The Canterlot Tails

Finally. At long last, you’re ready to move out of your cunt girlfriend’s place and make a proper homestead. That battle ax has given you enough grief about the way you do things, how you aren’t rich and famous, how you aren’t a football star, this, that, and the other thing. Thankfully, she has been addicted to sex, something you don’t mind giving out so much.

As you stroll down the street towards the realtor’s, you mull over your finances and past sexual experiences. The one you are most fond of crops up the most: the third time Blossomforth tied you up. You relive the sharp pain in your ass when she whipped you with a riding crop, her cries of delight when you made her orgasm repeatedly, the trickle of blood you drew from her vagina. It’s all vividly fresh in your mind as you approach the victorian-style building. You shift your shaft in your shorts and stride inside.

The ding of the bell alerts the fine woman at work, but she doesn't bother to pause for a simple greeting. She instead holds up a finger as to say “one moment, I’m in the zone,” or something along those lines. You don’t mind waiting, her slender figure manages to fill her fine clothing. The thin white blouse hugs her waist and chest very well, leaving little to the imagination, yet still makes a professional statement on its own. Her long black skirt showcases her round behind and amazing legs.

The sign in the window confirmed it, she’s a realtor, at least part time. Rarity is also a designer, the various posters, spools of thread and bolts of fabric would indicate. She seems busy now, however, creating an outfit of silk.

“One moment, madam, I’m nearly finished!” the purple-haired beauty says towards you. Her voice is sophisticated and, rather sexy. You excuse her slip and slip off your expensive sport coat. With a cast of blue magic, the dress in progress floats through the air and onto a mannequin. The sleek red thing looks expensive, but on the right woman, it would be unforgettable.

“Marvelous, is it no-oh!” Rarity is startled that a man is in the store, as opposed to the opposite gender. “Pardon me, sir, I do apologize for calling you, er, madam. My name is Rarity, and how may I assist you today?” She puts her hand on her waist and adorns a helpful face, the red reading glasses on her nose sag just a tiny bit with her winning smile.

“It’s a pleasure, Miss Rarity,” you say as you step forward, gently taking her hand. “My name is Bow Strings, and I’m looking for a new place to live.” You try your best to match her level of intelligent politeness, annunciating slightly more than normal and keeping your posture straight. “You see, my current love interest and I aren’t seeing eye to eye. I want to, let’s just say, have a place to go if and when things fall through. Which they will. Soon, fortunately.” You maintain eye contact, Rarity seems very engaged with you.

“It’s a shame how things work out, isn’t it, Mister Strings?”

“Please, call me Bow,” you reply. Your deep voice seems to have found it’s mark, Rarity’s cheeks are slightly rosy, her chest rises and falls quickly. Your own heart is in your mouth, you’re anxious to hear how she will react.

“Oh, oh well alright, Bow.” She trails off, gazing right at your eyes. “Oh! Well, what kind of accommodations were you in the market for? A, bachelor pad, of sorts?” She entrusts her hand from your amorous grasp for another moment.

“Not quite.” You glance around and let Rarity’s warm fingers go. Taking a better look around the shop, you begin walking around slowly. “I am tired of paying rent. I want my own place, with a few beds, a garage, a nice yard to keep, maybe even a pool, a basement...” you trail off, feigning transition into deep thought as you stare at the striking red gown. It’s quite nice, and very easy to imagine Rarity’s curves filling it out.

“Do you like it?” Rarity appears at your side and begins selling unconsciously. “It’s inspired by the finest French designers, but I used my own ideas, and a bit of oriental influence. That’s why it almost looks like a kimono, yet you could, well, not you, per say, but a fine woman could wear it to any formal event. I’m quite proud of it, actually. Oh my, but what are your thoughts, Bow?”

You look up and down it, fantasizing about running your fingers up Rarity’s leg, slipping the silk up her thigh, her waist, her chest, then all the way off. You scratch your chin and collect your thoughts. “It’s exquisite, to be sure. I really enjoy the way this part looks, this, what would you call it? This part here.”

“The overlap, on the breast? You can undo it like this.” Rarity easily undoes three concealed clasps and the front of the dress slides open easily, exposing the off-white mannequin underneath.

“So one can easily get in and out of it, you see. It’s designed for dating women, or, I suppose, ladies looking for companionship, such as myself.” She blushes and covers her mouth with one hand as if in shock. “Oh my, did I just say that, that last part?” Her face reddens deeply, and you find it hard to conceal your smile.

Rarity turns away and magically fixes the claps on the dress with a flick of the wrist. “Well then,” she reprises. “It’s out there, now. No changing that. Let’s move on to your house, now.” Her face is rosy when she turns to face you again, but not the deep crimson from a moment ago. Rarity aims one hand in the general direction of a rear door, while offering her other for you to take. “Shall we, Bow?”

“Of course, miss Rarity.” You take her hand and give it a gentle peck. A delicate scent lifts off her skin and to your nose. When you look up, Rarity’s hand rests above her breast, her face is quite flustered. You may just get quite a deal out of her yet.

Hours pass, and browsing the town for suitable lots and houses has turned up two possible choices. The first a sturdy home right off of the marketplace with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an attic and little furniture. The second, a tall, stately house with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large basement, a nice yard and a clean garage. The choice is obvious, as the second home has enough space around it so that screams of pain and pleasure will go unheard by the neighbors.

“784 Hoofington Street, that’s quite an investment,” Rarity says. “The residents moved into a new home in Canterlot, I believe. It’s a shame, really. They threw quite elegant soirees, especially for Ponyville folk. Pray tell, Bow, what are your plans for such a place? Surely it won’t be lived in by only one person all the time.”

You sip your gourmet coffee and look across the table at Rarity. She’s still in her nice blouse and skirt. “Of course not,” you set your mug down carefully. “Besides holding a few private concerts, I want to use the basement for my private studies, a nice room for myself. The top floor will be for my bed and a guest bed, the main living space downstairs, well, we’ll just have to find some sort of use for that. Maybe set up some acoustic panelling, I’m sure I can find a use for it. I really like high ceiling here. I can see it now, yes! A nice leather couch, another facing it, soft white carpet, I’ll slide all the comfy dining room chairs out, and I’ll have plenty of room. My own concert hall, in my living room! It will be perfect.”

“That sounds positively marvelous, Bow. I can’t wait to start the paperwork to make this home yours.” Rarity stands, her back remains straight. She bites a pen cap, thinking about the sale, and runs one finger along the buttons of her blouse, accentuating the roundness of her nice, full breasts. “I’ll grab my portfolio now.”

You gladly watch her tight ass as it sways away to her office. Looking down the straight hallway, her office door is open. Rarity bends over, keeping her legs straight, and opens a filing cabinet. You greedily take in the shape of her backside for the time she’s stooping over the drawer, swaying from side to side. At last, she stands up, a large folder in her arms, and kicks the bottom file closed. You turn around to face the table before you’re caught.

