Dog Days of Rarity

by Tail High

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Romance, Fluttershy, Sex
Length: 3139

Rarity has long been bored of banal sensuality. She hungers for something more, lusting for the deconstruction of her self. The answer lies in the Everfree, and the heart of its keeper.

Rarity has long been bored of banal sensuality. She hungers for something more, lusting for the deconstruction of her self. The answer lies in the Everfree, and the heart of its keeper.

Welcome!
Presenting: an unabashed, unapologetic, lurid and lascivious clopfic. Kinks for each released chapter are listed below, I would advise that you do not read it if such does not appeal (as there is very little story!). Please, enjoy.

~ Tail High

CHAPTER ONE: [BDSM] [BESTIALITY] [MESSY]

Published 2015-02-09 03:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-09 03:00:01 UTC

Chapter One: A Wonderful Night

"Are you sure about this Rarity?"

Fluttershy walked beside me, and despite the heavy saddlebags her hesitant steps were far more graceful than I could ever achieve.

"Of course I am, darling."

To my relief there was no tremble in my voice. I remained as calm and composed as ever, but inwardly I trembled with nerves. My stomach twisted and felt about to throw up. Was I really sure about this? It was as if Fluttershy read my thoughts, for she stopped and gently laid a hoof on my shoulder.

"Rarity, you… you don’t have to do it like this, you know. There are, um, other ways."

I shook my head and pushed her hoof away. I took in the gentle rolling fields redolent with the smells of wild flowers. The dark looming fringe that was the Everfree lay before us. I shivered slightly. It wasn’t cold.

"Nonsense darling! It’s too late to have second thoughts now. It isn’t ladylike."

"No lady would ever do this, though…" Fluttershy mumbled, almost inaudibly. I flushed, but didn’t reply. It was true.

She set off again, hoisting her saddlebags more comfortably onto her back, and I followed her, tracing a winding dirt path into the Everfree itself. Even though it was mid-day, the forest seemed eternally cast into a pallor, a kind of ever-present gloom that ignored Celestia’s radiance. I felt ever more nervous, as insects buzzed drunkenly into me and strange creatures called deep within the depths of this forsaken forest. More than once I jumped, and even tripped over a tree-root - but Fluttershy was there to catch me, and help me on, a gentle smile on her face. At least she didn’t laugh at me. We trotted deeper into the forest, keeping a steady pace for what must have been half an hour or more. My hooves were getting tired, and I felt hot and sweaty, my perfectly groomed hooves already dirty with mud and leaves. I forced myself to ignore it and not whine, much as I wanted too. It was going to get a lot worse, very soon.

Fluttershy eventually halted in a small clearing, though the canopy was so thick it was no lighter here than anywhere else. She dropped the pack and raised a hoof to my chest. I stopped walking, trying to hide my laboured breaths. It would not do to admit to Fluttershy that I was in worse shape than she. The embarrassment!

Fluttershy of course was practically pristine. It just wasn't fair.

"Here we, um, are. I don’t think this is a very good idea, Rarity, are you… are you really su-"

"I’m sure," I said, trying to sound as firm and confident as I knew I wasn’t feeling.

She looked at me then, her mouth drawn into a little unhappy line, her blue eyes filled with worry. She looked so beautiful in that moment, framed by this twisted forest that seemed in some ways to complete her.

"You will never be able to go back, you know." Fluttershy said, her voice soft but firm.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Your normal life. Nothing will ever be the same after this."

"Surely you are being melodramatic, darling!" I said, tittering into my hoof.

She shook her head obstinately, "I won't stop you, but I... just think about it, um. Please?"

She looked so worried and concerned that I swallowed my own nervousness and forced an easy smile on my lips. I nuzzled at her cheek.

"I have thought about it, Shy. I've run it through my head so many times I swear I was debating in my sleep. Trust me, I'm sure about this.” I took a few deep breaths to steady myself. “Do it.”

Everything went black. I felt Fluttershy drawing a blindfold tight around the back of my head, then pause. I felt her step closer, lips at my ear.

