Dirty Sexy Pony

Twilight Sparkle was busily organizing a set of books when she heard somepony enter. Pausing for a moment, the purple pony glanced to the front door of the library to see Rarity in a new outfit.

“Hi Rarity, cute dress!” Twilight complimented her friend her greeting.

The white pony was distracted at first, her eyes looking about, but she then took notice of Twilight patiently waiting for a reply and smiled. “Thank you, Twilight.” Rarity said and slowly spun around in place, allowing the bottom hem of the pastel-yellow material to flutter and dance from the motion before settling back down. “With Spring haven just arrived, I'm feeling that simple will be this season's complex!”

“Uh, yeah!” Twilight bobbed her head in feigned understanding. While science always piqued her curiosity, the finer details of fashion composed a puzzle as perplexing as Pinkie Pie. “So, how can I help you today?” She asked, stepping toward the other unicorn.

Rarity blinked as though the question had caught her off guard. “...I don't really need help, per se." She began, as though grasping for words. "I just...wanted to...show off my dress to everypony! I've just come from Fluttershy's cottage and I wanted to know what you thought next.”

The librarian nodded in agreement and with a light purple glow of her horn, returned to stacking books onto the shelves while still looking ahead at her friend. “Well, I gotta say, you look really good in it. Simple and practical.”

“If you want, I can make you one just like it! I know how much you loved your birthday dress!”

Twilight's eyes widened. “Really?” The books floating up to the shelves thanks to her hold nearly fell to the ground en masse from the sudden lapse of her concentration. Sensing the slip, she looked over her shoulder to place the tomes in their proper place.

“Hiya Rarity!” calling out with a pant, Twilight's small dragon assistant rushed in from another room to place the stack of papers in his arms onto a nearby table. The stack was at least half-as tall as the baby dragon, who was currently panting and trying to catch his breath.

“Hello there, Spike.” Rarity greeted the dragon with a smile. “Well, I can see that you two are awfully busy. I shan’t take up more of your time!” The pony turned to leave when Spike called out to her.

“Rarity, wait!” She looked over her shoulder and watched as he rushed out of the room. He returned shortly, nearly stumbling in his hurry with his clawed hands kept behind his back. “It's not really fancy, and...well, it was nearby anyway but I got it because it was really pretty not because it was easier to do! I, uh, anyways...I picked this for you!” the dragon brought his hands up to show he had been hiding a red and orange flower behind his back.

“Why thank you, Spikey-wikey.” She sniffed at the flower. The fragrance was sweet with a hint of spiciness. “It smells wonderful.” Rarity smiled from ear to ear at the gesture. The dragon's face was flush with red and his eyes were looking away. She chuckled. “Ah...”

“Spike that's very thoughtful of you.” Twilight stepped up to look at the flower. “An orange and red Gerbera Plantae.”

As the purple pony bent her head down to sniff the flower, Rarity bit her lip to the sudden sensation within her. There was a twitch, and then a jump. She squirmed, pressing her rear legs together to bask in the feeling.

“Twilight, cut it out. You don't have to be so embarrassi-” Spike paused and looked around.

“Spike, are you okay?” Twilight lent a worried look toward her dragon assistant.

“I dunno...” Spike responded with a raised voice. After a moment he faced the ponies once more. “Do you girls hear a...buzzing sound?”

Twilight raised her ears. “No, can't say I do, Spike.” she answered.

Breaking out of her reverie, Rarity shook her head. Her dress began to feel stifling hot.

“Oh. Must be hearing things.” Spike shrugged his shoulders. “Hey Twilight, after I finish cleaning up the bathroom, can we go out for sandwiches?”

“Sure, Spike. But after you wash your hands.”

“Duh!” Spike nonetheless laughed at the comment. “Rarity, you wanna come with?” His tail wagged back and forth.

“M-maybe next time, Spike. I'll be a bit busy soon.”

“Oh.” His wagging tail came to a stop. “Well. I guess next time, then.” With that he returned to finish his chores.

The vibrations slowed and then stopped, much to Rarity's relief. She was unsure how much longer she could have gone through that before she let out a moan.

