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Rainbow Dash slammed the mug down on the counter, the empty clink resounding through the air as she wiped the cider’s foam from her mouth. The pegasus smacked her lips a couple of times, sighing contentedly as she let the cheerful buzz of the alcohol seep into her warmly. The barstool she sat on grew more comfortable with every few sips, the dim lighting of the warm bar grew cozier the deeper she drank, and her worries seemed further and further away with each new mug.
Nearly the entire pub was empty, which suited Dash just fine. It only meant that it was easier for her to lose herself in her thoughts while the lime green bartender wordlessly took her mug once more.
“Gonna – gonna hit me ‘gain, or what?” Dash cleared her throat as she caught herself slurring, her tongue feeling a little fuzzy inside her mouth. Not unpleasantly so, but definitely distracting.
“You haven’t paid for the others yet,” the stallion replied in a voice like gravel on sandpaper. “I think you’ve had enough for now.”
“Just – just put it on my tab,” Rainbow Dash felt a little surge of panic that she might be getting cut off early, and the bartender sighed heavily through his nostrils.
“Your tab’s overdue,” he deadpanned. “Again. You told me you were paying it today.”
“I-I will, I will!” she blurted quickly, patting herself down. “I just, uh… just need to, you know…”
“You don’t have anything on you right now, but you promise you’ll pay it back,” he recited with a hint of agitation in his voice. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. If you don’t have it within the next hour, I’m not letting you back into my pub.”
That seemed to sober Rainbow Dash up rather quickly.
“Un-until I get it paid off?” she stuttered weakly.
“Ever again.”
The bartender barely had time to finish his sentence before the cobalt pegasus had barreled out the door.
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“Twilight! Twi, open up!” Rainbow Dash pounded on the library door with both hooves, desperately hammering the worn wood with all her might. It seemed like hours to Rainbow Dash, and she was nearly ready to bolt off elsewhere when Twilight Sparkle finally answered the loud knocking at Golden Oak’s library door.
“Rainbow Dash?” the violet unicorn rubbed her eyes worriedly, looking around the prancing pegasus to see if she had come by herself. “Dash, calm down – what is it, what’s the matter? Is somepony hur- are you drunk?”
Twilight resisted the urge to cover her nose with one hoof, and Dash grappled her by the shoulders.
“Thank Celestia!” she gasped in relief. “Twi, you gotta help me, I haven’t got a lot of time!”
“Calm down!” the unicorn pried the desperate mare off of her shoulders cautiously, staring at her. “Dash, just take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong.”
“I need to borrow a few – well, more than a few – just some bits,” Dash shifted back and forth uncomfortably, a little woozy from her swift shaking. “I’m a little short right now, can you help me?”
“Again, are you drunk?” Twilight asked in concern. “I thought you quit after the last ‘incident’ happened when you promised it wouldn’t?”
“Twilight,” Rainbow Dash whined miserably. “I said I don’t have much time! I need bits, or I’m going to get cut off permanently!”
Twilight furrowed her brows, frowning at the anxious pegasus.
“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing,” Twilight narrowed her eyes. “Look, Rainbow Dash. It’s really late, and it’s obvious that you’ve already had quite a lot-”
“You’re not going to help me?” Dash seemed horror stricken at the information.
“I’ll walk you home, if you want…” she started slowly. “But I’m sorry, Dash. I can’t in good conscience assist you in potentially worsening your problem if you’re only likely to keep drinking. I’m sorry.”
And with that, Twilight gradually closed the creaky library door in the stunned pegasus’s face.
“… Crap!” Dash bellowed, darting in a dizzy spiral into the air before blasting through the sky.
She was nearly out of time by this point, the minutes ticking by unseen as she powered through the night air. Twilight obviously wasn’t going to help her, and Applejack might if she had the bits; and she borrowed from Pinkie Pie the last time, who was probably asleep by this time of night anyway. Dash started toward Fluttershy’s cottage before it struck her.
