A Day in the Life

by Arcane_Sigil

Rating: mature
Tags: Drama, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Romance, Equestria Girls, Sex, Main 7 (EqG), Profanity, Non-consensual, Crossover, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 7262

Short stories based in the EQG universe, of all manner of things that popped into my head. I hope you enjoy.

A Day in the Life series. Sets of 3 short stories based on the lives of our favorite Human pony girls. No real rhyme or reason behind them, Each one will be released at least a day per chapter. If not, don't panic. Can our favorite characters survive these strange, kinky, sexy, and down right weird occurrences?

Published 2018-05-25 17:10:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-07-08 22:37:14 UTC

A Day in the Life of a Fashionista, Part 1

Rarity sat up, stretching languidly. Her back popped a couple of times, not that she cared. Alone in her room, she could do whatever she pleased. Wear whatever she pleased. Or didn’t please, as the case was. Climbing off of her bed, she stared at her naked body in the floor length mirror on her closet door. Perky B cup breasts, a figure any model would die for. The one thing she wasn’t too pleased about was her hair. Every morning, it was a badly tangled mess of purple knots.

That fix was simple enough. A shower with shampoo and conditioner would… she froze as she turned around. Laying in her bed, arm splayed out, was… someone. He wasn’t entirely familiar. Not really. She knew she’d seen him somewhere, but she wasn’t sure where. Looking around the room, she spotted his jacket and immediately knew. The one time she’d allowed Rainbow Dash to talk her into going to a club in the city, she’d come home with one of the musicians. Crossed quarter notes in blue and red surrounded by a circled sound wave.

“Brand Vocal. The owner of Vocalized Sublimity. A club that allowed minors because they didn’t serve alcohol. Vinyl Scratch works there in the evening.” she thought as she stared at him. Attempting to sneak from the room, she froze again as she felt something. Racing into the bathroom, she froze in front of the mirror and looked herself over. She hadn’t noticed in the mirror in her room. Not because she was oblivious, but because she hadn’t been looking. Her neck was covered with hickeys. Even each of her nipples was surrounded by teeth marks. “He bit my breasts? Did we really… get that intimate last night?” she asked herself.

Closing the bathroom door, she pulled her shower seat over to the mirror and sat down. Sucking in a calming breath, she closed her eyes as her fingers went to her slit, spreading it open just slightly. Peeking out of the corner of one of her eyes, she released a sigh of relief. They hadn’t had sex. Perhaps she hadn’t been that inebriated after all. Even clenching her stomach a little, as if pushing something out of her, she didn’t see anything. No fluids that weren’t hers.

“Ok… so he bit me, but we didn’t have sex. Nothing to worry about then Rarity. You just panicked for no reason. Besides… maybe he’s not so bad. Perhaps he’s nothing like the rumors and articles in Ponyville Weekly say. Perhaps he’s kind and gentle, and generous with his friends and lovers. Did I just say that? Are we really lovers? Can I consider him my lover if we slept together? Naked? And didn’t do anything?” she thought to herself.

“I don’t feel any different. I don’t feel like we did anything. And I didn’t get that drunk, did I?” she asked herself before walking out of the bathroom, a velvet bathrobe wrapped around herself. Stopping in the doorway, she felt her cheeks heat. He was awake, mid yawn and stretch. “G… Good morning.” She stuttered and he smiled at her, nearly making her go weak in the knees. “Sweet Satin that smile…” she thought to herself.

“Mornin’. Did I surprise you?” He asked and she nodded. “Expected. We were both pretty sloshed last night.” He said and she blinked, immediately thinking back to the night before.

Last Night.

Rarity sipped lightly at her beverage, Rainbow Dash and Applejack having all but abandoned her to join Sunset Shimmer on the dance floor. Sunset hadn’t come with them, she was there with the DJ, Vinyl Scratch, as a guest. She didn’t mind though. Sunset was there and Rainbow and Applejack weren’t ones to miss out on excitement. The only ones of her friends not here were Pinkie Pie, which was a bit of a surprise, Fluttershy, and Twilight.