“Spike you forgot to give her the..." Twilight began to call out but realized he was too far by now. "Say, Rarity, I hope this doesn't sound strange to ask but, have you noticed if Spike has been acting a bit...weird?”

“What? No, darling...can't...say that I have...why do you ask?”

“Recently he's just seemed more...tired, I guess.” She looked toward the other room and sighed. “He's the same old Spike and all, but he seems distracted. It's like there's been something bothering him lately.”

“He's not skipping out on his sleep, is he?”

“No, of course not, Rarity. Spike couldn't stay up late even if he tried! He's a baby dragon, after all.”

“...Right. Of course.” Rarity nodded. She felt another kick within her, eliciting a tiny squeal. “Ah!-anyways, I think it's about time for me to...to leave.”

“Okay.” The two ponies walked toward the front door, with Rarity trailing right behind Twilight. “It was nice of you to stop by, Rarity, and again, you look really nice in that dr-” Twilight paused. Her ears perked and twisted about. “You know, I'm starting to hear the buzzing, too.” She pursed her lips in thought while glancing around the room.

“Uh...g-good luck with finding whatever that is!” Rarity's horn glowed a faint blue and opened the door. Lightly biting her bottom lip, the white pony took quicker steps, almost at a trot as she became more eager than ever to exit. The heat was starting to build higher and higher and she wasn't sure if she could hide her climax from the other unicorn.

“Take care, Rarity.”

“I'll...” Rarity paused, letting this wave pass before continuing. “...see you.”

Stepping out of the the library, Rarity looked around her. The dirt roads were clear. At least for the moment, nopony would see her step into a large bush just across road from the library tree.

The white unicorn sighed. She refrained from pressing her hoof against her ever growing heat, at least, not while she was wearing her dress. She tried to distract herself, thinking back to the library. Rarity had the chance to ask Twilight for help, yet didn't. To confide in her friend about what had happened last night. What had been happening the past few nights, actually.

She had even gone as far as to lie about visiting the other girls so she could go to the other unicorn, but...whatever it was that he put inside her this morning was raising her want and she was too ashamed to find out how Twilight would treat her if she knew...suddenly Rarity felt her wetness trail down her rear leg as the vibrations became stronger.

“You're late.” Rarity turned toward the voice. He looked at her expressionlessly.

“I'm sorry...” She timidly replied. She lowered her head.

“I don't remember giving you permission to visit Twilight. Or, am I mistaken?”

“N-no...” The movement was grinding against her soft nerves, causing Rarity to bow her back until finally her knees gave out and she dropped onto her stomach. She panted and moaned softly.

He grinned. Placing a clawed finger under her chin, he brought her head up. She shuddered at the sight of his cold, calculating eyes as they looked down on her.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” he twirled the flower he held between two digits of his right claw. He brought it to his nose and inhaled the sweet fragrance.

The muffled buzzing grew louder, causing her knees to lock up from the shock of the sensations continuing on.

“Ah...” Rarity covered her mouth with her hoof to silence her gasp, but the vibrations continued.

"Good." He brushed the flower on either side of Rarity's face. "It's reacting well..."

“Wh-what did you...do...?” she asked in a quivering voice. The same flower that Spike had offered back at the library was pinched between his fingers. The soft, waxy petals traced across her lips and up to her temples.

“I guess I can tell you now.” He commented and shrugged his shoulders. Displaying his other clawed hand, Rarity noticed the purple pill-like object he inserted into her this morning. “What's inside this, I mean.”

He opened the capsule and an insect buzzed its way to the flower.

“Y-you can't be serious...” Rarity felt her stomach drop at the sight.

“Bee Flies get really excited for pollen around spring time. But even more so for this flower in particular.” The same kind of buzz emanated from the insect's wings as it skittered about within the flower held just in front of her. Then it took off. Following the insect's erratic path, Rarity watched as it left the flower in his hand and landed on one on the ground.

She looked around her, realizing that all around within the bush were the same red and orange flowers.

“Guh!” the sound escaped her mouth. She tried to muffle her exclamation by biting her hoof. She could feel the pill deep within her, pushing against her walls, trying to escape. “Please...D-don't let it come out inside me...” her voice trembled in fear.

