Author's Note

This contains a stallion getting something shoved up his rear as a mare gives oral. I cannot give more details without spoiling as much as I have but I just wanted to give a heads up/warning if you are against a male getting anally penetrated.

Sex in the Air

"Who should be first?" Rarity said to herself, an icepack on hie head to combat her vicious hangover.

After last night's little binge, cry, and awkward moment with the ponyquins, Rarity has been studying her dart board of ponies who have wronged her. Some were on the board because they have greatly insulted or poorly treated Rarity. Those photos were aligning the sides. Rarity didn't care for revenge on those lot, just a reminded to watch what you say around those "Two-Faced Bitches". But the photos in the middle were her most hated; ex-marefriend and ex-coltfriends, former friends, and even some ponies who betrayed Rarity's trust. These ponies needed to suffer. But who's first?

"You!" Rarity jabbed her hoof against one photo. "You'll be first. And revenge will be mind MUUHHHAHAHAHAHA--ow ow ow" Rarity pressed the icepack on her head. "After my hangover is over."

The Ponyville summer day was overly sunny and hot, but Rarity knew today was the only day to take her revenge. Anypony with common sense could see the malicious and devious gaze in Rarity's eyes, but she was clever, she wore sunglasses to hide her eyes. It also doubled as a way to hide those very small wrinkles she was getting from the stress. Looking around, as she trotted about, Rarity was keeping her eye open for a certain pony.

'Where is he?!' Rarity thought to herself. 'I know he lives in Ponyville and he comes around the square around this time.'

Not too soon did Rarity spy two pegasi stallions, one was a darker gray with a cyan mohawk-like mane, while the other was a light blue and a more unkempt dark blue mane.

'Both?!' Rarity thought to herself, looking at the pegasi careful without being seen. 'I expected only Thunderlane to be here, but Soarin is here too, this is too perfect.'

"And then I said to her, 'if you want this tonight, then we try it my way.'." Thunderlane laughed with Soarin.

"I hear ya." Soarin laughed. "Spitfire is a tough captain but in bed, oh Celestia is is so submissive."

"Hello boys." Rarity said in a subtly seductive manner.

"Hello Rarity" Both ponies answered.

"I need some help." Rarity played her innocent seductress accent. "Something only a couple big, strong, stallions can help me with."

'What do you need?" Thunderlane asked, his brain slowly losing blood as it went lower.

"You see." Rarity turned slightly to show off her flank, but only in a tease. "I need to move all this luggage to the basement for storage." The 'helpless maiden' act was really convincing. "And I cannot do it alone, even with magic. So can you two strong stallions help me out?"

"It's a deal!" Soarin said all excited, as Thunderlane was too busy hiding his growing erection to answer.

"Come over in an hour." Rarity said, swaggering her hips at she walked away. "I'll be waiting for yo two."

Rarity could see in her peripheral vision that her targets were giggling and smiling like a foal who was given cake.

'Perfect!' Rarity thought with a confident grin smeared on her face.

The hour could not of flown by any faster, Rarity was getting things ready, her trap was set and the bait lay dangling; all that was left was the prey.

"I wonder why Rarity really wanted us over?" Thunderlane asked aloud, his boner long deflated.

"Are you stupid?" Soaring commented. "Did you see the way she shook those hips, she wants us both."

Soaring knocked on the door, but the door slowly opened, it was definitely unlocked. The two ponies walked into the room. It was dark, but since it was still midday, they could see. They didn't get too far into the room before the door slammed shut and the room went dark.

"What the-" Soaring and Thunderlane were quickly knocked out.

Their little "forced nap" didn't last too long. Maybe another hour or so pasted by before Soarin woke up. But he was blindfolded. He could see nothing, only hear the clinking of metal and feel the cold metal binds on his arms and legs, propping him in a standing position, his belly exposed.

"What's going on?!" Soarin was starting to freak out. "Thunder? Thunderlane?!"

