Dirty Sexy Pony

Rarity took a deep breath of fresh air. Today was her day off.

A day without clients. A day for shopping. A day with her friends at the spa.

A day without...she unwittingly found her hoof lightly touching her crotch.

Rarity quickly moved her hoof and found nopony at the market had seen her. She shook her head of the thought and took another deep breath.

By the time she returned to the Carousel Boutique, the sun had already begun to set.

Turning on the downstairs lights Rarity placed her bags onto the table. “Twilight! Sweetie Belle? I'm home!” she walked upstairs.

As she reached the top of the stairs Rarity noticed that the guest room door was open, and light was pouring out into the hallway. At a casual trot she reached the open door she peered in.

While not as opulent as her own, the guest bedroom was well furnished and chic. Rarity looked toward the bed where she saw Spike with a book in one clawed hand while stroking Sweetie Belle's mane in the other. Her sister's closed eyes and soft breathing was always such a dear sight.

Rarity stopped herself from immediately calling the dragon's attention out loud when she realized she had to speak in a hushed voice and she moved closer. “Spike, good. Where's Twi...” she paused. When she had a better look at him, the dragon's frame was longer and his arms and legs lankier. The baby dragon seemed to have gained a good ten inches in height. But what was most striking were his eyes. She kept her distance. Rarity's eyebrows furrowed and a scowl appeared on her face. Her Spike was still just a baby. Unable to stay up this late at night. Innocent and kind and wonderful.

But the one sitting before her, stroking her sister's mane...the one who had appeared in her room that night...the one who since that night had raping her over and over...was causing her grief as she looked into those green eyes...he couldn't be Spike...he wasn't Spike...

“No..." Rarity growled out. "...what are you doing here?”

The dragon sent a wicked grin her way in response to the change in her tone. He closed the book and placed it onto the side table, still stoking his other hand through the filly's mane.

“Twilight had some sort of emergency.” He replied in a cool manner. “So she left Spike here to wait until you came back. By the way, I found this in Sweetie's luggage.” He picked something off the bed from behind him and showed off a small yellow jar. “It's sleeping medicine. Was she planning on pulling a prank on poor ol' Spike? Sweetie Belle's so cute, though...She never expected to fall for it, herself.” He chuckled.

Rarity's breaths were quick and shallow as her eyes darted between him and her sister's sleeping form.

Gulping, Rarity pressed ahead but made sure she remained out of his reach. “G-get away from her.” She hissed in a hushed tone.

“Don't worry. Relax. It isn't harmful at all." He waved off her harsh stare with a raised claw. "Besides, it's your day off after all. Go take a bath, or something." He looked toward Sweetie Belle again and lightly touched her lips. "You know what? It's funny, actually, since I was just about to wake her up when you got back. You know, since I got the urge again, and all.” He pouted at the look on Rarity's face and sighed. What? “I'll be just as gentle with her as I am with you, alright?”

“N-no. Doing those things to me is one thing...but my sister has nothing to do with this. That's just crossing the line.”

His grin melted away, leaving only an expressionless stare.

“You're mine.” His voice turned stern. “What's yours is mine.” Hopping to his feet, the dragon walked confidently toward the mare, causing her to stumble away from his approach. “Wasn't it kind of me to give you a break? You were working so hard, after all, listening to my orders. So doesn't it make sense that since I gave you a day off, somepony has to take your place.”

“No.” Her last few backward steps brought her bumping up against the wall.

“No?” He drew closer. A flash of irritation appeared on his face. “I'm finding it strange how you're using a word I didn't teach you so many times now.”

“No! W-what I mean was-”

Her exclamation was cut off as he pressed his finger against her lips. “Shh. Don't forget that Sweetie Belle's sleeping. Inside voice, please.”

She looked through the open doorway, watching the smaller white pony breathe in shallow, peaceful breaths. The filly yawned and turned over so she was facing away from them.

Rarity gulped and looked back to his eyes. His cold, green eyes.

Parting her lips, Rarity curled her tongue around his finger. She closed her lips around it, letting her tongue dance around his scaly finger. “Let me take care of your urge.” She said amidst sucking on his digit. “Come with me to my bedroom.”

“I couldn't, Rarity!" He feigned shock. "It's your day off! I care too much about you to ignore your stress. It wouldn't do if you got sick and I had to replace you for another day”

“Don't be silly...” she quickly replied. Taking his finger out of his mouth, Rarity stood on her hind legs, hanging her front hooves around his neck and brought her face close to his. She did her best to speak in a husky, seductive manner. “I...I'll suck you completely dry. I'll ride you all night. I'll squeeze you until you can't even stand up again. So...you shouldn't have to...deal with my sister...please?”