Sighing, she reached for her drink, wrapped her fingers around it, and brought it to her lips, taking a light sip and nearly choking. That wasn’t her drink. Putting it on the table, she looked at the offending beverage and blanched. Brown beer. She’d drunk someone elses' beverage. Looking around for the owner of the drink, she froze. “I’m sorry miss. I must have put my drink down where they were going to put yours.” He said and she just nodded dumbly. Stunning bronze hair, eyes that shown like emeralds, skin the color of alabaster. She knew him. The club owner.

“Hey Brand.” A voice said and the two of them turned to see Vinyl approaching. Brand Vocal smiled at his favorite DJ and shared a high five with her.

“Great set Vinyl. Wish you’d sign on permanently.” He said and she shrugged.

“Eh, I’d be stuck behind that turn table of yours all day and you know I love my baby.” She said, hugging a long bag to her chest. Rarity wondered if it was a mobile keyboard, or a keytar like hers.

“I’d let you play it if you had the hook up equipment. But, them’s the breaks. Here ya go, your pay for the set.” He said as he passed her a rolled up wad of bills.

“Holy cheese, really?” He nodded. “Five grand?” Nod again. “For real? No catch?”

“The only catch is you gotta sleep with me.” He said and her eye brows shot up into her hairline until he burst out laughing. “I’m kidding. No catch Scratch. You did a great set tonight. There’s a spot open tomorrow if you want it. Same pay, same hours. I’ll even pay my driver to drive you home.”

“Holy crap Brand, this is more than I made helpin’ the girls with their Dance Magic music vid.” She said and he shrugged.

“I own a club. What, did you think I wouldn’t make more than a simple music video?”

“Simple? You thought that was simple?” Rarity asked and he turned around and looked at her as she stood up and stuck her finger against his “rock hard… supple… gorgeous…” chest. “I will have you know I worked my heart and soul on those outfits and that set. My friends and I made that video with all our hearts to earn money to go to Camp Everfree.” She said and he just smiled. “What are you smiling about? You insult my work and you think it’s funny?”

“No, not at all. I just think it’s… mildly funny that you’re wearing more of your drink than you swallowed.” He said and she looked down at her dress and gasped. “Hey, if it’s any consolation, I’ll pay to have it cleaned. Come on into the back and you can change into one of the stage hand outfits until you get home.” He said and she just followed him, holding her dress away from herself. The drink sticking to her skin was one thing, but the bra she was wearing underneath was designer, custom made, by Prim Hemline herself, and she didn’t want alcohol ruining her work.

Walking into the back room, he pushed open a door into possibly the most luxurious office she’d ever seen. “Take a seat. I’ll be right back with the outfit. You… don’t mind leotards, do you?” He asked and she didn’t say a word as he disappeared back down the hallway, the door closing silently behind him.

Without a second thought, she stripped off her dress, standing in the middle of the office in nothing but her bra, panties and leggings. Holding the dress out in front of her, she looked at the damage. It would take three, at least four, washes to keep it from staining. She barely even noticed when he returned. Clearing his throat behind her, he held out the leotard, in the same color as her dress, staring at a rather interesting spot on his wall. Taking it from him quickly, she stepped into it and pulled it up over her shoulders. It hugged her curves splendidly, but she couldn’t quite reach the zipper in the back.

Clearing her own throat, she moved her ponytail out of the way as she turned her back on him. Her face flushed as she felt his hands move the zipper up, clasping a Velcro strap across it to hide it from view, as well as keeping her hair from getting stuck. “I apologize about the dress. I will pay to have it dry cleaned.” He said and she turned around and was forced to look up at him. Barely two years her senior, he’d graduated from Crystal Prep academy a year early, meaning he’d had to miss the Friendship Games. But he didn’t seem old enough to work in a club, let alone own one.

“I can… think of another way you can repay me for it.” She said and he just stared at her, barely moving as she moved up on her tip toes and brushed her lips against his own. Barely realizing what she was doing, she stepped back a little and coughed lightly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking… I…” she stopped as he pulled her back against him, his lips finding hers relatively quickly.

Once, during a slumber party, she’d been dared to share her first best kiss. The first kiss she’d ever had that made her foot “pop”. She’d begrudgingly admitted she’d never experienced that before. She’d never had a kiss other than her sister or family. She’d never even really had her “first kiss.”

