Author's Note

Features: Rape-play (see spoilers for further info) male sexually dominating female humiliation

Spoilers: Rarity will think that her rapist thinks that she's being taken against her will, but he fully knows that she's willing

Rarity's Night on the Town

Rarity stood up, her bosom bouncing happily as she did, and she observed her creation. Finding no fault with it, she let out a sigh of relief. Finally, she was done. Her entire back-catalogue completed. She had worked more than a hundred hours straight, with no rest, no food, and no company.

“That should cover a few month’s rent,” she said to herself, and walked out towards the kitchen, her patience for being a classy, dainty lady spent, and she practically stomped with her hooves.

Having spent an unequinely long time on her knees, bent over, and concentrating, her muscles would be burning with exertion, her head would be pounding with a headache.

She didn’t feel any of that of course, she was a rubber sex doll, she didn’t feel discomfort the same way a pony of flesh and blood would, but she remembered what stress and exhaustion felt like. That was a good thing, as she didn’t want to forget what it was like being a flesh and blood pony, but right now she was remembering a little too vividly.

Rarity opened the door down to the cellar, the wine cellar to be specific, and moments later, exited the kitchen, and collapsed into her favorite fainting couch, a glass and a bottle held in her blue magic field.

With a ‘pop!’ the bottle opened, and filled the glass to the brim. There was no gentle sloshing and whiffing before the glass was emptied down her open mouth, and as Rarity remembered stress, she remembered wine taking the edge off it.

As she breathed heavily, trying to exercise the imagined pounding in her head, her hand slowly crept down her belly, under her skirt, and settled on her panties, gently caressing her soft lower lips through the fabric.

She tried relaxing like that for a second, before suddenly standing up, grunting in frustration, and started pacing back and forth.

She could rub herself satisfied on her couch of course, but Rarity was a lady, darnit! A desirable lady! Both mares and stallions should be lining up to court her, and she needed attention! No, she needed more than attention, she needed someone to caress her, to love her, to worship her. She did so much for so many ponies. She deserved their love, their worship, she deserved more, she deserved…

… She stopped. Something felt wrong about that. Rarity knew she wasn’t supposed to think like that.

She slowly looked around, before noticing the bottle of wine, with only one glass missing from it.

Oh, of course. Rarity quickly emptied the bottle.

That was better.

Fluttershy was occupied, something to do with Rainbow Dash. Applejack was working. Pinkie Pie was doing ‘research’, and on any other day Rarity would’ve been deathly curious about what Pinkie meant when she said that. Twilight was away, somewhere far from Ponyville, and even her sister and her friends were out and about, camping at Sweet Apple Acres or something.

Rarity collapsed onto her couch again, this time on her belly, and sighed forlornly, feeling sorry for herself. She loved her friends, and she knew they didn’t exclude her, or abandon her, but today it was a cathartic fantasy to imagine that she was ignored and forgotten.

But what to do?

No masturbation. Rarity wanted attention.

No love from her friends. Rarity wanted sympathy.

Wait, that wasn’t actually true. Rarity wanted to feel abandoned by her friends, she wanted to deserve sympathy, and have no help, no shoulder to cry on.

Sex though. Oh yes.

… Rarity looked down at the wine bottle hanging limply in her hand, when inspiration struck.

Today, for some reason, it was so wonderful to feel sorry for herself. Such a sweet fantasy to indulge in. Perhaps she should capitalize on that.

She continued looking at it for a few moments, wondering if she was being crazy, before suddenly standing up, and looking out the window.

Evening was approaching, and such opportunities with it.

She knew the wine was helping her decide to do this, but it didn’t matter. She immediately ripped off her clothes and threw them onto her couch, before stepping over, naked, to her walk-in-closet.

Flowing evening dresses, smart blazers, ball gowns, airy bikinis, even a toga.

“No, no, no, no, no,” she said, before seeing something promising.

A strapless, tight minidress. She walked out to her full-body mirror, and slipped into the small outfit.

It covered everything that needed to be covered for a lady to stay decent. Barely.

As a living toy she had the optimal body for looking sexy, so her bosom looked perfect without a bra. Walking around didn’t risk her breasts popping out of the dress, but it didn’t take much to tug it down and expose her. Similarly, when worn properly, one couldn’t quite see her vagina unless one was close and low enough, but it looked as if it would be really easy to sneak a peek.

Even so, a pair of stylishly sexy black panties would go well with this, and some sandals matching her dress almost completed the outfit.

Again, as a doll, she didn’t require much make-up, but she put some on anyway, and congratulating herself on her foresight, she plucked her mane from her head, and her tail from her lower back, and changed them for a matching, braided set, in black rather than her usual purple.

