My Little Orgy 2

by Typist Gray

Chapter 40: Suiting for Success

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In Carousel Boutique, Rarity was very busy staring at her latest design sketch as though she were a teen ogling the latest boy band. “Oh, Opal, can’t you just picture it? Mwah stepping out in a new gown at the Grand Galloping Gala of Canterlot!”

While Rarity’s pet cat normally had an expression of resting bitch face, the look the feline gave the mare seemed especially annoyed. All the cat wanted to do was take a nap after a long day’s work of doing nothing, yet fashion horse’s incessant gushing and (figuratively) sucking herself off had made that goal all but impossible to achieve.

“Why yes, I did make it myself,” Rarity confirmed, fluttering her eyelashes while practicing her cute pouty face. “What’s that, Opal? You want to help? Well, of course, I’ll let you… Wait.” Rarity had already grabbed a plethora of items in her magic. However, when she looked around the room, there was no cat to be found. “Where’d you go?”

The answer came when the door slammed shut after the cat made her exit.

“Oh, pooh,” Rarity sighed in disappointment. “Although, I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised. Training a cat to be my assistant is like, well, training a cat,” she said to herself, trying to fill the silence of her design room. “Spike and Sweetie are off playing with their little friends, doing Molestia-knows-what, and getting into all manner of trouble.” She tittered daintily to herself. “I’m glad they’re getting along, but now I find myself without a proper assistant.”

Rarity looked around the room, surveying the marequins and piles of materials as if in search of help. “If I were skilled in animancy, I could cobble together a golem made of cloth. Hmm, but no. A mindless automaton would be useless in providing the mental and physical stimulation necessary to spark my creative genius,” she lamented dramatically. “Oh, well. I’ll just make do.” Sighing her acquiescence, Rarity set about the task of setting up the base for her dress.

Then the doorbell rang.

“A customer?” Rarity asked the air, feeling her guts tighten in anticipation. Her ears perked, listening for any signs of distress as she remained at her workstation. If the guest was new, odds were that she’d soon hear their cries of anguish after falling into one of her traps. Even veterans of her shop would be hard-pressed to properly navigate her latest array of traps. Rarity pranced in place a little, giddy with anticipation for all the ways she could take inspiration from this unexpected but most welcome intrusion.

Then the door to her design room opened, squashing her hopes for a plaything this afternoon.

“Howdy, Rarity,” AJ greeted. Twilight walked in close behind. “Got a minute?”

“Well, certainly, darling.” She turned from her station and touched herself up a bit to be more presentable. “What can I help you with?”

From her saddlebags, Twilight extracted a red dress and laid it out on a nearby table. It was a simple thing, bordering on plain. The main body was various shades of red and maroon, while the sleeves were yellow. The wavy pattern of the edges made things slightly less boring to the fashion horse’s eyes, but only slightly.

“I was hoping you could help me fix a button,” Twilight said. “It’s my dress for the Grand Galloping Gala.”

Rarity’s body went rigid, and not in a good way. Her look of forced interest had quickly been swallowed up by frightful disgust. “Oh, no-no-no! You can’t wear this ugh, old thing.” She batted her hoof like she was shooing a rat. “You need a new outfit for the Gala. Don’t worry. I’ll make it for you, no problem at all. It’ll be my pleasure.”

“That’s sweet of you to offer, but I can’t let you do that,” Twilight politely declined. “It’ll be so much work.”

“Not ta mention she ain’t told ya the price yet,” AJ added warily. “Never trust a pony offerin’ stuff fer free.”

“Oh, AJ, why do you have to be so paranoid?”

“Cuz you’ve got a pretty solid business goin’,” AJ deadpanned. “An’ that don’t happen if’n ya go around givin’ product away fer free.”

“Well, you got me there,” Rarity tittered her concession. “Very astute observation, but you’re right. Like all top-tier seamstresses, I was planning on sewing my brand in so that ponies would know exactly who is responsible for making this lovely mare even more radiant. And, given that this is Twilight Sparkle we’re talking about, mingling with the finest Equestria has to offer, well, most ponies can only dream of that kind of advertising.”

“Alright, she’s safe,” AJ said to Twilight, giving her stamp of approval that there likely wasn’t any other fine print for the naïve unicorn to worry about.

“Trust me, darling,” Rarity directed at Twilight. “We will both benefit from this endeavor. You will look your very best, and I can expect a spike in patronage in the following months. Besides, I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“Well… alright,” Twilight relented. “Thank you for your generosity, Rarity. Knowing your work, I know it’ll be absolutely beautiful.”

