immediately on the primal instincts. Without regard for manners or being a gentleman, you slip another finger into her tight snatch and pump away.

"... A-Ah!" Rarity is even having trouble breathing at this point. Although she is staring right at you, her eyes are completely lost in a world of a pleasure. Her mouth hangs slightly open, with strings of saliva connecting her upper and lower lips.

You immediately begin to wonder what that mouth would feel like. Not only to kiss, but also in certain other situations. Her lips are ever so soft, and the increased amount of saliva is enticing.

In an instant, you lean forward, quite a bit faster than either of you expected. Rarity only manages to inhale sharply before even she leans upwards and into the imminent kiss. Up until this point, all of your joy has occured from watching her squirm and moan, but the moment you get a taste of the refined mare that is Rarity, you lose all thoughts in the swirl of pleasure.

Her lips press against yours like velvet coushins, and the saliva spread across them smears onto your own mouth. You find yourself moaning into her passionate and agressive kiss, lost as you are in her glamorous and rich taste.

Wanting more of this divine taste, you open your mouth, and so does she. In her weakened state, she can do nothing but sit idly back as your tongue assaults her mouth. Though she lacks the power to push back, she puts up a defense and smothers your tongue with her own.

The two of you moan in unison as you enjoy the musky, saliva-filled mouth of hers; every inch of it. Your tongue darts around inside her mouth, licking her teeth and dancing around her tongue. It's only a matter of seconds before you are drowned in her saliva, all the while your fingers are pumping in and out of her eager cunt.

She wraps a hoof around your neck and pushes you further into her mouth, forcing you to stay locked in the kiss. Her moans are high-pitched, frantic, and the vibrations they send through your mouth only encourage you to increase the speed of your fingering.

You feel her hips constrict your hand, and her walls clamp down on your fingers very suddenly and sharply. She nearly strangles you with her hoof as she inhales sharply and lets out a serious of rapid moans. You instantly know what is happening, and only a split-second later do you feel your fingers becoming drenched in her love.

Her entire body shakes as she rides her orgasm to its highest peak, and she arches her back, forcing her stomach up against your chest. Little by little, she loses her strength, and her body goes limb in your arms, yet her pussy still clamps down on your fingers. Even if you tried, you couldn't get your fingers out.

She lazily breaks the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva still connecting the two of you. Her breaths are ragged, and the heat she blows onto your face is intoxicating.

"H-Holy..." she mumbles. "That was..."

You simply smile at her, and she manages a lazy smile herself as she opens her eyes and looks at you. Finally, once the two of you share the afterglow are you able to remove your fingers. Rarity flinches, and even moans quietly, as you slide them against her sensitive flesh one last time.

"Quite a mess, isn't it?" she chuckles as she glances down at her leaking cunt.

"We should clean that, shouldn't we?" you ask, still smiling.

"That can... wait, darling", Rarity giggles. "Let's just enjoy this."

With a devious smile on your lips, you lay Rarity down and crawl onto the bed.

"No, I really think we should clean this." You lean downwards, eliciting a confused stare from the exhausted mare.

"Anon, what are you doOOING?!"

Rarity was not prepared for the sudden assault of your tongue on her oversensitive, puffy lips. Her entire body immediately tenses and she once again loses her breath.

"S-Sweet Celestia! Again?!"

With no means of vocally responding, you instead opt to push your face further into her dripping pussy and increase the speed of your flicking tongue. The gesture seems appreciated as Rarity once again alerts everyone within a one mile radius to the activities happening in the room.

Having already been drenched in her own juices, you eagerly lap it all up. Whether it's just Rarity or ponies in general, you don't know, but she tastes finer than perfectly aged wine. The texture is thick and sticky, but the taste is very light and fresh, not unlike actual juice. If watching Rarity in her current state wasn't incentive enough, the taste would have been more than adequate.

"Dear-! I don't k-know! What you're doing! But k-kEEP GOING!"

Wanting to go a step further, you find her entrance and spread it open with your fingers. Once in position, you thrust your tongue forward and straight into her already spent marehood. Rarity goes compeltely silent in response, as she has quite clearly forgotten how to breathe. Smiling to yourself, you pump your tongue in and out of her like a piston, savouring the warm flesh and divine smell.

"N-Never... Going back to s-stallions..."