She smiled at her mirror image. She looked so sexy, and just to be safe, she no longer looked like Rarity, but something was still missing.

It wasn’t evening gloves, or thigh highs. They both interfered with the minimalistic look, but a black choker did it.

She pirouetted on the spot, only slightly disappointed that she didn’t flash her panties, before putting some bits in her cleavage. She blew her mirror image a kiss, and walked out of her changing room.

She made a quick detour through the kitchen, and emptied a bottle of wine, a cheap one, since this was only to keep her from chickening out, before she exited her home, and only just managed to walk straight as she made her way to Ponyville station.

The night was so young, with so many possibilities, and Rarity, feeling beautiful, sensual, almost scandalous, walked into the first club of the evening.

She sauntered up to the bar, where several ponies shot her curious looks, smiling abashedly at her before looking away, then peeking at her as if afraid that their expressions would betray them. It might have had something to do with how if she angled herself just a little, they’d see up her skirt.

The looks she attracted from the ponies around her almost drew out an excited giggle from her. They wanted her, they wanted her body, and it could be theirs, if they were to take it, because that was Rarity’s goal. Tonight, she didn’t just want sex, she wanted to to immerse herself in feeling abandoned and cast aside, to justify feeling sorry for herself. She wanted… to be raped.

It was all without any risk of course. Even if she was cornered by the most debauched gang of brigands in Equestria, her life would not be in danger, and very little, if anything, that could be done to her would harm or pain her, in fact she’d most likely enjoy it.

However, the fantasy mattered, and it would be so easy to immerse herself in it.

Or so she thought.

“H-hello,” the stallion behind the bar said, trying to keep his gaze from caressing the landscapes of her shapely breasts. “Wwwwhat can I get you?”

Rarity gave him a sultry smile. She could feel her first taste of wine for the evening just about to subside, and she couldn’t have that.

“A dry martini, please, extra large.”

“Extra large, coming right up,” he said, and ducked down behind the bar to retrieve his shaker, and came up again already preparing the drink, and poured it into a fresh glass.

“Thank you, good sir,” Rarity said, and brought the drink to her lips, managing to look sufficiently dainty, despite emptying half the stout drink. “Mmm, magnificent,” she said, and quickly finished it. “Another, please.”

The bartender looked a little skeptical, as if he wanted to advice against it, but something about Rarity made him not want to outright say no to her. Rarity knew what that something was, and would’ve felt a little guilty about teasing him at any other, sober, day, but perhaps being a bad girl could be a good thing tonight.

“Uhm… if you’re sure,” he said, and started pouring another.

“I am,” Rarity said, and put a hand down her cleavage to retrieve some bits which she laid on the bar.

The bartender looked on, mesmerized, and over-poured the drink, spilling over the edge of the glass, before he noticed and quickly stopped to grab a towel and clean the bar.

“Why that is generous of you. Thank you,” Rarity said, enjoying herself.

“Uhm… welcome,” the stallion muttered.

Rarity kissed her fingers, and gently flicked the imagined kiss at the bartender, before turning around, giving some more happy ponies a nice view before standing up and stalking the club.

Here was something of a conundrum. How does one attract the eyes of somepony who would take her against her will? Or rather… somepony who assumes she’s not willful and doesn’t care.

Rarity took a sip of her drink, and as the effect of the previous one washed over her she realized that she was going from tipsy to drunk. She was already vulnerable, and that would only increase. She shivered with excitement.

In booths and around tables all around her, ponies were gathered. Attractive ponies, and stallions, big and strong ones. But they all had company. Furthermore, Rarity realized that she had no idea what the type of pony she was trying to get the attention of looked like.

She imagined a stallion, big and strong, lifting weights and trying to impress mares, although perhaps more his fellow weightlifters? It was hard to say. He’d… feel entitled to mares maybe? Rarity had never been able to get into that mindset, and speaking of which he probably wasn’t the smartest on campus, with more muscle than brawn, probably irrationally aggressive...

Rarity paused. The further that trail of thought went on, the less attractive this hypothetical pony seemed.

Then again, just like Rarity be the means to an end for him, or her, he, or she, would be the means to an end for Rarity. Her target having… an unsavory side was part of the adventure.

Besides, the alcohol would help, she realized, and downed her second drink, thoroughly moving her into the territory of drunk.

After stalking through the club for several minutes, Rarity was running out of establishment, and decided to sit down at an empty table to avoid looking too awkward.

“Hey, are these seats taken?” a stallion asked.

Rarity looked up to see a fine enough specimen. Lean, white T-shirt, intentionally worn jeans. This was fairly promising.