She cursed loudly at her own folly, the answer seeming so obvious to her now that she thought of it, and was quick to blame the alcohol for that.
Rarity doubtlessly could spare a few bits, she thought vaguely to herself.
Or, in hindsight, quite a few bits; more than Rainbow Dash made in a single paycheck working for the weather patrol, anyway. With newfound hope, Dash twirled around and sped in the direction of Carousel Boutique.
It seemed like Dash just couldn’t fly fast enough; to her, anyway. She hated just how sluggish and thick the cider made her wings feel, like they were responding a little too slowly for her brain. Then again, that was just the price one paid for good booze. Dash had little difficulty shaking off the weariness in her wings as she landed tipsily before Carousel Boutique, and repeated the process of beating on the door in the loudest manner possible.
Which, if Rainbow Dash had thought about it, wasn’t too bright. Waking somepony up in the middle of the night with a ton of racket so that she could borrow a few bits probably wouldn’t put them in a good mood. Either way, Dash carried on – she had to, she convinced herself silently. It was definitely an emergency situation.
Thankfully, it wasn’t long before Rarity finally answered the door. Rainbow Dash nearly bowled her over in relief, and Rarity seemed thoroughly surprised by her sudden entrance to her home.
“Rainbow Dash?” she gasped overly dramatically, gawking at the mare’s bedraggled mane and frantic expression. “Dear Celestia, whatever might be the matter?”
“Rarity!” Dash grappled her shoulders in a similar manner as she had Twilight’s, but trying not to shake her as hard. “You’ve gotta help m- are you wearing curlers?”
The unicorn deadpanned, and pulled her off stealthily.
“I have a finicky mane, dear. It takes effort to look this fabulous.”
“Yeah, great, whatever,” Dash nodded distractedly. “Look, Rares, I’m in a real pickle. Can you spare a few bits?”
“Why of course I can, Rainbow Dash, darling!” she agreed immediately, which Dash nearly collapsed in joy from. The unicorn began rifling cheerfully through her belongings, searching for a checkbook. “What’s the damage, dear? Anything to help a friend.”
“Six hundred and fifty-seven bits.”
Rarity dropped her booklet.
“You’re joking,” Rarity was quick to snatch her bankbook up in a magical grasp, leveling a stare at Rainbow Dash. The pegasus shifted awkwardly, and rubbed the back of her neck.
“Y-yeah,” she nodded slowly. “I’ll-I’ll pay you back, I swear!”
“I don’t know…” Rarity mulled it over, only causing Rainbow Dash to become more anxious.
“Listen, Rares,” Dash pleaded. “I’m almost out of time! I’ll – I’ll do whatever it takes to pay you back, anything, I swear, but I’ve got to get that debt paid right the buck now!”
“Oh?” she cocked an eyebrow coyly, telekinetically clicking her pen a couple of times. “Anything?”
“Yeah, sure!” Rainbow Dash nodded violently, almost dancing back and forth as the clock on the wall ticked closer and closer to her dreaded deadline. “I’m begging here!”
“Oh, Rainbow Dash, you don’t have to do that yet,” Rarity patted her on the head sympathetically, signing the banknote in one swift motion and passing it to the overjoyed pegasus. “I’m sure that we can work everything out in the morning.”
“Thanks Rarity, you’re the best!” Dash hugged her tightly before exploding out the doorway, leaving Rarity standing rather stunned as her mane blew wildly in the wind.
“Yes, darling. I know I am,” she smirked to no one.
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“Never… again…” Rainbow Dash moaned in agony, her mantra not doing anything for her aching head.
“Well, this really is completely your fault,” Rarity slid her a glass of water over the kitchen table along with a few colored pills. “Overconsumption obviously leads to hangovers, didn’t you learn your lesson the last four times?”
“I didn’t think I had so much,” Dash popped the pills gratefully, letting the water slosh around in her mouth for a few moments before swallowing hard. “I think I’m going to die.”
