Ugh … ooh … where am I? Oh, where are my manners? Hello, darlings. It’s me, Ponyville’s top fashionista and dress designer, Rarity. I … am in some … bizarre rocky field, and I’m not sure why. Have I been sleepwalking?

Ugh, the fog all over this place is giving me the absolute creeps. Where did it even come from? Where am I?

Oh, ugh. I put a hand on my head, wondering how I got here while I feel a slight headache.

I hear a sharp sound like a whistle. I turn and look around, feeling uneasy. There’s a shadow of a man appearing in the fog, and he’s coming towards me.

"Why, hello, Rarity!" I hear a familiar arrogant voice.

"Discord?" I ask as his shape coming into view, the fog clearing around him until he in full, clear view, and only him, I should add.

"That's right, it's me!" Discord exclaims.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Oh, nothing important." Discord grabs me by the chin forcing me to look straight at his eyes as they suddenly turn into hypnotic spirals of different colors. "It's what you're going to do here that's important."

"What... I'm going to do?" I ask in a daze as my thoughts begin to slow down. The colors... they're so pretty. I know he's up to something, but they're just so vibrant and wonderful to look at... I have to keep looking at them.. “

"Oh, yes. You see, Rarity, you've been out of practice for a long time on a certain subject."

Certain subject? What does that mean?

Discord waved his hand, and I was forced down to my knees, the hypnosis forcing my eyes to stay wide open. All I could see before me was Discord's lower half..

Stiltedly, against what little of my own free will I still have left, my hands shoot upwards, grabbing the zipper of his pants and slowly unzipping.

Oh, I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care what Discord says, this is not appropriate behavior for a proper lady! But I can’t stop myself…

"Do what any proper lady would do." Discord says, his smirk growing."Suck."

Feeling compelled to obey his command, I comply, opening my mouth and leaning forward onto his equipment. With my eyes still in a hypnotic daze, I begin to suck.

"That's it." Discord says. "Just keep doing that. You'll get the hang of it. You see, Rarity, you haven't had proper sex in some time, and I'm afraid it's been causing you a problem."

Problem? What problem? I continue to suck, feeling his member throb as I run my lips over it.

"I can see from the look on your face you’re wondering what I’m talking about. Why, the problem of your addiction, of course.

What on Equestria is he talking about?

Without warning, his member then shoots forward into my mouth, going deeper than I had previously let it. It throbbed for a brief second before suddenly shooting its delicious spunk down my throat, and I quickly lost my sense of self. All I cared about was sucking… sucking Discord’s... perfect member, enjoying every inch and craving every bit and drop of seed I can get~

"Your addiction to spunk!' Discord helpfully answered me. "You've been neglecting it for some time, always telling yourself you don't need it. But you do. You've been looking for a man to settle down with for so long, you've forgotten that you're a lady with certain sexual needs."

I can’t understand what he’s saying at all. I can’t pay attention.... All I can focus on is his throbbing member pumping out delicious spooge to fill me up… I should stop acting like I don’t need this. I am a grown woman, after all … I have sexual needs and desires just like everyone else ...
After what felt like an hour, his member finally stopped flooding my mouth with seed and the air around me with pure musk. I pulled away, blinking as my mind became more clear without Discord hypnotizing me or his seed filling my mouth.

Having a brief moment of clearheadedness, I lift my head up and glare at Discord with extreme fury burning in my eyes.

"What is wrong with you, today, Discord? What is the big idea here?"

"The idea is for you to practice!" Discord says looking down at me, and my eyes are suddenly caught in his hypnotic spirals once again. "To practice sucking here before you go out into the world and find yourself a stallion or two." With my eyes swirling hypnotically and my mouth hanging open and drooling like a dunce, Discord gently pushes his member back inside. "After all, you are a proper lady, and a proper lady knows how to suck for seed."

I stare at his eyes again, and looking at them makes me feel so... peaceful. I don't even mind his monstrous member throbbing my mouth In fact… I really enjoy it.