"Thunderlane isn't here." Rarity said, walking out of the shadows, not that Soarin could see. "He's in the building but not in this room. I have you all alone."

"Rarity?!" Soarin said was calmer but scared. "What are you doing? This isn't funny!"

"Not funny?" Rarity said walking up to Soarin. "NOT FUNNY!!" Rarity punched Soarin in the stomach.

Soarin coughed up a bit. "OW why would you do that?!"

"You don't seem to remember." Rarity reminded Soarin. "You and Thunderlane both thought it was pretty funny when you both had me chained up!"

Soarin didn't immediately answer. He knew what she meant.

"Nothing to say?" Rarity said, smacking Soarin across the face. "Let me remind you...a couple years ago, you and Thunderlane took advantage of my feelings and forced me into a porno with the two of you!"

"Rarity! I'm sorry, that was a mistake!" Soarin was pleading but Rarity was merciless, backhoofing Soarin again.

"I'm not finished." Rarity was very pissed off, if Soarin could see the look in her eyes, he would be pissing himself. "After forcing into that disgusting act, you promised to never show the video."

"And we didn't!" Soarin protested.

"Really?" Rarity dropped several video tapes and disks to the ground. "Not only did you show it to others, you sold them to creepy perverts all over Equestria. It took me forever to gather them all and silence anypony who watched it."

"What did you do to them?" Soarin was now terrified.

"This." Rarity tore off Soarin's blindfold, revealing the room he was in was bright, there were several lights focused on him, making it difficult to see. But one thing he did notice was a camera.

"This is?!" Soarin said with fright.

"Exactly." Rarity said walking out, her coat was wrapped in black leather and her mane and tail were tied up in a tight ponytail. Her face was partially covered with a mask. "I will make you suffer the same humiliation as I did."

"Rarity, you can't mean?" Soarin asked.

"That's Mistress to you." Rarity whipped Soarin with a nearby crop whip. "If you even dare call me by my name again, I will send this video to Spitfire. I wonder how long your marefriend will stay with you when she sees this."

"She'll never believe it!" Soarin defended.

"She will." Rarity said. "I will even add some photos in the bundle."

"Rar-Mistress." Soarin saved himself on that one. "You don't have to do this."

"I don't have to do anything." Rarity said, her horn glowing bringing a few ponyquins forward. "I never said I would touch you. Where's the punishment if you get what you like?"

As the ponyquins got closer, they all looked more like real ponies than fakes. They all had their stallionhoods erect and dripping with lubrication. Soarin noticed that he wasn't leaning against a wall, his rear was defenseless. The chains were lowered, causing Soarin to lean forward, a ponyquin angling itself up.

"You want to know the name of this porno Soarin?" Rarity said, her eyes glowing with the satisfaction of revenge. "A Stallion's Mounting."

Soarin could feeling something hard press against his rear but not go in yet. "Mistress please!" He begged. "I won't tell anypony about this, I won't show the porno again, I'll never do that to you again, please don't do this!"

"My dear Soarin." Rarity said, pointing at a couple ponyquins. "I only just started, and I won't believe you so readily." She then pointed to a ponyquin whose fake cock was almost twice the size of the others. "When you get to him, then I'll believe anything you tell me. But until then..." The ponyquin behind Soarin slowly eased the head in. "HAVE FUN!!!!"

The ponyquin shoved its full fake member into Soarin's tight asshole. Due to the lubrication, the shaft slid in very easily. But it didn't reduced the amount of pain Soarin felt, nor how loudly he must of been screaming in pain. Nopony could hear Soarin's agony, aside from Rarity, who was more than enjoying this. After close to a half hour, the ponyquin stopped and pulled itself out of Soarin's ass. Soaring had long since stopped screaming.

"Are you still awake?" Rarity walked over to Soarin, lifting his head.

"I'M GOING TO BUCKING KILL YOU!!!" Soarin shouted.

"I'm sorry." Rarity smacked Soarin hard across his angry face. "Did you just talk back to me!?"