“Here we are,” she says from the hall. “All the documents needed for you to officially own your new house. Let’s begin, shall we?”

* * *

“FINE! I’ve been cheating on you anyway, asshole! Get the fuck out!” Blossomforth, in her underwear and one of your old t-shirts, isn’t happy to hear the news. You knew of the affair, but it was a non-issue. You stopped truly caring about her weeks ago. Ever since you began making payments on the new house, the bills were hard to hide. Luckily, the expensive stuff, the tv, the two cellos, the camera and the femdom equipment were already in the new place on Hoofington.

You block out the yelling and get the last of your clothes packed. Tristan, your old friend from high school orchestra class is helping, but he’s having a tougher time ignoring the ear-battering Blossomforth is belting out. The last box is packed, your nice ties, shirts and rope.

“Jeez, Bow Strings. What’s with all this S&M shit?” Tristan asks as he hefts the last of your luggage into the car.

“It’s not your stuff, is it?” You retort and slam the trunk.

“Fuck no it isn’t! I don’t want some dominatrix using me to put out ciggare-”

“Then shut the fuck up! I paid money for my things, and I don’t question why you buy all that, that pony merch.”

In the passenger seat, Tristan opens his mouth to rebuttal, but closes his mouth and squints his eyes. He sighs and buckles his seat belt. The drive across town is short, Ponyville isn’t very big at all.

Hoofington is a side street in the wealthiest part of town. The neighborhood is sort of ritzy, but not too flashy. It’s the perfect breeding ground for future sadists and perverts, the recluse and excess is fuel for the young’s boredom. The house for sale was posted less than a week before you bought it. You’ve already moved most of your things; this is the last time you’ll ever have to go to see Blossomforth at her home. Your mind, however is running wild with intense sessions the two of you had.

The stunning brightness and spaciousness of the living room does much to take your thoughts away. The tall windows that looks over the backyard face west, as do the windows higher up on the wall. All of the windows let in the afternoon sun in abundance.

“No question why you bought this place, Bow.” Tristan sets the box down on the carpet and looks up to the vaulted ceiling and the room in general. “You could throw some crazy fucking parties in here. Hey! If we do, I swear, if you do have a rager in here, I’ll help you clean up and kick everyone out in the morning.”

“No, no wild parties here,” you yell up from the staircase which leads to your basement. “The furniture I ordered is way too expensive to play beer pong and make out with sluts on.”

Tristan is audibly saddened, but you pay no attention to him. The final box lays open in front of you. Its contents bring back sick, fantastic memories. You pick up a stained sleep-blinder. You remember the exact session it became soiled, and you’ll never clean it. The bits of the black felt are bloodstained.

It must have been four months ago, the third time Blossomforth agreed to fuck using ropes and gags. She’s a bitch, a controlling, cruel bitch with a jaded heart; she’s just the type of bitch that loves inflicting pain in the people she loves. She definitely loved you.

“Shut your fucking face!” Blossomforth punctuates her command with a painful slap to the face. “Beg! Beg to put your tongue in my pussy, you bitch.” She slapped your face again, harder.

“Y-yes, mistress! Please, please let me taste your slit.” Blossom smacks your cranium with a crop, but you can’t see a thing. You right yourself in the chair you sit in. The rope digs into your wrists harshly.

“Excuse me, slave?”

“Please, mistress, let me taste your pussy, mistress.”

She takes your chin gently with one hand, pretending that she cares. “That’s better. Open up, slave.” Blossom lets your chin go.

You open your mouth open wide and stick out your tongue, just like at the doctor’s. You feel a pinprick on your forehead, Blossomforth’s gloves are tipped with metal claws, the tips razor sharp. You bend to her whim, a trickle of blood drips down onto the blinder. The pain is sharp, but equally so is the rush of excitement it brings.

She grabs your hair with her other hand and draws her claws away. You can taste your own blood drip onto your tongue.

“Swallow,” she commands you. “I don’t want your dirty blood to touch my cunt, slave”

“Yes, mistress.” You obey, drinking down your own blood. You immediately stick your tongue out again.

“All clean, slave. It’s almost as if you don’t want to be punished.” Blossomforth says, a little too sweetly. “If you don’t make me cum hard, you don’t get to fuck me, and I decide what hard is.”

“Yes, mist-” Blossomforth stops you with an open hand to your cheek, harder than before. You sit up again, your cock stands rigid out of your lap.

“You speak only when spoken to!” She slaps your face again, hard. The left side of your face burns with pain. “Isn’t that right, worthless slave?”

“Yes, mistress!” You can feel the cut on your face has opened again, warmth trickles down your nose under the blinder and around your mouth.

Blossomforth uses a cloth to wipe it away. “You better love thi-

“Bow Strings, you done down there?” Tristan asks from somewhere upstairs. “I gotta get going!”

You look back to the box full of leather and stainless steel and velvet. Your cock is rock-hard from the memories alone. “One minute, Tristan,” you yell back. Your deep voice echos slightly in the concrete confines. Your mind swirls with possibilities, but you drown them and head back upstairs.

* * *

The party is winding down upstairs, the well-to-do need their beauty sleep. The partiers you left upstairs with a full bottle of wine were Tristan, in a tux, thankfully, a few seemingly available women and a handful of other acquaintances and neighbors. Rarity, however, had your eye all evening.

You and her remained in contact since the sale of the house, casually chatting at the grocery store, arranging for coffee, then a nice night out.

Then came the fourth date, a nice night alone on a warm summer evening, watching the stars on a hillside. She wore her silk faux kimono, the red thing you saw her finish when you met. Your fingers intertwined whilst reaching for the champagne.

The accidental touch was not quite an accident, of course, but Rarity played innocently naive. You poured two glasses, gave a toast, sipped and closely conversed thereafter. Rarity had finished her drink rather quickly.

The rest of the evening was pleasant, but that was it. You denied her a kiss at her doorstep, and instead you offered an invitation to your first house party. Tonight, she’s yours, moderately drunk and very frisky. She’s wearing a sexy and stylish cocktail dress that leaves little to the imagination.

“I knew you were gifted from your performance, Bow Strings, but I didn’t know you were so well hung!”

“Thank you, miss Rarity.”

Rarity sits back on her knees, looking up into your eyes. “Bow, I’m eye level with your penis, you hardly have to call me miss.”

“My apologies,” you reply, gently touching her expertly fixed hair. “Respectfulness is a vice of mine.”

“And I have mine,” Rarity says hotly. She grabs your hardening shaft by the base, sticking her pinky out. She gently squeezes and starts rubbing the entire length of your rod, and soon it’s hard as steel. You have abstained from masturbating since you moved in, you want a mammoth load for Rarity.