"Look into my eyes, Rarity." Discord commands, and I do as he says. "What do you see?" He continues, smiling straight at me.
What do I see? I stare into his eyes, and soon a vision starts to form within the swirls of his hypnosis. In the vision, I see... myself. I'm wearing something skimpy and colored white to go with my complexion, of course, and I'm lying down on the beach, sunbathing. She thinking or talking, doesn’t tell that well.

From no discernible a source, A blonde, chiseled hunk with muscles that could crush tin cans walks forward behind me.

The me I'm seeing lifts her head up and smiles, knowing the man is behind her without even having to look. The vision of me raises her body up and lifts her arms out for the man to take. The man takes my wrists and begins to shove himself into my ... oh, goodness, this is terribly inappropriate, yet, I can’t look away... he... shoves his equipment into my-vision self’s soft booty, going deep inside my vision-self. She smiles and turn to look at him, and he smiles back.

He continues to thrust inside the other me, pumping in and out until he orgasms. I close my eyes, overwhelmed with his release. I fall down onto my stomach, his member still pumping liquid into my soft, vulnerable bottom. I - other me looks so happy... happy to be on the sand. Happy to have this handsome man orgasm inside me. "Look at yourself. Don't you look happy?" Discord asks.

"Yes ..." I drone. "I look happy."

"So happy." Discord said. "You look so happy, don't you? Wouldn't you like to be happy like that? Like the woman you see?"

"Yes ..." I answer. "I want to be happy like that..."

"You need practice." Discord tells me with a low growl. "That's why your relationships with Blueblood and Trenderhoof didn't go anywhere. Not because of their personality flaws, but because you couldn't suck. You couldn't make them happy, like you're making me right now."

His member pulsed before shooting another hot load of thick spunk down my throat, Discord letting out a moan shortly afterwards. Oh, mmm! It’s … it’s so good … maybe he’s right. Maybe my relationships with Blueblood and Trenderhoof didn't go anywhere not because of any personal failings, but because I didn't know how to suck... because I didn't know how to make them... happy.

"Discord ... you ...you ... magnificent beast." I groan out, wanting to be angry with him, but unable to resist the addictive taste of his spooge.
Discord chuckled. "I take you like it, then?"

"It's... delicious."

"A proper lady sucks. A proper lady swallows. A proper lady loves spunk. It satisfies you sexually to swallow."

He's so right. His spooge is delicious. I love to suck. I love to swallow spunk. It tastes so good!

"Do you love spunk, Rarity? Of course you do. You are a proper lady, after all, and a proper lady loves to suck."

Yes, yes, he's right! I am a proper lady, and I do love to suck!

"In fact, whenever anyone tells you, "Rarity, be a proper lady," or a variant thereof, you'll be overwhelmed by an irresistible urge to suck them until they've orgasmed and poured spunk down your throat, and you won't be satisfied until you get their hot load into your belly. You love to suck. You love to swallow. And you'll do anything to have more."

I nod, blindly accepting what he was telling me without the will - or the brainpower - to question it. All I wanted was to suck... to lavish my affections onto some hunk of a man and be rewarded for being a proper lady.

I blink my eyes for a brief second, and when I open them, I'm lying on my bed in my house. Was I having a dream? Yes... that must be it. But what was it about? There was... a man... oh, his features are so blurry... I can't remember what he looked like or who he was.

But I do remember his throbbing member, heh-heh! Tasted so good~

"Ugh..." I say, trying to get back to sleep. I grumble, rubbing my lips together as I toss and turn. I can’t sleep, I have this... empty feeling inside of me. Like a hole in my body. A hole which needed to be filled.

As the morning sunlight rises and shines through my window, I sit up, recognizing that I couldn't deny it anymore.

I needed some hot seedy ooze in my stomach.

Getting up, I toss my legs over the side of the bed. Changing from my sleeping clothes to my usual white dress, I wandered through my house, I make my way to the stairs and go outside. The sunlight is bright today, and it irritates my sleep-deprived eyes.

"Ugh." I raise an arm to shield myself from the harsh rays.

"Hello, Rarity."

I turn towards the voice to my left to see Discord resting against the front wall of my house. I cross my arms, "Hello, Discord. What do you want?"

"Oh, I don't want anything." Discord said, a smile on his smug face. "But I have a good feeling that there's something you want. Something ... difficult to acquire."