“They are not,” Rarity said.

“Awesome. Hey guys, over here!” the stallion called, and waved over to his friends.

Three other ponies came over, two more stallions and a mare.

“Hey, hope we’re not interrupting anything,” the mare said, as they took their seats.

They were, or rather, they might, but Rarity kept her smile. This might still be promising.

“Certainly not,” she offered.

“Great! I’m Starry.”

“Grassy.”

“Sharpie.”

“Square.”

Rarity looked around at the four friends, and nodded to them in turn. “Rari- Rare Star.”

“Ey, another Star,” Starry said. “Good to meet you.”

“And you,” Rarity said. “So, are you four friends?”

“We are. This is our usual get-together,” Sharpie, the first stallion said. “It’s been a long week.”

“Oh it certainly has,” Rarity agreed. “Hopefully, some time out and about, meeting new ponies, will help me relax.”

“Right?” Starry agreed. “I work over at the train foundry, and so does Sharpie, administrator, while we know Square through the university. He knows all things math…”

Rarity paid attention as best as she could, but one thing was clear: These four ponies were infuriatingly normal and well-adjusted. She would find no forceful ponies here.

What’s more, even as they included her in a round of beer, Rarity felt that she was, if not sobering up, adjusting too fast to the drink in her.

She managed to find a decent spot to disengage, and excused herself, saying she needed to go to the mare’s room.

She grabbed another stiff drink at the bar just as the band was starting to play, and then decided that might not be a bad idea.

In a corridor were two doors, one to the mare’s room, and one to the stallion’s room, and a stallion was indeed there, both doors were locked, and right next to each other.

She walked up to stand next to the stallion, who gave her a very appreciative look, until she opened her mouth. “Why good evening,” she said, trying to sound sultry.

The stallion immediately recoiled, his eyes watering. “Whoa, lady, how much have you had? The sun’s barely down.”

Rarity cast the stallion a hurt look. “I beg your pardon?” she asked.

“Uhm… no offence but… you smell really strong.”

Rarity was indeed feeling more than pleasantly buzzed, but she could still walk straight and keep both eyes open. “Oh… not… all that much really, just a…”

Just two full bottles of wine, a beer, and three large glasses of strong liquor, and nothing else, sloshing around, undiluted, in her stomach.

“Oh,” she said, realizing what the problem was. “Well, uhm… is that a problem?”

“Hey, you do you, so long as you don’t hurt yourself, know what I’m saying?” the stallion said, as his restroom became available, and he vanished from view.

Rarity gave the door a forlorn look, before the mare’s room became available.

Rarity took the time to empty her insides, and hopefully clean out a lot of the smell of alcohol, before she decided to chase her upcoming drinks down with something less intense.

As she sat on the throne, she realized that of course, it was still early enough. As the night progressed, ponies would focus less on details like that.

Her buzz was still going strong though, and she had room for more.

With renewed determination, Rarity stepped out of the bathroom, and decided to intensify her search.

“Why good evening,” Rarity asked the teenage colt she had managed to isolate from his friends, and nodded at the stage. “Nice show, wouldn’t you say?”

“UuuUUuu-uuUUuu,” he stammered out, wide-eyed, before running away.

“Hello there. Can I get you somethin- oh goodness!” Rarity said to a mare at the bar, before she turned around and revealed herself to actually be a very elderly stallion.

“Yeah, I’m the vice president for the interequestrial cooperation for regulation and standardization of aquarium pumps for vessels of one hundred and seventy two gallons and below. It’s very exciting. For example, did you know that until last spring, nopony had actually determined the allowed adhesives of manufacturer-stickers for products? Ponies could just put whatever on there!”

Rarity lifted her head from the bar just enough to bang it down again, as she waved the bartender over, the mare beside her continuing her animated dissertation.

The beautiful mare from before was back, although it looked like the evening wasn’t going as she had hoped.

“Hey there, beautiful. What can I get you?” the bartender managed, this time ready for her stunning beauty.

“Something strong,” she said, and started once again fishing around her barely-covered bosom for bits. “Actually…” she said, before she simply pulled the coverings of her breasts down and let her money roll out onto the bar.

“Leave the bottle,” she told the once-again paralyzed bartender.

“Gooood evening,” Rarity managed, as she took in the size of the pony in front of her. “What’s y-yyer… your name?”

“Miss, that’s a coat rack.”

“H-hey!” Rarity said, seeing two identical stallions leaning against a pillar. “Hhhhow’s it going?”

The two stallions turned around in exact unison to look at her.

“Whoa… hey lady, are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m… yyyes, I am, as you say, all… no, good sirs, I am in fact, not ‘all right’, all is not right. I have been trying to find somepony... all night, and this pony just… refuses to reveal themselves.”