"Remember your safeword," she whispered, "and do not be afraid. I will keep you safe, I promise."

She hugged me then, a brief, quick nuzzle before she pulled away. I heard her take a steadying breath, then a hoof pressed hard against the small of my back.

"Down"

Down I went, my torso pressing into the earth, cheek pushed up against the sweet grass. Fluttershy’s voice had taken on a harder edge, like steel wrapped around the cotton sweetness of her soft demeanor.

"Stay."

I remained as still as possible, quivering in anticipation. Even though I couldn't see, the sudden switch in Fluttershy's personality was tangible, like an unseen force that radiated a self-assured confidence that demanded obedience. It had been so sudden a change the shock left my heart thumping in my chest, the thrill leaving me trembling. I had known, of course, but this...

I could feel myself start to heat up. I danced lightly on the hooves of my hindlegs, flanks shifting back and forth in a surreptitious attempt to rub them together. If Fluttershy saw she made no comment, for the next thing I felt were the weight of cuffs wrapping around my forelimbs – not the brutish, metal cuffs that the Diamond Dogs had used, but ones of faux-fur and latex - then the light clink of chains pulling the wrists together, pulled up against my chest, chain attached to a collar that was wrapped around my throat. Hindlegs came next, cuffed, then forced apart with what I could only imagine was a spreader bar, exposing me to the elements. I felt the cool air caress my chubby sex, as Fluttershy pushed my tail back and knotted the tip into the collar around my throat. I shivered, making a quiet noise against the grass. I could feel myself starting to leak, the warm scent of my heat wafting without restraint into the glade.

I heard Fluttershy stifle a gasp. I couldn't see, instead could only feel Fluttershy lean in closer, her hot breath washing over my cunt.

"You are drenched. This is so... unbecoming of you, Rarity. I had no idea you were this much of a whore."

I gasped, a hot flush rising to my cheeks at the words. There was no hesitation to her voice, none of her usual demure tone. Her words rang with a cool confidence that... thrilled me. To hear Fluttershy - dear, sweet Fluttershy use such language made it all the more evocative, and it was all the more cutting for the truth that rang in every syllable. Only a few minutes in and I was already a mess, desire unbidden leaving juices to trickle down the insides of my quivering thighs. Heat suffused my mind, addling thoughts, leaving me to pant like a bitch.

"Don’t worry, slut." Fluttershy’s hoof tenderly caressed my ass, as if to admire its softness, squeezing it and making me gasp. Oh Fluttershy, please do hurry up!

"I know what you want. You want a nice hard cock, don’t you? Yes you do!" She giggled, then stepped away from me, that wonderful hoof leaving! I felt myself pushing back, trying to reignite that touch. Fluttershy laughed as she continued, "-but no self-respecting stallion would want to fuck such a depraved little worthless slut like you, would they, Rarity? But don’t worry, I have just the thing for you."

Fluttershy whistled a high little whistle, then slowly started to walk away. "Goodbye, slut. Have fun."

Her hoofsteps faded into the distance, and the frantic cloud of heat started to ebb from my mind, replaced with the thrill of fear and anxiety. Why was Fluttershy leaving? I thought she was going to stay, to make sure nothing happened. I wetted my lips, and called out, "F-fluttershy?" My voice cracked, and came out as nothing more than a whimper.

Silence.

I was alone. The darkness of the blindfold seemed to press in around me, the sounds of the dark forest heightened to my twitching ears. Cold air brushed against my coat – or was it merely the disparity of my aroused flesh that made it so? I shivered, panic starting to set in as I swore I heard the rustle and shift of movement through the undergrowth all around me. I breathed quickly through my nose, hooves tugging ineffectually at their bonds. The thought of being found like this, exposed, presented like a whore begging to be mounted made a cold thrill sear down my spine, and ecstasy smoulder in my mind.

"S-shy?"