“I can't just take it out, Rarity. The cap for these pills is pretty loose. You wouldn't want me to accidentally pull it open, would you? It'd also be awful if you weren't delicate with your magic...they bite...”

Rarity knew what he meant by that and shuddered at the thought. “But what if it doesn't get out?”

“I believe in you, Rarity.” He said, placing his palm gently on her face. Without thinking, Rarity pressed her cheek against his soft caress, closing her eyes. "Just be calm. I'll make it easier for you to push it out, alright?"

His touch was soothing, calming against the erratic vibrations happening inside her.

“Mmmm...” she moaned as he began to stroke her neck. Whichever direction he went, her head followed. "Al...right..."

His sharp fingers drew carefully across her throat and back again, sending tingles down her spine and eliciting goosebumps all over her body. Then, she felt him pull her close. Her eyes still closed, Rarity could feel his soft breath against her face. Against the pink of her eyelids, his form was ever present in her mind's eye, closer than they had ever been these past few nights of ravishment.

Rarity gulped. Slowly, timidly, anxiously, her lips parted and she let out a ragged, excited exhale. Her mind was beginning to focus on the hectic activity against her flesh walls, as it dragged along her ridges and nerve clusters. While he remained motionless, his hand resting at the top of her nape, Rarity's body continued to contract and relax, swallowing the intruder and protracting her torture.

She felt flush, more aware that he was simply watching her, observing her look of ecstasy. Her quivering lips parted further with every labored breath she took to restrain her moans.

“What is it?” Rarity finally heard his voice. “Is there something you want?” She inhaled it deeply. The smell of his voice. She drew ever closer to the heat of his breath, licking the back of her teeth in desirous anticipation.

“I...want...” Rarity's voice was barely a whisper. Her words were the spoken exhales to her trembling intakes of breath. Her knees were weak. Her muscles were weak. Her resolve was growing more numb with every second she was left unfilled. Her eyes still shut, she drew ever so closer to where she thought his lips were.

Then his hand pressed heavily on her neck, throwing the pony face first into the dirt ground. Rarity spat out the wood chips and soil that had gotten into her mouth, confused. With the same hand, she felt him pull harshly against her mane, wrapping the hairs around his clawed fingers in his grip.

She squealed, she whined. But all of this was held under her breath, to prevent any significant sound to escape and bring attention to the bush where they were.

Rarity whimpered from the pain but finally opened her eyes when something soft brushed against her lips. “What are you-?”

“This is what you want.” He said.

“N-no...” His member breached her lips and reached far enough to hit her throat, causing her to gag. He pulled out just as quickly as he had thrust. His unsheathed penis was coated in her saliva. Rarity coughed once, twice, before wincing again as he took a better hold of her mane.

“Now tell me. What is it that you want?” He asked again.

She didn't dare look up to answer him. Catching her breath, she instead stared at his engorged penis in front of her, throbbing red and moist from her saliva.

Inside her, the capsule brushed over a nerve cluster, causing a spasm and Rarity cringed from the pleasure. She arched her back and her eyes met with his. She panted. He stared down without concern for her suffering.

She shuddered.

Her lips parted and she stretched her tongue out of her mouth. Leaning forward, her cheek brushed against the bulb-like head. With a tilt of her head, Rarity caught the bulb and enclosed her lips. Her tongue roiled around the foreign form, stroking up and down its under length as its tip brushed against the roof of her mouth. Craning her neck downwards, she bobbed her head once. Twice. Three times before pulling her lips away from his penis with a popping sound from the suction.

With her restful pause, Rarity glanced up at him. While his face showed no visible signs of changing from the intense and focused stare, his grip on her mane loosened, but her hairs were still wrapped around his fingers.

No matter.

Remaining in eye contact with him, Rarity used a front hoof to press against the base of his member, pointing it upward as she took him in her mouth again. Holding only the head in her mouth, she let her tongue explore the surface and shape.

