Fucking Ponies
Fucking Rarity
Previous ChapterFaust almighty, having a fractured pelvis and lower body paralysis sucks donkey cock. It would hurt to pee, except you can't feel a thing down there. And that's really frustrating. You're feeling super antsy and horny cramped up in the hospital bed for two weeks with no way to relieve your urges. Fuck they won't even let you take the catheter out to wack off a quickie. Should have thought twice before copulating with the living vibrator.
However, it isn't all bad. You strike up a nice relationship with nurse Redheart. I'm sure you'll shag her later on. And the magitech they have here is pretty impressive, with a battery of healing spells applied to you daily. Plus the national healthcare is spot on, which is good because this shit would have bankrupted you back in the good ol' U.S. of A. Anyway, you start to get feeling back in your lower body after a week and start doing physical therapy after two weeks and by the third week, thanks to the magic of modern medicine, you're soon ready to again do it like they do on the Discovery channel.
Your eyes fall upon the fair Rarity. "Rarity," you say, bowing like the gentleman you wish you were, "May I have the presence of your company in bed?"
Rarity titters. "Darling, if you wish to bone this pone, you must first seduce me. I am no mere slut."
So you take her on a romantic weekend retreat to Mareongo Resort and Casino, complete with wine tasting, a trip to the spa, luxurious massages (the Spa Twins apparently have extended family in the business.), some light gambling, and of course a bunch of 5 star dinners which you pay for easily thanks to the job you took up as a human gigalo. Having whirlwindedly romanced her, you take a private coach back to Ponyville. It's Sunday afternoon, and Rarity, satisfied by the pampering you have provided, begins a striptease in her bedroom at the carousel Boutique. She's one of the few ponies who actually can do a strip tease since most of them don't even wear clothes most of the time. Somehow it's even sexier when she does it than that Mackenzie broad at the strip club. Then she drops upon the bed and motions for you to come hither. You do, and soon enough you have sheathed your sword.
It feels like hundreds of little marshmallows–each having received a certificate of excellence from the Lickatongue School of Erotic Tongue Massage–are licking your dick in syncronized splendor, and it's great. Never has sex with a creature that's highly likely to in fact be made of pure refined marshmellowly goodness ever felt this good. You're about to cum after just 20 seconds in this gooey sugary wonderland when suddenly Sweetie Belle bursts through the door, shouting something innane about cutie marks and sisterly bonding time and parents being on a spa weekend, when she sees you bending Rarity over her fainting couch, jamming your cock into her snatch repeatedly. This startles you greatly, and inasmuch the next thrust of your penis in her vagina is exceptionally powerful. This bring you both, despite the presence of an unintentional voyeer, to a roaring mind-shattering climax right in front of said voyeer, her sister. The filly just stands there slack jawed while trying to process the scene in front of her. Eventually, her brain decides to go with the output of:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
So you end up agreeing to split the cost of 17 hours of therapy for Sweetie with Rarity. But hey, that's a price you're more than willing to pay for the opportunity to fuck Rarity.
Author's Note
I'd tap that too.