I smirk back from him. How did he know? I should have been suspicious. I should have accused him of something. But there's just... something preventing me. Like someone's gone and put in a "Do Not Access" card in a certain portion of my mind. I dare say, a hex.

"Discord, I ... I ... I ..." I stammer like a broken record.

Discord smiles, amused. "You?"

Unable to formulate a coherent accusation against him, I decide to take his offer of help. Best to make use the advantages that are offered to you, isn't it, darling?

"I accept your help." I admit, bringing my hand over my eyes as I know I'm going to regret this. But I needed something to fill this empty hole in my stomach. Preferably something... you know.

Oh ... he wasn't going to have me ... perform on him, was he?

"Excellent." Discord claps his fingers. "Meet me at Sweet Apple Acres." He jumps into the air and snaps his fingers, disappearing in a blinding flash.

"Sweet Apple Acres?" I wonder aloud. What could he want from me there?

Despite my confusion and uncertainty, I went to Sweet Apple Acres. At the gates, I saw Discord, and he waved me over before slinking away and disappearing into the bushes.

I follow him, going in that direction. I arrive at a group of bushes and overgrowth, branches and leaves growing all over the place. It's quite dark in here. One could get up to some naughty business and not be seen... which is probably why Discord brought me here.

I hear a snip of something being clipped. I look inside and see Big Macintosh, trimming down the bushes with a pair of hedge clippers. He looks quite attractive, dressed up in a flannel shirt and a pair of working pants, with safety goggles over his eyes. There's just something about the get-up that emphasize his physique.

"There you go." Discord says, appearing besides me and startling me to where I jump backwards. "Big Macintosh, right there for you."

"Discord!" I exclaim, placing a hand over my chest to still my pounding heart. "Don't scare me like that!" I take in a few heavy breaths as I try to calm down. I look over to Big Macintosh, and it takes me a moment to connect the dots between I want and what Discord meant.

"Big Macintosh!" I exclaimed. "You don't mean ... you - you can't seriously expect me to - he's Applejack's brother! I can't-"

"Oh, but you can!" Discord tells me, thwacking my nose with his finger. "Anything for it, remember?"

I ... I don't know what he's talking about, but it does sound familiar. Yes ... yes, I want it.

"You'll be fine." Discord tells me. "Just go with it!" He backs away and disappears into the foliage, the bushes rustling behind as he left.

I shake my head and sigh. Well, there's nothing left to do but go for it, I suppose.

I step out of the bushes and move towards. "Big Macintosh?"

Big Macintosh stops what he's doing and turns towards me. He lifts the goggles up onto his forehead. "Oh, hey, Rarity. What are you doing here?"

I say nothing. I walk towards, stepping with a demureness to my pace, my hands behind my back. Standing in front of him, I get down on my knees, silently hoping a view straight down my cleavage will be enough to entice him.

"T-t-take me ..." I stutter. "P-please."

Big Macintosh looks at me, confused. He looks around, trying to see if there's a hidden camera and he's the victim of a prank. "Rarity, what's all this about?"

"It's about love." I answer, reaching a hand towards his zipper. "Specifically, making love, between one sculpted adult and one voluptuous woman."

Big Macintosh chuckles and pulls away from me. "C-come on, Rarity. Knock it off. This isn't funny."

"It's not supposed to be funny." I tell him, grabbing him by the thighs.

A hand reaches out from the bushes and grabs Big Macintosh's head, swiveling towards him. "Oh come now, Big Macintosh, give the lady what she wants."

Discord pops his head out, his eyes swirling with colors. He guides Big Macintosh's eyes to his, causing Big Mac's eyes to mimic his, being overcome with swirling colors.

"Just let her have this." Discord said. "After all, haven't you heard it's rude to tell a lady no? Especially when she offers herself to you so willingly ..."

Big Macintosh nods.

"Now, I'm going to leave here a moment to give you some private time." Discord says. "But you will let her give her some tender loving, won't you?" Big Macintosh nods again. "Good. Oh, and one more thing... after you orgasm, it would be a lot less complicated for all of us if you would just forget this ever happened, okay?"