She flips her hair out of her eyes and begins using two hands, her dainty fingers aren’t enough to do the job adequately. “Oh, miss Rarity, I have an idea. How would you like,” you pause to draw her curiosity. “What would you think of being in total control? Of having me and my cock completely at your mercy? What would you do to me? What, my dear,” you touch a finger to her chin and tilt her head up.”Would you have me do to you?

Rarity lets go of your ironclad and stands up, her dress rides high enough on her thighs that you can glimpse her purple panties. You are unsure, but you think, and hope, that there is a wet spot on them. She lifts one of her fine, shapely legs and clings to your shoulders, her face inches from yours. Rarity rests her thigh on yours, her warm region presses into your bare shaft.

“Bow, are you asking for what I hope you are asking?” Her sweet breath entices you as much as the heat from her crotch touching your erection.

“Miss Rarity, on the other side of the basement is a hidden room. Inside is a wooden chair and a very comfortable bed. Please, bind my hands and feet and, and dominate me. Treat me like a slave, use me, release your pent up anger on me. Then fuck me.”

The words hover in the air for an agonizingly long time. Rarity’s face is unreadable. She backs away an inch, still holding you. Her gaze drops to your aching shaft briefly, then to you. Rarity’s lips purse and twist into a wicked grin.

Rarity presses her entire body into yours, her heavy breasts are compressed between you. She breathes in you ear: “I’ve never done that before, but I absolutely love that idea.” She leans up and bites your ear gently, but slowly chomps with her front teeth hard enough to bring intense pain.

You yell reflexively, the unexpected bite distracts you from your sex drive momentarily, but the ache that follows makes your blood boil and your cock throb. You turn and pin Rarity against the wall, she’s breathing harder than you. You press your hands on her heaving breasts and your lips firmly to hers. Her lips are sweet like her breath, the silk of her dress is thin, soft and heated by her bare breasts underneath. She grabs your face, breathing deeply and moaning with anxious longing.

You work one hand up to undue the swift clasps, but she pushes your face away and slaps it hard. “You dare think you are worthy to see my bare chest?” she inquires with hostility. “You are lucky to even see my eyes looking at yours, you worthless puddle of vitriol!” Rarity’s face softens a bit, then she says: “Am I on the right track?”

You touch your face where she slapped you. It stings, but the pain is fading fast. “Yes, that was perfect. The safeword is always ‘clef’ when I play.” You shift your stance, preparing your mind for submission.

“Clef it is. Now, lead your mistress to the chamber.”

“Yes, mistress Rarity, this way.” You walk to the gap in the wall between the second and third bookcase and push the false wall open. A flick of a switch bathes a small room in white and red light. The chamber is filled by a fastened chair with leather restraints, borrowed from an insane asylum no less, a large bed with silk sheets, a sink with a mirror and an inverting rack near a large trunk, which rests at the foot of the bed. You step inside and let Rarity in. You notice as she walks in that your semi-flaccid penis still protrudes from your pants. You begin to sheath it, but Rarity stops you with her hand.

“Did your mistress tell you to put that long cock away?” Rarity says quietly.

“No, no mistress Rarity.” You can feel it begin to harden. Her gloved, slender fingers lay still on the soft, warm skin.

“Do you want your lady to stroke, Bow?” Rarity asks in a silky voice.

You look up, her raised eyebrows and pursed lips make her look suggestively genuine. “Yes, mistress Rarity. If you wish, that is-”

“You’re damn well right, if I wish!” She flicks the nearly rigid head, sending intense pain into all of your privates. Rarity slaps your face. The palm of her hand leaves a stinging pain on your cheek, but it is hardly noticeable to the deep pain in your erection.

Rarity lifts her finger and walks toward you. You try to back away, but you hit a wall after two steps. “I’ll touch your laughable hard-on when the mood strikes, maybe. Until then, I shall do as I wish. As I wish, I will never ask you for your two cents. Do I make myself clear, slave?” She’s nearly in your face now, her warm breath swirls into your lips. You taste it eagerly and suck it into your lungs.

You smile through your fears and say: “Yes, mistress.”

Rarity slaps your face again, then steps back. “Next time, I’ll wipe that grin off your face with a club! Now sit down and tell your mistress where the fun things are stashed.”

This time she uses real force. Your right cheek stings harshly. You fucking love it.

“In that trunk, mistress. It’s unlocked. Shackles and ropes on the right, gags and other restraints on the left. There’s a whip and a riding crop, too.” You wonder what she will spring for. Will Mistress Rarity make you strip and blindfold you in the chair? Or maybe she'll bind your wrists to the headboard and deny you climax repeatedly. You shudder at the possibilities.

Rarity opens the chest, her eyes widen at its contents. “Oh, tonight we will have fun!” Rarity is giddy with sadistic excitement. “And I know just how this evening will unfold. Trash!” You realize she’s addressing you.

“Yes, mistress?”

“Are you sure your guests upstairs will leave and not come down here?”

“Yes, mistress,” you reply. “The only one bold enough to venture down here is drunk and flirting, and these walls are concealed and soundproof. This is my sanctuary, my lady.” You stand in place and resist the powerful urge to take Rarity slowly in your arms and suavely speak closely with her. “I am your prisoner tonight. We won’t be heard, no matter how loud we scream.” You can’t help but feel proud and irked by your own words. You feel a carnal surge rush through your body at the idea of turning the tables and raping Rarity. She knew some magic, so maybe it wouldn’t be that easy. You knew a bit as well, but you were new in town. If Rarity brought out an accusation, even just to her closest friends, you, the male, would definitely be persecuted.

“No matter how loud we scream, what, slave?” Rarity breaks your train of thought, probably for the best.

“No, no matter how loud we scream, mistress Rarity,” you hastily correct yourself.

“Better,” Rarity chides. “Sit, slave.”

You obey and take your seat in the chair. It’s hard back and seat are just a bit uncomfortable. Rarity orders you to cross your arms behind your back, and you do so. She uses the police handcuffs with a thick linen padding. You are still in your party-wear, your rigid penis proudly protrudes from your pants.

Rarity ties your ankles to the chair. She holds a sleep blinder, the sleep blinder, in her hands and sits on your lap. You are enthralled by her closeness, her weight on your thighs, the tip of your cock occasionally touches the silk gown just so slightly.

“How much money do you really have, Bow?” Rarity quietly inquires. “Can this tux be ripped to ribbons? How much would this whole outfit cost as mere rags?”

You smile at that question. This particular tuxedo was a cheap one, but the thread count was high. You anticipated you clothes might not be in the best condition at the end of the night. “This old thing?” you breath back. “I wear this when the good ones are all at the cleaners. Rip it up, mistress, I’m hot anyway.”

