Coco shook a little as she waited for her bonus from Rarity. When Rarity had first spoke to her about it, she had been aghast at the idea. Even worse though, she had been embarrassed. Sure, she was shy, and creative, but to have it be noticed how… frustrated she almost made her drop into complete depression at this point. It was almost proof to her that how she was was how she always would be.
Now though, with a creek of the door, she would finally stop being a virgin. Stop being so frustrated whenever she had to measure stallions up. Stop wanting everything she had been fantasizing about for so long.
She took in another small breath. Rarity hadn’t been willing to tell her much more than what she had to do for her boss to take care of everything she needed. To give her a night full of taboo, and at least one wondrous climax. So now, Coco waited on the bed while soft steps made their way over. She was completely naked, exposed to anypony who might come in, but that she couldn’t see because of the blindfold she’d been forced to wear.
And she was thoroughly soaked.
Her body tensed up as she felt a pressure push the end of the bed down. She wanted so badly to see who was there, but Rarity had forced every dark secret out of her for this. So, she was to be taken by a stranger that she couldn’t seen, and made helpless so they could do whatever they wanted to her. The only thing keeping her safe was trust in her boss, and that was the only thing stopping her from running away.
A hand came onto her thigh. It felt… odd, but she couldn’t focus on that. Not while she took in how strong it was as it squeezed her thigh. It made absolute certain that she knew he was there. That if she fought, he could push her straight back down. That she was his fucktoy now.
His claw came around to the inside of her thigh, and she shuddered as it came up, pushing down on her soaked fur. She could hear it as it was pulled and pushed by his slowly moving fingers as they made their way up higher and higher. His nails were long, and with each push down, she felt small pricks of pain from them digging into her tender skin.
It was getting so close to her secret place. To somewhere nopony but herself had touched. The place that she’d been forbidden from touching for the past week, and that she’d been too afraid to touch if Rarity somehow found out. He was about to be there, doing whatever he wanted to her.
And then, he did nothing to her, which was possibly the cruelest option he had for her. Instead, his claws came up, skipping her hips and pressing down onto her stomach. She was forced again to know that something was wrong with these hands. They weren’t as soft as stallion hands. There was no fur, and they were so strong, so sharp. So dangerous.
She shivered as his breath came against her. It was warm, almost to the point where she thought it might burn her, and she could sense how his face was only centimeters away from her body. Teasing her more and more and he continued to knead and massage her. Why wasn’t he just getting on with it when it was so obvious she was ready?
Then, she felt his head brush against the bottom of her chest, and her body froze. He… He was going to just skip them, right? Just like with her pussy, right? Why was she wanting him to skip them? Why was she still scared despite him being gentle?
She let out a small whimper as his hands began to come around to her sides, scratching at her ribs. Not breaking the skin, but making it apparent of what he could do. She couldn’t relax though, not while she was waiting for him to attack the one part of her naked body that she thought was maybe equal to Rarity. Her heavy chest even rose and fell for him, but then again, those rough claws on them…
“Ah!”
Finally, the man had struck. His hands didn’t simply slide onto her bosom, but instead came up and grabbed her chest as hard as he could. The claws hurt for a moment, but as they pressed down hard, his breath beating down on her face, it turned into almost pure pleasure. It was so much better than her own hands, but so terrifying with proof of how little she could fight against him as she was kept pinned under his weight.
His claws sunk in a little harder as she cried out again, her body shaking, trembling, waiting to be allowed its release as he conquered her. She felt his head come to next to her neck, his breath beating down on it as his hands continued to squeeze her. Ground them against her, rolling them around, and his thumbs were even trying to sink her nipples straight into her tits as they were pierced by his nails.
It was all too much, and Coco felt herself coming closer and closer. Just a little bit more and-
Her eyes widened as she felt a hot, warm… tongue against her? That wasn’t possible, but Coco didn’t care in the moment. Her folds instead latched onto the teasing tongue, and it was the last thing she needed as her arousal crashed through her like a wave of ecstasy. Her body couldn’t stop shaking as she screamed out in pleasure. It was everything she had wanted of this night and more and she almost passed out from it.