Discord slips off into the bushes, disappearing in the shadows again.

Oh, I hope he's not sitting there and watching.

But with Big Macintosh standing there as a hypnotized doll, free for me to do what I will with, I unzip and pull down his pants, exposing his equipment.

"Ooh ..." I moan, taken in by how thick it is. I cup it and slowly take it into my mouth, sucking and trying to get it aroused. It doesn't take long before its expanding mass is inching its way into the back of my mouth.

"Mmm ..." With something lustful and uncontrollable raging inside me, I continue to suck, and suck hard, trying to get him to orgasm for me. Yes, for me. That's what I said.

Oh, I can already feel it throbbing ... his veins pulsing against my cheeks. I feel it twitch and spasm before it finally releases its climax, sending a thick load down into my throat.

It's... so tasty. It awakens the secret yearning inside me, making me realize how much I love to swallow hot, thick loads. Why did I ever hesitate to agree to this? It's wonderful... it's pleasantly hot and thick... and it barely requires any effort from me at all. I barely need to have a thought.
After all, who wouldn't want to orgasm into a voluptuous body like mine?

His releases begin to slow, and once I've had all he's got to offer, I pull away, a bit of drool dribbling from my lip. I pull up his pants and zip them for him. I stand up, catching a glimpse of his dazed and hypnotized face, his head having already forgotten what transpired here. But his member hasn't. I can see it bulging in his pants, throbbing in my general direction, as eager to be in my mouth again as I am to have it there...

But no. I've had enough for now, and who knows how much it's taken out of Big Macintosh. He has chores to do.

I cup his cheek and smile at him, brushing my fingers through his blonde locks. I turn and leave, despite the temptation to bring him home
with me. Behind me, as I slip into the forest, I could hear him gasp and express confusion about what just happened before I hear the reassuring sound of his hedge clippers trimming the bushes.

Ugh.

I've since gone to Sugarcube Corner for a cup of coffee after what I did with Big Macintosh. It's only been an hour at most, and I'm already... lusty again. How I am going to function like this, when I want to have sex almost every hour?

Maybe I should take up meditation.

Or contemplate if they've perfected human neutering yet.

I hear the door to the store ring as another customer comes in. Ordinarily, I wouldn't pay attention to it, but there's something telling me to pay attention to this one. Almost as if I have a second sense about this one and I being destined to meet each other.

He's tall, and lanky. He has a narrow face. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was the forgotten handsome triplet of the Flim Flam brothers.

I try to play it cool, not giving him another second of my attention. But he's made a straight course for him, sitting at the table on the other side of me.

"Mind if I sit here?" He asks.

"Not at all." I tell him. I take a sip of my coffee. "I had a feeling you wanted to see me. What can I do for you, sir?"

The man smiles. He reaches into his suit and pulls out a business card. "My name's Crescendo. I operate a theater in Manehatten."

He hands me the card. "A theater? Like ... with plays and everything?"

He nods. "I'm been trying to scout out some new talent. We're in need of a new female lead. I've heard you might have some talent in that"

I place the card down on the table and chuckled. "Well ... I have been known to ham it up every once in awhile."

Crescendo smiles at me. "Can I take that as a yes?"

I lift the card up and twirl around in my fingers. "You can. What time do you want me to be there?"

"How's 2:00 tomorrow sound?" Crescendo says, getting up from his chair. "Oh, and, uh, probably best not to tell your friends about this until after negotiations. We wouldn't want them to get excited over nothing, would we?"

"No ... though I think they would like the excuse to visit Manehatten."

Cresecendo winks at me, making an affirmative gesture with his hand before leaving.

I smile and turn back to the business card, making note of the address. Looks like I've got somewhere to be tomorrow...

"Hey, Rarity." Pinkie Pie steps up to the side of me. "What'cha got there?"

"This?" I ask, holding the card up. "Oh, it's nothing..." Turning to the side to make sure she can't see me doing it, I slip the card down between my breasts to hide it.

The next day, I arrive at Manehatten, with my friends none the wiser like Crescendo recommended. Consulting the card, I don't have any trouble finding the theater at the given address.