Rarity laughs poshly in your face. She leans forward within an inch of your face and just barely whispers: “I’m getting that jacket off, I want to see your bare chest.”

Rarity closes her eyes, her hands on your shoulders, and drifts closer for a kiss. You hesitate to return it, but move forward to meet her lips. Rarity kisses you fiercely. You are swept up in her scent and taste immediately. She sucks on your lower lip, a bit too hard. She bites down on it, painfully. You grunt and move forward to alleviate the pain, but she pulls back faster, her front teeth dig into your flesh.

Rarity releases you and stands on her knees over your rigid cock. She looks like she’s about to speak, but subsides. She moves in slowly, gently offering another kiss. Your lip pains you and you refuse her, clamping your mouth shut. She grasps your throat with force.

“Let me taste your blood, Bow,” Rarity half commands and half pleads. “I won’t bite much more. Give it to me, my sex slave.” Rarity lowers herself carefully. Your erection slides between her dress and the hot skin above her panties. The pleasure is agonizingly light, like the pain of a needle, the soft silk parting around your head and Rarity’s silken skin caressing the sensitive, bulging underside. Rarity leans forward into it and pulls your face closer by your neck. Rarity tilts your head down so the blood will fall forward.

You can taste your own blood in your mouth and Rarity’s sweet, champagne-laced breath on your lips. She sucks her lips to yours and snakes her tongue into your mouth. You open wide, gladly having it in your mouth. You suck in gently, enticing Rarity to explore your mouth. She plays with your tongue briefly, but slowly follows the line between your bottom teeth and your lip to taste the saliva and blood that is pooled there.

Rarity exhales hotly in and around your mouth. Her soft skin caressing the underside of your shaft is hot, you can feel the warmth from liquid trickling down the very base of your shaft.

Rarity draws back, her face is a shade of scarlet brighter than her dress. She sits up, the tiny amount of friction from her dress and herself makes you gasp. It’s so sharp, so easy, you feel your cock throb several times.

Rarity gets down on her knees before you. She’s smiling ever so slightly. Rarity puckers her lips and places her hands on the insides of your thighs and without a word pushes them out, lifting herself. She bends her head down and opens her mouth over your aching member, her breath tickles the skin ethereally. You can just see the tip of Rarity’s tongue sticking out, pointing to the end of your stiffness. A strand of bloody spit descends down to your dickhead. The pink-tinged saliva flows out more and more, Rarity’s coating your penis with her own saliva slowly, without actually touching it. The warm spit cools on your hot skin; the feeling is strange, but sort of nice.

Rarity looks up, her tongue is out and her mouth is open wide. You wish you could cum right this second and cover her face and lips with semen. You can picture messing up her perfect makeup, weighting her long eyelashes, which are likely fake at that volume. God, the urge is too fucking powerful to bear.

Rarity’s coaxing, beaming smile turns into a wicked grin. “You want me to suck your long cock, don’t you, Bow?” Rarity teases you with seduction. “Mmm, you want the head of that creature to poke my throat, make me choke and spit straight down into my stomach? Or maybe you want my pretty little face desecrated with your hot, sticky cum? Oh, I could never do that to my hair. If you came in my hair,” Rarity goes silent, pouting, pondering. “I’d most likely whip you until you bled.” Rarity stings you with a reminder: you’re her bitch. “Then I’d make you lick it out. Don’t get any sperm in my hair, okay, slave?”

You gulp to wet the back of your throat. “Yes, mistress Rarity. I’ll cum wherever you wan-”

“And whenever I want!” Rarity stands suddenly, the trail of saliva on her chin falls to make a tiny stain on your almost expensive pants.

“Now we’ll get started.” Rarity moves behind you and starts unbuttoning your shirt hastily, her practiced fingers undo the fastening without fumbling. She pulls the sides apart to reveal your somewhat muscular chest. Rarity traces your collarbone with a finger on each side. You can hear her deep, uneven breathing.

Rarity slips something made of lovely soft fabric over your eyes. You wriggle in protest, but not sincerely. Rarity is gone from behind you, but you have no clue where she is. She is silent, and so you remain.

“Sit still and I won’t cut you.” You feel a twinge of genuine fear run down your spine, making your gut seem to float. You feel a pull at the shoulder of your jacket, and the fabric loosens around your arm, then comes off completely. The sound of tearing fabric the for the second arm comes to your ear, this sleeve comes off more quickly. You sit forward and let Rarity remove your undershirt as well.

You sit heavily, relieved and excited and horny as hell. The few wooden rungs that make the back of your char support you.

A pair of sure hands pull your forehead back and your chin down, a ball is thrust into your mouth forcefully. You choke from the spit it sends into your windpipe, but the holes allow enough ventilation. You feel a few hairs pinch painfully as Rarity fastens the ball gag strap behind your head. Rarity pinches your nose, giggling maniacally at your desperate reaction. The peril makes you want to fuck for your life even more.

Rarity laughs and walks away. “I’m going to go use the upstairs washroom, slave. I’ll be back in a moment. Don’t go anywhere!” Rarity giggles like a schoolgirl who heard her favorite boy band mentioned by a stranger.

The false door opens somewhere to your right, sending mortal terror into you. You feel suddenly dizzy, thirsty, you need to pass water, you need to fuck and cum in something living badly. You writhe in place, trying to loosen a binding, any binding. The left ankle knot feels a bit loose. You try to simply force that one undone, to no avail. The rope is tough nylon.

You slump in the wooden chair. The ball gag makes your jaw uncomfortable, and breathing is difficult. The plastic is more or less tasteless, it was sanitized just after the move.

Doubts begin to swirl in your mind. What if Rarity is swept up and taken to another party? No, it’s a little late for that. Rarity would be fueled by adrenaline by now, but she wouldn’t want to associate with people who denied themselves their beauty sleep. Maybe. Would she invite others down here, unintentional or otherwise? No, Rarity had a silver tongue, among other fine features. You feel a renewed lust for her body. You want to turn the tables, tie her down and penetrate her. She’s horny, too, she would most likely agree to such a fuck. You want to cum in her hair, too. You want to keep her tied up, fuck her and cum on her night and day.

You absent mindedly hump the air as best you can. Just making the thrusting motions makes your cock harder.

Is she going to bring someone down to help? That idea puts anxious excitement and fear into you. Another woman, torturing you and then pleasing you, maybe letting, or forcing, you to pleasure her.... That would be good. You could probably get away with decorating her fa-

You jump at the hand tracing the base of your spine. Fingers glide upwards after your first spasm. Her hand runs to your neck, and she wraps her arms around you, pressing her bare chest into your shoulders. Her soft skin is warm, you wish to caress it and massage it, to lick and bite it, to rub your hard cock against it. She draws her palms to your shoulders and leans forward to bite your ear. Her teeth dig in slightly, but with more force than foreplay.

