The Game

Sweet and luscious my ass.

After I got back from the awkward, miserable, yet embarrassingly successful sexcapade with Granny Smith, I immediately went up to the shower to clean my penis off from the guilt and shame.

Okay, I got my punishment for biting Discord’s balls. I just pray I don’t get another one like that. I grabbed the dice and threw them to the board. Another snake eyes. Seriously, if I get the old male pony that they sometimes show in the show, I’m offing myself. The text appeared, and I had my fingers crossed.

Loving her will erase your disparity, the generous and sweet Rarity.

"Alright," I said.

I jumped into the gem.
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I woke up inside Carousel Boutique (I assumed). It was dark and there were clothes hanging around me.

Am I in the closet? Not long after I thought that, my next pony was opening up the closet.

“Now, where did I put that thing?” she pondered to herself. She pulled the clothes to the side and found me huddled inside, no doubt surprising her. “Wa-ha-HA!” she screamed.

“Oh jeez,” I screamed. “I’m so sorry that I startled you.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said, calming down. “Could you be a dear and help me find my toy? I seemed to have misplaced it.”

Toy?

I the heard a faint buzzing sound from upstairs. I ran upstairs, and heard the buzzing distinctly behind one of the closed doors. Upon opening it, the sight I was greeted to was the most shocking thing that I have seen since, well, when I got a good look at Granny Smith’s pussy. I saw Sweetie Belle lying on the ground on her stomach, her face in pleasure as a vibrator dildo was planted firmly inside her vagina.

“Hey,” I whispered, close to fainting, “I think I found your ‘toy.’” I blacked out.
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“Darling?” I heard. “Are you alright?” I opened my eyes to find Rarity looking up at me. I felt the soft padding of the mattress I was lying on, realizing that I was on Rarity’s bed in her living room. “Thank goodness,” she sighed.

“Hey,” I said. “Where’s Sweetie Belle?”

“She’s playing with her friends now.”

A small filly masturbates with a dildo and she gets no punishment? This fucked-up world never fails to surprise me.

“That’s not important,” she said. She began crawling over and on me until her face met mine. “What’s important is where you’re going to be.”

She then rubbed my penis with her moistening vagina, which I could tell what was happening since the crotch area of my boxers was feeling increasingly wet. My penis began getting hard at her juices soaking through my undergarments and onto my dick. Then, she applied more pressure to my crotch. I felt the lips of her pussy pinch my boxers multiple times. She flared her lips open and I felt a draft over my now exposed cock.

“Did you just… unbutton my boxers with your vagina?”

“Well,” she admitted, leaning close to my face, “I am a pony of many talents.”

I then decided to do what I felt would be right when having sex with a lady like Rarity. I tenderly caressed her mouth with my lips. She returned my kisses with her tongue inside my mouth. She then squeezed my penis with her thighs and began pulling and pushing. The feeling of her soft coat was unbelievable for my penis. I definitely wouldn’t forgive myself if I came all over her room. Plus, I wanted to get a little time with her talented vagina. I broke my kiss and rotated the unicorn around, her ass in my face and my cock in hers.

“I want to kiss your other lips, if you catch my drift,” Rarity giggled seductively.

I began French kissing her vagina, her vaginal lips perfectly replicating the lips of her mouth. Tasting her juices was a pleasure also. Unlike her friends, who had sweet fluids, hers were a bit more tart, but given the flavor, it couldn’t have been better. Rarity’s juice was like that of the finest red wine. The luscious taste made me “kiss” harder, not wanting to miss a single drop. Rarity was busy licking the head of my penis. It wasn’t until I took a break to lick my lips that I realized that sucking cock was below Rarity.

I picked up the mare again.

“Hey,” she whined. “I wasn’t finished.”

“Stop whining,” I said.

“Whining? I was not whining, I was complaining. Do you want to hear whining? This is whi-” She shrieked mid-word once I slipped Rarity’s vagina onto my cock.

“No,” I said. “This is moaning.”

I then thrust my waist in and out of her pussy, eliciting moans from her.

“Oh yes,” she groaned in pleasure. “Rut me like a cheap, five-bit whore!”

I thrust as hard as I could. From the deep winded moans and groans that came from her she really seemed to enjoy it. My moans came out when she started working her vagina on my penis. With my vigor and her technique, we both had massive orgasms at the same time. I slid my cock out of her and laid her on my stomach, her ass to my face. Rarity contracted her rump muscles and a flood of secretions, semen, and her urine washed over my body. I was surprised that she could do such a thing.

“What?” she asked. “Can’t the classy have fun too?” I then took my dry hand, and did my best to wipe her vagina dry, tickling her in the process. “You were quite the gentlecolt,” she said. “No one’s ever kissed me during. It’s as if you actually… cared for me.”

“Of course,” I said. “Why wouldn’t a generous pony like you get what she wants.” She pecked me on the lips. Then she turned and put her vagina to my face.

“We must go at it again,” she said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. I then stuck my face into her vagina and was sucked in, bringing me back into my living room.