"Huh." I say. looking up at its rather obnoxious sign with neon pink letters. It's a tall building, more or less a big brownish-red cube, more than big enough to house a theater.

I make my way inside. I pass the stage, where I see dozens of seats available and a great, bright red curtain hoisted over the wooden stage. I wander around the area.

"Excuse me, miss?" I'm greeted by a rather hunky man. I assume he's a stagehand of some description. My, he's muscular ... "Are you lost?"

"Hmm? Oh, I suppose I am. I'm looking for Crescendo?" I hold up the card. "He was interested in perhaps hiring me for his female lead."

"Ah, right. He told me he was expecting you. Come, this way. I will take you to his office."

What a strapping fellow! It's so nice of him to offer to help a stranger like me out ... and it gives me a good chance to admire his biceps a little more, tee-hee.

He leads me to the office. "Here." He says, and just like that he leaves me.

I put my hand on the doorknob, reading the words printed on the door. "Office of Pitch and Crescendo." I knock on the door and open it, making my way inside despite my manners.

"Hello?" I greet them. I see Crescendo and who I assume to be Pitch conferring at the desk. Pitch continues the Flim Flam resemblance. If
Crescendo is the forgotten triplet, Pitch is the forgotten quintuplet.

"It's me, Rarity." I say, closing the door behind me.

"Ah, Rarity!" Crescendo says, perking up when he recognizes me. "Come in, come in. I'm sure you've figured out by now this is my brother Pitch."

"Hello." Pitch waves.

"We were just talking about you." Crescendo tells me. "My brother Pitch is eager to have you work with us. As am I, I assure you, but certain ... things must be done before we hire you, something Pitch seems to forget."

Pitch smiles and shrugs with a faux-innocent smile.

"Things?" I ask. "What kind of things?"

"The audition, for one." Crescendo gets up from his desk. "We have to make sure you have the acting chops to be a part of our prestigious company."

Pitch makes his way over to me. He leans against the wall and whispers into my ear.

"And don't tell anyone, but our theater is kinda of... not doing so great." Pitch says. "We need someone with some serious star power to start bringing audiences back in. So, are you in?"

I turn to him, feeling almost a compulsion in the back of my head to agree. "I'm in."

"Great." Crescendo claps his hands together. "Let the audition begin."

Crescendo and Pitch lead me out of their office and to the dressing area. There, we dress up in formal attire.

"The next play on our schedule is Broad on The Fairway." Crescendo explains to me from across the room while I put on a fancy purple gala dress . "We need a female lead who can play someone who is both classy, yet clearly from the country."

"Well, you couldn't have found a better fit than me." I boast. I am Rarity. I am pure class. Yet, I am also from Ponyville, and I take care not to forget that.

Once we're all dressed up, we go out and meet in another room. Pitch is particularly approving of the way I look, letting out a whistle.

"Thank you, thank you, darlings." I play it up, doing a curtsy to him.

Crescendo levies his gaze at Pitch, who turns silent. "Now, Rarity ..." Crescendo says, pacing across the room. "I know I seemed nice in Ponyville, but I assure you, when it comes to running my company and my troupe, I am very, very strict. If you are going to play the lead, you must have finesse..."

I brush my hand along one of my locks to show him I have finesse.

"Grace ..."

I strike a pose, spreading my arms and standing one leg.

"Poise ..."

I cross my arms and turn my nose up.

"Flirtatiousness ..."

I flutter my eyes.

"Yes." Pitch said. "Everything you need to be a proper lady."

My eyes widen. "A ... proper lady? Did you say ... a proper lady?"

"Yes." Pitch answered. "A proper lady. Show me you can be a proper lady, Rarity."

"Yes ..." I drone, falling into a daze, my eyes turning glassy. "A ... proper lady."

I walk up to Pitch. He and Crescendo regard me with curiosity. I get down on my knees and begin to undo his pants, feeling the irresistible urge to suck budding on my tongue. I successfully undo his pants, pulling his trousers down and revealing his member. He and Crescendo regard me with continued surprise, but neither of them do anything about it.