You shudder, pain turns to fucked up pleasure inside you and flows down your core to your groin. You feel her hands leave, but one follows your back to the opposite shoulder. She clasps it and pauses.

“I can tell you’re excited, Bow.” A voice says. It’s Rarity’s you’re sure, but not the same as before. Her masochistic side is slightly sated, you guess. Her voice is sweet and laden with lusty promise. She twirls around deftly and straddles you. The silky soft skin brushes along your throbbing member. You breathe hard through the holes in the ball gag, you just want to break out and hold her, to either fuck her raw or make slow love with Rarity. You can easily imagine that she’d love both.

She rubs her wet slit up and down the underside of your shaft. Rarity pulls herself up on your shoulders, you feel her drip all over your cock. She lowers herself gently, just prodding her clit with the tip. Rarity gasps lightly, you shake. You can’t take it anymore, you want to press into her and spread her walls apart.

Rarity slides down, pressing her hot pussy lips against the bottom of your length. She sinks into your chest and moans in your ear: “I’m going to milk you all,” she pauses to bite your ear lobe. “Night,” again, harder. She just breathes: “Long.”

With that she pulls her head and licks up some of the drool from the outside of the gag. You wish you could see her taste your spit, maybe drip it out onto her chin, or her breasts.

Rarity breathes hotly on your neck, you feel her hotness lift off and her knees by your waist. Her calves, her lovely toned calves tensely brush your thighs. Her breasts press into your right shoulder, you feel another drip. Rarity’s fingers wrap around your shaft and adjust it, then the change of pressure on your chest. An intense sensation shoots through your crotch and up the base of your spine. You shudder again, making Rarity laugh listlessly. You picture her exasperated smile. It’s really sexy, maybe even cute.

Rarity uses her hand and hips to move your head along her lips, drenching your cock, and her fingers, with her juices. She pulls on your rod, finds her wet entrance and presses down with her hips. You feel her tight hole open for you, and your head slips in forcefully. You grunt, the feeling is too great. Rarity lets out a whining sigh into your ear.

Rarity props herself up with her hands on your shoulders. The rolling motion feels amazing inside her, her hot walls spread around the head of your thick shaft. Rarity begins easing herself down. She’s tighter than you’d imagined, hotter, too.

You lean your head back in pleasure, Rarity keeps going deeper and deeper. You feel a new pressure as her lips squeeze around the base of your cock.

“Ah, god fucking dammit, Bow! You’re so thick,” Rarity’s hair falls about your face, you feel her forehead rest against yours. She pants heavily in your face. “I took it all, though.” Rarity leans back up, resting her weight down on your hips and cock. She leans forward, just a little, and lifts her ass, then slides down on your rigid cock. Her tight pussy squeezes your dick, pushing her up yet sucking you in at the same time. The feeling is so much to take in.

Rarity lifts up again, further. You feel her wetness cool on your dick, but her hot vagina swallows you up again. She keeps fucking you, raising her hips and falling again at a slow rate, no semblance of a rhythm to be found.

Rarity descends again, leans back, pressing your head against her womb. “Bow, it’s time. You’ve been enjoying this too much, time for you to do the work.” Rarity pants lightly, lingering on your length a little longer.

She climbs off of you. You are stunned by the suddenness of the stoppage. Rarity was writhing and riding one moment, making you feel so close to bursting, then just stops and lets her fluids cool on your hard tool. Rarity unties the ball gag, unbinds your ankles and opens the cuffs. You rub your wrists and take off the sleep blinder. Before you stand. Rarity, her hair almost perfect, her small, pink nipples standing out on her full breasts turns about in the dim light. You can just barely see her ribs on her nude figure. She’s thin, but not unhealthy. Her hips aren’t very wide, but petite and so seductive, so alluring.

Rarity offers a playfully poignant hand to help you up. “Do you want to keep the whole slave act going, or do you want to ravish me at your pace?”

You swallow to make sure your mouth works before speaking. “Doesn't your asking answer your own question?”

Rarity just laughs daintily, her tits bounce just the slightest bit. “Okay, then, Bow. How would you do me-EE!” Rarity shrieks out playfully as you wrap your arms around her, lifting her up. You move one forearm to her ass and hold her up entirely that way, draping her over your shoulder like fresh game. Rarity giggles all the way to the bed, and feigns indignant loathing at the act of throwing her down like meat.

You remove your pants, stained as they are. You slip off your boxers and socks and dive into bed with her. She wiggles around on the black silk. You enjoy the softness of the sheets on your forearms, but only for a moment. Rarity smiles up at you. A million suggestions and scenarios fly through your mind, but you just abandon all of them for whatever feels right.

You carefully lower your body on hers so that your erection won’t actually touch her. Her breasts press into your collarbone, Rarity wraps her thin arms around you. You kiss Rarity’s soft skin, lick her neck and bite her shoulder like it’s just your first time together, and caress her warm flesh, kiss her nude body lower and lower. Rarity pants and writhes at your touch, her hands absently grasping and touching your back and head.

Rarity gasps as your hot breath tickles her hotness. You bend your knees and go to work between Rarity’s legs. Her wet pussy smells rank as any other, yet fantastically feminine and sexy. You kiss her lower lips and lap up her juices; there’s little need, she’s already drenched. You stop and move up to her navel again. You grab one of her full breasts and look into her face. Shes beautiful and picturesque, her pretty face should be on advertisements and fashion magazines. Now, her perfect hair is mussed and spittle is on her chin. You laugh inwardly and kiss her mouth.

You keep massaging her left breast, the spilling flesh fills your palm. Your right hand ventures south along her body’s trails to her wetness. You thrust a finger in, Rarity sucks in your breath and touches your face. You begin fucking her with one finger, leaning on an elbow whose hand plays with Rarity’s boob.

You slide in another finger to really coax her. You want her to cede to you. You begin to use technique, moving your fingertips in opposite circles and pressing into her g-spot. She arches her back, breaking the kiss; it never fails.

Rarity bites her finger and breathes hard for a moment. Finally she writhes and submits. “Fuck me! Stop playing and stick it in me again, Bow!”

You grin down at her. “Let me get the rope.” Rarity gasps, surprised and disappointed at the pause. You stand up, your erection gloriously protruding from your waist.

You quickly tie Rarity’s wrists to the headboard, but leave her feet. She’s ready and willing, you just want less resistance to really ploughing her.

“Why do we still nee-”

“Shut the fuck up.” You hold her face in one hand and give your most malicious glare. A spark of fear is on her face, but she still smiles. This must be like a scary movie to her, but the film's climax is her own, and it will be hard.