Every time she opens her mouth, you are encouraged to put in that extra effort, and this time is no different. Shoving your tongue in as far as can go, you wiggle it around while moving a finger to find her little button of pleasure. Upon locating it, Rarity's body spasms uncontrollably. Either you're more skilled than you thought, or Rarity is extremely sensitive after round one, but whichever is the case, a sudden, explosive torrent of newfound love crashes down on your face.

For the first time since you started servicing her, Rarity screams, and she does so louder than anything else you have heard from her. It is the most primal and fiercest scream of pleasure ever to befall your ears, yet you have very little time to appreciate it, as your eyes are forced closed and you begin lapping up her juices once more.

"Oh, my! Oh! OH!"

Rarity's body is twitching violently as you continually lap away at her oversensitive pussy, and even her voice is failing her command. All the while you are laying down comfortably, drinking away at her love with a smile on your face.

"A-Anon, you're... ama-mmh! Never l-leaving this house..."

You feel yourself blush at her words, and thank Celestia for your concealed location. The last thing you want right now is anything overly sweet from her. You just want to savour this moment of a messy face and a panting mare at your whim.

"C-Come here, Anon..." Rarity coos as she reaches out a hoof. Leaving her somewhat cleaned marehood behind, you crawl forward and lay down next to her. She immediately wraps a hoof around your neck and pull you into a much softer, content kiss. There is still so much passion passed from her lips to yours, but much more delicately so.

"That was... quite something", she chuckles as she snuggles her snout into your nose.

"Indeed it was." You echo her sentiments.

"In fact, I already feel much better." She smiles warmly at you, but the smile quickly turns devious. "In fact, I think I know just what I need to get well again."

You furrow your brows. "What, exactly?"

Rarity lets go of your neck and begins sliding downwards. "The best cure for a fever, darling -" She trails her hoof down your stomach. "- Is some good, old vitamin D."

She grabs a hold of your erect member through the fabric, eliciting a moan from you. She, in turn, chuckles at your surprised face.

"Tables have turned, haven't they, dear?" she smirks. Before giving you a chance to respond, she presses down on your crotch, causing you to choke on your own words.

"Let's just get, *cough*, rid of this fabric, shall we?" Mustering whatever strength she has in her bed-ridden state, her horn glows dimly and you hear your fly unzip and belt unbuckle. With ease she slides your pants off your legs, and your boxers quickly follow suit.

"Oh... Oh my..." Rarity sounds distant, and you lean your head up to get a better look at her.

Her eyes have grown wide, and they are staring intently on your exposed manhood. While the situation felt uncomfortable for just a second, as you see the ever so slight smile on her lips, you can't help but grin to yourself.

"It's so... grand..."

Before you can make a snarky comment, she reaches out with a curious hoof and places it right on your shaft. Despite hooves being quite rigid, the feeling is anything but uncomfortable. In fact, her soft, fluffy, white fur feels unlike anything you have ever experienced. The hundreds of small hairs caress your skin individually, and you cannot help but gasp as she trails her hoof all the way up to your glans.

"My word... It's magnificent..."

She pauses for a moment and lifts her hoof up and away, leaving you feeling flustered and in desperate need of more.

"I wonder...?"

Lost in her own thoughts, Rarity leans down and sticks out her tongue. Before you can mentally prepare yourself, her warm, saliva-ridden tongue is sliding all the way from your balls up to your tip. Now you understand why Rarity forgot how to breathe.

Your body shivers with every inch of her lick, and her over-exaggerated, sensual moan, isn't making it any better. The size of her tongue is incredible, and she is almost able to cover three quarters of your girth as she slides along the shaft.

Upon reaching the tip of your penis, she rectracts her tongue and smacks her lips, while you are left quivering and panting.

"Hm, flavour is... decent", she mumbles to herself.

"H-Holy shit!"

"Mh? Oh, right, right, *cough*", she mumbles. "I do need my medicine."

Without further ado, a warm field of magic envelops your entire dick and forces it to stand. The feeling of the magic itself is like a warm liquid, but you have no time to savour it, as it is immediately replaced by Rarity's warm, slippery mouth. Somehow she managed to take in more than half of your entire length in one solid swoop, leaving you only with the sound of your own moan echoing through the boutique.

"Mmh!" She harks quite loudly, a result of her coughs being blocked by vast amounts of flesh. She seems to have surprised even herself with the sudden intake. Nevertheless, it's proving to be a magnificent experience, as the vibration is causing your body to twitch with pleasure.

