It is a law of physics that any region with a population of over five hundred or so will eventually spawn an establishment like the Dirty Dog as a gathering center for all the local lowlifes. They take every form imaginable, but are usually some manner of tavern (though this differs wildly depending on local ordinances.)
The Dirty Dog was something of an anomaly in Ponyville, and many of its more upstanding had sought its closure though they were blocked by the Mayor and Princess Twilight on that the bar made things so much simpler for the royal guard when there was an incident. One could simply arrest everyone present and shake till something came loose.
Its patrons were indeed an unsavory lot. They all tended towards either menacingly large or unpleasantly thin. Most of the drinkers were stallions though a few of the rougher mares also called the tavern home, and generally were the ones you wanted to be nowhere near if a fight broke out. The only time anyone attractive was seen was in the case of the assorted ponies of loose virtue, an occupation shocking well entrenched and numerous in the tiny farming town.
All in all it was the last bar one would ever expect to see Rarity the unicorn in, though those that frequented the place failed to recognize her partially due to an unofficial policy of keeping your eyes down unless you were looking to get glassed, and partially due to the fact that the dressmaker had taken care to disguise herself. The normally flamboyant and fabulous unicorn was dressed all in drag grey, with neither makeup or jewelry.
Even that was likely unnecessary. If the worlds of Rarity and the patrons ever intersected outside of this bar they would mostly consist of a growl of "yer money or yer life."
She sat at a far corner of the bar nursing her third scotch and soda, waiting for the crowd to fill up with enough rough, horny ponies and trying to work up her courage for the filthy, degrading, awful things that her libido demanded.
At sundown things were getting crowded, and she decided it was time to get to work.
The dressmaker got up from the bar and placed her money on the counter, her full tab of the night, along with the tip and ventured into the restroom.
The place was a sty, had likely been filthy when the building was new. Graffiti was scrawled on the walls ranging from the obscene to the violent to the overtly criminal to the outright bizarre. She stared at one that read "I.B. iz a pizzer" in confused fascination for a moment before stepping to the counter and extracting her make up kit from her handbag.
Nopony would see her of course, the whole point of the exercise was that they would not but what truly mattered was that she would know, and the thought sent a thrill of anticipation through her body, a heat grew in her stomach and a hardness in her panties.
Rarity looked down to the bulge now tenting her skirt and smiled.
She found her stall, labeled with a shaky scrawl as "cocksucker's closet," entered and locked it.
The graffiti in here was universally obscene. Cartoons were doodled that she suspected drew more from overheated imagination than from actual experience. Messages were scrawled on the wall proclaiming that "X has the tightest cunt in town" or "For a good time visit Y at Z."
Rarity had once considered adding her own address there just to see if any of the readers would show up and do awful degrading things to her, or perhaps looking to have awful, degrading things done to them but had balked. Much as she fetishized the slutty, dirty nature of these things she did not, ultimately, want them intruding any more on her life than her once monthly visits to the Dirty Dog.
The only claim to fame she needed was the tally chart that covered most of the left hand wall, just above the circular hole cut at the perfect height for a standing stallion. Most of the entrants were simply initials, though she smiled to see that a few had put their actual name down. They were either more devoted sluts or greater fools than Rarity, who was known in the Cocksucker's Closet simply as "R". Beneath that was a tally of cocks sucked and cocks fucked, which made up a healthy proportion of the board.
In fact the only competitors she seemed to have were “GPT” and “PP,” whoever they were.
It was not long before her first customer of the night arrived. She heard him snort as he entered, then spit as she tensed in anticipation. Often during the night she'd have many false alarms, ponies who genuinely came in only to use the facilities and left, but this one made a beeline for the stall to the left.
Seconds later a thick, pinkish shaft was thrust through along with a gruff growl of, "it ain't gonna suck itself, whore."
That above all was what thrilled Rarity about these little excursions, the way they treated her like trash. The ponies using her might indeed be scum of the earth, criminals, losers and thugs to a last but in this moment she was beneath even them, a degenerate pervert who would do anything for a thrill.
Sometimes on dark nights the dressmaker wondered if perhaps they were right, and sometimes on darker nights when she felt lonely and sad and that the whole world would suffer not an iota if she simply disappeared she wondered if that was even a bad thing.
