“$ 74 154 - $ 14 741, 5% interest.”
A beep interrupts your concentration.
“Miss Rarity is here to meet you.”
“Let her in.”
You drop your pencil and throw away the scrap pieces of paper laying around.
You look up from your numbers as she walks in.
“Miss Rarity, how can I help you?”
“Well, erm...”
She clearly felt at uneasy by your life’s work. The towering distillation towers and imposing chemical reactors you so often admired through your office window apparently weren’t her thing. You two were clearly cut from different cloth, so to speak.
“Yes?”
“I’m going to need a little favor.”
You owed her that much. While demanding the utmost from the paints and pigments you delivered to her, she had been a most loyal and generous customer to you.
“What is it?”
“I’m going to need a delay on the payment of your next shipment.”
“So you need my help?”
She really didn’t. She was Rarity, element of generosity. Most of Equestria would loan her any money she’d needed to get her business through any trouble it might be facing and other, be it less skilled, competitors would gladly jump in to sell her some paint on credit.
“Yes, I do.”
You wouldn’t be where you are if you didn’t push your luck once in a while. She held all the cards, but she didn’t even know it.
“Well, that’d be quite generous of me, but I would be risking everything you see behind me.”
“I promise I’ll pay you.”
“Promises aren’t enough. Last month you yourself went on and on about how if the paint I deliver is the wrong shade of purple it could ruin you. I simply cannot risk my company with something so arbitrary.”
You were feigning ignorance. You knew about as much about her line of work as she knew about yours, but you could tell by the ever increasing volumes of deliveries and ever growing number of locations they had to be brought to know that she knew what she was doing. When she was complaining about your paint, it was just a bit of melodrama.
“Surely a smart and handsome businessstalion like you would be able to keep a business afloat even if one of the customer couldn’t make a payment.” she says as she bats her eyes
You chuckle.
You knew that Rarity would try to use her feminine charms to get what she wants. After all, she had done it with your delivery ponies and that had left you a day without them while they helped her move furniture around. But you were a bit smarter than your delivery ponies and you were counting on it.
“My answer is no, but I might reconsider if you show me if you truly owe up to your element and do me a tiny favor in return.”
“What do you want, darling?”
“I hope you meant it when you called me a smart and handsome businessstalion. I’d be terribly upset if that was just a bit of empty flattery to selfishly get what you want from me.”
“No, I would never do something like that.”
“Good, then you’re in luck. I’ve spent far too long in this office. You’re taking this smart and handsome businessstalion out on a date. I’ll be done working at 6. I’d be delighted to see you in one of your famous dresses when I step outside. Wear a black one.”
“But...”
You reach for your pencil as she stares at you, trying to figure out what just happened.
“See you tonight, Miss Rarity. Now, if you excuse me, I’ve got a business to run.”
“110 times $ 78” you resume muttering to yourself as she leaves the room.
You finish the last bit of this month’s accounting as you hear another beep.
“It’s 6pm. You told me to remind you.”
“Thanks, Paper Pusher”
You run a hoof through your mane to flip it back a bit. That’s about as much as you knew about fashion. Then you walk out of your office, downstairs and outside, head held high as always. Rarity was already waiting there.
“Miss Rarity.”
“You’ve got quite a bit of gall, you know that?”
She clearly has had some time to think this over and remember that she’s supposed to be a strong independent mare.
“Why, thank you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“I took it as one and let’s pretend it was. It would be awfully impolite to start a date by insulting your partner.”
“This is blackmail!”
“Is it? You mean to tell me that the famous Rarity doesn’t have more than enough associates to borrow a bit or two from?”
“No, what I mean was...”
“Yet here you are and wearing one of your famous dresses just as I requested. But you didn’t get the color right. You of all ponies should know the difference between red and black. Oh, well.”
“You don’t own me!”
“The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Now, how about you stop sulking so we can have a blast. I’ve been staring at numbers for way too long. Is that dress painted with the red I delivered to you two months ago? It even had a special name.”