You feel large quantities of liquids erupting from the back of her throat and onto your shaft. Although her mouth was already covered in saliva as it was, the additional phlegm now coating your cock is a thrill to enjoy. Even though she isn't moving, the mere sensation of her warm interior coupled with the sticky fluids is more than enough to leave you panting.

Rarity unfortunately releases you from her grip of love, coughing as she does so. Even more of her hot, sticky saliva is sent onto your groin, and you can barely focus on anything but the immense pleasure coursing through your body.

"Oh, darling, I, *cough*, apologize! This, *cough*, is quite un-ladylike!" She immediately begins fumbling her hooves around your penis, trying to wipe some of the excess saliva from it.

"Keep going", you say sternly as you look her in the eye.

"What?" She glances from your dick and back to your eyes.

"Don't wipe it, just keep going."

For a moment, Rarity seems slightly scared, but in the end she merely shrugs and coughs once more before letting the prey into her maw. This time, she takes it slow, and it pays off in a way that is infinitely better than the first time around.

You experience her every nook and cranny as she takes in the entirety of your penis. At first you enjoy her luscious lips and soft cheeks. Then the comfort of her tongue, as it plays with the underside of your cock as you slide inside. But the best is saved for last, and you moan louder than you ever have before as Rarity managed to take you all the way down her phlegm-ridden throat.

The tightness is astounding, but the sticky softness far outdoes it. Although she seems to have slight issues with getting it all down, you love the fact that she's doing it. You close your eyes, as you lose yourself in the immesurable pleasure that is Rarity's throat.

"F-Fucking hell..." you moan as Rarity's snout finally reaches your stomach. You open your eyes and look down at her, only to be met with wide, wet eyes. She's got a little victorious smile on her lips, but it's quite clear she isn't capable of keeping this up in her current state.

Unsure what to do, you simply nod once, which Rarity takes as the green light to let herself ease off. She slides her head upwards, releasing your cock from her insanely tight throat. You're having trouble seeing straight, the pleasure is already more than enough to make your cock throb violently.

"Christ, Rarity..." You inhale deeply, trying to calm yourself down and enjoy the experience, but the white mare has other intentions. She immediately plunges down again, swallowing as much as she comfortably can, leaving you with only moans.

While sliding your cock in and out of her mouth, her tongue expertly wraps itself around the shaft and laps at the tip. At times she leaves just the head inside her mouth and caresses it extensively with her warm, luscious tongue.

It's too much. Far too much for you to handle. Already you feel your orgasm approaching. It's too early, you want more, far more. All the pleasure this mare can offer.

"R-Rarity!"

She looks you in the eye and smiles deviously. Her tongue prances around your head, smothering it in her saliva. She slows down, making each movement leave an ache for more. Up to the tip and circling around. Her soft flesh pressed against your sensitive, exposed head.

"Rarity! F-Fuck!" You grab the sheets tightly and tug on them, leaving Rarity with only more encouragement.

"S-Stop! Please!"

The look in her eyes immediately change, and she instantly lets go of your dick, much to your dismay and satisfaction.

"What's, *cough*, wrong, dear?" she exclaims as she wipes away excess saliva from her mouth.

"I... I need you..." you pant.

"Need me to what?"

In the blink of an eye, you grab a hold of the perfect, beautiful mare and pull her closer. She squeals until you stop and look her right in the eye. Leaning up, your face is mere inches from her, and she looks slightly frightened at the sudden change of pace.

"I NEED you!" you growl deeply before sliding her back down your body, lower and lower.

A light finally seems to light up inside her head, and a heavy blush spreads across her face. Although powerless to resist, she voices no protest, she only coughs as cutely as she has been the entire stay.

Finally her rump gets in contact with your dick, and you can already feel the heat radiating off of her moist vagina. It's enough to drive a man insane, and with the very sudden and sharp lack of her mouth, you desperately fiddle around trying to find her entrance.

"Need help?" she smirks while you curse under your breath.

"No, I just..." You fiddle around some more, getting increasingly annoyed at your inability to locate that you need so badly.

"Here, let me~" Rarity once again grabs a hold of your penis with her magic and lifts it ever so slightly from it's position on your stomach. Effortless and gracefully she slides down your body, teasing your groin and stomach with her fur.

The wait is agony incarnate. Although it lasts no more than a second, it seems to your mind as an eternity. You need Rarity, every part of her. You need to feel her, to fill her up to the brim and her hear scream. This is all you've ever needed, and now that the goal is so close, it's a pain to endure.