She reached out to the thick stallionhood and stroked along the underside, her long, nimble fingers bringing it to life out of its flaccid state and extended her tongue for a lick from flared head to medial ring that woke him all the way out of torpor, and made her stand almost painfully erect herself, near to bursting through the lacy, expensive lingerie she wore beneath plain grey skirt.
"Come on ya stupid fucking slut, I ain't got all night," her anonymous friend snarled.
Never one to give a customer any less than exactly what they asked for, Rarity wrapped her lips around him and began to suck and lick, feeling flesh fill her mouth, tasting the salt of sweaty skin as she went down to the ring in one fell swoop.
"Fucking right you cunt, fucking suck it," he slammed against the wall and Rarity moaned around the flesh in her throat, going deeper and deeper till she was filled and her nose pressed against the damp plastic of the divider. She held him there for a moment, suffocating herself on cock before drawing back and diving down again.
He didn't last long, but she didn't need him to.
The stallion gave no warning beyond a groan and sigh when he climaxed, the first few ropes of cum filling Rarity's mouth as a salty, antiseptic slime that she savored even as she pulled away to let the rest of his load splatter over her face and onto her blouse.
When he was done the stallion left his softening cock hanging for a moment, and Rarity rapidly twigged to his intent. She leaned forward till the tip of his cock touched her blouse and heard him let out a dark, nasty sounding chuckle as he let go a stream of warm, acrid piss that soaked right through to the dressmaker's full breasts. When the flow finished Rarity cleaned him off with her mouth.
Unlike cum which she had a taste for, she despised urine. That alone made the act of such pure, revolting degradation especially special to her. Complete defilement, filth beyond the ability of most people to comprehend was hers and nopony would ever know, no one but her.
Sometimes the dressmaker wondered what other dirty little secrets were hiding behind ponies as respectable as her. She knew a few that she intended to take to her grave, certain stallions that didn't feel quite comfortable with their bodies and needed a bit of understanding and discreet help from a mare who specialized in cunning work with lace and silk for instance, or mares who felt a special little thrill when a needle sank into their flesh, but none that quite reached the level of depravity she operated on.
Before she could muse too long on this subject, a new customer arrived, this one silently sliding his member in and making no attempts to abuse her, simply an act of need calling to need.
Rarity licked her lips, slurping up some of the cum from the last stallion. In here she'd happily take all comers, and if she could work out a way to service mares as well as stallions and futas while remaining anonymous, she would.
He turned out to be a grower, his stallionhood rapidly expanding under her expert assault. She still took him all the way, suffocating herself on his length and girth, even forcing herself to stay down until her vision began to dim and only then coming back up for air.
Again and again, each time holding herself down longer while on the other side of the wall she heard the stallion breath. No mockery, no shaming, no insults. She wasn’t even a slut to him, just a hole.
When he came she let it fill her mouth till the only option was to swallow or let it drool out. Rarity decided on the latter, letting the slime ooze out before wiping the tip clean with her immaculately groomed mane.
The utter depravity of the situation was like drug. The feeling of being lessened, of being reduced to just a series of warm, wet holes to be used and forgotten and then to go back to her normal life... how could anypony not find it intoxicating?
From time to time her work brought her in contact with the sophisticated crust of society, the strata of pony she idolized and wished with all her heart to join. In those moments she might feel delicious shame or even a private sense of childish spite as she looked at ponies would would rather immolate themselves then even set hoof inside the Dirty Dog.
Another member slid through the wall, jet black like her own. She immediately set to work on it with finger and lips then heard a low, hoarse voice from the otherside growl in pleasure.
"You fucking slut, oh fuck you're a dirty little cunt," there was a slight Trottingham accent to the words, "God I bet you like it right up yer arse dontcha? Fucking pig whore."
The words made her glow as she slurped her tongue along the underside of the thick black stallionhood as she swallowed it.
Yes, her thoughts danced in silvery, maddening pleasure, yes that’s exactly what I am. A dirty pig slut rich bitch who has to grovel in the filth to get off.
"I oghta bust that fuckin' door down and give you a proper rogering," he growled, "leave it so ya can't stand fer a month."
Rarity felt herself grinning around the flesh filling her throat, if only he knew. Her hand crept around to her backside and lifted her skirt. She slid it into her panties till she found the puckered ring of her anus and slid a finger into the hungry hole till she felt its pressure against that certain special part and moaned.