“Desire.”
“Oh, my.” you feign shock. “Miss Rarity.”
“Shut up, it’s just a name.”
“Jokes aside, you really know your craft. This is a beautiful dress.”
“Thank you.”
“Mind doing a little spin so I could admire every part of it?”
“I suppose”
Rarity sheepishly spins around as you watch.
“So, what place have you chosen to take me to, Rarity?”
“Huh?”
“You were taking me on a date, remember? I myself am too practical of a pony. I’m guessing the places I usually go to aren’t going to be pleasing to somepony like you. You decide.”
“Uhh... La Capitulation is a great restaurant. They serve food from Prance there.”
“Sounds good. I’m guessing it’s outside of Manehattan industrial district?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll go hail us a cab.”
You were lucky. One was just passing by. Both of you get in and Rarity explained where this Prench restaurant is to the driver.
“So, how come my delivery ponies were gone all day when they had to make a delivery to you newest boutique?”
“I have no idea.”
“Really? They told me they helped you to move in.”
“They did. They’re so friendly.”
“I bet they were very friendly once you told them how strong and handsome they were and batter your eyes at them” you imitate the way she batter her eyes at you back in your office “like this.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“No, I would never do something like that. I’m just appreciating your company. Let me tell you a secret, Rarity.”
“What is it?”
You grin at her.
“A CEO’s favor is a lot more expensive that a delivery pony’s one. It comes at the price of a lot more than cute looks and sweet words. But something tells me you’re more than willing to pay that price.”
“We’re here.” The driver interrupts.
You tip him generously and walk into the restaurant.
You walk in and sit yourself down at a table.
“You’re supposed to pull out the chair for a lady on a date.”
You genuinely forgot. You laugh to defuse the situation.
“There’s a lot of things we’re supposed to do and don’t. For example, you’re supposed to hire professional movers instead of steal my employees work hours when you start a new boutique, so I guess we’re even. I’ve never been here. What can you recommend?”
“The Ratatouille here is delightful.”
“Perfect. I’ll order one of those. We could try one of those fancy Prench wines?”
“Sure.”
You could buy a bottle and make your goal easier....
“Let’s have a glass.” you say.
... but where’s the sport in that? Having her drunk would make things you plan doing to her a lot less satisfying.
The waiter arrives at your table.
“Have you made your decision?”
“Two Ratatouilles” you mimic her pronunciation of the dish as best as you can “and two glasses of Bor-de-aux?”
“It’s pronounced Bordeaux, sir.”
Rarity chuckles. It’s about time she got a laugh at your expense. You may be head of a company but in your veins there’s farmpony blood and it shows once in a while. Fucking Prench ponies and their pointless silent letters.
“Never been to such a place?” Rarity asks
“Not many places like this in my neighborhood.”
“You live close to you job?”
“Why wouldn’t I? Beats wasting time on travel.”
“It doesn’t seem worth it to live in such a ghastly place.”
“I’m different from you, but you need a practical pony like me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Behind every bit of luxury, there’s a bit of practicality. Behind your fancy clothes there’s me making sure the textiles have the right colors and the ponies don’t get poisoned from wearing them. Behind this wine there’s another chemist making sure that Prench grapes don’t get eaten by insects before they get a chance to be turned into whine.”
“Oh.”
You knew very well what your original comment implied about ponies like her needing a pony like you.
“Ponies like you also need to be kept in check by ponies like me.”
“Pardon?”
“I’ve read all about your misadventures with a certain cursed book. Journalists covered you opening a new boutique for Celestia’s sake. You think they’d slip up a chance to write about one of the elements of harmony temporarily going crazy with power?”
Again, you knew very well what your original comment implied.
Rarity chuckles awkwardly.
“Truly, I do not envy the journalist’s life. If it weren’t for you and the other elements of harmony, they’d long starved to death...”
