Art of the Match

He awoke with a jolt, and every inch of his body was in pain. As he awoke, for a blessed moment, he didn’t quite remember what it was he was doing here, why he was here and how he’d got here. He was in agony, but didn’t know why, a terrifying feeling...

But not as terrifying as the feeling he got when he remembered the reason. He opened his eyes, and memories of how he’d got here came flooding back, all at once. How he’d been willing to take Rarity up on this challenge she made, willing to accept her, trying to fight her, and being dominated. In fact, even more specifically, trying to fight her orgasmically. He had accepted a challenge where the first one to cum would be defeated, and be the personal property of the loser.

He hadn’t counted on her being able to overpower him when they locked up. He hadn’t accounted for the might of her muscles crushing around his midsection, stopping his breath in a bearhug. He hadn’t accounted for the power in her pussy muscles, used to sap his strength and manhood with shocking ease.

He hadn’t counted for a lot of things, and every one of them had been used against him. Despite the ironic fact that humans were endurance predators when they had hunted equines, the beautiful unicorn had used his own lack of endurance to make him into her prey. Twice, now, they had locked up, tried to do battle, and she’d left him passed out in a puddle of his own cum. Now he was completely naked, completely soaked in seed, and completely humiliated.

He opened his eyes, and saw her gorgeous blues staring back at him, with a look that mixed curiosity with mockery, like she had found some strange mouse scampering across the floor of her shop, and was watching to see what it would do before she tossed it to be preyed on by her pet.

He tried to keep her gaze when he met it, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Her stare, wide and almost affectionate as it was, chilled him to his core, and he looked away, down between her four legs, and saw the seed still dripping down and discoloring her thighs.

“Hmmm, poor little human,” she taunted, “Looks like I’ve finally brought you down to my level~” She laughed at the idea, pressing herself closer to him so he could see that, down here on his hands and knees, they had become the same height.

“On my level in height, at least,” she continued, “We’ve seen where you are in physical competition with me, and in sex and grappling, why, you must be PRAYING you were on my level. I had hoped I might find some challenge in testing myself against you, but ultimately you have proved yourself to be nothing more than a cum-spurting weak little toy. Our so-called contest might give me the right to take you home as a slave, but I’m not entirely sure of the point. Why should a mare like me take on the responsibility of watching out for a weak little human whore who might cum himself if he accidentally brushes against one of my dresses?”

He groaned at her words, partly because of their cruelty and partly because he knew the truth, that she had quite effectively proved herself the superior in their contest. He couldn’t answer back or deny them, deny what she had done to him, the evidence was all over - From the tears staining his cheeks to the puddles of cum dripping from her overflowing pussy. He had lost, he had been outwrestled in the most convincing, dominating, and humiliating manner possible. He’d done everything he could to handle her, and he hadn’t had a chance, and now, it was over.

“P-please,” he whimpered, head between his hands, “Please, Mistress Rarity, be gentle with me.”

“Mistress?” She asked, sounding shocked, “Well, I wouldn’t know about THAT. Did you forget the rules so soon? I reminded you before you passed out. If you aren’t done cumming when you pass out, then it’s not over. And you, my dear sweet little smooth-fleshed seedshooter, did not finish cumming. Once again, as you did in my hooves, your body went limp long before your cock did. I’m beginning to suspect you enjoy what I’m doing to you, considering how insistently you keep dragging out your torment.”

He shook his head. Even if her rules were set, he didn’t want to continue this, she had destroyed him so thoroughly so far, how could he keep up the battle? His body ached, and his cock stiffened painfully, the sensations seeming to triple all over him at the thought of the fight continuing.

“And if you are thinking of submitting, human, just know. I won’t be as gentle on you as a slave as I have been as an opponent.”

That settled the issue of resisting. He may not have had much of a chance at defeating her now, he recognized her skill and power, but she had been so cruel to him throughout their contest that he didn’t dare to risk it. If this was gentle, he couldn’t imagine what her idea of cruel would be, and she would no doubt be a cruel mistress. As long as there was even the slightest cahnce that he could avoid the fate of becoming the unicorn’s slave, he had to take it.

