Just a Little Pin Prick...
Sassy Saddles sighed, seeing the last customer leaving the boutique. It was yet another stressful day: first she had to serve several slightly spent stars of the silver screen, then she had to order new fabric, and then one of the regular customers visited her and talked for a few hours about the dress she wanted to order. During the whole conversation, Sassy had to stop herself from telling the mare to buy a circus tent.
Now, Sassy finally had some time for herself. She knew Rarity would visit her in two days, so she had time to make preparations. She looked around the boutique. Everything was in perfect order: the fabric of various colours and textures was neatly stacked in one corner, the ponyquins stood by the wall, the dresses on display were fine... Perfect. Just like she liked.
Sassy sat in an armchair and looked at the table full of sewing utensils. Despite a small conflict she had with Rarity recently, she thought that her life was finally getting better. After so many failed projects, it seemed that this one would be a great success. With Rarity’s creativity and Sassy’s patterns, there was nothing that could stop them.
Something, however, was still bugging her. Since Rarity’s departure, everything was on her head. Of course, Rarity would visit her from time to time, but still Sassy had to do almost everything by herself. And that one time when Rarity brought her sister to ‘help’ Sassy was even worse.
Sassy yawned, unbuckling her saddle. The prices of flats in Canterlot were ridiculously high, so after a careful consideration and a few changes in her budget for this year, she decided to just stay in the boutique for nights. After all, Rarity was doing that too. Not to mention that this way, they didn’t have to hire a guard.
Sassy stretched her limbs and slowly unbuttoned her dress. She was always wondering why Rarity was mostly seen naked in public. After all, a fashionista should be a live advertisement of her products, right? Sassy shook her head. Rarity’s approach was definitely unconventional.
Sassy took off her dress and threw it on the table. She smirked, thinking that Rarity could have been right: after a whole day of running around, trying to meet the demands of even the most picky customers, the dress was drenched in sweat. Sassy sighed and banged her head against the back of the armchair. She’d either have to run around naked or talk with Rarity about the temperature inside of the boutique.
Sassy was pretty sure that Rarity would give her money for air conditioning. Hell, she’d even hire more workers if Sassy asked. But there was an obstacle Sassy couldn’t overcome when talking with her boss.
Her own pride.
Sassy always wanted to be independent. Even now, when she was working for Rarity, she tried to employ her own ideas, with, as life showed, mixed results. But still, it was better than getting kicked out again.
Sassy shuddered, thinking of the recent events. She stretched her hooves again and rested them against her inner thighs.
An idea appeared in her mind. She looked around the boutique and chuckled. The very thought about doing that in such a place was so strange that she could hardly resist the temptation. After all, the shop was now her home. A place where she could relax after a stressful day of work.
Sassy moaned, slowly rubbing her inner thigh with one hoof. She moved it upwards, towards her marehood. She felt a shiver going up her spine when she touched it. Spreading her hind legs, she lit her horn, warming her clit up with her hoof.
With a purr, Sassy rubbed the inner walls of her pussy with her warm, golden magic. She closed her eyes, feeling her juices pooling inside of her and dripping on the smooth fabric of the armchair. She teased her marehood, prodding it with her hooves and smearing the fluids all over her thighs and stomach.
But as quickly as her lust lit up, it faded. Sassy cancelled her magic and looked down on her body. Her fur was matted and sticky in places where the juices seeped into it. The whole room smelled of her sweat and juices. She panted, trying to turn herself on with her hoof again, but with no results. She was tired, horny, and burned out; she groaned in frustration, unable to come up with anything.
Sassy Saddles, the mare who could organise everything, sighed, lowering her head. She wasn’t somepony who’d admit her defeat easily, but this seemed like one of those situations. The work deprived her of all her feelings. She looked around, searching for an inspiration.
Suddenly, she realised something. The answer was right in front of her. More precisely, in her cutie mark.
“I need to feel something...” she muttered through gritted teeth. She levitated a few pins from the table and jammed them into her thigh. Her nerves exploded, sending electric signals that shook her whole body. She moaned loudly, retracting the pins, each of them leaving a small droplet of blood on her blue coat.
Pins... They appeared on her flank when she planned her first pattern. Since then, they were an important element of her life. Even the most intimate part of it. Sassy smirked, thinking about how she was as a filly. She spent a lot of time trying to find her special talent, not knowing that it was right behind the corner.
Her father was one of the best entomologists in Canterlot. She spent hours watching helpless butterflies and moths squirm, pierced by colourful pins. Often, she was staring into the poor insect’s eyes, hoping to capture the very moment when its soul was leaving the skewered body. For long, she hoped in vain that it’d bring her a cutie mark.
Sassy chuckled. Life could be strange sometimes.
Sassy leaned back in the armchair, smearing the blood on her fur and jamming the pins into her other thigh. She turned them, gritting her teeth and savouring the pain and the grinding feeling in her muscles a she twisted the pins, pushing them deeper.
Her mind filled with images as she stabbed her flesh with more pins, each pinch being a bright explosion in front of her eyes. Sometimes, she wished insects could scream. Just watching them was not enough. Moaning, she took the pins out, rubbing her clit with her hoof. Tears welled in her eyes, but she wiped them, leaving a trail of her blood and juices on her face. A pungent and coppery scent filled her nostrils, causing her to shudder. A new, half-coherent idea appeared in her mind.
Sassy exhaled deeply, levitating the blood-stained pins above her head. She spread her hind legs. Now, each move of her hooves was sending sparks of pleasure up her spine, making her mind go into overdrive. The smell was hypnotising; she was half-aware of her surroundings, but the only thing she could see clearly were the pins, hanging above her. A droplet of blood fell from the tip of one of them, splashing on the floor.
With a long groan, Sassy lowered the pins, piercing her clitoris with them. The scream echoed off the boutique’s walls as she bent forward, pain overwhelming her. Panting, Sassy tore the pins out of her body, nearly passing out as she did so. She rubbed her pussy, covering her hoof in a mix of blood, cum, and sweat, smearing it all over her stomach. Her mind was hazy, confused by mixed signals coming from her marehood. For a moment, she imagined herself as a changeling, impaled on a wooden beam. Thrashing in agony, she felt the pleasure slowly creeping all over her. Her hooves were trembling and a foul stench assaulting her nostrils told her that her bladder couldn’t withstand the pain.
With a guttural growl, Sassy put her hoof inside of her pussy. She threw the pins on the floor and wrapped her bleeding clit in her golden magic, twisting it violently. She threw her head backwards, biting her lips, but she couldn't hold it; she screamed in a wave of orgasm overwhelming her body. She fell on all four, kneeling and gasping as her muscles spasmed.
Her orgasm slowly died down, like death throes of a stabbed larva. She looked around, her vision still blurry as she was getting up from the floor.
Suddenly, she felt something in the back of her brain. A primal feeling of being watched reared its head from some dark cellar of it. Sassy turned swiftly and faced a short, cream-coloured mare with blue mane. She was staring at Sassy with wide eyes, blushing slightly.
“Who are you?” Sassy asked, looking into the mare’s face.
“I’m Coco and I’m working for Rarity in Manehattan...” The cream mare looked at the puddle of Sassy’s fluids pooling on the floor and on red stains on her legs, stomach, and marehood. “Are you okay?”
Sassy stood up, looking at Coco, and locked the door with her magic. “Well, it all depends...” she muttered, regaining her composure.
“Depends on what?” Coco asked, backpedalling. Her eyes widened, when she tried to push the handle and realised the door was closed.
Sassy only smirked, slowly levitating the pins. “Nothing, my little butterfly...”