"Fingerin yer slutty cunt are ya?" the voice chuckled, "get off on blokes fucking your face? Fuck me, probably the only way you can get em to do it is behind that fucking wall. Probably have to go out with a fuckin' bag on yer head."
The words were lost on Rarity as she worked a second finger into her backdoor and then a third, stretching and pressing at that one magical spot that made her cock feel as if it were going to exploded.
She heard the anonymous stallion grunt, and swallowed him down till her nose was pressed against the bathroom and seconds later felt him erupting in her throat, molten hot slime being pumped directly into her stomach almost too fast to swallow. It left her gut feeling warm and satisfied even as she drew back and gave the head a final lick.
He grunted and left without any more words for her, a mild disappointment. She always liked it when the talkers threw her some kind of parting shot.
Still, her arousal was becoming rather bothersome. Rarity slid her fingers out of her backside and stood just long enough to peel out of her skirt and stare with bemused pride at her cock and balls threatening to utterly destroy her panties. The dark flesh of her stallionhood spilled out one leg hole, pressed against her thigh and reaching her knee.
She slipped out of them, relishing the feel of the way the stuck slightly to her wet marehood. Her maleness bobbed up, standing erect and proud, almost begging to be touched.
Rarity refrained from doing so. She tried to avoid masturbating, not because she had anything against it, but because it was more fun to let herself be aroused and needy and desperate to cum only to be denied again and again till she went to bed with aching balls and whimpering with desperation.
Sometimes of course things happened on their own, usually during dreams and she'd wake up to find that her sheets needed to be burned.
Gazing down at her cock she spotted the puddle of piss left by her first customer, a few drops of cum resting in it. She got down onto her hands and knees and bent her face to it, breathing in the foul, acrid scent and feeling her maleness pulse and her cunt gush as her stomach roiled at what she contemplated doing.
Her mouth opened and she licked along the floor, slurping up the mess along with grime and gods alone knew what else. She could not stop her hand from slipping back beneath her tail to rub and tease her asshole.
This here was depraved beyond her wildest, sickest dreams… well… perhaps not all of them. Certainly sicker than any of the fantasies that involved consent on her part, the darker ones usually involved things worse.
The taste was revolting, her eyes stung as tears filled them and fell. She pressed a cheek into the puddle, letting the foulness cling to her pure white coat even as she lapped up the remaining piss.
As if answering some sort of psychic call, somepony entered the stall opposite. She could make out pink legs and hooves in the dim light, and then a thick, if flaccid cock of dark pink was thrust through the hole.
First placing her skirt and panties on the floor beneath it, Rarity rose her head just as the anonymous pony's bladder let loose, hitting her in the face and soaking her mane. After a moment's surprise the dressmaker felt her heart race as her lust was given wings.
When the stream finally died down she licked the last few drops from the head and heard a feminine sigh. Something deep inside her began waving a warning flag at the sound, but it was silenced beneath a hunger to service this pony who had so marvelously defiled her.
She sucked the head of the fat pink cock into her mouth and felt it responding, growing longer and thicker as she plied her considerable skill.
Another feminine moan from the other side. Rarity worked lips and tongue on the glans, stroking her hands along the shaft, curious to see the full size of her prize.
It was indeed very large, easily her equal in length, though she could only dream of possessing an organ of similar thickness. It was not long before the pink pony's pecker was fully erect and Rarity realized there was no way she could take the whole rod in her throat.
Instead she rose, careful to keep her head beneath the dividing wall and took the member between her legs, letting the stranger feel her wet cunt and full, heavy balls. They seemed to try to push more of themselves through the wall then, as if desperate to be inside her.
The dressmaker turned, as desperate as her client, and guided the thick shaft to her waiting wetness. She could not stop a gasp as the petals of her female sex were parted by flared head, it pushed against every inch of her as she backed against it.
"Goddess!" she gasped as the pony on the other side withdrew till only glans remained, then slammed forward, rattling the partition with the impact.
They began fucking her in earnest through the hole in the wall, and Rarity knew she was going to cum and flood the little stall. She hoped whoever was rutting her would order her to wallow in it like a pig and lick it up, hoped they bring a bunch of other ponies in to fuck her in every hole and piss on her while she debased herself. Consequences be damned it was all just so good.
"Wow Rarity!" chirped a high, happy voice that froze the dressmaker's blood in her veins, "you're really having fun with this!"
The important thing, Rarity knew, was not to scream. That would not help anything.