“I… see. Have you… considered stepping outside, and getting some fresh air? I could help you.”

Rarity looked up at the stallions, slowly weighing that option against her mission, when her eyes shot open.

“That… is a marvel-ous, idea! Outside! Away from… sounds, and… alone.”

“Here, I’ll help you.”

“Why thank you, sirs,” Rarity said, as one of the stallions gently grabbed her by her shoulders and led her towards the door. “I say, where did your friend go?”

Once outside, her bottle still in her hand, Rarity looked around, then started stumbling towards the first thing that looked like an alley.

“Miss, will you be okay?”

Rarity slowly turned around, the stallion’s identical friend was back, and smiled at them. "I endeavor to be excellent!” she declared, and kept walking towards the alley. “I just need a short reprieve, in here, alone and… alone.”

Rarity walked around the corner, and the alley was… normal.

While she normally didn’t relish the idea of lounging in dirty and filthy locations, tonight that was what she was looking for. Not in itself, but because she had a notion that this is where one would find criminal elements.

The alleys of Canterlot just didn’t give that impression. Barrels and crates were stacked against the walls. That was good, but somepony had taken the effort to do it neatly, and even sweep the ground.

Who could’ve imagined that this would be so difficult?

Rarity even found a barrel with a clean enough tarp covering it, which she slumped to the ground on top of.

As she sat there, taking another swig from her bottle, her gaze wandered down her form. Perhaps she had forgotten to control the illusion over her, making the ponies overlook her radiant beauty?

She focused on releasing the illusion, making her supremely voluptuous form apparent, from her shapely breasts, with so little keeping them covered, to the soft shape of her panties, hugging her mound.

She couldn’t understand how anypony could keep their hands from her. She could barely do it herself. If she was a pony with a cock, and she found a mare like her lying in an alley, she’d be hard-pressed to keep her cock to herself.

Rarity gently moaned at the thought of what she’d do to herself, as she gently drifted off to sleep.

Something was wrong. The world was bobbing Rarity up and down. Almost as if… somepony was carrying her.

Actually, that meant that something was right. Or it might be right, unless she was being taken home to sleep it off safely. That would’ve been wrong, she didn’t want that, she wanted to be taken advantage of.

The bobbing paused, the sound of a door opening, some hooves on hard floor, and then a disorienting fall… onto a soft mattress.

Rarity managed to open her eyes, only to not see anything except some weak moonlight on some unidentified shapes, but something was moving in front of her, the pony who had carried her, presumably.

Rarity gave up, and sighed dejectedly to herself. Tonight was supposed to be special, but she was to be treated like a poor drunk.

“I assure you… whoever you, that I’m well and fine,” she sighed, and sat up.

Hands grabbed her dress, and pulled it off her in one movement, making her breasts jiggle invitingly, while a hand gently held her head.

That was nice at least, a small moment where she could imagine the night playing out as she wanted.

“No, I insist, there is no need to-”

That was as hard as she got before her mouth was blocked, hushing her.

But was a strange hush, filling her with pleasure somehow, and pushed deeper towards her throat, then down it.

Rarity’s eyes shot open. That was a cock! A big cock! In her mouth! She, the beautiful lady Rarity, just had a big cock forced into her mouth!

A. big. cock. in. her. mouth.

Realization hit her like a freight train. She was being raped. Raped!

She let out a surprised squeal of joy, immediately muffled as the tip reached the back of mouth and blocked her access to air, before pulling back and thrusting again, several times, before starting to force its way down her throat, silencing her completely.

“Mmph! Mm-mm-mmph-mm-”

She weakly brought her arms up against the waist of her welcome assailant, but her drunkenness had almost robbed her of her ability to do the most simple tasks.

Another hand grabbed her head and redoubled its effort to pump her throat, the tip of the cock popping back up into her mouth before diving down into her throat over and over.

“Ghlk-glk-ghk!” was all she could say, as her choker snapped.

It was so dirty, debauched, and wrong. The stallion was using her body, abusing it for his own pleasure, uninvited, without given permission, but oh so wanted.

Between the drink, and the pleasure, Rarity could barely form a coherent thought, but she was enjoying herself. By Celestia was she enjoying herself.

Suddenly, the pumping stopped, except for a few sporadic ones, and Rarity barely remembered what was coming before it happened.

The liquids shot into her throat, most of them finding their way back in her already full mouth, and had to find room up her nostrils.

Rarity coughed and sputtered as she instinctively closed her eyes.

A hand grabbed her lips, and held them tight around the cock as it was pulled out, keeping the fluids in her mouth.