You smush her face between your fingers, her dainty cheeks contorted by your thumb and fingers. You smile and laugh demonically. You contemplate getting the blinder, but leave it. You stick a finger to Rarity’s lips. She kisses it, playing along. You put your other pointer finger on her chin and open her mouth. Rarity sucks your first digit in her lips. You let her fellate it for a moment, then give her your second finger to suck. She moans and sucks that in deep. You add force, and Rarity gags a little before taking them all the way to the base. Her throat is hot around your finger tips. Rarity looks up at you, teary eyed. You quickly pull your fingers out.

“What the fuck?!” Rarity yells between coughs. “I nearly vomited, you sick monster!”

You roar with laughter, your body holding Rarity’s own, flailing. “The way you moaned, it seemed almost as good as fingering your cunt. Don’t tell me you don’t like sucking on cock, now.”

You don’t let her respond, you press your lips against hers. She whimpers in her throat and doesn’t return the kiss. Her sweet lips are tight in defiance. You pull back and smack her with an open palm.

You move down between her legs, ready to fuck her vulnerable body hard. “Who’s your daddy?”

Rarity stares at you with mock hatred. “Fuck you.”

You put your rock-hard cock head on Rarity’s soaked pussy. “I said who the FUCK is your daddy, bitch?!”

“Go to hell, fuck-beak.”

You penetrate her pussy, just past the head. Rarity grimaces in pain, but can’t hide her smile. You lean forward and pinch one nipple hard. Rarity screams in agonized pleasure. “Who’s your fucking daddy?”

“AAAH! BOW! You are! Fuck me, Bow!”

You smack her again, a little lighter. “Fuckin’ ass, I will.” You pinch and twist her other nipple. Every muscle in Rarity’s figure flexes in retaliation. The way her arms strain the rope makes you unbelievably horny.

You lean back and start thrusting. Using Rarity’s hips as handles, you push your penis deeper into Rarity’s pretty pink. You feel her tight pussy walls clench your cock, her wet cunt feels so hot and good. You turn your hands and use her thighs for better leverage and pick up the pace.

Rarity’s screaming has subsided to dull moans. She mouths an expletive every so often, especially when you reach her cervix. You feel ready to burst inside. Rarity’s not a virgin, but she’s as clean and tight as one.

“Ah! Bow! Fuck me harder!” Rarity’s screams from nowhere, her voice becomes everywhere. You look up to see her drooling, her round breasts bouncing rhythmically. You lean forward and pound her, really pound her.

“GAAAAH! MMMYUEEEEEESS!” Rarity moans aloud every time your cock pushes her womb. You feel the wet on the base of your cock like sweat on your brow on a windy day. Rarity can’t take it all, but fuck her if she isn’t trying.

Rarity’s free legs stick up in the air while you drive in her. Her eyes are clamped shut, her mouth in some fucked up culmulation of emotions. Rarity’s cries turn to shrieks, then to full on screams.

You grunt every time you thrust. Your balls ache, your cock feels ready to shoot a huge load. You slow down to put off your own climax. “You alright, ah, Bow?” Rarity coos, panting.

“Shut your mug, slut.” You stop and rest for a moment. You lay down on Rarity’s sweaty skin, your own perspiration trickles down and mixes with hers. You feel good, stopping to rest pushes your climax a bit into the future.

You sit up again and stare at Rarity’s ravaged body. Her face reflects her horniness, her insatiate need for cock. You rock and thrust again, making her smile.

Suddenly, you inject your dick deep into Rarity. She shrieks in response, but her smile only grows. You want to smack it off her face, but the want to please is just a bit greater. You thrust hard again, then again. Her raw cunt lubricates your shaft all the way. Your insane pleasure mounts more and more as you hump faster and harder.

Rarity’s screaming resumes, but subsides. You grunt and shut your eyes to try and hold off a bit longer. Rarity’s legs stick up in the air again, you grab her ankles and lick her calf. Her salty sweat lingers on your tongue, and you suddenly thirst for her pussy. You lick her other calf instead, and fuck harder.

Rarity’s legs tremble and tense randomly, and she begins moaning louder and louder. You hungrily fuck hard, staring at her tits as they bounce in their limited range. A small wave washes over you, then another. The pleasure increases as your cock rams deep into Rarity's tight cunt. She’s staring up blankly now, whining with insane pleasure.

A third swell passes through your core, your climax is mounting. It becomes harder and harder to keep up the pace. You compromise and fuck deeper and faster. Rarity’s knees twitch and her toes curl as she sends one last shrill scream to the ceiling. A final wave of incredible release hits you, you feel your throbbing cock twitch.

A final spasm hits your spine. You press as deep as you can inside, you feel yourself release. A spurt of hot cum shoots into Rarity’s spasmodic cunt. You feel another shot, a third, bigger one, a fourth, a sixth, eighth, eleventh, then a last couple of twitches. Rarity, sucking air, lays her head down heavily, silent save her ragged panting. You relax, letting your consensual victim’s hips fall to the black, slick sheets. You sit back, feeling the milky presence inside Rarity’s pussy around your quasi-erect cock.

Rarity tries to say something, but all that comes out is a jumbled mix of sex words. You chuckle inwardly, selfishly taking in the view from between Rarity’s legs. Her bound wrists have limp hands, her heaving, beautiful chest and thin waist, her heavenly hips, her perfect thighs and ass all make you grin. The little alcohol in you has evaporated; Rarity isn’t a drunken one night stand or a desperate lay. Well, maybe a little desperate, or perhaps just picky.

You pull out and piss in the pot, not bothering to wash up. You’re fine with filth tonight, you can shower later. Rarity is between dozing and dreamily watching you as you untie her. She takes her wrists in her hands, they are a bit raw, red, but not too damaged. There might be a mark tomorrow. You’re glad regardless. Rarity’s perfect complexion, intellectual prowess, generous self-reliance and divine beauty are all perfectly molded into a uniquely fine woman.

You lay by her, smiling. You look in her tired eyes and see more than sated lust. You see desire, or something like it, taking root. You hold her hip and gently massage her side. Minutes ago you would have loved to drip hot oil on it, or whip her back, or put the handle to the crop in her cunt and take pictures. Other than mildly regretting not capturing photos, you feel content not doing all that. Rarity’s special, especially if she wants a little abuse now and again.

You try to find words, but none come immediately. You move closer anyway and whisper: “We don’t need to wait for my next dinner party to fuck, you know.”

Rarity bites your ear playfully, but not gently. You fight her will by grabbing nipple and squeezing. She responds by biting harder, rather painfully. You begin to twist, and she immediately submits.

“Ah! Okay, Bow! Okay!” She had somehow rolled on top of you, tangling her legs with yours. Her deep violet hair hangs down over your face. Its fantastic scent, combined with her beauteous weight on your waist stirs your genitals. You feel yourself begin to harden under Rarity’s touch.