You prided yourself on your talent to keep a conversation going. By the time you finished your plates, you somehow were talking about her cat’s shenanigans and a few tricks you learned when you were a foal to deal with them.
“So, you’re paying, right, Rarity?”
“Huh?”
“You were taking me on a date, remember? Don’t tell me that miss prosperous bussinessmare has never paid for for a date and thus isn’t carrying any bits?”
Rarity turns cherry red.
“Yes.” she squeaks.
“Oh, my, unless I bail you out here by paying you’ll be stuck doing lot of dishes to pay for this night. First I save your business and now I’m saving your ass from manual labor.”
You pull out your wallet.
“The least you could do is be a good girl and see me off to my home.”
You pay for your meals and give the customary tip.
You get up and step outside. Rarity follows you.
“I’m guessing not a lot stallions have gotten this far with you. You do know what usually happens when a stallion takes a mare to his home?”
She blushes. You guessed correctly. Her beauty was quite intimidating to most stallions. Luckily for you, you are not most stallions.
“Yes.”
“Good. What are you wearing under that dress?”
“Pardon?”
“Don’t play dumb. The way things are going I’ll find out soon enough.”
“Black panties.”
“Hand them over.”
She mumbles in confusion.
“You won’t be needing them anyway. Consider it a first installment on paying for my favor.”
Her horn glows. She pulls them down, steps out of them and hands them over. They feel damp on your hoof.
“It seems you’ve been enjoying my company.”
You pocket them.
A taxi passes. You hail it and it pulls over.
You approach the driver.
“Are you a good driver?”
“Yes, of course.” he grumbles.
One look at his face was enough to tell you that it had been a long work day for him and he wasn’t having any of your shenanigans.
You were going to give them anyway.
“So no distraction can get your attention off the road?”
“Yes!”
“And you drive slower during the night so you don’t have an accident?”
“YES!”
“Good, I tip drivers like that very well.”
You give Rarity a mischievous look.
“I do hope you’ll remain true to your word even if the lady shows me her appreciation of me with a blowjob.”
You get in the carriage. Rarity does the same.
“I did not agree to this!” she hisses in your ear.
“Yet. You’ll agree any second now. Am I wrong?”
She looks at you sheepishly.
You lean back in the seat. “Begin.”
After some hesitation she leans down and takes your cock in your mouth.
She starts sucking. You encourage her by running a hoof through her mane.
“Look me in the eyes.”
She obliges.
“Good girl”
She wasn’t great at this. She might throw out her feminine charms like confetti, but most gelded idiots that passed for stallions could barely get out a word in front of her, let alone get her to put out.
“Come on, you can go a bit deeper than that.” You put pressure on the back of her head to encourage her.
She puts up a valiant effort. Her eyes start to water and her makeup starts to run but it’s nothing close to a proper deepthroat.
You resume petting her head. Bless her little heart for trying.
“You do remember you have to move that pretty head of yours up and down?”
She starts bopping her head up again. Each time she goes down her eyes get a little wetter.
Trying to concentrate, she looks down.
You feign outrage: “Where are you manners, young lady? Ruining such a romantic moment by breaking eye contact.”
She looks back up at you. She had the expression of sad puppy. You reassuring stroke her hair. You weren’t planning on doing anything practical to help her plight though.
Although... She was having such a hard time on both suppressing her gag and moving her head. You could do the second one for her.
You grab her head and start moving it for her. Element of kindness, eat your heart out.
Of course now that she can focus on keeping her gagging in check, you can go a bit deeper each time.
You never fully plunge down her throat, but you always push your luck, just a bit.
"We're here."
Rarity gags in surprise.
You let go of her head. She bursts out coughing.
You step out and casually approach the driver.
You hand him his fare plus a "dealing with your bullshit fee".
"As promised."
You walk into your apartment complex. She follows.
"The elevator's broken again. We'll have to take the stairs."
You start climbing said stairs.
"Recovered from our little "misadventure" in the taxi?"
"Why, yes of course, darling."