She didn’t get a chance to protest though, before the other hand grabbed her muzzle, and pinched her nostrils closed, while the first one was kept tightly over her mouth.

The message was clear: Swallow.

“Mmm!” Rarity protested, but the hands just squeezed tighter, and she closed her eyes again, and made a show of swallowing the contents in her mouth.

The hands bobbed her head slowly up and down, before tightening once again: Good, but he meant all of it.

After two additional slow and clear swallows, she was forced back onto the mattress, the hands still on her.

The ones keeping her nostrils shut relented though, letting Rarity take welcome, deep breaths.

Not that she needed it, as a living toy, but she felt like she needed it.

This was the most degrading experience in her life, and one the sexiest. She felt dirty, and violated, and so very turned on, and it was only just beginning.

The now free hand searched its way down to her panties, and ripped them off with one movement.

“Mmm!” Rarity protested again, though not meaning it, and tried scowling in the direction of the dark shadow taking such advantages of her, but to no effect.

She kicked with her legs, but her every movement felt so sluggish, like she couldn’t get more than one body part to move at once, and her attempts at violent thrashing just became squirming.

Her weak kicks accentuated her curvy shape, and the stallion grinned down at her, as he balled up Rarity’s panties in his hand, before letting up her muzzle.

“MM! Hel-”

That was as far as she got before her panties were shoved into her mouth, once again muffling her.

“Mmmmmm!” she cried behind her gag, as the stallion grabbed her bottle from the club, and started pouring it over her face, with a good bit of it soaking her panties, ensuring she wouldn’t get used to her drink, much less sober up, for a good while longer, with the rest showering her face, and making her close her eyes.

Rarity tried hitting at the arm that held her, but to no avail, it was like slapping a tree branch.

Then his other hand came back, this time with some hard cord that was tightened around her muzzle and fastened, trapping her panties in her mouth.

“Mmm-mmm!” Rarity cried again, now not having to worry about crying her approval instead of dismay, which she very much approved of. This stallion knew what he was doing.

Still blinking away the strong drink desperately, Rarity found herself being dragged by her arms on the mattress, where the stallion quickly started tying them above her head to some metal construction. It was unpleasant, but in a good way, as so many unpleasant things were as a doll.

For the first time, the hands disappeared, not that Rarity could help herself with her own hands tied above her head. With her eyes still closed, the sense of anticipation, and that delightful fear, intensified.

She knew that she couldn’t be harmed in any real way, but still, the sensation was tantalizing. Her mouth had already been raped, and she got the feeling that the worst, the best, was yet to come.

She managed to blink a few times, to see the silhouette of the large stallion standing a small distance away from her, apparently thoroughly enjoying the sight of her naked form. She tried closing her legs, but no matter what she did, she must’ve been giving him quite a show.

“Mmm, mm-mm!” she moaned into her wet panties, feeling his gaze upon her.

Rarity was practically shivering with lust and impatience came across as fear and helplessness to her observer. She could not imagine the situation more perfect.

She redoubled her efforts to shy away from the stallion, making her breasts jiggle from the effort. Rarity whimpered in delighted protest. Anything she did just accentuated her beautiful, wonderful form.

The silhouette slowly descended upon her, his face drawing nearer, and though she couldn’t make out any details in the darkness, she could sense his smirk, underlying his superiority over here.

And just as she thought she was going to be able to get even a hazy look at him, his face just over hers, a splash of liquid blinded her. He had poured some of the strong spirits into her eyes, making her instinctively shut them hard.

“MMMMMM!” she cried out in wonderful pain and humiliation, as she tried moaning through her gag, making it sound like scared sobs, as she felt his tongue licking her face. “Mmph! Mmf… mmf… mmf.”

A textile band was placed over her eyes, her choker, soaking up the drink and weighing her eyelids down.

The stallion backed away again, letting Rarity squirm in anticipation where she lay.

Suddenly, a finger poked Rarity on her nose, making her jerk away, startled. “Mmph!”

Once again, he backed away, making Rarity’s breathing calm down to almost-normal levels, before some fingers lightly brushed against her inner thigh, again startling her.

She could practically feel him laughing to himself in silence, before he slapped a hand against her breasts, eliciting the same reaction, and this time making her bosom softly jiggle back and forth, as it was prone to do.

Suddenly, strong hands grabbed her thighs, and pulled them apart, before he lowered himself between them and kept her from closing her legs.

He softly lowered himself over her, his hands coming to rest on her breasts, kneading them slowly, as he once again licked her face.

It didn’t top having his cock forced into her mouth, but it was up there when it came to humiliation.