Salivating, I wrap my lips around his member. I begin to suck, nursing, my lips traveling up and down his length. Without any resistance, his member grows erect, thickening inside my mouth. The feeling of his flesh turning thick against my tongue drives me wild, and I shove my mouth down on him, sucking him for dear life, as if my next breath depended on it.

Needless to say, with that kind of lust driving me, I had no trouble making him orgasm. His member shot a nice, hot, thick load straight down
my throat, and it knocked me out of my senses. All I could do was lie there on my knees and moan loudly as his delicious spooge filled up my stomach. I didn't even have enough senses to continue or resume sucking.

After emptying into me, Pitch moved away. I just sat there, sticking out my tongue like a ditz, my eyes still glassy and my mind still crashed.

Pitch and Crescendo looked at each other with devious smiles on their faces.

"Pitch ... I do believe we have just found our new actress." Crescendo said. He and Pitch grab me by the shoulder and pull me up. "Here, Rarity... why don't we discuss the terms of your contract?" They guide me back to their office.

"Okay ..." I answer, my head still reeling from the taste of Pitch's spooge. It's so good... it's all so good... oh, I wish I taken this up sooner!

So... rehearsal proved... interesting, as did the terms of my contract. Apparently, if I'm unsatisfied with the monetary amount they're paying me (which, why would I be? Their success is depending on me, so of course they're paying me plenty) they can make it up for with... sex.
Which I don't remember agreeing to, but they assured me that I did at the time. They also assured me it was an option, not a necessity.

Anyways, it's the night of the play. The big night. Everything is riding on how I do here tonight.

I pull back the curtain, peaking at the audience. Pitch wasn't exaggerating. Less than half the seats were full, and it didn't seem like there was any big hurry to fill them up.

"What are you doing?" The stage manager says to me. "It's almost time to start! Get into place!"

I nod. Lifting my skirt up, I ran across the stage to the position I'm supposed to be in when the curtain goes up.

I'm dressed in quite a fanciful outfit. A bluish black dress with a wide skirt, a built-in corset, and white fluff around the end of the sleeves and the collar. I'm also armed with a... conspicuously large hand fan.

The lights dim. The curtain goes up. A spotlight is shined onto the stage and veers to the right, where Pitch and Crescendo walk in, dressed in dapper tuxes with canes. They walked to the middle of the stage, and, in sync, tap their canes to the floor.

"I say." Crescendo says. "I say, we are but two humble investors trying to find our way."

"We are but two investors trying to find our waaaaay." Pitch sings.

"And what is this, we've stumbled upon?" Crescendo. "Some two-bit town, ripe for the taking on. Why, we could build something here! Development! Renewal! Yes, it is ripe for capital-p Progress!"

I make my way over to them. "Pardon me, sirs, but I really must proteeeest!"

Crescendo looks at me. "And who are you, ma'am, to speak to us while wearing such a fine dress?"

"I'm just a humble little girl from a humble little town." I answer, fanning my face. "And if you sirs were to take a look around, you'd find my home and so many wonderful things to be found... in my humble little town. You see, we may not have much, but what we do is warm and pleasant and gentle to the touch. And if you two have your way and spread your progress, why, everything special about the town will be crushed!"

There's a silent moment. Crescendo looks to Pitch. Pitch looks to Crescendo.

"Brother, dearest brother of mine, I think this damsel in this dress so fine and I should have a little time. Why don't you explain why it's for the best that this town get progress to the people on the street, and this miss and I, she and I shall meet over there, where I'll explain to her why this town needs some flair."

Pitch nodded. A bit player walks across the stage, the spotlight focusing on him. Pitch chases after him like a salesman throwing a pitch. "You! You, sir there!"

Meanwhile, Crescendo grabs me by the shoulder and forcefully, briskly walks me over to a different section of the stage. He places me behind a cardboard bush and glances at the audience, making sure they're focusing on what Pitch is doing.

"Now, lady, dearest lady, why do you object so?" Crescendo asks me. "This town is so much less valuable than you know, so why don't you be a proper lady and..."

My eyes widened at hearing proper lady. Overcome with the compulsion, I get down on my knees and began fiddling with Crescendo's pants. I hold up the fan to the side of us to hide what we're doing, and I clamp my lips down on his throbbing, thick tool.