“You had better not,” Rarity stated evenly across from her, raising an eyebrow slowly. “Unless all of last night and part of my morning is an incredibly lucid fever dream, you still have an unfortunately large debt to pay off.”
Rainbow Dash cringed, massaging her head cautiously. She could have sworn that the weight of her own mane was too much and was making her headache worse.
“I seriously am thankful, Rares,” Dash mumbled. “I’m going to pay you back, really –”
“And you don’t have anything on you right now, but you promise you’ll pay it back,” Rarity recited with a small knowing smile. “Yes, dear. I’ve heard it all before.”
Upon Rainbow Dash’s uncomfortable shifting, Rarity spoke up again with a gleam in her eyes.
“You know,” Rarity hummed thoughtfully, watching the pegasus like a hawk. “You don’t necessarily have to pay me back in bits, per se…”
“I-I don’t?” Dash’s head darted up, which she immediately regretted. She flinched again, clutching her head with both hooves and propping it up on the table. Oddly, her head only felt heavier, along with her limbs. Almost as if she were still feeling the buzz, but a little different. Stronger, not quite the same.
“Oh, no, dear,” she patted her kindly on one hoof, her gaze never dropping. “I knew that you might have a spot of trouble paying off that kind of debt in the time I need you to. After all, you’ve put me in a bit of a bind, you know.”
Rainbow Dash looked away guiltily, but didn’t shake off Rarity’s touch. Partially because she couldn’t quite seem to find the energy to.
“I really am sorry-” Dash started, but was swiftly cut off by Rarity.
“Ahp ahp ahp ahp!” she hushed her with barely contained glee. “No, no, no, don’t you feel sorry, darling. I have just the thing to help you out. After all, Rainbow Dash, dear, what are friends for?”
“You’re kind of beating around the bush,” the pegasus shifted finally, noticing that her wings were tingling as if she’d been sleeping on them for too long, even though she had been awake for a while. She tried to move them as well, and they responded shakily and slowly. “How exactly are you helping me pay you back?”
“Oh, nothing much,” Rarity reclined in her seat nonchalantly, another small smirk settling on her lips. “You give me one teensy, weensy little bitty week of unquestioning servitude, and I drop that debt of yours.”
“A – just a week?” Dash asked warily. “I don’t…”
“Yes, just one week,” she nodded chipperly. “And that big nasty debt is no more problem, no problem at all.”
“Hang on,” Rainbow Dash squinted at her. “Define ‘unquestioning servitude’ for me.”
“Would you prefer to pay back every single bit, with interest?” Rarity snapped, and Dash cringed again.
“No, no –” she shook her head slowly, feeling woozy. “I’ll give you your week, I guess.”
“Ah, excellent!” the unicorn stuck out her hoof, which Dash shook carefully. She tried to grip her hoof firmly with both of her own, but found that Rarity’s was surprisingly much more powerful. “We’ll start right away, darling.”
“So-so what kind of labor are we talking about?” Rainbow Dash inquired, only to be cut off by Rarity again.
“Labor?” she giggled. “Oh, my. It’s hard to say precisely, there’s so much that I need you to do. Just know that it’s going to involve a healthy amount of sweating.”
“Uh… sweating, huh?” Dash asked in mild confusion.
“But a few ground rules first, darling,” Rarity returned to her serious demeanor. “From this point forward, during your time in my… employ, you shall refer to me as Mistress Rarity. Am I understood, pet?”
“What?”
Dash didn’t have time to blink before Rarity slapped her clean across the face. She gawked at Rarity in shock, unable to truly perceive what had just transpired.
Of all ponies, Rarity had slapped her.
Rarity.
“Would you care to speak again?” Rarity inspected the bottom of her hoof calmly as if nothing had happened.
“I-I-I, uh –”
“Choose your words carefully.”