“Ah. I see.” he nodded his head in understanding. Removing her off of him, the dragon began walking back to the room. “Are you jealous? Don't be. I'll show you that I can love you both equally.”

“...please, please let me do it! Leave Sweetie Belle out of this!” He felt her wrap her hooves around him from behind in an attempt to keep him from walking any further. It was a bit unwieldy but he was able to remain standing and take the extra weight as she leaned on him “I said it already...I'll take care of all your urges, whenever you have them. Just please...please leave my sister alone...”

“...alright.” He finally acquiesced. “Then turn around and put your hooves on the wall.”

“What?" Rarity was unable to keep her tone from raising. "N-no, not here...let's go to my bedroo-”

“Turn. Around.”

She took a step back, dropped to all fours and looked again into the guest room. Through the open door, Rarity could see the curly mane of Sweetie Belle poking over the sheets she had wrapped around herself. If she were awake, the filly would most definitely be able to see her in the hallway. It made Rarity's heart race.

Rarity obeyed and faced the wall. She shifted her weight onto her hind legs again and leaned her front hooves onto the wall in front of her.

The light from the guest room cast several large shadows onto the wall above and around her. The most immediate was her own, staying close to her form as her body blocked the light. Then there was a taller, more ominous form that moved closer until it overwhelmed hers.

Rarity felt his palms caress her haunches like so many times before. The circular motions, the kneading of her hips with his fingers.

His arms reached between her legs and she felt his fingers pet her crotch. Her heart beat faster from his closeness. Her tail brushed against his face.

“Mmm...” He breathed out approvingly, “...you're drenched.”

Rarity closed her eyes in shame.

Tracing his hands up and down her thighs, he brought his clawed hands back to her lower lips, parting them with the finger and thumb of one hand and dipped the fingers of his other hand.

He flicked her engorged nub. She gasped.

He pushed his fingers up to his knuckle.

She moaned.

He pinched her clitoris.

Her tail twitched and swayed.

His fingers went in and out of her, making "schlicks" as he manipulated her wet folds.

His pace started to pick up. She began to push her hips back as he pushed in.

Placing his face between her legs, he stroked his tongue along her slit, diddling her dripping wet lower lips. He outstretched his forked tongue and curled around Rarity's clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard.

Rarity was quickly reaching climax, pressing herself against the wall and panting louder and louder. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her body. In a single thrust his hard member pierced deeper than his fingers had managed to reach and it did so with again and again with every thrust.

Her body churned, burning from electric shocks that were tightening her muscles, trying to hold him inside her.

Then her cup overflowed, and Rarity screamed a long guttural moan.

“Are you tired already?” He asked with a sigh, slowing his thrusts until his motions tapered off. “Well if that's the case, I'll just have to wake up your sister and-”

“No.” She shook her head desperately between heavy gasps for air. Rarity looked over her shoulder to him. “I can still relieve you. I-I'm the only one you need.”

“Oh, is that right?”

Her resolve wavered for a moment. Looking past him, Rarity saw the sleeping form of her sister in the guest room, still facing away and ignorant of the sick events taking place. Rarity gulped. With great effort she looked again into his green eyes. The same eyes of her Spike, but void of his kind nature and generous heart. Eyes that were perverted by some unknown entity that first descended unto her so many nights ago.

“Yes. But promise me that you won't touch a hair on her head. I'll do whatever you ask as long as it doesn't affect Sweetie Belle.”

He smiled. “My dear, it's up to you to show me how far you'll go to prove that. I'm not making any promises without you satisfying me first.”

“Yes. Yes, of course.” Her horn glowed a faint blue and with her magic she closed the guestroom door. He chuckled at her concern.

Without Sweetie Belle in sight, she felt less disgusting; better able to rationalize what she was doing was necessary to protect her loved ones.

Without a word she pushed him out of her, letting out a gasp despite herself from the wet movement. He acquiesced and took a step back.

Turning around she laid onto the floor, so her face was at his waist.

She spared no time and engulfed his entire length into her mouth. She slid it out of her lips with a pop before devouring it once more. Rarity swirled her tongue around his head once before pulling her lips off of his now saliva-coated member.

Raising her hoof she pushed him to the ground. Rarity mounted his waist, facing away from him.

She lowered herself onto his member, but slid it between her lips rather than having it entering her right away. Sitting on her haunches atop of him, Rarity fought against the urge of impaling herself right then and there to satiate her growing need to be filled once more.

Lifting herself up, Rarity lowered again, coating him in her juices as his well lubricated member stood stiff between her, grinding itself against her clitoris and swollen lips.