I can't believe. I'm suckling him while we're on the stage, in the middle of the play! Oh, we're hiding it well enough, between the bush, the fan, and keeping the light on what Pitch is doing, but still. The risk, the chance of being discovered, the sheer audacity of it all! It's enough to get my adrenaline flowing, and I suckle him eagerly. It takes... surprisingly little to get him to release his load into my mouth, but it's still satisfying to have his thick musk pumping into my mouth.

Taking care to wipe clean any evidence of what we've been doing, we stand back up. The stage flicks back over to us.

"Big man..." I sing, walking around in a daze, my eyes still making a half-lidded "Come hither" gaze. "When you come into my..."

I paused, remembering what my actual lines were, glancing at Crescendo as he made a cutting motion across his neck.

"Town."

"Nice recovery." He mouths.

"Brother dear," Crescendo says. "I don't think I've convinced her. Would you...?"

"Say no more!" Pitch says. He comes up behind me and grabs by the shoulder.

He presses himself into back. Much to my surprise, there's a little sleeve in my dress, one which allows him to easily slide his member in and insert into my rear. He begins to hump and thrust, all the while chatting up, making some speech about the wonders of urban development or whatever, but I knew it was just an act. A distraction to keep the audience from realizing what was really going on.

I can feel his equipment throb and pulse inside me, and it begins to release, filling my rear up with his spunk. Oh, it is so good... I can't think. I can't focus with all of this... seed inside me. It's so good. So good... I'm a tool. I'm a doll. I'm a piece of eye candy for them to throw around and have their way with, whenever they like, whatever way they like. And honestly?

That's fine by me. Getting filled up with their delicious spunk feels so good. It fills me up. Makes me feel full, hehe!

The rest of the play goes fine... but you know, what? Like, whatever. Who wants to hear about it? Don't be silly, darlings. I know why I’m really here. I’m not here for some vapid play, I’m here to be a curvy bimbo and get rutted and filled up with seed over and over again. And there's nothing wrong with that, darling! I am quite a beauty, aren't I? I deserve some decent handling from some firm, strong men like them …

"Thank you, everyone!" Crescendo says at the conclusion of the play. "You've been a great audience!"

The audience, such as it is, gets up to applaud.

"And as for you..." Pitch whispers into my ear. "You did very good tonight. You deserve a little reward."

He makes his way into my bum again, his member throbbing harder than before. Almost immediately, he begins to release, filling my rear entrance up with overpowering spunk. My body begins to vibrate in pleasure. I get a dopey smile on my face as the curtain pulls down, the audience having, like, nooo idea it's because of Pitch and not them. With each release, with every load, my smile gets brighter and brighter, until I'm eventually baring all of my teeth, and I can feel my head get, like, totally lighter …

"Ooooh!" I let out a moan. Totally unable to handle being filled up with any more... delicious.... spunk... I tear myself away from Crescendo and collapse onto my side on the stage, moaning and twitching as I, like, totally have an orgasm of my own.
Crescendo and Pitch looked to each other, shrugging before leaving me to my, tee-hee, business.

After my orgasm has, like, fi-nally finished, I pant and breath heavily. I feel, like, soo gooood. It's so good to work here. I'm glad to work here.
I'm surrounded by males. Muscular, handsome males who I'm sure will let me suck their nice big...

Although, now that I, like, think about it, I guess I wouldn't be, like, totally opposed to giving a few squeezies to some nice jiggly jugs, tee-hee!

Author's Note

Hello there, darlings! I've been asked by the author of this ... rather perverted story to inform you of the details surrounding its creation. The first of which is that it was proofread by Sterlit.

The story was inspired by a movie which the author watched, and thinking of ideas for bimbofication the next day led to him having a breakthrough and coming up with this fit of debauchery.

He wants me to tell you that he had 'more fun writing the lines of the play' than perhaps he should have, and that I am legally obligated to say "Broad On The Fairway" is not meant to resemble any real-world play that you may know of.

Ooh. Hmm. I seem to have come down with a small headache. Excuse me for a minute, darlings, I'll be back with you in a moment.

-Rarity.