Her tongue flickered over the urethra opening, then massaged all sides of the tip. She brushed her tongue back and forth then side to side. Anything she thought would get him off right away. Her ministrations continued, all the while she felt her crotch grow hotter the more she tasted him in her mouth.

She swallowed some of his taste, then wrapped his member around her tongue by forming it into a 'V' shape. Letting her saliva build up in her mouth, she began swishing it from cheek to cheek, as her tongue continued to cradle his penis throughout.

His taste grew stronger and saltier, especially at the tip of his penis, where she decided to assault with her tongue once more. Drool escaped as her lips parted. Unable to sit upright on her haunches, Rarity had been slowly moving her free front hoof down her body, and past her waist, to rub against her crotch. Her hoof met the material of her dress, making circular motions and gentle upward flicks of her ankle to part her lower lips.

She felt him press further into her mouth again, which caused her to instinctively swallow. He groaned softly to this, pausing, then pushing further in to the point that her tongue struggled to move. Rarity pushed back against him with her hoof, and tried to pull her head away. He kept her in place, tugging her by the mane to take him deeper. Her throat swallowed and swallowed, and soon his entire length was pressed past the lips of her mouth. Rarity continued to swallow, tried to open her jaw—anything that would allow her to breath once more. Then he pulled out, allowing her to take a loud gasp of air.

Unlike before, her throat wasn't speared and she was better prepared. But still she coughed as her throat was unaccustomed.

Her heavy breaths became soft once again, while her mind only seemed to get foggier instead of clearer. Rarity licked her lips and looked into his green eyes as her hoof pulled up the hem of her dress and she directly touched the wetness between her legs.

She tentatively stroked her already-erect clitoris, eliciting a moan. Then she moved farther down, touching her lower lips. Her hoof was already wet by now, and the sound of her gooey folds was painstakingly obvious. She felt the hops and skips of the pill still inside her with more intensity, now that she was no longer distracted by tending to his member.

But that did not last long as he brought the tip closer to her nose and she caught a whiff of his salty clear precum. Rarity moaned, dragging her tongue along the entire length from the base to the tip. She lapped up the bead of liquid emanating from the tip. She used her hoof to sandwich his penis between her tongue on the other side, and with her other hoof the pony massaged her crotch in an “S” motion. Soon more and more beads of salty taste began to dribble out and Rarity saw fit to take him into her mouth again. She moaned, copying the buzz coming from within her flesh walls. He moaned.

Rarity bobbed her head faster and faster, matching the pace of her hoof grinding between her legs. Releasing her mane, he grabbed her head with both hands and pumped his hips into her face. She had since dropped her hoof and began furiously rubbing her clitoris and lips with both hooves at the same speed. The heat continued to build. Her body was constantly convulsing.

Ten seconds. Then twenty. Then nearly thirty seconds passed of him scrubbing her tongue with his dick until he groaned and growled. He thrust himself as deep as he could. Electricity shot throughout her body, robbing her control of her muscles. Rarity was locked in place as fire wracked her mind and she felt her hooves become drenched in her juices.

A burst of pungent flavor coursed into Rarity's mouth and she swallowed the yolk-like texture of the fluid lest she drown in it. No matter how much she squealed or whined, he did not take himself out. She continued to swallow until some filled her nostrils. When she began gagging and gargling he finally released her and her head dropped to the ground.

After swallowing a thin film of semen that coated her throat, she lay there, gasping. Rarity felt numb. Her eyes watered and her nose was clogged. Even as she had reached climax however, electricity was starting to build again. The buzzing reached her ears, and she groaned. Because of the furious activity deep past where her hooves could reach, Rarity cried out a gasp.

"Now that you're wet enough, push." She heard him command. She nodded groggily and began to grunt, contracting and relaxing her muscles. With one final effort, the capsule slipped out of her and dropped to the ground.

Rarity shuddered out a relieved exhale.

She felt his claws stroke through her mane, slowly and gently. “Good girl, Rarity. You did it. You're such a good girl.” He cooed while patting her head and rubbing her ears between his digits.

As her tongue lolled out and a trail of drool fell out of her mouth, Rarity felt her cheeks move upward in a smile.

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Author's Note: I can have popular now?