"BUCK YOU!" Soarin shouted.

"I guess you need more motivation." Rarity laughed as another, more well hung ponyquin came up and shoved its lubed up shaft in Soarin, his mouth hung open in pain.

This continued for another hour, to which the ponyquin pulled itself out and Rarity checked on the angry Soarin, who was still threatening her. He had a strong will, but Rarity had the upperhoof, simply having another ponyquinn who was always a big bigger than the previous shove itself in there. After roughly three and a half hours, and two more ponyquins, Soarin had almost given up. The most humiliating part of all of this was not hims being filmed of Rarity torturing him. But it was that each ponyquin was striking him direct and hard in his G-spot, his own stallionhood stood ragingly erect for hours without any relief, a fact Rarity noticed a while ago.

"What's this?!" Rarity said, hoisting Soarin by his chains. "Getting excited?! Then you're gonna love this."

The final ponyquin, the one with a size near double the others stepped forward and walked behind Soarin, standing on its rear leg, holding its arms on Soarin's rear legs, spreading them open as its head pressed against Soarin's rear entrance. Soarin's own erection stood strong and hard too.

"How does it feel Soarin?" Rarity asked. "To be so humiliated?"

Soarin couldn't say anything, he knew answering might get him more hurt, but saying nothing wasn't helping either. Rarity, on the other hoof, was incredibly turned on by this. The sloshing sounds of each ponyquins' stallionhood defiling Soarin and his screams in agony were music to her ears and she was getting pretty wet watching it.

"I can offer you a choice." Rarity said.

Soarin's eyes faintly lit with hope but he subtly nodded.

"You want me to touch it don't you, to suck on it, to have this sensitive cock shove deep in my wet pussy?!" Rarity teased in a cruel manner. "Well I ask that you admit your crime."

"What?!" Soarin said in his weakening state.

"I want you to go to Spitfire and tell her what you and Thunderlane did to me. Tell her everything." Rarity offered. "Do this and I will destroy the tape and even give this healthy thing some attention."

"You can;t be serious." Soarin said.

Rarity responded with a quick slap of the crop whip against the penis. The sudden sensation, though painful, almost made Soarin cum. "Looks like that's the only honest thing about you. Fine then"

The large ponyquin, whose member was not lubricated, slowly forced its way inside Soarin's asshole and it was the tightest, most painful fit.

"YES I WANT IT!" Soarin couldn't take it anymore. "I want it....please...no more suffering...I'll do anything..."

"Good." Rarity lit up her horn, called away her large ponyquin and brought out a special one. This one looked all too familiar to Soarin.

"Spitfire!!?" Soarin said in shock. "What are you-"

Soarin was caught off by the ponyquin Spitfire opening its lubricated mouth and wrapping around Soarin's overly sensitive cock. The sudden cold, wetness of the lube sent Soarin into overload. He immediately came his load in the fake Spitfire's mouth. Despite just cumming, Soarin was still hard. A sudden shock went up his body. Turning around, Soarin saw Rarity with hir crop whip poking in Soarin's gaping asshole, his G-spot being poked and prodded by Rarity's whip.

"We're not done here." Rarity licked her lips in her sick pleasure, shoving the whip against the G-spot.

Soarin felt the shock surge through his body again and again, then the vibrating, wet feeling of the fake Spitfire's mouth almost swallowing his cock. It wasn't long before he came again. And again. And again.

After another two hours of pleasurable Tartarus, Soarin had cum more than ten times and his asshole was red and sore from the penetrations and Rarity frequently whipping his flank with the crop whip. Rarity decided that Soarin had suffered enough and released his binds. He was now laying in a pool of lubrication, his own cum, sweat, and shame. Rarity looked at him, he was too weak to do anything, the feeling of dominating over this stallion, leaving him in utter despair, agony, and shame. She was ready to cum herself. But there was no time for that. Rarity walked out of the room, Soarin could flee, if he could find the strength. Rarity had one more pony to deal with. Next was Thunderlane's turn.