She bounced up and down, gyrating her body to keep her momentum going.

After a while Rarity heard him say behind her “I have an idea” and was pushed forward onto her front hooves to her surprise. She was frozen for a moment, afraid that he had changed his mind until she heard him approaching again.

“What are you-?” Before she was able to turn around the feeling of soft silk brushed against her eyes as he blindfolded her.

“Follow me.” He commanded and Rarity screamed in pain as he grabbed a claw-full of her mane and tugged her forward.

She walked until he nudged her to stop. Rarity tried to peer through the silk cloth to no avail. Her blindfold was several layers thick, and it was tied tightly around her head.

He guided her front hooves, one at a time up so that she was standing at an angle and leaning on top of something. Rarity felt his fingers dive between her lower lips, spreading them then dipping into her folds. She shuddered as they pulled out.

And then...

Her eyes shot open from under her blindfold. “NO! S-STOP!” He ignored her sudden shriek and slapped her ass to quiet her.

One finger. “Agh! N-NO!”

Slap. Then a second wet finger...entered through her dark ring

Rarity breathed heavily through her mouth, clenching her swollen ass to prevent him from invading her any further. Her tail was pulled out of the way as she tried to hide her shame.

She felt his fingers curl inside of her. Her back arched. “NO! TAKE IT OUT OF THERE! TAKE IT OUT, PLEASE!”

He pushed his clawed fingers deeper in, causing her to writhe in unwanted pleasure at the probing of her anus.

Rarity gulped at the shame and her powerlessness to stop him. No, of her mind's powerlessness to stop her body's tacit submission.

He finally pulled his fingers out. Rarity's blindfold had gotten soaked in her tears. Wet snot dripped from her nose. Her cries went unacknowledged. Just as her body remained perfectly in place as he had positioned her, leaning onto something about a few feet off the ground, so that she was standing with her weight on her hind legs.

Legs that were close to buckling from the extraordinary fire that weakened her knees.

She felt his penis move in-between her lips again, coating itself wet in her juices.

"...no...please..." was all she could whisper when he felt him press once more just under her tail. He pressed against the eye, and all she could do is shudder and wince. He continued further past her sphincter, and her clenching tightly only added fuel to his enjoyment.

Rarity ground her teeth against one another from the pain.

He pulled on her tail, causing her to squeal in surprise.

“Tell me...what you're feeling.” He grunted his order. Pausing as she knew he was only half-deep inside.

She shook her head desperately. He thrust hard into her and caused her to cry out.

“TELL ME!” He bellowed now, tugging her tail and grasping the back of her mane with his other hand. He continued to thrust.

“It...it hurts!” She cried out.

A wild smile appeared on his face. “How...do you...like it?”

She only winced at his tugs and pulls. Crying softly as her ass continued to burn from being forcibly filled. “Please...stop!”

He heard him huff and his hands let go of her mane and tail. His motions paused, granting her a moment of reprieve to catch her breath. But he remained inside. She shook her head slowly from the feeling of him inside her.

“So disappointing...You promised, didn't you?”

“...what?” She sensed the smoldering rage in his soft-spoken question. It was difficult to hear through the burning.

“What a stupid mare...” he growled and slapped her ass. She flinched and whimpered, but did not cry out this time. “...so you want me to stop, right?”

His pause signaled to Rarity that he expected a response.

She raised her head to nod but stopped herself. She gulped and tried hard to think. She sharply inhaled and quickly shook her head. “N-no...” she nearly realized too late.

“I see.” He said, caressing the flesh of her ass that had reddened under her pristine white coat. “I guess I won't be asking Sweetie the same question...so tell me again.” He smacked his lips. “What do you think?” Without warning her, he pushed inside of her until his waist pressed against her ass.

She hissed at the movement, but instead focused as best she could on answering him. “It...it hurts...” she admitted, letting a chill rush up her spine before continuing. “It hurts, but...it's...good...”

“Mmm...” He breathed out and hugged her from behind, pressing his face into her back. His pistoning remained at a slow pace. “I'm sorry I was so harsh on you...” As his hand reached around to caress her lower lips and clit, he planted a trail of kisses along her sore flesh. "Let me make it up to you..."

This continued for a few minutes. His thrusts took on a greater frequency, and Rarity loosened her muscles to better receive him.

With every thrust he grunted. With every thrust she sharply inhaled.

A slow push into her. A low, soft moan.

Soon he quickened. Eventually her heart began to race.

Every pull drew a gasp and every push a groan.

His kisses stopped. Instead Rarity felt small nibbles along her back. She felt him angle himself so he scraped her inner flesh walls.