You feel a warmth, then a cool sensation on your ear. It’s bleeding, not too much. You don’t care at all. Rarity does, and she bends down to such it off your lobe. She touches the little wound with her tongue, then wraps her lips around it. You grab her round ass with both hands and play, squeezing and moving her flesh.

Rarity sits up and swallows your essence. She licks her lips and says : “Mmm, nice, tasty blood.” She takes one of your hands in hers and uses it to palm her full breast. “Are you busy tomorrow? I was thinking of making you a new suit.”

“Actually,” you reply without skipping a beat. “This fantastic bitch I like is planning on designing me a new tux, I’m not sure if I can squeeze you in.” At the word “squeeze” you forcefully squeeze Rarity’s breast, making her smile and buckle.

Rarity doesn’t respond with words, just a roll of her eyes and massages her other breast. You take your other hand, adjust your stiffening rod, and lightly play with Rarity’s pussy lips. The heat of the soft, caressing silk on your back matches that of her pussy.

Rarity moans and leans forward on your chest. You kiss her neck and spread her lips with two fingers, and insert your middle finger. You dive it deep inside, drawing a heavy breath from her. Rarity moans deeply and reaches down to massage your slowly hardening shaft. You lay like this for a small while, moaning, breathing on each other’s necks and touching your genitals.

Rarity whispers in your ear: “I’m yours, Bow. Do me any way you want.”

From her trembling voice, you can tell she means anything. You’re sleepy, but very horny. You sit her up and stare at her body sitting on yours. “I wanna fuck you like an animal, Rarity.” You touch her hot pussy again, a bit of your cum gets on your fingers. You hold up those fingers, and Rarity sucks them clean, finishing with a loud gulp. She grins a pretty, innocent grin and slowly massages your steel shaft.

You grab Rarity’s waist and slide out from under her. You kiss her mouth furiously. She reacts with a startled, muffled yelp, but fades into a pleased moan. You suck her tongue into your mouth and bite on it gently. Blood and another tiny organic taste float onto your taste buds, but they are just compliments, or pollutants, to her sweet saliva.

When at last you let her go, Rarity hangs her tongue out of her mouth and looks at you lustfully. You stand on your knees, rock hard again. “Bend over, Rarity.”

She smiles and submits, wiggling her perfect ass at you. You grab her rump in each hand and press your head on her pussy lips. Rarity coos over her shoulder at you. You push forward and penetrate, more easily than before. Rarity’s painfully tight cunt has loosened slightly, still naturally lubricated enough to make it easy. Your shaft drives in a few inches, making Rarity moan aloud. You rock back and forth, parting her walls and feeling every inch of her bare flesh.

You pull hard on her hips and penetrate all the way to the hilt of your cock. Rarity releases a short scream and a tiny bit of vaginal fluid in response. You pull back and push on her ass, then pull her to you and thrust deep. You hump and pull faster and faster, her tight pussy squeezes your shaft hard. Rarity can’t stop moaning and panting, screaming and tossing her head around.

Your hips and arms tire out fairly soon. When you slow down to a gentle andante, Rarity stands up on her knees. You grab her breasts and help support her as she straightens her back to your chest. Without even really thinking about it, you play with her lips and her breast with either hand, licking and biting her neck with the other. Rarity turns her head away, but she’s deeply engulfed with hot passion. Or maybe it’s just cheap lust. You can imagine her horny, flushed face perfectly.

You rock your hips forward, pressing deeper up into Rarity’s tight, hot cunt. The sensitive underside of your shaft rubs against her g-spot forcefully. Rarity moans tremulously and bends her back more, pressing against bottom of your bulging erection and pushing her shoulders into your chest, thrusting her breasts outward. You relax and flex your hips a few more times, sliding out and into Rarity. Her back curves at an acute arc, but her flexible form just showcases her sexual prowess.

You sit back and push her back to her hands and knees. Rarity weakly objects, but her face is flooded with shock as you push a single finger deep into her anus.

“B-Bow! Not there! That’s just,” she turns in place to glare and beg at you. “That’s just downright vulgar! I won’t, I can’t. I, I. . . .”

You grab the riding crop you hid between the mattress and the wall. “If you don’t grin and bear it, you’ll get forty on the ass.” You stand and place the end of the whip on her belly, just above the sexy triangle of hair above her slit.

“I have anal lube, Rarity.” Her reaction to the ease of your words is priceless: a sour mix of childish shame at the vulgarity, a deep discomfort at the idea, and shock that this might be happening. “It feels amazing, from what I’ve seen. That cunt Blossomforth’s ass shook like an earthquake after a minute or two. I read it’s like an orgasm throughout your body.”

A wanton belief flashes across Rarity’s, she seems to love the idea. “But, it will hurt.” She touches her own back door lightly. “Won’t it?”

You don’t answer immediately. Instead, you spread her thighs with the riding crop admiringly. You get up, dig in the trunk for the lube and coat your cock in slick jelly. You wipe the excess from your hand on her hole.

Rarity feebly objects and closes her legs. “No. No! I can’t! I just, your cock is so thick, I just can’t, Bow. Plee-eease?” Rarity begs. She claps her hands together in front of her chest, pleading.

You grab your stiff phallus in your left hand and touch the riding crop to her round, perfect ass. “Flip over or spread ‘em.” Your flat tone surprises you, you sound truly heartless. “Aren’t you curious why those sluts love getting dick in their asses? It’s gotta be for a reason. Aren’t you, painfully curious?” You cruelly smack her ass to drive your point. Rarity whimpers once. “Flip over or spread ‘em.”

Rarity does so and bites her lip, she’s at least curious, and very horny. “Can you just play with it first? Loosen,” Rarity gulps, finding courage born of curiosity. “Loosen my asshole a bit first?” She puts on a genuinely desperate grin to appease your mercy.

You smile back. “Safeword’s clef..” Rarity closes her eyes and sighs. Her legs relax and part slowly. She’s anxiously nervous. You smack her sensitive, milky, delicious thighs with the riding crop. It leaves a perfect red outline.

Rarity’s little yelp at your touch is sexy and adorable. She groans and tilts her head back, covering her face with her hand. You push your first knuckle in, Rarity reacts verbally. You wiggle your finger further in, her tight muscles squeeze your fingertip hard.

“Relax, Rarity. How’s it feel?”

She only moans in response. You stick the rest of your finger in, draw out to the fingertip and thrust in quickly, the lube making a small, wet noise. Rarity moans out, unmuffled by her arm. You thrust again. Her asshole flexes spastically. You keep going for about ten or so pushes with your first digit, completely burying it time and time again. Rarity moans in weak protest and intense stimulation.

You feel less resistance on your finger the last time. You push inside again, making Rarity cry out again, and feel her hole. You use your fingertip to play with her anus, pulling on it.

You ease your first two fingers inside, making Rarity twist. “Oohh, gently, please!” Rarity begs. You just smile and slowly push your two fingers inside. Her slippery hole slowly yields to you.