As if acting entirely without his will or consent, he felt his arms and legs shoot into motion so he could crawl away from her as fast he could. He ran to the opposite corner of the ring, resting with his back to the turnbuckle, having rushed there so fast that he could barely remember how it happened.

His chest rose and fell as he looked across the ring, at the elegant and yet powerful woman who had so effectively controlled him throughout their entire contest. She looked beautiful, even harmless, standing there and looking back at him with her gorgeous blue eyes, her curled mane twisting in a corkscrew over her shoulder. Despite everything, she looked so beautiful, so composed and completely in control.

Then again, he supposed it was easy to keep one’s grace and beauty when there had barely been any involved. He had been the one sweating and struggling, after all, this had been so easy for her.

“Well, human?” She asked, her crystal-clear voice teasingly high as she spoke, “Are you going to try to fight me? It’s only fair I let you make the first move.”

In a way it was, he needed every advantage he could get, but what act would allow him to stand up to her? Nothing he had tried so far had even come close to working. Offering him the chance to act first, to choose the way the latest round of their contest would start, was less an offer of a competitive advantage and more an offer to a condemned man that he be permitted to choose the method of his own execution. He felt like he had as much chance against her as a criminal against a noose.

She waited, staring almost kindly at him, as if she hadn’t just spend the last however long it had been slaughtering him in physical and sexual combat. She was telling the truth about waiting for him to make the first move, and his efforts to wrack his brain for an attack that would give him a chance in their bout had come up empty. There was no point in delaying the contest any longer, he had to act, even if all it accomplished was hurrying his defeat. Carefully, cautiously, he stepped forward with his hands raised, the universal sign of a wrestler preparing for combat. She responded by rising to her hind legs, taking the position of a combatant as well, and while she wasn’t even close to his height like this, she was at least taller, and looked far more like a wrestler.

She also looked far less steady, which meant he might be able to take her down if he acted now. Rather than stepping slowly toward her, he charged, with his head lowered and arms out, to try to wrap them around his opponent and bowl her to the ground. He didn’t know what he could do there, she was strong and a skilled wrestler, taking the fight to the ground was far from a gauranteed victory, but it was a start. Hell, maybe he could just throw hands at her face until she was knocked out, it might not win him the match (at least by the official rules about orgasms) but it would have her incapacitated for long enough that he might be able to run away. He could figure out what would happen when he had her down once she was down, for now, he just did his best to slam into her, wrap her up, and drive her to the ground.

It worked. Partially. The part about him getting his arms around her worked a charm, as their bodies smashed together and he felt the press of her muscle against his. The problem was that she didn’t go down. In fact, the opposite happened. He went up. Far from driving his opponent to be crushed to the mat, she easily countered with the simplest and most powerful counter to a charge that there was, by wrapping her arms around him in return, and lifting his body into the air, preparing to crush him in an overwhelming bearhug.

He felt her arms slowly start to push in on his sides, pressing against his body, a slow ramping up like a hydraulic press. It was an intimidating feel, and soon, an agonizing one. Against any other person, this would have already been a destructive crush that would have been a match-ending show of maximum force. Against her, he knew that it was simply the beginning of the destruction, not the end. Even as he felt his ribs begin to press into his flesh, he knew that, for all its pain, this was still merely the calm before the storm.

Soon enough, the storm came, and she began a vicious squeeze in on his body. In an instant, his already badly damaged ribs went from bending to snapped and shattered, and he gave an agonized scream as the iron cords of her muscle dug into his flesh and destroyed his bone. She was pulping his body even worse than he already had, her mighty forelimbs becoming quick, sadistic compressors that spared not an inch of him from their might. He writhed in her arms, shaking and trying to find some trick that might force her to loosen even a little, but no such mercy came. The more he twisted, the worse the agony got, until his lungs could scarcely expand and he was afraid that if they did they might hit fragmented bone and be pierced. Not that that was a risk he was unwilling to take, the agony of being dominated, unable to breathe, unable to act, in her forearms eroded any other thought.