Rarity shivered in delight. Everything was so right. She was a toy, and toys should be played with. She was even playing with herself. The feelings of shame and humiliation and violation, so potent, were games to her new toy self.

As a pony, Rarity was a classy lady, but she was also a toy, and if her player decided she should feel dirty and shamed, it was in her nature to oblige.

Suddenly, the stallion stepped up his game. Something poked against her butt. Something warm and hard.

“Hmm!? Mmm-mmmph!” Rarity moaned, shaking her head, wanting it more than anything else.

His hands slapped her buttocks with a meaty sound, forcing them apart as his elbows forced her thighs down. Then he did it.

His cock entered her pristine asshole. Of course, it was always pristine as a living toy, but the sense of intrusion was all the more potent.

“MMMMMMmmmmmm…” Rarity cried out in lament and celebration of her lost dignity, as the stallion rested his cock in her rear, before making small thrusting motions. “Mm-mm-mm-mm!”

She thought it could not get worse, or better, than this, until he moved his hands, and used one to knead her breasts, and put the other on her lower belly, his thumb resting on her clit, and stopped thrusting.

Rarity’s mind froze. She had been wrong, this would be worse, and better.

Rarity shook her head, and unseeingly aimed her head in the stallion’s direction. “Mmph! Mmmo- Mmmooo!”

In response, he started gently rocking his hips, fucking her rear, while his thumb gently caressed her exposed clit.

Rarity tried redoubling her begging, quaking with lust. “Mmmoo! Ph-phueee!” she managed through her gag, as he gradually sped up. “Ppphhhuee-eeee-eee-ee-eeeph!”

She couldn’t keep from showing how her body responded to his rough administrations. She was going to cum, and he knew it, he knew this made her feel good, and he was going to prove it. What’s more, she was going to climax with his cock in her rear.

Rarity kept moaning, faster and faster, as the edge came closer and closer.

Normally, she would take a moment to enjoy herself on the edge, but this time, she couldn’t have stopped herself even if the stallion didn’t shove her over immediately.

“MMMMMMMMMmmmmmm!” Rarity moaned, loud and long, into her gag, as she arched her back and came, hard.

It was too much. Too intense. Too good. Sleep took her.

Rarity giggled in delight as she woke up. Somepony had been wonderfully naughty, and tied her up, her hands above her head, gagged and blindfolded her, and was currently doing the favor of fucking her pussy.

“Mm-hm-hm,” she giggled again, before realization slowly hit her, and her delighted moans turned into frightened, excited cries. “Mmm… mmm… mm… m-mmph? Mmm!? MMMPH!?”

Memories came rushing back to her. How long had it been? Five seconds? Five minutes? Perhaps five hours? She doubted it was five days, but there was no way to truly tell.

The only frame of time was that the stallion had moved onto her pussy, but if this was after a long marathon or a very short while was impossible to say. She was about to cum again, but during a night like this, that didn’t help as a frame of time.

Suddenly, the stallion stopped, letting Rarity stop moaning, and leaving her panting instead, and aiming her head in his direction.

She knew he was looking at her as well, but the fact that she was blindfolded just served to further underline how in charge he was.

Eventually, he pulled out, making Rarity moan in protest before she could stop herself.

The stallion paused before climbing off the bed, in such a teasing manner.

He kneaded her breasts again for a moment, finishing with a slap. Rarity was pushed slightly further to climax, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

Rarity moaned again, and squirmed with her waist, longing for the cock to return.

The stallion stepped off the bed anyway, but didn’t walk away, instead just looking at her, a wide smirk no doubt on his face.

Rarity realized what he was doing. He was going to make her ask.

She took deep breaths, and turned her head away, before slowly opening her legs.

The stallion once again slowly lowered himself over her, but didn’t try to penetrate her.

Not just make her ask, make her beg.

Rarity kept taking long, steadying breaths, before shutting her eyes harder than before.

“... Phu… phueaee.”

He lay herself on top of her, but again, his cock stayed out of reach.

Her cheeks burning, her soul soaring, Rarity rocked her hips.

“Mmmm…” she moaned, in a pleading tone.

The stallion finally obliged, and slowly penetrated her to Rarity’s shamed approving moan.

But that’s all he did. Then he just waited.

Rarity, feeling more masochistic than she’d ever done in her life, laughed at herself, both cruelly and joyfully, making her sob into the panties in her mouth.

She sluggishly raised her legs and braced her hooves against the mattress, before rocking her loins, rubbing the cock against her insides.

Gently, her lust came back in full force, and she marched steadily towards the edge. The stallion obliged her by letting her savor the moment with some slow rockings, before she pushed herself over, again making her arch her back as she came.