"Pinkie?!" Rarity hissed through clenched teeth, "what are you doing here?!"
"Mmmmm... you're way tighter than I'd have thought," the party pony ignored the question, "I mean you've been coming here for months now! I'd have thought you'd be good and stretched! Do you do kegels?"
"Pinkie!" Rarity groaned. Between the terror, shock and outrage that came from being found out her arousal should have died off, but instead it was only being fed by this turn of events. Her body ached, begging for the sweet release of orgasm.
It was all too much, she let out a strangled shout and slumped to the floor, Pinkie's stallionhood slipping out of her with a wet pop as her cock began to jerk and her cunt spasmed. Rarity came like a fire hose, spraying the wall, floor and mostly herself with a thick stream of molten hot cum.
She rolled onto her back and it arched into the air, splattering her further. Her pussy was gushing, squirting feminine juices onto her thighs and tail.
In some distant part of her mind she registered the click of a bathroom stall unlocking, her own rattling and then another click but it all seemed so far away and unimportant when she had the wonderful feeling of her orgasm to get lost in.
Rarity began coming back to herself when she felt big, soft hand pull her close and felt a broad, wet tongue lick from neck to cheek, felt her cock being pressed against a bigger, meatier one like a rod of hot iron and then the kiss.
Pinkie Pie's long tongue sliding into her mouth, toying with her as the dressmaker trust against the big, soft mare.
"You look so hot when you're covered in jizz, Rarity," Pinkie cooed in her ear, "Its like looking at a big sexy cake that's been glazed."
She licked Rarity again, her hand now kneading the dressmaker's plush bottom.
"Pinkie... I... can explain..." Rarity managed to get through the warm haze enveloping her mind. She felt the mare beginning to undo her blouse with one hand and with shaking fingers tried to assist her.
"Nothing to explain at all," the party pony said, "you get off on being a slut, that's all. It's ok, you're not the only one."
"I-I'm not?" why was it so hard to think?
Pinkie nuzzled Rarity's neck and planted a small kiss there.
"Nope, not at all!" the party pony had her blouse open now and had slipped a hand into Rarity's bra, groping the full flesh of her breast and toying with the fat black nipple, "I like it to."
"I don't- AH!" the dressmaker's words were cut off as Pinkie nipped at her collar bone, not hard, but with the promise that she could bite much, much harder.
"Of course, I also like to give a good hard fucking as much as I like to recieve one," she fluttered her wide, innocent eyes at Rarity, "How about you? Ever been on the other side of that wall?"
Rarity bit her lip and shook her head.
Pinkie sat up and began to pull up her shirt till her breasts, huge and luscious were exposed.
"We're going to have some fun," the mare said in a sing song voice, "some nasty, dirty fun! But you've got to do exactly what I say alright?"
Finally working her way out of the mental fog, Rarity managed to ask, "what if I don't agree? Will you... will you tell anypony?"
"Not a soul," Pinkie smiled down to her, "cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye! And if you don't want to do this, you just have to say so!"
"What will we do then?"
Pinkie's smile grew an edge, something hungry and cruel.
"You'll do whatever I tell you to, and I'll do whatever I want to you," she gripped their rock hard stallionhoods together, rubbing shaft against shaft and making Rarity whimper, "and its going to be nasty, and filthy, and humiliating, and painful. Sound good?"
Rarity nodded.
Pinkie kissed her again, biting the dressmaker's tongue and lip as she parted.
"You want this bad, don't you?" she teased, rubbing herself against Rarity's length.
Pinkie looked as if she wanted to continue, but became silent as the bathroom door opened. They both listened closely to the sound of hooves clicking on tile, and the heard the next to them open and another anonymous cock was slid in.
The dressmaker got onto her hands and knees and crawled over to it, Pinkie sliding around behind her. She felt the party pony's palms on her rump as she opened her mouth and began to service the unknown pony.
As Pinkie gripped and kneaded her ass, she slurped and sucked on the strange phallus. A feeling of absolute euphoria crept over her. This was more than sluttishness now, this was being known as a slut, it was having somepony in on the secret and knowing they’d always think of her as a whore.
The grinning mare behind Rarity was not gentle as she groped. She squeezed and pinched, and Rarity let out a low moan that vibrated up the stranger's cock as Pinkie's thumb found her anus and pressed inside.