She gasped and shuddered at the alien yet familiar sensation.

“Does it...still hurt...?” he asked standing straight up with his hands now on her hips, directing the angle of the thrusts and unique moments of filling her.

“Not...as much...” Rarity said and bit her bottom lip. The fog in her mind grew denser than she had ever known it as fire and electricity shot through her in unfamiliar ways.

He picked up the pace. She moaned and tentatively began to push herself back into him. To meet him mid way to lengthen the time of being filled.

Her cup was being filled quicker than ever before.

Rarity felt him pull her mane back again. She turned her head to face over her shoulder when his hand brushed against her face. He pulled the blindfold off of her and Rarity saw his cold stare once more. Determined and hungry as he consumed her with every thrust.

The sharp light irritated her eyes after being blindfolded, but the decor of the room had called for her attention. Looking forward she realized she was leaning against the guestroom bed.

He laughed with shortened breath as she noticed Sweetie Belle with a distraught look on her face. “Don't worry, Rarity. She's fast asleep.”

“N-no!” Rarity panted. She turned away, but he continued to thrust. “I can't!”

Thrust. Thrust.

“She won't wake up, remember?” He announced. “Did you forget that she's drugged?”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“AH! Auh...Drugged? Why...drugged?”

He shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Such a short memory you have!” He changed his pace.

Thrust. Thrust-thrust.

“I...I'm sorry!”

“Don't be!” He announced.

Thrust. Thrust-thrust.

“Besides...how long have you been taking me in your ass in front of your little sister while she slept!? Showed her your face and moans of pleasure?”

He stayed inside her and rolled from side to side. He scraped against all side of her inner walls in a circular motion.

“No!” She cried out in pain and pleasure. Happiness and self-loathing. “You threatened me! You threatened her! You...drugged her and wanted to...!”

He paused.

“I did it because I missed you, Rarity. I couldn't bare...being alone...”

Rarity cringed at his sudden stop and gasped. “You...can't?” His words were hard to understand through the fog. Her mind was lost in a fog of pleasure.

She turned to look at him once more, her eyes half-lidded and in a daze.

"No." He grunted. "Remember? Sweetie...Belle was going...to replace you!”

“N-n-no!" She tiredly shook her head back and forth. "You...can't! Can't...replace me...with...!”

He resumed his movements, earning a shuddered cry from her.

Schlick.

Thrust-thrust.

Schlick.

Thrust-thrust.

“I'm not going to! I have you...now!”

Thrust-schlick-thrust.

Thrust-thrust-thrust-schlick.

“Ah...ah...AH...You have...me?”

Thrust. Schlick.

Thrust-thrust-thrust.

“That's right...I finally...have...you!”

Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust.

“You...have...ME!”

“Yeah. YEAH.”

“Oh...ah...” she laughed and moaned.

He slowed his pace much to her disappointment. “Don't you want...to say goodnight to your little sister, Rarity?”

While slow, each of his thrusts were heavy, slapping his hips against her ass loud enough for it to echo throughout the room.

He put his finger into her mouth for a moment, allowing her to taste her own juices. She happily sucked until he pulled it out.

“Y-yeah...” Rarity sighed dreamily. She glanced downwards at the sleeping filly with a glazed look in her half-lidded eyes and smiled warmly at the sight of the filly.

He grabbed the unicorn's hips, gripping and digging into her tightly with his claws and sped up. Pounding into her.

Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust.

“Ah! Ah! Sweetie...Belle!” Rarity closed her eyes to find her words, but the sensations were amplified by doing so, causing her to let out a long guttural moan. “Ah! Good night...Sweetie! Your big...sister...loves...you-AHHHHH!”

She arched her back. Her head pulled up from the massive surge of fire so that Rarity was lifted to stand on her hind legs. Her howl echoed through the house.

She fell to the floor, panting. He had slipped out of her amidst his own orgasm, leaving a trail of gooey white between them. Hearing gasps behind her, Rarity looked over her shoulder and saw him breathing heavily as well.

A labored, but satisfied breathing.

“Oh. You're still hard...” she noted with much interest. Rarity turned around and slowly crawled over to where he sat, dragging her tongue along the trail until she reached him. She swallowed in delight at the taste. Looking at his still erect penis, she moaned at the delicious sight and opened her mouth, slurping and lapping at the overpowering mix of his and her juices. She was in heaven, sucking hard in an attempt to taste more of his salty cream when she lifted her head high enough for his penis to pop out of her mouth. Looking into his eyes, she licked her lips. She was unsatisfied. “...time for the next round?”

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Author's Note: Fine, I don't care about being popular anymore...