Rarity wouldn't be Rarity if she didn't try and recover her class and composure.
"Good, because there's a lot of misadventures coming tonight."
You give her a mischievous look and she blushes again.
You wouldn't be you if you didn't sabotage her efforts to recover said class and composure.
"You have to admit, you don't need me to get that flank of yours into a misadventure."
"What do you mean?"
"Being unable to to pay for business supplies or a simple meal. Going crazy with power because of a book. Little things like that."
"Oh."
"I have something that might help with that."
"And what's that?"
"Don't be impatient, Rarity. You'll find out soon enough."
You arrive at your door. You pull out your keys and unlock it.
"Home sweet home."
"Well... this place could certainly use a feminine touch."
She wasn't wrong. Order was never your strong suit and you never really tried to self-improve on it like with other things.
"I agree. But that's a matter for another time. Take of that dress. I'll be right back with a little surprise."
You go to your closet and take your cane. Then you come back to her.
"What... what's that for?"
"It's your surprise. I kinda spoiled it a bit by telling you that'll be teaching you misadventurous flank a lesson."
"Well,... that's certainly unorthodox."
"Who could have guessed that the stallion that made you blow him in the taxi is unorthodox? Turn around and get your tail out of the way. You'll thank me after this."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
After a moment's hesitation, she does as you told her.
You start caning her. At the same time you start rubbing her slit with your hoof. You wanted her associate pain and pleasure.
She was already quite wet. After a few hits your conditioning started to work and she started to absolutely soak herself.
"You're enjoying this aren't you, Rarity?"
"Yes..." she pants.
"From now on you'll call me "Sir" each time you speak to me."
"Yes... Sir."
You resume whaling on her.
By the time her flank was a pleasing shade of red, you could here she was getting close to coming.
You stop rubbing her and drop your cane.
"No, you haven't even come close to earning that."
She squeaks in frustration.
You walk to your liquor cabinet and poor yourself a drink.
Rarity looks at you in confusion.
You sit down in the chair in front of her.
"Now, Rarity, you're going to give me a little show. You're going to play with yourself for my amusement. Whenever you get close to coming, you'll stop and wait until your slit calms down then start again. Understood?"
"...Yes."
"Yes, who?"
"Yes,... Sir."
"Good."
You sip your drink. It was a statement. You had no intention to get drunk. Luckily the same farmpony blood that kept you from pronouncing Prench words also gave you the ability to drink 5 Rarities under the table and still be sober enough to pull a carriage.
"Begin."
She awkwardly starts playing with herself as you stare at her.
The humiliating nature of the situation seems to get her even more exited.
"How long do I have to do this?"
"Until I'm satisfied with the show. By the puddle you're making, you seem to be enjoying "performing" for me."
Rarity blushed, but kept playing with herself.
By her moaning, you could tell she was getting close to coming again.
"Stop." you command her.
It took her all her willpower, but she does. She squeezes her hind legs together, desperate for further stimulation.
You sip your drink again.
You rub the edge of your glass with your hoof. Rarity looks at your hoof movement filled with jealousy and frustration.
The puddle under her was still growing.
"You can begin again."
Just as awkwardly as before, she starts masturbating once more.
You sip your drink again.
She swallows what little pride she still had and starts moving her hoof as fast as she possibly could.
All that meant was that when you ordered her to stop, it'd be even more frustrating.
And that said frustration would come sooner.
"Don't even dare to sneak an orgasm past me. Stop. Right. Now."
Clearly intimidated, she obliges. Out of frustration, she starts tapping her front hooves against the floor.
Again, she's squeezing her hind legs together.
"You've made quite a mess, young lady."
Yet again, she turns red.
You were barely older than her. You just liked to call her that.
"Lick it up."
"Lick... the dirty floor?"
"Yes. Consider it a part of your act."
After yet again hesitating , she slowly starts licking the puddle she made.
During the first lick, her eyes were filled with disgust.
During every lick after that, they were filled with shame instead.