The taste of booze lingered on his lips, but it wasn’t the unpleasant kind of booze most drunkards drank, or the kind her father imbibed when he was feeling especially dad-like. It was the pleasant taste of wine. She couldn’t place what wine, exactly. She’d never partaken an especially large amount. Riesling, perhaps. Pinot, maybe? Pulling away, she allowed herself to lick her lips, trying to place the flavor. As her eyes scanned the room, she spotted the bottle. Barely enough of it was gone to have really even been one glass. Gewürztraminer. One of the most expensive, if not the priciest, bottles of wine on the market.

A moment later, she wasn’t sure if he’d taken her lip licking as a sign she wanted more, and she definitely did, or if he’d caught her finding the bottle, but his lips found hers again and she allowed him to pick her up off of the floor, his hands landing on her rear.

Present

Rarity was snapped out of her reverie by a light knocking on the bathroom door. “Rarity, are you almost done in there? I should really shower so I can get back.” He said and she hopped up and went to the door to pull it open, stopping with her hand on the handle as she looked down at herself. Nothing but a night gown. A blush formed on her cheeks only to burn out almost instantly. If her suspicions were correct, they’d had sex last night, so clearly he’d seen her naked. But if they hadn’t, and he’d merely slept with her last night… she ran her hands through her hair as she stared at the door. “Rarity?” He asked again and she swallowed a lungful of air and pushed the door open.

He was, thankfully, dressed in a bathrobe. “Are you alright?” He asked and she nodded.

“Of course darling. I couldn’t be better. The bathroom’s all yours.” She said as she strode passed him, only to freeze as his hand grabbed her wrist gently.

“Rarity, what’s wrong? You weren’t like this last night.”

“I was drunk last night, or don’t you recall?”

“No, not really. We were both pretty well hammered last night.” She swallowed heavily as she composed herself, collecting her thoughts before turning around and look up at him.

“We met at the club, where my friend Vinyl Scratch was playing…”

“Ah yes, DJ Pon3. Good Mixer. I remember that.”

“We got drunk, or… one of us did… it might have been me… and… we… I… you…” she stammered and he touched her lips gently.

“Rarity, if we did anything you didn’t want me to, tell me.” He said and she shook her head quickly, taking his hand gently.

“No, no, of course not. It’s not that at all. I swear it. Just… what did I do last night?” She asked, a blush forming on her cheeks.

“Well, what most girls usually do when they get drunk and meet cute guys at a bar? Take ‘em home and let ‘em go to town until their legs are jelly.” He said and her blush turned even redder until he laughed. “I’m kidding Rarity. Mostly. We got drunk, then I spent the rest of the evening with you, drove you home, most of the way, and then got you into bed. You didn’t let me leave.” He said and her blush grew even fiercer.

“What do you mean most of the way?”

“I did the good Samaritan thing and pulled us in at the police station between here and the bar and asked them to drive us home. That I thought I was ok to drive but about a block before the turn in to their parking lot, I nearly hit a telephone pole. They understood that I wanted to get you home without alerting them, and they felt I did the right thing by stopping in and having them drive us the rest of the way.”

“So… is it my car or your car at the station?”

“Yours. Mine is still at the club. I work there though, sometimes, so it’s good. Benny probably has it.” He said and she blinked.

“Benny?”

“Yup. The bouncer. Ben Jammer. We call him Benny.” She smiled and nodded.

“So… what are we supposed to do?” She asked and he shrugged.

“What do you usually do on a weekend?”

“Design clothing, go out with my friends, spend time with my little sister.” She said and he smiled.

“Sounds like you’ve got a full schedule.”

“Well… I don’t have any male friends to model for me.” He just chuckled and stood up. “Would you…?”

“I was just getting up to do that. And to shower.” She smiled as she let him pass. He disappeared into the bathroom, the door closing behind him, and she sat on the edge of her bed. While he showered, she grabbed a wonderfully designed gown for the morning, a pair of blue jeans, and her favorite shoes. Looking at them, she realized she had yet to shower. Looking to the door into her bathroom, she sucked in a breath and walked towards it.