Rarity was left panting, shamed and overjoyed, as the stallion lowered himself further over her, this time her face.

Something hard was gently placed inside her mouth, and the taste of the strong drink came back fresh.

Rarity coughed as the liquid slowly ran through her panties and into her mouth, as the stallion emptied the entire bottle.

With that, he once again raised himself to a sitting position, and the party in Rarity’s nethers resumed.

“Mmm-m-m-m-m-m-m…” she moaned, as she was rapidly rocked up and down, and approaching another climax.

Her senses started fading from the amount of drink inside her, and she barely registered sleep taking her as she tried focusing on the pleasure.

For the second time in a row, Rarity woke up feeling magnificent, before she slowly realized that she was tied down on a mattress somewhere, and had, to her immense satisfaction, been raped.

Now though, time must have passed, as she was, if not completely sober, much more in charge of her faculties than before.

She ineffectively looked around, listening intently, but hearing nothing that sounded like she wasn’t alone. In fact, there was what sounded like birdsong in the distance.

She tried shaking the choker clinging to her eyes off, before realizing that she had magic to help her. How she didn’t realize yesterday was beyond her, but she was also happy that was the case.

Rarity lifted her choker off, to see a simple hovel, empty, except for some dusty old furniture, a metal stove that her hands were tied to, and of course the bed with the mattress, and no sheet, she was lying on.

The sun was streaming in from a small window near the ceiling, almost horizontally, telling her that this was very early in the morning.

Whatever had held mouth shut was gone, and she used her magic to tug at the bindings around her wrists, before she gave up that approach, and willed her hands to hall off her arms, slipping out of the knots, and reattaching them.

She stood up, swaying only slightly, still feeling that adventurous nervousness tingle her very being.

Her panties were removed from her mouth, and she quickly slipped them back on, as she looked around, fruitlessly, for her dress, or any article of clothing.

There were none to be found though, the only thing she spotted was a small note on the mattress.

Rarity quickly picked it up, and scanned it. It read, ‘if you want a good time again, you know where to go.’

Rarity started panting in excitement and fear as she instinctively looked around again, confirming that she was alone in the small hovel.

Whoever the stallion had been, the night had indeed been wonderful. Scary, humiliating, and sexy, all in good ways.

She quickly rolled the note up, and slipped them in her panties, and found herself weak in the knees from even that slightest touch, the events of the night before fresh in her mind.

Rarity stepped quickly to the door, to find it unlocked. She opened it just a smidge, to see that the alley outside was currently empty. This was very early indeed.

She slipped outside, constantly looking around in case her attacker decided to come back, and closed the door behind her.

She put her hands on her breasts to keep them from jiggling too much, and ran down the alley, her cheeks red.

The end of it opened up to a larger street, and Rarity cursed herself for not familiarizing herself with Canterlot more.

She ran the other direction, the echo of her hooves clopping against the cobblestone sounding through the alley, before that one opened up to another street, a commercial one.

A few ponies were walking the streets, somepony was unlocking a story, and another was sweeping outside another.

Rarity leapt when she recognized a store of yarn and textiles. She knew this street, and from here knew the way to her Canterlot boutique.

She braced herself, and quickly darted across the street, her almost naked shape getting some surprised glances from the other ponies.

Through two more alleys, and Rarity found herself in front of her own store. Sassy Saddles wouldn’t be here for several hours. She finally removed her hands from her breasts, and tried the door. It was locked of course, but she lit up her horn and tried jimmying the lock open.

Just as the lock clicked its promise of salvation, Rarity heard a stallion clearing his throat behind her.

She turned around in surprise, just to see a royal guard standing in front of her, her cheeks turning what little more red they could.

“And what are you doing, miss?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, as he pulled out a notebook.

Rarity laughed nervously. “Ah, hahah, well, you see, sir. I’ve… uhm… I’m… the victim of a crime and… I’m just, uhm… trying to get decent.”

“The crime here is public indecency, and by the looks of it breaking and entering,” the guardstallion said, writing in his notepad.

“What!? No! No, officer, I’ve… I’ve lost my clothes because of this… crime!” Rarity stammered.

“You don’t seem very distressed,” the stallion noted.

Rarity had to admit that that was true. She did not feel distressed, she felt sexually satisfied.

“Do you have any identification?” he asked.

Rarity opened her mouth, and closed it again. The nerve! The unfairness of it all!

… It turned her on again.

“N-no, officer,” she said, and indicated her naked self with her hands, before placing them back over her breasts. “I don’t have anything on me.”

“Then I shall have to take you to the station,” he said, and started fishing out a pair of handcuffs.

“Wha-no! S-sir! I uh… can’t we make another arrangement?”