“I might have said jaw-droppingly gorgeous,” Rarity offered playfully, “but yours is true, too.” Then fashion horse turned a skeptical eye on the farmer. “Let me guess, Apple Jack. You don’t want a new gown either.”

AJ heard Rarity’s tone clear as day. It practically screamed that the white unicorn was ready for a challenge. She was ready for the farmer to offer some form of resistance, and fully prepared to nag that resistance right out of her. “Gown? Shoot,” AJ dismissed, hiding her evil smirk as she imagined Rarity’s reaction to her next words. “I was jus’ gonna wear mah old work duds.”

Rarity gasped, her mouth opening and closing like a landed fish. “Wha-a… You can’t possibly be serious! You absolutely must wear formal attire.”

AJ tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm. Nah.”

Rarity flinched as if struck, sputtering as she desperately sought to find the words to describe the severity of this travesty.

Finally, AJ broke down into giggles. “Ah’m jus’ foolin’ with ya, Rarity. Ah actually got this thing in mah closet. It’s like mah duds, but more fancy. Ah bring it out whenever Filthy wants ta show off the farm ta some big buyer from somewhere Ah can’t even pronounce.” Rarity was visibly deflating as the tension left her body. “Though, Ah guess it has been a while. Maybe ya’ll could spruce ‘em up a li’l?”

Rarity grinned from ear-to-ear. “I would be most delighted, darling.”

“Jus’ don’t make ‘em too,” AJ waved her hoof uncertainly, “fru-fruey.”

“Deal!”

“Look out below!”

Ears perked and sphincter puckered; Rarity immediately prepared for a far less welcome intruder. Lighting her magic, she went through the practiced motions of opening the skylight, followed by arranging a line of cushions just so and ending with a spot for the intruder to ‘rest.’

Rainbow fell through the skylight, not realizing it had been built around the hole she’d made the last time she’d lost control and unintentionally broke in. She was surprised and relieved to not land on a hard wooden floor, but a nice and comfy cushion. The speedster bounced on the first cushion, once more on the second cushion, and allowed momentum to carry her along three more cushions and right into a wall. Except that there was a precarious tangle of threads arranged like a net just in front of the wall. Rainbow was stopped from hitting the wall, but she quickly found that she couldn’t move. Her limbs had been caught in the tangle.

“Hehe, sorry,” the speedster dizzily said, not yet registering her predicament. “New trick. Didn’t quite work out.”

“That was amazing, Rarity,” Twilight awed as she examined the setup Rainbow had fallen through. “I could use one of these back at the treebrary. Rainbow breaks in a lot. Sometimes on purpose.”

“This was actually the first field test of my Crashing Rainbow Protocol,” Rarity bragged. “I’m glad it worked out. Although, now that I think about it…” She trailed off as she eyed the cyan mare. She was only starting to realize that she’d been trapped, but the way the threads wrapped around her lean frame began to stir something in the unicorn. “Ide-ea!” she sang.

“Thaaat’s probably not good for me,” RD deadpanned.

“I’ll make you an outfit for the Gala, too, Rainbow Dash!”

The speedster looked around as if searching for the target of the fashionista’s attention. “You’ll make what now?”

“Rarity plans on givin’ us all new dresses fer the upcomin’ Gala,” AJ explained succinctly. “She says it’s free advertisin’ on her end, so we’ll get the dresses free.”

“Cool. I like free stuff,” RD admitted.

“Oh, and Pinkie and Fluttershy, too,” Rarity gushed. “Hmm, and perhaps something dapper for Spike as well. Oh! And we can’t forget about Gilda and Trixie.”

“We can’t?” AJ asked.

“Certainly not.” Rarity levitated her ticket out from its hiding place and held it up for all to see. “You see right here. These tickets are good for a guest and their plus one. Sweetie’s a little young for the Gala, so I’m still in the market for a proper date. However, I figured you two,” she pointed between Twilight and RD, “would want to bring your slaves along.”

“Gilda’s not ready to put the collar on yet,” RD corrected. “But that’s not a bad idea. Heh. Saves me the trouble of hiring a sitter, at least.”

“Agreed. If I were to take a date, it would be Apple Jack,” Twilight informed happily. “But since she already has a ticket, I guess I might as well show off my new slave to everypony.”

“We could even hold our own fashion show, right here in town!” Rarity added, riding this hype train to the end. “It’ll be the perfect debut for the upcoming sensation of Fashion Rarity!”

“Hold on there,” AJ cut in. “Ya’ll really think ya can handle makin’ all them dresses an’ settin’ up a whole show?”