Answer came in the form of a soft growl. Several growls, in fact. Heavy footfalls came closer, the sound of heavy breathing, and then the wind shifted. I smelled them. The rank stench of Timberwolves. My breathing accelerated, heart pounding in my chest as a cold thrill of fear coursed through my blood. I started to pant. I knew how I must look to them – on my chest, perfect rump in the air, legs spread and tail up – a bitch in heat.

One of the wolves padded closer. I stopped breathing. I knew this was coming, I knew this was what I had come here to do. I knew Fluttershy wouldn't really let anything bad happen to me. I knew... I knew...
And yet, what if something had gone wrong? Rationalising what was happening to me was fruitless, as lust and fear clouded that which was rational, adrenaline coursing through my body – leaving me to tremble violently and tug with desperation at my chains. My horn sparked and sputtered, and I tried using it to undo my cuffs. Nothing. Panic twisted my throat and I whimpered, breathing raggedly, a cold sweat leaving my body in a desperate sheen. I was trapped. Prey given as offering to the predator.
The wolf came ever closer and perhaps he was the alpha, for the nose that pushed up between my legs was broad and thick. He lifted me up with casual ease, leaving me on the tips of my hooves. He barked, a cracking sound like the splintering of wood - a strangely pleased sound, his hot, stinking breath rolling out over my wet cunt. I moaned. Oh fuck yes.

I didn’t care any more that it was just a filthy beast, and that I, by wanting this so desperately, was even less of a creature than they. My pussy winked hard, and I arched my back, silently begging. I did not have to wait long. The nose was removed, and then the timberwolf stepped over me, his shaft pressing hard between my legs. It had an odd wooden texture to it, hard but smooth, and oh sweet Celestia it was so big. He thrust, gliding the length of his shaft against my folds, pressing against my stomach in his eagerness. I could feel his heavy weight against my back, his massive paws on either side of my bound forehooves. I trembled. My pussy ached.

For a moment I hesitated. Was I really prepared? Had all the nights spent with plastic look-alikes of shaft and plug, writhing in imagined debauchery truly prepared me for a creature such as this? My heart pounded in my chest. I breathed quick, panicked, chest fluttering. Would they ruin me? I shivered, and slowly forced myself to calm. I had gone too far with this to back out now. Before I could reconsider, and with the last of my will I ignited my horn, and helped him align. For a brief moment I could feel the slender tip of him press against my wet sex.

He thrust again. I screamed.

Inch upon inch of fat doggy cock slid into me in one dominating motion, spreading me so wide apart black spots exploded behind my clenched eyelids. My mouth tore open, saliva flying to the ground. I swear I could feel the tip of his cock stretch out my stomach in a visible bulge, so full did he rut me. My nether lips stretched and seared with pain. I could voice no further protest however, for a second wolf had voided his patience and stepped around to my front to urge a second shaft to my lips. As I drew breath to scream, he forced inside with animalistic impatience. I choked as the tip hit the back of my throat and slid down it, forcing the wooden knot against my lips. My eyes widened under the blindfold. So big. Before I could get a proper taste, the wolf pulled out, and with another excitable thrust forced into my mouth to fill it completely, knot and all. I felt something in my jaw pop. A flash of pain seared through my stretched lips – but at least it hadn't dislocated, my body unable to resist the strength and bestial need of the monsters. My mouth full of knot, throat plugged with dick my cries were muffled to inaudibility over the loud huffs and growls of the wolves.

The taste was indescribable, hot and musky like a real wolf, redolent with the scents of virile male - exotic with faint traces of tree sap and crushed pine needles. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my world rapidly filling with wolf-cock. Musk in my lungs. Shafts spitroasting me from both ends, filling me like no stallion could ever do.