The guard stopped, and raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you trying to bribe me?” he asked. “That is another crime. Besides, you don’t look like you have any money on you.”

“No, sir, I can… let me just,” Rarity said, and opened the door to her boutique. “I should have money here.”

The guard looked up at the store sign. “This store belongs to Lady Rarity, and you are not her,” he said.

Rarity cursed it all. She had indeed changed her mane and tail.

“I have… access to this store, and uhm…” she gave him her best bedroom eyes. “Perhaps you might accept something other than money?”

The stallion gave her a long, hard look, before stepping into the store with her.

“Very well, make it good, and we’ll see.”

Rarity closed the door behind them, and sauntered over to the guard, swaying her hips as she did.

“Now, sir, let me just show how much I'd appreciate it if you wrote this whole matter off,” she said, as she went down on her knees in front of the guard, undoing his shirt and belt as she did.

“Go on,” he said, unflinching as his big, juicy cock came into view, almost poking Rarity in her muzzle, as he put a hand on her head. He was a prime specimen.

Rarity half-closed her eyes, and took the big cock in her mouth, running her tongue up and down it, when realization hit her.

She tried to pull back, but his hand held her firmly in place, so she looked up at his superior expression, wide-eyed, with his cock in her mouth.

The same cock she had had in her mouth just hours before.

The unfairness, the humiliation, it was indescribable. Indescribably sexy.

He started shoving her head back and forth over his length, using her mouth for his pleasure.

And her pleasure of course. The monstrousness of the situation twisting to fuel her pleasure, as she once again gurgled from her length poking down her throat over and over.

As he approached climax, he held her head to him, hilting in her throat, and brought something out from behind her back.

Her dress, which he dangled in front of her.

The message was clear: Swallow.

Rarity closed her eyes as he came again in her mouth, and swallowed, again, and again.

He pulled out of her, and let her catch her breath for only a second before speaking.

“Mmm, you’re good at that. Very good. Now get out.”

Rarity looked up at him again. “But sir!”

“I didn’t agree to let you steal from Lady Rarity,” he said, and advanced on her, making her stumble to her hooves and out the door.

He closed the door behind them, and threw the dress to her, but she didn’t dare put it on yet.

“Now what was that crime, miss?”

Rarity stared down at the ground. “N-nothing,” she said.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, sir,” she said.

“Good,” he said, and lifted her head to look her in the eyes. “Now if you want a good time, you know where to find me.”

“Y-yes sir,” she stammered.

“Convince me you understand.”

“If… if I want a… a good time… I know where to find you, sir.”

“Good, now move along.”

Rarity turned around, her dress still in her hands, and ran down the street, glancing back to see the guard smirking at her.

She rounded a corner, and leaned against the wall. A good time indeed, she almost came on the spot from the humiliation.

She looked around, and saw two stallions on the other side of the street looking at her.

Cheeks still burning, she slipped her dress over her head again, and adjusted it as she walked as fast as her shaking legs allowed her to the train station.

This would be a cherished memory. And she would indeed do this again.

A stallion lay on a bed. A stallion whose life had changed dramatically, for the better, once Princess Twilight had restored his limbs and turned his short, cursed existence as a living sex toy into a blessed existence as a rubber sex toy.

He considered himself heterosexual, and often wondered how he could.

Of course, his limbs were currently off again, and he wore a stout latex blindfold, ballgag, ear plugs, and a big, metal chastity cage arrangement that his cock constantly raged against.

Suddenly, his gag, and one of his earplugs, were removed.

“You were gone a long time,” he noted.

“I got a mission from Princess Luna,” his lover, another rubber doll stallion, said.

“Really? What was it?”

“Well… I shouldn’t say,” his lover said, as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best. You know, make sure I know my place and all that,” the straight stallion said, as he wiggled his hips and shoulders.

“... Alright, but promise not to tell anypony. Lady Rarity came to Canterlot, looking to get fulfil a rape fantasy. You know, she wanted to feel dominated, humiliated, as you do.”

“As you do,” the other agreed.

“So she passed out in an alley, Princess Luna saw what she was after, and sent me to… oblige.”

No answer was coming, and the currently limbed stallion turned around to see his friend lying there with his mouth open.

“You got to buck Lady Rarity!?”

“Well… yes.”

“How was it!?”

“She was lovely. So soft, so tight-”

“I can’t believe this! They sent the gay stallion out to fuck Rarity!?”

“I’m no more gay than you’re straight,” he said, and chuckled.

“Fine, but still… you lucky mutherbucker.”

“She might be back, and she might be up for more than one stallion.”

“Oh Celestia I hope so.”