“We can handle the show part,” Twilight volunteered. “I can do some research on how these things are set up and make all the arrangements.”

“This is sounding like it’ll cost a whole lot more than free,” RD observed.

“Well, Ah guess we’ve got some spare lumber back at the farm,” AJ offered. “If Twilight does the design, me ‘n’ some o’ the slaves can do the work puttin’ it together.”

“Oh, thank you both!” Rarity ran up to the purple and orange mares, throwing her arms around their necks and pulling them into a fierce yet ladylike embrace. “This’ll be a bit of work, but I already know it’s going to be such fun!”

“I love fun things,” RD contributed.

Then, as Rarity rushed to get started at her workstation to begin her latest and – no doubt – greatest creations to date, AJ strolled up to her side. “So, all ya’ll got to do is make a different, stunin’, original outfit fer one, two… six ponies, plus a drake, a griffon, an’ yerself in lickity split?”

“Oh, Apple Jack,” Rarity laughed condescendingly. “You make it sound as if it’s going to be hard.”

AJ rolled her eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Have fun with that.” She waved farewell as she and Twilight left the room.

“Uh, guys,” RD called after them. “I, uh, can’t seem to move.”

They ignored her.

“Well, of course not, darling,” Rarity cooed. “After all, this trap was designed special for you.”

RD froze. Her stomach felt like it was doing backflips while her anus clenched tight enough to crush diamond. She knew that tone in Rarity’s voice all too well.

“A mare can only afford so many roof repairs in a single month. It’s gotten so bad that construction crews no longer accept sexual favors. A new policy says they can only accept actual payment for work. The best I can get for showing them a good time these days is a discount. And it’s all your fault!”

RD winced as if struck.

“However,” Rarity continued, “since I know you don’t have any bits on you to compensate for the trouble I went through to set this up, I suppose I’ll have to extract my satisfaction some other way.”

RD swallowed the lump in her throat. “O-okay, fine,” she forced herself to say. Escape had already proved beyond her reach. More than that, she couldn’t fault the fashionista’s logic. With the pride of the ancient pegasus warriors at her back, RD straightened up to graciously accept her recompense. “We both know where this is going, so just get it over with.”

With a frightening grin of satisfaction, Rarity began her work. She tugged at the various threads with the expertise of a spider and her web. Each tug was carefully made to pull at RD’s body. The speedster soon found herself suspended in midair, belly up, and her limbs spread out wide. She’d also been rotated around so that she was facing Rarity upside down, if a tad lower than eye level.

“My, my, my, it has been a while since we had a proper session,” Rarity purred deeply. She nosed at RD’s chin, just enough to tickle, and felt a rush of satisfaction when the cyan mare shivered. “You always used to fly away before I could ensnare you properly. Do you regret how things have changed?”

RD gave an audible swallow. “It’s, uh, kind of a mixed bag,” she admitted honestly. She normally wasn’t one for feeling helpless, but there was something about Rarity’s body language that just screamed power. It was something she’d always respected, and it turned her on something fierce. Her cock was already at half-mast, and she could feel her pussy winking.

Rarity hummed thoughtfully as her gaze glided along her toy’s frame. “So skinny,” she chided in disappointment. “I know you fliers like to build yourself for speed, but you’re practically skin and bones. You know, there are ponies who call you brave for so willingly sitting on Gilda’s face, what with that sharp beak and all. But I think she is the brave one for risking cutting herself on those box cutters you call an ass.”

“Hey! Don’t dis the booty!”

“But darling,” Rarity taunted as she gave the threads another tug. This time more strands shot out of nowhere and, as if by magic, wrapped themselves ever so tightly around the speedster’s teats, plot, balls, and even down her slit in an almost wedgy. “How can I dis what isn’t there?”

RD growled her disdain and tried to struggle. Unfortunately, this quickly proved to be a mistake as the threads tightened around her, digging into her slit and squeezing her breasts and balls. She stopped before things got too painful, but it still registered what had just happened. Rarity’s words only made it worse.

“This is what you get for resisting, darling.” Her words sounded apologetic, but laced with a dangerous venom specially honed to make her toy’s blood run cold. She loved this part, loved watching the fear take hold as even the bravest souls came to terms with their fate. Unable to help herself, she pressed her muzzle into RD’s collar bone and gave an affectionate nuzzle, wordlessly thanking the bound mare for this experience, for this bounty she was about to consume. She even gave the mare’s neck a playful nibble, the resulting moans just making her all the more wet. “Just relax, and we will both get what we want.”

