Depraved Tales for Disgusting Perverts

"You both know why you're here," said Filthy Rich, his arms folded across his bare chest.

"Yes, sir," said Applejack and Rarity, sadly. They hung their heads, and held their arms behind their backs to show off their bare breasts.

"You," he looked at Rarity, "must take supply problems into account when setting deadlines. And you," he looked at Applejack, "must have contingencies in place if you cannot produce enough goods to meet one of my shipments. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," they repeated.

"You both well know that I could sue either of you into bankruptcy for the trouble you've caused me," he said, sternly, "but instead, I am giving you a chance to apologize. Few ponies receive this privilege. Now please, begin your apology."

The two shuffled forward, Rarity walking behind him, Applejack approaching the front. Filthy watched with pleasure as the two gorgeous mares got to their knees, and moved their heads forward. Applejack took his cock into her mouth and began to suck, while Rarity spread his ass-cheeks wide, sighed forlornly, and pushed her face into his crack.

Filthy Rich smiled at the twin sensations of the purple-haired beauty struggling to push her tongue into his anus as the buxom farmgirl slobbered on his knob. Applejack quickly worked up to a sloppy deepthroat, and with a mixture of licking, slurping, and outright tongue-fucking, Rarity was well-and-truly eating out his asshole.

He groaned and held Applejack's head in place as he came, her lips sealed around the tip of his thick cock, ensuring that she tasted every thick, sludgy drop of his cum before she swallowed it. Rarity pushed her face in harder, practically French-kissing his anus, her lips molded around it in a perfect seal as she slipped her tongue inside.

Once his orgasm died down, the pair pulled away, sitting back on their heels and looking thoroughly miserable. They knew their job was not yet done.

"Come on, girls. You know the drill."

Applejack and Rarity switched places, the fashionista gently taking the tip of his half-hard cock between her lips as the farmer got behind him to lick at his spit-slicked hole. Filthy waited for a moment, enjoying the physical sensation, as well as the humiliation of these two mares.

Then, he sighed.

Rarity's cheeks bulged out with piss, her eyes flying open wide, only catching herself at the last moment to avoid spilling it all out. She swallowed the hot, brackish liquid as fast as she could. Filthy cut off the flow to let her catch up. Though he would gladly hose this stuck-up slut down with his yellow piss and soak the luscious purple mane that she took such pride in, he had no desire to get piss on his office floor. The muscles on Applejack's neck bulged out as she tongued him desperately.

Once Rarity had cleared the first mouthful, he continued his flow. Rarity's brow furrowed as she did her best to keep up with the flow of disgusting liquid, her nostrils wide with shock and nausea, her throat bobbing up and down as she drank. Applejack's tongue was simply divine, what she lacked in her friend's finesse, she made up for in enthusiasm.

Filthy grabbed Applejack's blonde mane, holding her in place as a small fart escaped. She retched and tried to pull away, but held in place she could only continue to lick. A tingle of pleasure spread through Filthy's entire body as the flow of his piss became a trickle.

He pinched his cock and pushed the girls away, and turned around. Applejack looked up at him, mouth open, as he shook the last few spurts into her mouth. She collected half a mouthful of yellow piss before he was empty. She then closed her mouth, swilled it in and out between her teeth like a capful of mouthwash, gargled it briefly, and swallowed. Filthy smirked. Just as she'd been taught.

The two girls sat back on their heels, both looking decidedly unwell. Rarity's cheeks were an odd shade of green, and Applejack was dry-heaving.

Filthy Rich dressed himself, straightened his tie, and looked down at the sad pair. "Apology accepted."

They looked up at him, thoroughly miserable. "Thank y-you, Mister Rich," they said in unison.

"Excellent. Now get out."

The pair dressed quickly and left, grateful to be free and leave this place.

Filthy walked back to his desk, a spring in his step, and sat down. He pressed the buzzer for the intercom.

"Sir?"

"Be a doll and arrange an 'after-lunch special' for me, would you?"

"Yes, sir. Anypony in mind?"

"Hmm. How about that Pegasus teenager, the one with the vandalism trouble. The orange one."

"Miss Scootaloo, sir?"

"That's the ticket. Dot her in for one o'clock. We need to have a very frank discussion..."

Meeting arranged, Filthy took out his files and began the morning's paperwork. His job wasn't always easy, but it had its perks....