“Sure,” Rainbow Dash stuttered. “Uh, M-Mistress Rarity.”
Rainbow Dash felt a surge of heat blossoming into her face, and she massaged her sore cheek as she fought off the embarrassment of having folded so easily.
“Marvelous,” the unicorn patted her on the head lovingly, standing gracefully from her seat. “Get up.”
Dash tried to do so, and nearly collapsed to the floor. Her legs felt like jelly, and her muscles simply refused to obey her mental commands. Again, she struggled to comprehend what had just happened; alcohol didn’t usually do this to her, even when she was experiencing the worst of the aftereffects.
“That would be the muscle relaxants kicking in,” Rarity informed her smugly, not bothering to help her up. “So wipe that disgusting befuddled look off your face, pet. Get up for me.”
“I-I…!” Dash spluttered, straining in panic to grab the edge of the table and right herself. “I don’t think I can-can stand…!”
“Then crawl if you have to,” she stated unsympathetically. “Crawl on your hooves and knees.”
“He-help,” Dash breathed at last, gritting her teeth and fighting to stand as she stumbled again and again. “I-I can’t… I can’t!”
Rarity breathed heavily through her nose, and finally assisted her up. Once again Rainbow Dash felt that the unicorn’s strength was gargantuan, but perhaps this was only in comparison to her own. She was gradually led toward Rarity’s cushiony velvet lined couch, where she was gently lain down on her back.
“There we go,” Rarity huffed. “I knew I should have altered the dosage. Ah, well. You can still serve just as well like this, pet.”
“Rarity – Rares, this is nuts,” Dash started, only for Rarity to place a single hoof over her mouth.
“What did I say?” Rarity tutted quietly, slowly pulling her hoof away. Dash yelped when Rarity slapped her again, harder than the last time. “What did I say?”
“Unquestioning!” Rainbow Dash blurted, desperate not to get slapped again. It wasn’t so much that the unicorn was causing her pain; it did hurt, but it definitely wasn’t as hard as Rarity probably could hit her. No, it was more of the feeling of complete helplessness, the inability to even clench her own muscles properly.
“That’s right,” Rarity purred. “Now, hold out your hooves for me.”
“I-”
All Rarity had to do was raise an eyebrow. Rainbow Dash clamped her mouth shut, the heat burning her cheeks as she looked away, ashamed that her friend had crushed her resistance with such a minimal effort.
But she couldn’t hit Rarity, even if she really wanted to… could she? And what would become of the debt…?
Plus interest?
Rainbow Dash silently held out her hooves, shakily forcing them to stay in the air. It seemed like it took too much effort, the mere activity draining her far too swiftly. Before long, her hooves began quavering violently, and Rarity finally moved.
The unicorn shifted and Dash flinched, but Rarity only caressed her slightly unshorn fetlocks with her nose, gently kissing her way up her foreleg. She left a miniscule, slowly crawling trail of tiny, gradual kisses up her forelegs and up toward her neck, dragging along at a snail’s pace. Dash couldn’t tell if it was just the unexpected exhaustion in her limbs, or if the unicorn’s mere kisses were making her quiver like so.
Rainbow Dash didn’t even realize that she had been holding her breath in anticipation the further up her neck Rarity’s small kisses grew, although she did notice when her hooves were suddenly tied together firmly with a silky white scarf.
“Rarity –”
The unicorn quickly backed away a little, clearing her throat loudly.
“Oh, my goodness,” she fanned herself with a smile, her cheeks pink. “You’re absolutely right, I am getting ahead of myself. I wouldn’t want to deprive my little pet of the honor of serving, now would I?”
Dash found herself speechless, although not from her willingness to speak; she had quite a few things to say, and all of them were rudely interrupted by the introduction of a ring of metal magically inserting itself into her mouth with a blue glowing light.
“Oh, stop fidgeting,” Rarity narrowed her eyes as Dash wriggled in surprise when the ring gag was placed in her mouth, and she magically strapped it around behind the weakly struggling pegasus’s head tightly. “I mean it, pet – you are not to speak unless commanded to do so. Am I understood?”