But the wait finally ends, and your eyes go blank as your tip is pressed up and into her pink folds. Although you have already felt them with both your hand and mouth, experiencing her nether regions with your cock is something out of this world. Whether she is incredibly tight or your girth simply far exceeds that of stallions, you have no clue, but you appreciate the result much the same. Rarity fits you like a glove, sliding in effortlessly but hugging your shaft to the point of crushing it.

"O-Oh... OH!" you cry out. Rarity, on the other hand, is only letting out a drawn-out, sensual moan, which coats your ears and seals your prison of pleasure.

Hilting her is the single best thing you have experienced in your life. For a while the two of you lay completely still, enjoying the immense pleasure coursing through your bodies. While you can barely breathe and can already feel the throbbing, warning you of the imending orgasm.

"Mmh... Now, Anon, *cough*, get ready-"

"No, YOU get ready."

"Wait, whaAAT?!"

You don't allow Rarity to take the lead. This is your moment, and your are going to give her everything you've got.

Grabbing a hold of her rump, you look her straight in the eye and smile. You've been waiting for this moment forever. Without further warning, you lift her rump up, sliding out your dick a comfortable amount. Although the pleasure is extraordinary, you maintain focus while Rarity melts in front of you.

You don't want to wait any longer, and you firmly thrust upwards and deep into Rarity's pussy. All the way in until your balls slap against ass with a loud smack. Rarity's extreme moan far outweighs the slap, however, and it is the sweetest music to your ears.

You do not stop, however, and continue thrusting into her with all the strength you can muster. Immediately her walls clamp down on your shaft, as if attempting to trap your dick inside her, keeping it stuck there forever. It only serves to increase the intense pleasure jolting through your body, and encouraging you to thrust harder.

"ANON! MMH! O-OH, *COUGH*, GOODNESS!"

Her cries fall on nearly deaf ears. You are far too occupied with the jolts zapping your entire body and brain, leaving you only with the ability to thrust harder and faster while moaning. Her tight ass slams against your groin in the most satisfying way, but it pales in comparison to the utter brilliance that is her pussy. You lose yourself in it, becoming a victim to its wet, tight walls.

Your orgasm is approaching far too quickly. If there ever was something you wanted to do, it was savour the rapid thrusts into this white pony's cunt, but you know it's about to end. With her skillful blowjob still in mind, there was no chance of you lasting any longer than this. If you could freeze time and stay in this moment forever, you wouldn't hesitate to do it.

"ANOOOON!"

Her screech of joy sends you over the top, and with a moan far louder than anything she has produced, you bury yourself as deep inside her spasming cunt as you can and let loose the waves. Inside of her you explode with the fury of Celestia's sun, coating her walls and filling her up with your seed. Your mind goes blank and your vision goes hazy as load after load is blown into Rarity.

She collapses first, her tongue hanging out her mouth. With no strength left, she lands right on your chest, her eyes already half closed. You hear her mumble something or other about you, perfection, and "staying forever". Whatever it is, you lose track as your mind collapses.

*** *** ***

You are awoken by the sound of singing. Quite beautiful singing, in fact. As you open your eyes, your entire body feels heavy; far too heavy. It's also so very cold, but no windows are open. You wrap yourself in the blankets and shiver. Everything feels like crap.

Something in the air smells good, though. Like pancakes on a Sunday morning good. However it's not enough to get you out of the comfortable bed. Everything is just too cold and your body feels absolutely horrid.

A sneeze catches you off guard, and you curse to yourself as you realize what exactly is going on. Turning your head, you gaze at the mirror in the corner of the room. A terrible version of yourself is staring back, one with slightly greenish skin and heavy bags under the eyes.

"God damn it..." you mumble. For a minute or two, you keep grumbling to yourself, until the door slams open and the singing gets infinitely louder.

"Good morning, dearie!" Rarity exclaims in a sing-song voice. She's looking fit, and she's levitating a plate of waffles right towards you. You hope to God it's blueberry.

"Last night was, well, how should I put it?" She closes her eyes for dramatic effect. "Perfect."

"Yeah..."

"Is something wr- Oh... Oh, Anon", Rarity chuckles with a devious smile. She puts down the plate on the bed and sits next to you. "Looks like it's my turn to take care of you~"

"Waffles first", you grumble.