Soon enough the stallion finished, and he finished hard. Rarity supposed he must have been pent up because his cum came too fast and too hard for her to swallow properly.
She began choking and tried to draw away, but pinkie's hand shot and forced her to take even more of his length as she coughed and sputtered. Cum flew up into her sinuses, and burned as it leaked out her nose. She thought she heard a dark chuckle from the other side of the wall.
Pinkie held her in place even as the stallion's cock began to soften in her throat and for a moment Rarity though things were done until she realized he was making no move to slide his member out of her throat.
Horror dawned in the sick heaven that had become Rarity's world and even as revulsion and fear warred in her mind, her hands found her cock and began stroking.
He pissed down her throat and again she desperately tried to swallow the noxious liquid, but it could not be contained. This time Pinkie did let her draw away till the stallion's flaccid cock hung before her as she gagged on piss and cum, raining urine into her face.
Rarity's whole world had become nothing but disgust and shame and a red hot, burning need for more and more and more. She would have stroked herself off then and there if Pinkie Pie hadn't grabbed her hand and took away.
"Heh," she heard the stallion grunt from the otherside of the wall before he walked away.
When the door was closed Pinkie made her move, twisting Rarity around and lapping at her face.
"That was so super duper hot," she breathed between licks.
"Y-you really think so?" the dressmaker asked.
"Celestia yes!" Pinkie gripped her boobs and squeezed hard enough to cause pain, "I thought I was going to explode when you started jerking off."
"Why did you stop me?" Rarity didn't particularly mind at all.
"Because you don't get to cum unless somepony makes you," Pinkie gripped Rarity's nipples and twisted, "but I promise I'm going to make you cum, a lot."
"W-why?" she began to shift and shiver beneath her friend's assault. She'd never dared indulge in masochism before, too afraid of losing control and hurting herself too badly, "why are you doing this?"
"Because you love it," Pinkie breathed into her ear, "If I thought you were doing this to punish yourself or something I'd just take you home, but you're doing this for fun, and I love seeing my friends have fun."
With that she bit Rarity. Hard and directly into the muscle of her her shoulder while at the same time cruelly digging her fingers into the flesh of breasts.
"Harder!" the dressmaker gasped, "Please, harder!"
The party pony happily obliged her, stopping short of breaking the skin to whisper in Rarity's ear.
"Now, for the next pony, you're going to let him cum in that nice, tight cunt of yours," she stroked a hand across Rarity's belly, "because your mouth is going to be full of my cock. Understood?"
The dressmaker nodded enthusiastically.
"Don't worry about taking the whole thing," she raked her fingertips across Rarity's stomach, "the only pony I know who can swallow the whole thing is Mr. Cake, and I'm pretty sure he's been sucking cock for a lot longer than you."
"Who's?"
"Mine and Ms. Cake's strap on," Pinkie giggled, "he loves a good hard dicking, and she loves to give one, or even just watch one."
The door creaked open again, and Rarity moved herself into position. She opened her mouth to please Pinkie's pole and waited for the feeling of hard flesh against her marehood.
When it came, her friend slid the first few inches of her stallionhood in as well, the thick member filling her mouth to its utmost.
Pinkie, eyes sparkling with malice reached down and grabbed a handful of Rarity's mane and pulled her further down to the point where it was no longer physically possible to fit more into her.
Rarity's gripped the mare's wide, plush hips for support and let out a strangled moan as the stallion using her cunt began to saw in and out, slamming his hips against the far wall when he tried to push in deeper.
"Fuckin hells," he groaned, "fucking Celestia's tits you're tight for a slut."
In response, the dressmaker squeezed down on him while rolling her hips back. She wanted so badly for this fool to cum and leave so the next stallion could get in and dump a load in her. She wanted it running down her legs when she left, wanted to be painted with Pinkie Pie's cum and more than anything she wanted to hear more voices, more ponies calling her a slut, a pig, a whore, a cunt, a bitch.
And she wanted, oh how badly she wanted to look up into her friend's eyes and hear her speak those words.
Pinkie grinned down as if reading her mind and then held her finger up to her lips.
Soon he came, his seed boiling up inside her, the first of many she hoped, and soon after he was gone.
Now Rarity was free to focus solely on pleasuring Pinkie. She drew back till she could use her tongue effectively.
"You give really good head," Pinkie moaned, "I should probably be taking notes or something."