Rainbow Dash tried to mumble out a reply through the gag, blushing in humiliation when a sliver of drool slipped out instead with a little moan, dripping onto her leg. Rarity wrinkled her nose in a strange mixture of revulsion and interest, a crooked grin winding its way onto her face.
“Very good,” she hummed, turning around and presenting her rear to the bound pegasus. “Now, let’s put that mouth of yours to some real work, hmm?”
Dash flushed again when she saw Rarity’s already glistening slit mere inches from her face, and the unicorn shivered at the hot panting being blown out through the metal ring gag.
“Lick, Dash,” Rarity wiggled her flank, using her hooves to spread herself a little. “Lick it clean for me, pet. Lick it all up.”
Rainbow Dash’s head was pushed backwards as Rarity pressed herself over her lips, wriggling wetly back and forth.
“Lick it!” Rarity commanded again, and Dash begrudgingly stuck the tip of her tongue out. She tasted her sweet nectar almost immediately, and Rarity let out a muffled sigh of pleasure as she leaned into Rainbow Dash’s hot tongue.
“Ah~ooh,” she whispered, sidling slowly back and forth onto Dash’s wriggling tongue. “That’s not good enough, pet. Try harder. When I tell you to lick me clean, I want you to lick it like a dog would. Use your tongue, pet.”
Dash wordlessly obeyed, sticking her tongue out much further and feeling a bizarrely tiny sense of satisfaction when the unicorn gasped.
“There,” Rarity grinned, turning a little to face her. “Oh, that’s so lewd, you dirty dog. Lick it,” she ground against Dash’s lips harder, climax growing nearer. “Lick it good, yes…!”
Rainbow Dash swirled her tongue up and down, and Rarity used her hooves to make her head bob back and forth into her slot faster and faster. Rarity’s juices trickled down Dash’s chin, and she finally released her and allowed her a wet breath of air.
“That’s – that’s a little better,” Rarity feigned frustration, but gleefully hid something from Rainbow Dash behind her back. “But I think you’re going to need some training to learn how to get me off properly, pet.
Rainbow Dash could only moan weakly when she was magically lifted into the air by the same silk scarf that held her two front hooves together, and was carefully placed on the floor. Rarity took her place on the couch, spreading her legs and revealing her pink wet hole eagerly.
Dash started toward her on all fours, but Rarity slapped her in the face with a length of rubber.
“No, no, no!” Rarity smirked. “So eager, aren’t you?”
Rainbow Dash blushed in embarrassment again, unable to speak because of the gag. She tried to look away from the perverse violet stallion’s member bobbing just in front of her face. Although it looked a little different from what Dash would have expected a toy of the like to appear as. It was thicker, longer than even she would have liked, with a couple rows of soft rubber barbs near the end.
“Now, you’re going to fit this into that hole,” the unicorn placed the root of the bouncing indigo rod just over her own clit, the opposite end nearly poking Rainbow Dash in the eye. She shifted it and let it dangle just over Dash’s lips, sliding back and forth over her bottom lip teasingly. “Isn’t that right?”
Dash tried to nod, but Rarity only slapped her with the dildo again, making her cheeks burn painfully.
“I said, isn’t that right? Tell me, pet. Tell Mistress Rarity.”
She struggled to form words through the gag, more saliva slipping from her mouth and onto the dong.
Again, Rarity slapped her in the face with the rubber member, and it began to make tears sting in Dash’s eyes.
“No, no,” Rarity whispered satisfactorily, reclining further and simultaneously rubbing Dash’s chin gently. “That’s how a pony tries to talk. You’re my pet. I told you, like a dog. How does a dog go?”
Rainbow Dash let out a muffled bark, which only made Rarity even more gleeful.