“GAH!” Rarity goes tense with strain.

“Rarity, focus,” you gently command her. “Just relax your muscles, that’s the most important thing.”

“But dicks aren’t meant to go there,” she mutters in retort. You disregard in and thrust again, punishing her snideness.

“I won’t ease up until you relax.” You emphasize with a lunge and a deep, writhing inside her. Rarity flexes all over, arching her back and crying out loud.

“Oh, okay. I’ll relax,” Rarity says with shaking breath. You leave your fingers in her, applying slight pressure straight up into Rarity. She eases her back to the silk sheets and bends her elbows above her head. Her thighs slump down and you can feel the squeezing tension relent. You begin to slowly move your fingers in an inaudible rhythm.

Rarity’s muscles tense involuntarily, but she’s starting to get the hang of making them ease up. You squeeze in your third finger, making Rarity cringe. She makes herself relax effectively enough to allow it entry.

“That’s my little slut,” you whisper to her. Rarity breathes in shakily, but fails to retort. You push all three fingers in forcefully and spread them into a line. Rarity shouts in agony, but her voice falls to a loud, tantalizing moan. You can’t believe she hasn’t tried the safeword yet. Maybe she has, but hasn't the ability to speak. You smile wickedly at that thought and thrust again.

You pull your fingers out suddenly and watch Rarity’s asshole remain hideously open for another moment. You use your dirty hand rub your steel rod. Some excess lubricant comes off on your hands, so you put that in Rarity’s asshole. You don’t warn her about the penetration, she knows what’s coming.

Rarity’s breath catches as you push your head in. Her ass is somehow tighter than her cunt. It’s slow, messy, deafening work, but Rarity screams in pleasured pain as you sink deeper and deeper inside.

You are halfway or so in when you begin to register that Rarity’s loving this whole fuck. You slowly push deep and pull back, press again and recede, advance and retreat in and out of her tight ass. Rarity’s voice fails her. She makes it known to the entire tiny soundproof room that she loves getting her asshole fucked. Rarity praises your girth, your length, your speed, your every inch and movement inside her. You push all the way inside; her asshole clamps down on every inch of your cock.

You feel a hot stirring inside her, she’s trembling a bit. You move deep inside, pressing deeper and relenting rhythmically. Rarity tosses out random swears, words of affirmation and adoration. She’s completely blissful with anal sex.

“Ah, Bow! I can feel every movement inside, it feels so good!” Rarity cries out. You carefully turn her on her side and shut her legs. Your cock wetly twists inside, making Rarity shake. You go back to pounding away, occasionally twisting. You feel close to cumming again.

Rarity grips the pillow as hard as she can and begins moaning and mumbling. You smack her ass, but she only drools a bit more and speaks the word “whip” before mumbling dreamily. You feel her entire body twitch and spasm. Her spine trembles and you feel it rock your own nerves. Rarity’s ass is about to make you explode, you can feel it.

Rarity writhes in place, squirming around. You thrust hard and fast, making her moan and cry out constantly. She tosses her head around wildly, fucking up her fine hair.

You feel yourself nearing your climax quickly. You grunt and pant and fuck harder. Bestial lust overcomes you, forcing you to go deeper and harder into Rarity’s tight ass. She arches her back and screams as loud as she can.

Rarity shouts at the top of her lungs, incoherently convulsing with extreme orgasm. Her hot flesh pulls on the sensitive head inside her ass, and you feel a jolt rush up your shaft. It throbs twice, then finally explodes. You feel spurt after spurt of hot cum jet out into Rarity’s asshole. You manage to slip out and release the last four or five shots on her round, red cheeks.

You massage out the last bit of semen from your cock and let it fall on her back. Rarity rubs her face with her hands and tries to stop her shaking. The bed is soaked between where you kneel and where she lays.

“Oh, my head,” Rarity whines. She rolls onto her back and rubs her temples. “It feels like everything’s spinning still.”

“Really? I just took your asshole’s virginity, and you’re complaining about a headache?” You rub your sore neck idly and watch Rarity’s twitches recede.

She smirks and tries to stand on her knees, but they fall from under her, Rarity comes down clumsily on the softness of the bed. You sit down next to her and hold your semi-rigid dick to her lips. Rarity frowns, but tentetivly licks some of the stringy cum off the head. She spits it out on her chin immediately.

“Tastes like me,” she grumbles tiredly. Rarity sits back on her thighs, you can see her pink and white pussy between her ankles. Sperm is smeared across the dark silk. “I’m sorry for just, losing it like that.” Rarity meekly fixes her hair and wipes her face. “It was just like you said though, my entire body felt like it was tingling. God, it was amazing.”

You move to the side of the bed and stand up again. You move behind Rarity and touch her hair, she gently grabs your hand in hers and looks up into your eyes. Her face is a priceless mixture of satisfaction and other things. Rarity gets up, too, regaining her elegant grace, to a diminished degree.

Rarity immediately rinses her mouth and washes her face, so you use the time to piss. You and her trade places, shamelessly taking care of your bodily needs after sex.

“That was,” Rarity turns off the faucet and shakes her hands dry. “That was an experience.” The beautiful, naked woman bends over the end of the bend, her palms on the sheets, and looks straight at you. “What now?” She asks in a hushed voice.

You look around, the torn clothes strewn on the ground, the bits of leather and plastic laying about randomly, the stained sheets, Rarity’s perfect hair mussed; all are pieces of a fuck gone right. You can’t hold back a satisfied sigh. “I’m fucking tired.”

“Me too,” Rarity says. She pouts and looks at the bed, the soft, comfortable bed. “We can always bathe in the morning, can’t we.” Rarity climbs onto the mattress and lays on her side seductively. Her elbow is perfectly in a little cum pool.

“Want to join me, master Bow Strings?”

You walk to the bed and lay next to her, kiss her mouth gently and wrap your hands around her waist. Rarity giggles and embraces you, holding her full breasts to your chest. You break away, feeling almost hard again. “This time,” you whisper in her ear. “Let’s do it slow.”

You roll on top of Rarity and move off of her, then pull her to you, spooning her. Rarity sighs hotly and leads your hands to her inner thighs. She giggles as you bite her ear, touch her breasts and her wet pussy again.

You feel tired, but slowly love Rarity’s flesh anyway. She lays her head back and lightly rubs her body on yours. The silk suddenly feels devine, soft and warm and inviting. You close your eyes and feel Rarity’s movements slow, and stop. You rest, feeling the soft embrace of sleep. Rarity says something, but you can’t make it out. She squeezes your cock with her hand, waking you up immediately.

Rarity rolls over and kisses your mouth, you return it eagerly. She draws back, screwing her fingers around your once more rock-hard erection.“Encore, Bow.”