RD moaned, biting back a slew of swears that would curl a sailor’s hair. That would only provoke the mad seamstress into further retaliation. She was a little impressed with her own self-control, but that was short-lived when she saw Rarity’s horn glow. There was the sound of movement just outside of her field of vision. Her pucker was already clenching hard enough to hurt. Something had been picked up, but she couldn’t see. Not knowing just made her anxiety worse, but she bit that back as well. She might have submitted to this out of a sense of reciprocity, but there was no way she was going to give this crazy bitch any more satisfaction than absolutely necessary.

Guessing her plaything’s line of thinking, Rarity put the perfume bottle back into place. Instead, she shifted through the other assorted items on the shelf, deliberately clinking them together to drive RD mad with uncertainty. When she felt this part had gone on long enough, she finally made her selection. Technically speaking, it was a back scratcher, but one that had been custom ordered just for her. Eager to share this treasure, she touched the sharp ends of the claw to RD’s belly.

The speedster flinched, but what her mind registered as a claw continued to move as Rarity watched her with acute fascination. Despite herself, she moaned. The claw felt good, scratching and touching her in ways that a hoof simply couldn’t. Maybe Gilda could have attempted something like this, but her claws were too big and too sharp, posing a very real danger. However, this thing in Rarity’s grip seemed to have had the sharp ends blunted just enough to maintain the good feelings without posing any risk.

“Do you know what this is?” asked Rarity, eager to brag. She didn’t wait for a response and levitated the item before RD’s face. “It’s a mold of Spikey-wikey’s little claw,” she revealed in a babyish coo.

“Uh, why do you have that?” RD was even more weirded out than she expected to be.

“Fingers are just the best, darling!” gushed fashion horse. “They’re just so versatile, able to switch between all levels of pressure and provide a variety of textures, all in the blink of an eye. When I told him, Spikey-wikey was more than willing to, hehe, lend me a helping hand.” She waved the stone mold around as she tittered at her own terrible pun.

RD rolled her eyes, which she immediately regretted. A paddle she hadn’t seen suddenly whistled through the air before delivering a fierce smack upon her bottom. “Yipe!”

“Now, now, darling. It is unbecoming of a lady to be so rude to one’s host. I’ve gone through all this trouble just for you,” she tightened the threads that squeezed the speedster’s delicate bits, “and you haven’t even thanked me for it.”

RD growled, bearing her gritted teeth. “As soon as I’m out of here, I’m going to fuck you silly.”

Rarity tsked and touched the claw to the speedster’s nose in a pseudo-boop. “Not if I fuck you first.” Her promise made, Rarity reared up on her hind legs, showing off her erect cock and dangling balls. Usually, she’d have taken the time to coax her plaything into eating her out, but she now remembered that she was on a bit of a timetable with having to fill so many orders. As such, she planted her forehooves on threads that, impressively, held her weight without disturbing those that held her toy.

RD’s nostrils were flooded with a mix of perfume and mare musk, the aromas blending together in such a way that only enhanced the speedster’s arousal. The tower of masculine prowess was white as marble and thick as a stone column. It mesmerized her, bouncing and swaying as it did, teasing her with its very existence. RD pulled her tongue back as soon as she realized it had left her lips, reaching out in longing for the tower of meat.

Rarity tsked again and took a couple of small steps forward. She could have just reared back and used magic to take RD’s throat then and there, but that wasn’t her style. Even on a time crunch, some formalities needed to be observed. Her partner had to want it, had to be made to want it. She bounced her hips, bobbing her cock in such a way that it batted around her plaything’s face.

RD could practically taste the pungent aroma of Rarity’s sex. She didn’t even mind the way it was smacking at her face, each blow chipping away at her resolve. Her pussy ached. Against her will, her whole body craved to be filled with this magnificent blessing of magic. Finally, she could take it no more, and extended her tongue. The flavor exploded onto her organ with its powerful and domineering taste. She’d tasted it before, but while she could ascribe qualities like being spicy or sweet, she ultimately couldn’t describe the flavor as anything other than Rarity.

Rarity beamed her satisfaction as she felt her plaything finally comply. RD was no nervous virgin either, fervently exploring the white mare’s cock for the tastiest spot that would yield the loudest results from its owner. This also impressed Rarity, for it showed that RD wasn’t merely submitting. The Element of Domination was trying to seize control by making her captor climax first.