“Ooh, that’s right!” she jammed the purple dick into Dash’s mouth without warning, causing her to gag hard as the floppy end hit the back of her throat. She wriggled her head and was held firmly in place by Rarity’s magic, and had to resist her own gag reflex as Rarity violated the back of her throat again and again, hitting her hard over and over. Rarity thrust it in deeper, causing Rainbow Dash to choke violently as hot tears streamed freely down her face. At long last, Rarity pulled the stallionhood from her mouth and allowed her a few hacking, precious breaths as the large dildo was set to the side.
Rarity kissed her again passionately, her own tongue slipping into the ring gag and writhing heatedly with her own.
“There’s a good little pet,” Rarity said breathily, magically unbuckling the gag from Dash’s face. Dash worked her jaw sorely, and started to stand; however, her legs swiftly buckled beneath her, and she slipped to the floor once more. “Ah ah ah, no rest for you, pet; you still haven’t satisfied me yet.”
“S-sorry,” Rainbow Dash turned away. Rarity only smiled slyly, magically lifting the purple dildo again. She levitated it beneath the pegasus and slid it up and down slowly between her teats, the wet tip of it tickling her vertical smile.
“Tell me,” she rubbed Dash’s chin with the bottom of her hoof, scratching her as she would Opal. “Do you want this, pet? Do you want to come first?”
“Y-Yes, Mistress Rarity,” Rainbow Dash mumbled, but was forced to look directly into Rarity’s piercing blue eyes.
“You want me to fuck you with this, pet?” Rarity whispered in her ear, flicking the tip with her tongue. “Then just tell me. Tell Mistress Rarity just how badly you want to get fucked by this big, dirty Diamond Dog dong. Beg for it, pet.”
“P-lease f-f-fuck me,” Rainbow Dash bowed her head, her ears burning. “Do it to me, Mistress Rarity.”
“Oh, that won’t do at all,” she teased Dash, the bobbing rod brushing hotly against her clit. “No, I told you, like a dog. How does a dog beg, pet?”
“… Woof.”
“Good girl.”
Rainbow Dash shrieked in pleasure and surprise as the schlong penetrated her deeply, plunging with a sharp curve into her. Were she not already on the floor before, she would have been by now. Dash’s walls clamped tightly around it in reaction, and she struggled to even stay upright as Rarity thrust the dildo in and out of her relentlessly. Heat rose in her groin, and she felt it punching gently into her over and over, filling her up as she panted and drooled into Rarity’s lap.
“Do you want it?” Rarity lifted her head again, kissing her just below the lips. “Do you want me to fuck you, little dog?”
“W-woof,” Rainbow Dash puffed, unable to keep her voice even as the long schlong slithered inside out, softening her with every sticky, wet slide. “Woof, w-woof woof!”
“There’s a good girl,” she slid her tongue up Rainbow Dash’s face, leaving a trail that somehow made Dash feel even dirtier than when she was occupying her own mouth.
“Now,” Rarity spread her legs once again. “You’re going to pleasure me, pet. You’re going to do it right this time, aren’t you?”
“Woof,” Dash agreed feebly as the rubber member stopped moving as it reached it’s length inside her, and for a moment she was afraid that Rarity would simply leave it there.
Instead, Rarity magically enveloped the dong again and forcefully yanked Rainbow Dash directly into the air.
Dash screamed and arched her back hard as she came, spitting a quivery stream of jism that spattered down and ran down both her hind legs. Rarity watched the display with the same single raised eyebrow, as if she were mildly amused. Somehow, Dash still found this single action alone even more embarrassing than the fact that she had just ejaculated right in front of somepony else.
“That was all over my floor, pet,” Rarity huffed in faux anger. “Did I say you could come?”
“W-w-woof,” Dash let out a shuddering breath as she hanged in the air, the pressure and tension on her magically suspended joy hole growing the longer she was held up.
