Taming Rarity

"One last favor. Then I'll take care for you. You've been such a good girl tonight."

"Anything,... Sir" she answered in an exhausted tone.

"Lick me clean."

You bring your junk to her face. She obeys meekly and starts licking.

Any fight was whipped out of her for tonight. You could have stuck her face in the toilet and she would have licked that clean as well.

Once you're satisfied with her work you pick her up. Yet again that farmpony blood came in handy.

You carried her to your bedroom and put her in your bed.

She was covered in sweat, her own juices and your cum was dribbling out of her battered ass.

You were going have to laundry the sheets after this.

Or perhaps someone else could do it for you.

You look in your drawers.

You find some skin cream.

Why you had that stuff laying around or when you bought it was long lost to history.

You walk into your bedroom. Rarity was lying on her belly for obvious reasons.

You opened the plastic jar and started rubbing it in the spots you so eagerly tortured before.

You sincerely doubted that doing that would actually help her in any way beyond the placebo effect. She'd appreciate the gesture none the less.

When you were done with her flank, you turned to her asshole.

You picked up what cum had dribbled out of her with your hoof.

"Lick up."

She obeyed. A little smile appeared on her face when she realized what she just licked up.

You start to cover her abused hole with the cream.

"Couldn't you have done that before you started fucking me, Sir?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Once you're done, you close the jar, place it next to the alarm clock and lie down next to her.

She was already in dreamland.

For once it's you who follow her somewhere.

The alarm goes off.

Rarity pretends she didn't hear anything.

You get up and poor yourself some cereal.

You poor some for her as well. A trained baboon could have done the same but she'd appreciate it.

You start eating. You see her waggle into the kitchen. You smirk.

"Good morning."

"Good morning.

"Good morning, who?"

"Are we still doing that?"

"Why shouldn't we?"

"It's annoying."

"You didn't think that last night."

"Ugh, good morning, Sir."

You point at her bowl with a head gesture.

"Mind if I eat this standing up, Sir?"

There was something rebellious in the way she said "Sir".

Not a problem. You conquered her once, you can conquer her again. You enjoyed her little rebellions.

"Not at all."

"Got a spoon?"

You fake a cough.

"Sir"

As an earthpony, cutlery was useless for you. You couldn't both hold it and eat.

"Somewhere. around here. It'll take me a while to find it though. Think you can manage without?"

"Yes, Sir" she grumbles.

You start eating your cereal. Rarity does the same, though a lot messier.

"Got plans for today?"

"I'm supposed to get on the train to Ponyville at 8:30, Sir"

You look at your wristwatch.

"It's 8. You're not going to make it."

"You don't know that,... Sir."

"I do. Nightmare Moon, Tirek and Sombra have nothing on the evil of Manehattan rush hour traffic. And I think that both the other ponies in train would appreciate it greatly if you took a shower before you left."

She blushed.

"My employees would appreciate it if I did the same. I'd invite you to take one together, but then neither of us would be on time. Remember Wind Whirl?"

"Isn't that one of the delivery ponies that helped me move, Sir?"

"Right. If he could outwit a sack of potatoes, he'd be a wonderbolt. You've got associates you can trust jumping in for you now that you can't make it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I doubt they're as good as you,..."

"Phuh."

"but they should able to keep things going. Write them a note, Wind will deliver it in no time. I'll send him right over as soon as I get to work."

"I'd appreciate it if you stayed over a bit longer. Were you staying at a hotel?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I can send Wind Whirl with some money to pay your stay and pick up your stuff."

"Wouldn't he mind, Sir?"

"He appreciates any opportunity to show off his speed. Got some stuff you'd want him to pick up from Ponyville? You could write a note to someone you trust to gather it for you and Wind can bring it."

"I guess there's a few things I'm missing, Sir. My sister could gather them for me."

"Sounds like a plan. You could give this place the feminine touch you talked about while I'm at work. You'd make the place shine like no other."

"I suppose, Sir."

"Perfect. I'll go take a shower."

You undo your wrist watch.

You enter the shower.

As the water starts streaming over you start reflecting on the past events.

You had taken a high class mare, done highly unclassy things with her and now you were making her clean your messy appartement?

Yes. Yes, you were. Fortune favors the brave.

Rarity might not be a pushover, but that made the whole thing sweeter.

You exited the shower, dried yourself off and put your wrist watch back on.

You step out of your bathroom. Rarity had already found a duster and was using it on your desk.

The look she gave you expressed her disbelief that you actually made her do this.

You ignore it.

"Good girl. Keep this up and I'll reward you by playing with you when I come home from work."

"The parts you "played" with still need to recover, Sir"

"Then I'll play with other parts. See you tonight, Rarity."