“Poor dear,” Rarity murmurred as his body fell against her, trying to escape but going limp in the face of her might, “It looks like you just can’t... Keep up, can you?” She laughed her beautiful laugh, so elegant even as she ruined him so brutally and sadistically, “I’d say it’s to be expected for a human challenging a mare to a match, but the truth is, your performance is pitiful even by your species’ pathetic standards. You’re in over your head, little human, and far beyond your stamina. You can’t stand up to me. But here, I am the element of Generosity, after all, please... Let me offer you a little support!”

As she concluded her taunt, she began to charge forward, as fast as he had, right back the direction he had come. He wondered for a brief moment what she had meant by support, but she soon provided the answer to him in the most horrific possible way. She drove his already bruised and battered back viciously into the corner, his head rocking back and smashing into the corner post from the sheer force. With the might the mare could muster, it was like his back being crushed from behind by a tanker truck, and as the electric sparks of agony danced through his body, the thought flashed through his mind that ther corners must have been made of some truly impressive material, if they were capable of absorbing the full impact that had been used against him without giving way.

He did find out what she meant by support, though, as she took a tiny step back, and released him. With his arms above the ropes, he found himself resting in the corner, stuck in a standing position whether he wanted to be or not, and too exhausted to try to disentangle himself. He could only watch in fear as she took a small step back, and lowered herself back to all fours. An opponent being smaller could usually give you some sort of boost, even if only false and purely psychological, but he only felt a cold chill run down his spine as he followed her gaze, and saw that she was staring directly at his helpless shaft.

She stepped forward, and wrapped her powerful lips around his cock, drawing it completely into her mouth, and rolling her long tongue out to press against his balls. Slowly, she drew her head back, licking up his cock as she did, her powerful tongue flattening his shaft to his midsection. For all the horrors that had happened, his cock couldn’t help responding to her attention. Some of that came, of course, from the excitement of the moment, and thoughts of all the images of her as a submissive little slut that he’d seen, but most of it came from the fact that she was so goddamn good. It made him want to just lie back and let her, to let her suck cock and submit his shaft to equine ecstasy.

He heard her fully withdraw from his cock with a low ‘pop’ sound, and his shaft bobbed slightly in front of her. Then, like a predatory snake swallowing its prey, she brought it instantly and completely into her mouth, deep-throating him in a single go, and massaging his shaft with her tongue. Then, she began to bob.

He felt his knees quake, and his balls draw up, preparing an orgasm. As awesome as she had been throughout the fight, it was still incredible how fast she could bring an unwilling man to orgasm. Even the thought of the agony she had put him through so far, the choking and crushing and broken bones, was easily swept away in the face of the pleasure that her mouth provided. He couldn’t stand against something like that. Only at that last moment did he find some way to even move his leg, drawing strength from the thought of what he would suffer as her slave. He had to escape, and now, he knew he had only seconds to do it. As she withdrew her head he raised his knee, and drove it into her throat, knowing it was his one chance.

He got exactly what he wanted. The blow took her by surprise, and he felt her cough, spitting saliva on his shaft as she stumbled back. She stumbled away, leaving behind his cock, now achingly stiff, wonderfully full, and soaked from saliva and pre-cum She was reeling, and he was free from the pleasurable execution chamber that was her mouth. He wasn’t going to get a better chance to strike back at her than this. He rushed her, with all the fury that he had before, only for his assault to end the same way when she reached out, wrapped her forelegs around his body, and lifted him up into the air again.

“Want to get back on this ride?” She taunted, and he desperately shook his head, as if that was going to make a difference in what she did. He felt her pulse her foreleg muscles powerfully, teasing him with the torment he knew she could inflict on him, and making great jolts of pure pain spark through his body. He arched his back in response to the crush, an instinctive reaction to the pain pouring through him that only drove her to continue, squeezing and reminding him of just where he had found himself.

Then she stopped, and for a moment, he could feel the erotic sensation of her hot breath against his chest, and it was almost pleasant. Then she looked up, and her beautiful eyes met his.