“I think you should be punished, don’t you?” Rarity smirked, shifting the dildo inside Dash and making her quiver and moan in ecstasy as every tremor sent another little shiver up her spine. “Now you’re going to clean it up.”
Dash willingly started to lean toward the floor, but Rarity stopped her from slipping off the hard flopping length. Rarity’s hooves met her own, and she was gently lowered closer and closer toward the mess she had left with her own ejaculation.
“No, no, pet,” she nibbled quietly on Dash’s left ear, keeping her face tantalizingly off the floor and just off of her own juices. “Licking it up isn’t your punishment. This is.”
Dash rapidly discovered what she meant when she felt the addition of another, larger dildo grinding roughly against her anus. She squeaked in surprise, unable to even rise or fall as both of the rubber members began slamming into her in alternating pumps. Wet squelching made Dash cover her face, but Rarity pulled her hooves away.
“Does it feel good, my slutty little dog?” Rarity kissed her nose. “How does it feel, being fucked in both holes by a couple of big, filthy doggie dicks? Do you like it? Do you want to come again?”
Dash barked obediently, whimpering in shaking pleasure as she was drawn uncomfortably quickly back to the brink of climax. Surely there was no way that she could do it again so quickly, but the rhythmic, almost mechanical stuffing of both her slit and rear entrance made her clench and wriggle helplessly against them, the alluring promise of release dangling just before her.
“I think I’ll let you come, pet,” she began lowering Dash’s head right in front of her own gleaming wetness. “But you had better please me, and do it right.”
Dash didn’t have to lean into Rarity this time; the powerful pumping of each dildo in both of her holes served to shove her muzzle right into Rarity’s hole. Dash flicked her button with the tip of her tongue upon each reentry, ecstatically gasping and plumbing the squealing unicorn’s juicy slot with growing eagerness, faster and faster…
Rarity squirted hard, tightening up stiffly on her lips and letting out a simultaneous cry of desire and delight at her release. It nearly drenched Dash’s mane, but the banging, thrusting dongs in her holes didn’t stop; in fact, the moment Rarity reached climax, both of the Diamond Dog replicas began firing into her with a scorching frenzy, slamming into her wildly with the force of a pair of pistons.
“I-I can’t…!” Rainbow Dash inhaled sharply, clinging to Rarity tightly and begging as another climax neared. “I can’t hold on, Mistress Rarity – It’s too much, it’s too much!”
“You’re not allowed to come unless I say so,” Rarity reprimanded her, magically turning the hapless pegasus upside down and yanking the dildo from her slot. Dash shrieked as Rarity manually shoved the same one with its brother directly into her other hole, alternating thrusts between the two before leaving it to her magic. It seemed nearly cruel leaving Dash like that, panting and gasping with her hind legs draped weakly over her head as she lay on her back.
It wasn’t long before she realized why.
“One at a time, dear,” Rarity hummed, spreading Rainbow Dash’s gaping blue beaver and nimbly sticking in one large puffy marshmallow after another. “That’s right, take them all in.”
Dash moaned and bucked as the dongs drove deeply into her, a pressure welling up within her the tighter she was packed with marshmallows. Rarity kept jamming them in, one after another, until they had completely packed her – to top it off, Rarity took an especially large one and stuck it in the squealing pegasus’s mouth. Rarity kissed her as she did so, nibbling a little at the marshmallow in her mouth as Dash let out a stifled scream of bliss as hot, jittering liquid weightily ejected one marshmallow after another. Even then the pounding didn’t stop, although they did significantly slow to the point where Rainbow Dash could simply lie back and enjoy riding them both as Rarity licked her clean.
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Nearly the entire pub was empty, which suited Dash just fine.
She sipped comfortably from her mug, swirling around the last few dregs before letting her head rest against the cool countertop.
“Payin’ up front this time?” the lime green bartender asked the pegasus, who only lifted her head a couple of inches and grinned at him before motioning for more.
“Nah," Rainbow Dash nickered. "Just put it on my tab.”
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