Rarity gave the mare's glans a lick, swirling her tongue around the mare's urethra.
"Call me names, darling," she pleaded.
"Okie dokie, slut!" Pinkie piped, "you know, I used to think I was a really big whore, but you really take the cake! You're too much of a slut for porn!"
"Am I also a bitch?"
"You're a cunt! A snobby, slutty cunt!" Pinkie slapped her, hard across the face and Rarity smiled, "Pretty much everypony thinks so, most of us think you need to be bent over and shown who's boss!"
"Oh I do!" Rarity looked up from Pinkie's cock and beamed, "I really do! I'm such an awful mare, and that's why I'm here!"
"Yeah, you need to be taught a lesson!" the party pony giggled, tapping Rarity on the nose with her glans.
Rarity took Pinkie back into her mouth and seemed to glow with, if not happiness, then at least the perverse joy in lust well satisfied.
This became the rhythm for the next hour or so, Pinkie dirty talking and abusing Rarity while at least three other stallions used the dressmaker's cunt. It was a bit of an ordeal to bring Pinkie off given that only part of her member would fit in Rarity's mouth, but when she did...
Pinkie Pie began to shake, she grit her teeth and groaned as her whole body grew tense. She gripped Rarity's mane and roughly yanked her forward till the dressmaker was gagging on the mare's generous flesh. Seconds later she came.
It was impossible for the dressmaker to swallow even a mouthful, choked as she was by Pinkie's girth. All she could do was cough and sputter and try not wretch as it gushed out of her mouth, out of her nostrils and soon was spraying into her face, stinging her eyes and plastering mane to skull.
Seed fell in a sticky rain over her breasts, coating them in thick warm goo. She was in fact well and truly glazed with the stuff, and Pinkie was far from finished. Rarity fell onto her backside and the party pony followed her.
With shaking hands she guided her spurting cock into Rarity's already cum stuffed marehood and lunged forward, wrapping her arms around the dressmaker and locking her in a hot, sticky kiss even as her length slid in and finally forced Rarity over the edge herself.
All was lost in that moment, the whole world dissolving into sensation, scent and the sheer depraved love she felt for her friend in that moment.
At last the two lay spent in the mess. Clothing ruined, drenched in cum and reeking of piss. Rarity's belly bulged with the seed Pinkie had pumped into her, almost making her look pregnant until the mare slid her hardness out.
Cum gushed from her, feeling almost as good as penetration itself had been and then Pinkie was between her legs, lapping at it, worming her long tongue up into Rarity to scoop out gobs of sticky seed and then always climbing up to let it fall from her mouth onto the dressmaker's breasts or face or open, hungry mouth.
At last things calmed somewhat. Rarity gazed up at the ceiling only to have the view replaced by a sticky faced Pinkie, gazing down at her with sparkling blue eyes. They kissed again, Pinkie sliding a mouthful of cum flavored with cunt that the pair pushed back and forth before each swallowing down an equal half.
"That has to be the most depraved way I've ever spent my time," Rarity said.
"Fun, wasn't it?" Pinkie palmed one of the dressmaker's sore breasts and gave it cruel squeeze.
"Mmm... yes..."
"Goody!" Pinkie twisted Rarity's nipple, "I'm so, so glad you had fun! For a moment I was worried that this was one of those weird cry for help thingies."
Rarity kissed Pinkie's cheek, then lapped at it.
"I assure you darling, it was not."
She shivered as she felt Pinkie's hand on her cock, fingers stroking along the shaft.
"You know..." the party pony purred, "we could go back to my place and have some real fun..."
"Wouldn't the Cake's mind?"
"Nah, they hardly ever use their sex dungeon now that they've got the twins to take care of," Pinkie rolled one hand over Rarity's slimy glans, "and even if they do know, they'll probably just want to join in."
"That sounds lovely," the dressmaker sighed.
Pinkie helped her to her hooves and opened the door.
"Darling..."
"Yeah?"
"We are in rather compromising states of dress."
Pinkie looked at her and winked.
"Trust me Rarity," she said, "I always leave naked and covered in yummy jizz! I haven't been caught yet."
Rarity smiled and leaned on her friend's shoulder as Pinkie peaked out into the hallway and then took her towards one of the emergency exits. No alarm sounded as the two headed out into the night, a night still young and full of secrets. This one was theirs, a delicious bit of filth to be shared only between them and it was only going to get dirtier from here...
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