Pleasure exploded inside me, searing my senses as the sheer exultation of being so perfectly and completely fucked drove all rational thought from my mind. Here and now I was nothing but a bitch in heat. Their bitch in heat. So deliciously and perfectly myself. I came then. My mind couldn’t rationalize the orgasm, it was just a continuous blur of pleasure as my cunt twitched and spasmed around the wolf’s shaft that now pounded into me, grinding a knot the size of a grapefruit against my taxed folds – stretching them obscenely. Every thrust of his large and muscled bulk dominated me, paws clawing at my shoulders and sides leaving shallow gashes as his heavy muzzle bit at my neck, leaving drool and bruises as my prize.
The wolf that fucked my throat forced me to take him to the hilt, pushing my nostrils against his crotch with each thrust. This is what I wanted, what I craved. I felt the knots swell in my mouth and stretch my cunt still further as the wolves crammed themselves in as much as they possibly could, then howled as they came. Thick spurts of musky wolf-cum poured directly into my womb and stomach and gushed out in ridiculous quantity. My mind blanked with pleasure.

They finished their business and tugged out, leaving my cunt to gape open, trickles of white drooling from my freshly fucked holes. My mouth remained open. I felt cum drip to the dirt below. I quivered, my knees turned to water and it was all I could do to keep myself upright. I rolled my tongue around the inside of my mouth, and swallowed some of the cum. I moaned. Before I could do much else, however, two more wolves approached. I could sense the lean, athletic grace of the beast as one circled around in front of me, my nostrils assaulted with the sudden musk of him. I inhaled sharply, and felt myself lean forwards, nose twitching until my lips pressed to the wolf’s erect shaft. I had more time now to appreciate the texture and taste. So good. I couldn’t help myself. I started to lap at it, running my tongue along the musky length up to the half-formed knot, which I wrapped my lips around to suckle upon. The wolf seemed content for me to administer my talents, though he bucked his hips whenever my tongue hit a sweet spot, smacking my head sharply. I didn’t mind, I was far too aroused to care. The sheer expression of free bestial lust was… intoxicating. No care for self control, no need for propriety. Just lust, and the self-fulfillment of lust.

The wolf behind me had been snuffling at my rump, his broad, rough tongue scraping across my sodden folds and up, further up - which sent electric shivers of pleasure down my spine and raised my flanks higher until I remained on the tips of my hooves. I felt my thighs quiver, the muscles taut and burning from the strain while air licked a cold tongue to my heated skin. He mounted me, large paws once again at my sides, one on my withers keeping me in place with pricks of claws.

Thrust. I felt myself moving with him, now broken in – free to enjoy more fully the fullness of penetration. To feel the way the peculiar texture of the timberwolf – the fine-grained smooth tactile nature of wood, contrasted with the lithe, pliant nature of the life that surged beneath the bark.

Thrust. I could hear a lewd squelch as the wolf hilted, tapered tip stabbing deep, drops of my honey and cum oozing out from around my stretched folds to run in rivulets down my thighs. He withdrew, and thicker ropes of sexual juices hung like glistening string between knot and flushed labia. Drops of it rolled like dew, collecting at my clit to drip to the dirt and grass below.

Thrust! The bestial fucking continued, driving demandingly deep, claiming my senses and my mind. My sanity deteriorated as I lost myself to carnality. Tongue lolling. Eyes rolled back in my head. The taste of cum on my tongue and musk lay heavy in my nostrils. I barely noticed as the wolf in front grew tired of my sudden lack of attention and mounted, my mouth once more stuffed. I felt my throat bulge. All I knew was the slap of hips against me; the bark and grunt of hot breath and sharp teeth against my withers; the squelch, slurp and sucking sound of canine cock ruining my cunt; spraying droplets of my sexual arousal and matting my fur with the evidence of my depravity.

I felt them cum. The sensation of being filled to the brim, spilling back over in a hot, sticky wash shocked me back to reality. I found myself coughing, thick creamy cum dribbling from my trembling lips. The wolf behind me pulled out, followed by another wash of cum. I coughed again, feeling weak, hot, as if consumed by a fever.

Sweaty, drooling cum and sexual juices, my hair a complete mess - I lifted my blind face to the panting pack of wolves around me and smiled.

"Fuck me."

As the wolves crowded around, I had one last thought before surrendering my mind to simple, mindless bliss.

This would be a long, wonderful night.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading my first entry on fimfiction! I hope it wasn't entirely drivel, and that you lovely people enjoyed.

Tail High