“Ah, well, I’m sorry to tell you,” she continued, as if the past several seconds of torture hadn’t happened, “That there’s a strict limit of one ride per customer, for safety reasons. Fear not, I’ll have you know that the alternative can be just as stunning of an experience!”

With that, she lifted higher, twisted her hips to the side, and drove him down powerfully, slamming his back to the hard mat once more. He’d never realized how hard the mat could be before now, he knew it was no trampoline, but it felt barely a step above concrete. If she didn’t break any more of his bones in that assault, it would be a miracle. The impact certainly sent some of the shards of bone from his busted ribs digging into his flesh.

She didn’t give him a chance to defend himself, not that he would have been able to anyway. She didn’t release her arms from his body, instead she leaned in, pinning him harder under her body, and preventing him from even considering moving.

Then, with his body well and truly trapped beneath her, she swung her hips over, until she was in a position to ride him. Only then did she stop clutching him, and only to move her forelegs up to press onto his shoulders, keep him beneath her with her might, while her pussy pressed against his shaft. Like triggered memories of a war vet, the thought of what that mighty pussy could do to him flashed unbidden through his mind. He cried out in fear as he felt that pussy against him, it had completely destroyed him, before, pumping him until he passed out last time he was in it. He couldn’t risk that again, and he knew that if he found himself deep in that pussy, he would. Especially if he ended up inside her in this state, already so close after her brief blowjob, she would destroy him.

She didn’t respond to his shocked look on his face, or the helpless cry. Instead, she simply leaned more against him, pressing her weight to his shoulders, and began to slowly drag her hips along his cock, teasing him with the knowledge of what a vicious weapon it was pressed against.

“Helpless little human,” she murmurred, finally acknowledging his suffering, “Are you scared? You should be honored to be so close to a mare’s pussy, something so much greater than your whole being. Honor it with your cum~”

She increased her speed, pushing his cock further to the brink of orgasmic destruction. He wanted to hold back, he NEEDED to hold back, but how could he hold back with something so destructive, so glorious pressed up against him? He began to writhe and twist, trying to alleviate the pressure, and she responded by simply spreading her legs and pressing down further on him, taking his cock all the way into her.

“If you wanted inside so badly, you only needed to ask,” she laughed, “I intend to enjoy your destruction~”

He felt her rise to the tip, and then drop down, and then rise again. The sheer pleasure and destructive sensation of that nearly sent him blasting over the edge of orgasm like his cock hoped to launch her off him with his cum. He had to fight to hold back, and when she did it again, he felt the telltale twinges of a shaft about to orgasm. He knew if he didn’t escape right now, this third pump would be the end of him.

She raised herself up, and at the very tip, he did the only thing he could hope to. His arms shot out, and with every bit of agonized force he could, he bucked up and tried to toss her off of him, send her to the ground.

To his shock, it worked, and she was sent sprawling back onto all fours once more, while he scrambled to his feet, still clutching his aching chest, and looking down at and over her beautiful back.

For one single moment, a rare one since the match began, he felt like he was in control. In control of himself, his cock, his opponent, the contest. It wasn’t a feeling that would last. Her legs bucked out, and her hooves caught him directly in the stomach, right under the shattered ribs. He felt the feeble muscles, already wounded and battered from her destruction of his body all night, give way in the face of her assault, and the air escaped his lungs.

His hands instinctively fell to his chest, and just the act of grabbing onto his belly hurt, as he pressed his arms against the bruised muscle and fragmented bone. With his oxygen gone, a sensation that had become all too familiar over the course of this match, the human fell helplessly to his knees, face turning as purple as his opponent’s mane, as she turned around, eye to eye with him once more.

“Little helpless human,” she taunted him, “Did you assume that simply because I’m a mare with a sense of fashion and propriety that I wouldn’t be capable of bucking? A fashion amre is still a mare, you know. Even you should have know not to stand behind a horse. ESPECIALLY at this point, we all saw how it went for you last time~” She laughed, and stepped forward, dragging her tongue slowly up his chest.

