Rarity’s head hung off the bed, her perfectly groomed mane barely touching the floor as Prince Blueblood’s balls smacked her face, wet with the liberal amount of saliva oozing from her mouth. She arched her head back, making a perfect line for her partner to plunge deep within. The poor thing was having a rough time as it was, brutishly lancing his way against the back of her throat, but failing to get to the tight tissue deeper within.
Part of her enjoyed the feeble attempts of a should-be experienced suitor, when it was she who was supposed to be the bumbling country dweller. Still, the scent of their sex was driving her mad to the point where she had to stop herself from reaching forward to get herself off. Ah, ah, ah, Rarity. Now’s his turn. You’ll get all the payback you want when he’s satisfied. She angled her tongue to twist around his dick. She managed to grin even under the circumstances when her teasing caresses caused him to groan.
Finally, her efforts to pump his gas got him to press hard in just the right way and she gulped, letting his whole length glide down her throat. She gagged when his balls pushed against her snout again, and her makeup ran black down her pretty white coat. Despite the challenge, she reached forward with both her hooves and began to massage the orbs, gaining her another loud groan. She kneaded the flesh, feeling how he tensed and sighed at her slightest movement. The softness of her hooves teased his extremely tender orbs, going agonizingly slow; she didn’t want him to nut, not yet. So with great skill, she managed to pleasure his balls as she fought to breath, though his balls were more important than breathing at the moment.
And finally, that was all the coaxing he needed. The stuffy stallion began quickly thrusting deep inside, eliciting the soft “Glk, glk, glk,” from the mare, working hard to maintain her sanity as her soft front orifice was soundly pounded. He leaned forward and held onto the edge of the bed, throwing his weight into the act and enjoying all the help her slick throat made to stretch and give way to his fair girth. She soon lost all ability to help him along and grasped at the silk sheets. Her well-brushed hair curls brushed and ground against his shaft when it came out, and the slight crevices in her velvety mouth accommodated his medial ring as it rammed within.
It was a one way road. As each thrust hilted deep as it could, she felt his tip flare up. In moments, his momentary groans of pleasure became throatier and more incessant. He rammed harder and harder, until he had his fill. Then with all the grace of a dead duck piloting a deflating blimp, he hilted himself for the last time, and unleashed the kraken. Loads of sticky cum splooged straight down her throat, filling her stomach. He didn’t wait too long to finish either, and pulled out to force her to swallow every last strand and tongue-bathe him squeaky clean.
“Are you dehydrated or something? Your throat wasn’t all that wet like it should be,” Blueblood said. “It felt like my dick was fucking sandpaper; at least my seed will be a good lube for our next session.”
“Oh, I have something just for that, my love!” Rarity moaned softly as she swallowed the last little bit of his load, her stomach feeling a little bloated like she’d just eaten a four-course meal. With the tip of his cock perched on her lips, she licked it with a fervent passion, cleaning his cock just like a good, sweet little mare would do for their future husband. She had to make the best of first impressions after all, and showing him that she could take his cock all the way to the base was a good first step, but she knew in her heart of hearts that she had to do more to impress her well-hung prince.
Licking her lips clean of his cum, Rarity rolled over onto her belly and shot him a sly grin. “Well now, that was quite the rutting, my prince,” she said, opening her mouth wide to show him that she had truly swallowed all that he had to offer her. Rarity eyed his cock, using her magic to stroke him back to full mast. “Before we go again, I must have you know that a proper lady such as myself always cleans up. One must look prim and proper, after all!” She reached into her saddlebag that lay beside her and pulled out a lady’s most trusted item, the one thing that they depended on to make their lives complete: tide pods.
“What are thoooose?!” Blueblood screamed as he pointed at her, watching as she popped a couple into her mouth with joy.
“Oh, these little things?” Rarity swallowed one entirely whole, then pushed the other one around in her mouth with her tongue, admiring its many curves like she’d done many times before. “Well, they work amazingly well to clean up what you just pumped into my stomach; cum is dirty, and proper ladies cannot be dirty, inside or outside. This one...” She pushed the one in her mouth between her lips. “Is meant to clean my mouth and...” She shot him a sly grin as she bit down on the squishy tide pod, a little bit of its amazing cleaning juice leaking down her chin, marking her for the rest of the night with the scent of cleanliness. She felt a shiver down her neck as its scent travelled up her nostrils, making her loins pulse with lust. “Make it really slick for the next round...” she said, her voice full of lust and desire for his cock.
Rarity spread the tide pod’s juices all around her mouth, coating her gums, molars, wisdom teeth, and tongue with the sweet-tasting juice. She licked the roof of her mouth a few times to give it a good, solid coat for another throat fucking, then swallowed the rest, coating the first few inches of her throat with the makeshift lube. “Oh, I almost forgot!” She grabbed another tide pod and a small dildo, lined the tide pod up with her snatch, then used the dildo to push it all the way inside her. She clamped down on it many, many times until she felt it burst deep within her core. “I just might have forgotten to freshen up down there, my sweet prince. I will not allow you to rut anything but the cleanest of ladies!”
Blueblood chuckled as he once again stepped over his lady. “You know, I really think that’s fucking hot. I never knew tide pods would turn me on so much...” He groaned as Rarity used her magic to pull him forward, her hot and warm mouth wrapping around his cock again. “You weren’t kidding when you said that this was a good lube, you slut!” he said, ramming his cock all the way down Rarity’s throat in one smooth motion. “Wow, I... uh...” His bucking slowed down to a halt, his bushy eyebrows furrowing like a rodent in a burrow. He whipped his cock out in a flash, just like The Flash TM, his tip smacking against Rarity’s muzzle as it popped free from her lips.
“What’s wrong, deary?” Rarity asked.
“I can’t feel anything down there!” Blueblood’s frown turned upside down. “Your tide pods made me unable to feel anything! See?” He grabbed a hammer with his magic, placed his cock on the nightstand, and whacked his cock with the hammer until he grew weary from the mental exhaustion. “See?! I can’t feel a fucking thing! And I... I...” He took a few deep breaths as he advanced on his prey, the one who made his heart lust for kinky tide pod sex. “And I think that’s fucking cool! It’s at least one hundred twenty percent cooler! With the way the night is progressing..." His eyes fell upon Rarity's thick strap-on that lay on the bed beside her. "I might need one of those for my ass.”