Amused by this challenge, Rarity agreed to meet it when she set the claw and paddle down and instead snatched up one of her favorite dildos. As befitting a high-class mare, she never settled for generic models, so this one was custom-made after her own dick. Gently she kissed the tip of the toy to her plaything’s twitching nether lips. They winked, trying to reach out and take the phallus, but she held it firm. “You know what to do,” she reminded sternly.

Scowling, RD gave an almost imperceptible nod and opened her mouth wide. It took a little effort, but eventually, she was able to reach her muzzle out enough to wrap her lips around Rarity’s tip. The mighty, meaty shaft began to insert itself smoothly into the mare’s muzzle. The touch of the medial ring to her lips made its owner give a ladylike squeak, but she pressed on. RD hummed in delight, almost relieved as she felt the cock enter her welcoming throat and stretch it out. It just felt good to have a cock inside her, no matter the hole.

Speaking of holes, Rarity praised her plaything’s efforts. “Good girl.” And she rewarded her by pressing the dildo into her nether lips. She could feel RD’s throat vibrate as she hummed her delight. It was heavenly. “Now you’re getting what you truly deserve, what you crave, and all you had to do was submit. Isn’t that lovely?”

RD growled again, but it was too late to turn back. She’d already realized the dildo spreading her snatch was modeled after Rarity’s mare meat, but didn’t really care. A dildo was a dildo, and this one wasn’t moving as a dildo was meant to. Knowing there was only one way to get things going, RD took the lead and tried to pull back along Rarity’s massive cock. Her tongue could only reach so far, but she found the best results along the medial ring. With her own leverage subpar, RD worked to swing herself in the threads, essentially using her mouth and throat as a cock sleeve.

Her silent wish was granted when Rarity started moving the dildo around. However, it seemed like the unicorn had felt especially inspired this morning, for she did more than just the old in-out. Gripping the base in her magic, the unicorn went the extra mile of turning the thing clockwise as she pumped, increasing the friction as it twisted around in the pegasus’ insides.

Rarity felt her cock twitch as the hot wetness of her plaything’s throat constricted around it. Scholars would probably be debating for centuries to come on which orifice was the best cock sleeve, but Rarity was more enthralled by the pony attached to said orifice. A pony had will, sensation, and a desire to be fucked. Toys were all well and good, but it was in manipulating and appealing to that will and desire that truly got Rarity off.

“C-cumming!” she warned mere seconds before her cock expanded. Her load was released directly into RD’s esophagus, forcing her to convulsively swallow and savor the white cock for all it had. At the same time, Rarity felt RD’s body hitch when her own orgasm hit. She continued to twist the dildo inside the poor mare, extending her orgasm unnaturally long before she petered out. After nearly a minute of this milking, Rarity pulled out. She tittered when she felt RD’s tongue lash out in search of any lingering semen. She was glad that the mare managed to find a little, digging into Rarity’s urethra with her oral appendage to lap up the salty treat.

Seeing how exhausted her cyan lover had become, Rarity pulled the master thread and gently set RD down to the floor. Her pussy leaked all over the floor, but her cock was still twitching from its lack of attention. Rarity tittered at the sight. And although she could have just chucked the poor thing out the door then and there, she decided to be generous. After all, RD had put up so little fight. It seemed only fair that she receive an additional reward, apart from the pleasure of being fucked by the most fabulous mare in Ponyville.

Rarity used some of her remaining threads to bind the mare’s wings and hooves. Then, lifting her in her magic, she merrily trotted to the front door while her magic pumped away at the cyan cock. It was admittedly a little crude and devoid of technique. Still, Rarity rationalized that it would just add to the speedster’s humiliation by giving her some sloppy seconds as an afterthought. After all, this had started as punishment to deter her from any future break-ins. By the time the winged mare climaxed, she was hovering just over the boutique’s front porch.

With her obligations to etiquette fulfilled, Rarity literally kicked RD in the ass, sending her flying almost two full feet into the dirt. It was in seeing the results of her physical labor that Rarity reached two very important conclusions. The first was that she needed to work out more. She didn’t want to end up like Twilight and be so over-reliant on magic that she risked forgetting how to walk. The second realization was that despite pegasus’ bones being light to enable their flying, they were remarkably durable, so durable, in fact, that Rarity was suddenly stricken with the fear that she might have just broken her ankle in a misguided effort to add injury to insult.

“Aaah!”


Author's Note

Now for the dress-making episode. As per usual, I have the episode playing in the background so that I can follow the dialogue and scene as closely as possible… right up until I decide to deviate to accommodate these perverted characters. I threw in some Rarity on Rainbow, but otherwise, this part was primarily set up.

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