Then she extended her hooves, slipped down to her belly, and wrapped her lips around his cock once more. It was a sensation he had felt all too many times in their contest, and what little air he had managed to regain escaped his lips with a helpless whimper. It was so good, too good, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance against it. Her broad tongue encircled his shaft, trapping it, and slowly rolled up and down his manhood in an awesome, undulating wave. He bit his lip to keep from gasping or crying out, losing more air to her in the most humiliating way possible, but this was only a delaying tactic.

Delaying, of course, was what he needed. Delaying his orgasm for as long as possible. It seemed practically inconceivable at this point that he would win, not in the face of such superior sexuality, but he had to try. He didn’t want to think about the consequences of giving her free reign over his shaft, of what she would do to him if he were to become her slave. Her tongue dancing and massaging his cock was an incredible feeling, and it took all he had not to just give up and give in to it, submit himself to her.

If he continued to wait here, it would happen whether he wanted it to or not. His orgasm was nearing, he could feel it, and his only hope would be to escape in the next few seconds.

He tried to pull his hips back, but when he did, she used her awesome core muscles to lift herself up, and he felt her thighs clasp around his head and neck. Now, there was nowhere to go. His orgasm was building, and as desperate as he was to fight it, there was no fighting back when a mare decided she would suck you dry. He was helpless, and all he could do was try to hold out for a few more seconds of defiance.

He felt a warmth against his abdominal muscles, and saw a glow in front of him, a glowing cloud which gradually formed into words.

“Stop trying to hold out, little human, making me put effort into this is an embarrassment to us both.”

He wanted to answer, of course, but he couldn’t... Her thighs were locked around his neck, making sure he couldn’t draw back any of the air he had lost, and even if they weren’t, he needed all the focus he had to try to fight his orgasm.

Then, she picked up the pace, her mouth becoming a warm, wet, swirling whirlpool of pleasure. All thought of resisting or defying her vanished, sucked away by her mouth and tongue, and he came. The seed began to poor from his shaft in a single, unending flow down her throat, and his body twitched and twisted for her, as it submitted to her demands, giving her all the cum she could want. He was shocked he was even capable of seeding her mouth at this point, but he realized that was foolish, he had never been capable of resisting an orgasm, not in here, and he was flooding her with thick, milky cream like a river into a cave. Or rather, considering the way the seed rolled from her lips and down his thighs and balls, perhaps a waterfall was a more appropriate metaphor.

His hips shook, his balls clutched and bounced, his shaft swelled and spurted in her throat. His orgasm felt like it would never end. Whimpering, he began to hope, pray even, that his orgasm would finish in her throat, that she would be done sucking his cock and he could just stop cumming. Then, to his horror, his prayers were answered, and his spurts began to slow.

Remembering her rule, that if his orgasm continued until after he passed out, he flexed and pumped his cock, trying to extend it for a little while longer, but his efforts were for naught. He only bought himself a few more seconds before his shaft finished seeding the unicorn’s mouth, and sealed his fate.

The glowing words twisted and changed themselves in front of his eyes, resolving themselves to say “And now, human, you become my slave.”

Then, her thighs latched tighter around his neck. He had thought she was destructive before, strangling and squeezing his throat in this headscissors, but now it felt that what she had been doing up to now was just relaxing. As her steel muscles tightened and flexed against his throat, his whole world succumbed to an overwhelming pressure. He had been without breath for so long he was starting to forget what oxygen-filled lungs even felt like, and after a mere few seconds, he was shaking and seeing black spots in front of his eyes. A few seconds more, and his whole world was going dark. He focused all his strength, everything he had, on remaining conscious, he had to remain conscious, he couldn’t become her slave, not when she had proven herself so merciless.

But in the end, all his efforts were meaningless. She had controlled every second of this so-called contest. The beginning, the middle, and now, ultimately, the breathless, blackening end. Light-headed and shaking in fear and a little excitement, he passed out, losing his consciousness and his freedom in one horrific, humiliating, arousing second.