Fortunately, she didn’t, and her body continued to shake as she stayed close to cumming again. She was still firmly gripped by the stallion on top of her, and whatever second stallion was there now moved away from her. Not that her pussy was left lonely for long, as a long, hard, throbbing muscle was pressed against her pussy.
And finally, she figured out why she thought the stallion’s claws had been off as his narrow tipped cock teased her folds. This… This wasn’t a stallion. She’d done too much ‘research’ to mistake this cock for a stallion’s. This was something else’s, and the only thing she knew with claws like this that Rarity would trust was… was…
Was her fiance, Spike.
Why? Why was Rarity allowing her to do this? Allowing him to do this? She got her answer quickly as her boss’s angelic voice whispered, “Don’t keep teasing yourself, Spikey, and let Coco have what she deserves.”
The words had been right in her ear, and Coco barely had time to take them in before Spike pushed slowly into her. It wasn’t hard, or rough, but slow and gentle. She expected some pain as all of her books told her there should be, but Spike was far too experienced to allow that. Not like most of the masters that pushed their virgins harder and harder in her fantasies.
No, instead, her body was given time to wrap itself around his hard, throbbing cock as it slowly slid in and out. In and out, centimeter by centimeter as he grunted, and she moaned out, her mind blanking out with each thrust. He was so strong, but so controlled. So good. So kind.
All she ever wanted out of the stallion she had ever wanted to take her first time, which she recognized as a bad feeling, but she couldn’t care. Not now. Not when she was in a roiling state of ecstasy in Spike’s grip. Not while she was so happy about his grip on her chest, and his ability to shove every inch of himself into her at any moment.
She shook again as Spike’s hips ground against hers. She was getting so full with each thrust, and she tried to gladly take it all in. She didn’t know how much farther he could go, but she didn’t know if she cared anymore. She only wanted more and more. To be as depraved as the boss she was betraying had told her the night was to be.
Something that went up a whole new level as her words came back to her ear, and a soft, manicured hand stroked the side of her face. “I’m happy that you’re enjoying this so much, Coco. I was afraid you might panic.”
Coco wanted to focus on them. Understand what Rarity was saying. Understand what was going on, but her mind was only on the physical action against her. Rarity’s gentle touch, Spike’s rough claws continuously scratching, pushing, crushing her, and his cock beginning to get faster and faster as she cried out more and more.
Rarity didn’t stop though as Spike got rough, grunting as he slammed his cock in as deep as he could, his balls smacking her with each thrust inside of her, and her own folds tried to keep him in as he forced his cock out. “You see, I wanted more than just you happy out of this night. I wanted to show you what I’d been envisioning for a while. Spike already is happy with the idea, but I need you to be okay with it. For you to be okay with the idea of being with me. With us.”
Coco’s mind and body froze as her blindfold was taken off. Her boss’s purple eyes were gazing down at her, and a small, nervous smile made her body shake. She whimpered in pleasure with Spike’s next smack into her nethers, and she could feel how hard he was. How much he twitched. Did this mean he was close to cumming? Would she cum more than she already had when he did?
And why wouldn’t her voice tell Rarity what she wanted? Why couldn’t she just say-
“Yes!”
It was torn out of her as Spike pushed deep inside of her pressing against her womb one more time before he let it all go. His hot, almost burning seed poured into her, filling her up with it as her body shook, and she couldn’t even scream from the waves and shocks of pleasure that were ripping through her body.
She then fell back as more and more of it continued to come in, but she couldn’t speak. She couldn’t do anything. She was so tired. So happy. She only hoped Rarity understood that her scream had been for her. For them. For all of them.
“Rarity, I know you said that I wasn’t allowed to, so, I’m sorry, just-”
“Don’t worry, honey,” Rarity said as she came closer to her sleeping lover’s face, “it was only in case she didn’t want this. Now though,” she paused to softly peck Coco on the lips, “I believe you can stay in her so that when she wakes up, we can show her just how rough you can be.”
Spike smiled as he watched Rarity wrap herself around Coco, putting the small, cream colored mare’s head into her chest while she slept. Rarity had discussed it long before this ‘bonus’ idea had come up, and seeing her this happy, and this content, was all he needed to assuage any of his worries about accepting Coco into his arms.
And thus his arms wrapped around both of his mares as he laid down, joining them for a good night’s rest, especially since he knew he’d likely be getting well worn out in the morning.