"Make it shine."
It was an uphill battle for her. Her own body was betraying her. It was a race between her mouth and cunt to see if the former could clean faster than the latter could make a mess.
You sip your drink again.
"You're going to have to lick faster than that. You're dripping on one part of my floor as you're licking another part clean."
She took your advice to heart.
There's nothing left of the lady that walked into your office. Before you was an animal furiously licking up its own filth.
"Liking the taste of your own cunt, Rarity?" you say to her while stroking the edge of your glass again.
"Yes,... Sir."
She doesn't have the dignity to look up from the floor while answering.
"Good enough."
She looks up at you. Her face is covered with her juices.
"I'm guessing by this point you're begging for me to mount you and fuck one of your holes."
"Yes, Sir."
"Then beg."
"Please, Sir. Mount me and fuck one of my holes. Please!"
"Because you ask so nicely."
You finish your drink and get out of your chair.
You start circling around her.
"Hmm, which hole should I use?"
Rarity just stood there looking awkward. She was squeezing her legs again.
"Well, answer."
"My pussy, Sir?"
"Yeah, by the waterfall it has become I knew you'd answer that. But your ass sounds more fun."
"But I've never been fucked there... Sir"
"Good."
"It'll hurt."
"One good look at your red flank tells me that you won't mind that."
"It'll be dirty."
"Something tells me you don't mind doing dirty things for me. I'll be right back."
You walk to your closet again and take a ball gag.
You come back with it.
"What... what's that for, Sir?"
"We wouldn't want you waking the neighbors, would we?"
"No, Sir."
You hand it to her. She uses her magic magic to fasten it.
"Come with me."
She follows.
You point at a spot in front of a big mirror.
"Stand there so I can see your pretty face as I fuck you."
Who said you weren't romantic?
You mount her.
You started rubbing her slit and started pushing into her asshole.
Yet again, you wanted her to associate the things you were doing to her with sexual gratification.
Pavlov and his dogs in Stalliongrad had nothing on you.
Her eyes were watering again even though you only had the tip in.
She was so tight.
"Am I hurting you?" you say in a mocking tone.
She nods while giving you those same puppy eyes as in the taxi.
"Want me to stop?"
She shakes her head.
You start moving your cock like a battering ram.
Each time you rammed into her, you could get a little deeper.
Rarity was in heaven and hell simultaneously.
From the faces she was making, you'd swear that she was a cartoon character.
Poor girl will be walking funny for weeks the way things were going.
You weren't planning on relenting though.
With one final push you got yourself in all the way.
You could hear her moaning thought her gag.
She was about to come.
It had been a long night for her. You figured by now she earned an orgasm.
You stopped rubbing her slit though. If she was going to come, it was going to be from your cock only.
Not that that was a problem for her. 3 missed orgasms and your psychological tricks saw to that.
On the next stroke, she squirted, bit down on her gag and clenched her ass simultaneously.
While quite pleasant on your cock, there's now way that didn't hurt her like crazy.
Oh well, that's a win win if you ever heard one.
Most stallions would now have the common courtesy to just come in her and end her trials.
But you were only getting started.
You pick up the pace.
A few minutes later she was moaning again.
Her eyes were rolling back into their sockets.
Her last orgasm had left her extremely sensitive and paved the way for the next one to come in even easier.
When it did come you din't even slow down pounding her even as she clenched around you.
You were sure that a tiny part of her hated you for that and the extra pain it caused.
You were also sure that the rest of her will be grateful for that until her dying day.
You fell into a routine.
Time flew.
Once in a while, Rarity would come and clench up while you pounded her.
Neither of you bothered counting how many times she had done so after a while.
You just kept using her.
Eventually, you ran out of stamina.
You plunged your cock one last time into her and filled her with your seed.
Rarity showed her appreciation by coming one last time.
After your cock popped out and you unmounted her, she simply collapsed.
You undo her ballgag for her.
"Thanks,... Sir"
"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."