He’d slept with her, but he’d admitted they hadn’t done anything. Swallowing her nerves, she pushed the bathroom door open, perfectly content with the ideas running through her mind. They may not have done anything last night, but she was going to be sure they did something today.

Author's Note

Just the first part of this small section. Don't be alarmed if it doesn't update soon, we're about to move into our new house, so internet will be rather lacking for a while.

A Day in the Life of a Fashionista, Part 2

“You got me an exclusive interview with the Fancy Pants and Prim Hemline?” Rarity asked, straddling her lover’s lap. Brand just smiled up at her, his hands on her rear. “How? I understand that you own the club, and clearly Fancy Pants would go there...”

“But?”

“But he’s Fancy Pants. And Prim Hemline? The premier fashion designer in the country. How did you get exclusive interviews with them?”

“Fleur dis Lis, Fancy Pants’ body guard and secretary, owed me a favor for helping out with her little sister’s birthday party. And Prim designs most of my outfits for my shows. It’s tough to find a designer that can afford synth-leather, let alone design it. So... I pulled some strings. I’ll pay double the price for my next set of outfits from Prim, and I’ll take Fleur’s sister out to the best restaurant out there. Small price to pay to make the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met happy.”

Rarity smiled, leaning down and kissing him softly. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“Hm... came to my club.” He said and she kissed him, her lips lingering on his for a moment. “So, what would you like to do today?” He asked and Rarity pursed her lips, tapping them with a finger.

“I may have an idea.” She said as she smiled at him.

Rarity lay on her back, hands bound at the wrists in front of her, legs bound together, darkness around her. At least all she could see was darkness. The blindfold on her face was perfectly tied. No light could leak through. She did know, for a fact, that she was naked. She also knew she wasn’t home. There was also a collar around her neck, with a leash attached that trailed down between her breasts. This was all her idea. Even so, being completely helpless made her nervous. Being helpless and exposed was a small fear of hers. A fear she wanted to get over. What better way than to exchange the fear for pleasure. Turn her fear into a fetish.

She couldn’t see, but because of the blindfold, and the fact that her entire body was exposed, her other senses were heightened almost to eleven. She could smell him. His cologne. A new brand that hadn’t quite hit the market yet. Dark Temptations X. Hints of rose hidden among the scent of chocolate. He smelled incredible. It was the same scent as his shampoo and his body wash. An added bonus to Dark Temptations X was that it was non-toxic. Someone could use the entire bottle to clean themselves off and if another person licked their entire body, they’d be fine.

She could hear him too. He was wearing a long robe made of a satin and silk blend. Like fine feathers flowing across the floor or whatever she was lying on. She didn’t know whether it was a bed, a couch or a table. It was soft. Ish. Firm enough it could be a table, but plush enough it could be a bed or couch. She fidgeted a little, testing the strength of the silk bonds tying her wrists and ankles. None of them budged. When she stopped pulling at them, she froze. He wasn’t moving anymore, but his scent was closer to her feet. More accurately, her pelvis.

“Brand? What’s going on?” She asked, attempting to close her legs together. No reply. “Brand? What...” she stopped, her breath escaping in a gasp. He was touching her, his hands running over her legs, each touch like fire.

“I want you to tell me what to do, Rarity. Tell me what you want.” He said and she flushed. His hands continued to move, kneading her calves, her thighs, her hips, her sides, everywhere except where she really wanted him to touch.

“M...my... my breasts...” She said, barely above a whisper. Saying it aloud felt dirty to her. He still didn’t move.

“What about them?” She flushed and glared up at him. He just smirked, until she bucked up with her hips and kicked him off of her. “Wha, Rarity, I was just playing with you, hang on.” He said as he stood up and followed her, only to stop as she thrust a box into his hands. A relatively large box, with the label blacked out with masking tape. Likely a gift from Applejack. The tape, not the box.

“Open it.” She said, crossing her arms over her bare chest, her face practically flaming. He stared at her for a moment before crouching down in front of her, making her blush worsen as it looked like he was about to propose to her, and opened the box. “Use those on me. All of it.” She said as he stared at the contents. Tight leather leggings that went up to mid-calf. A leather bodice that had only some breast support. A collar with three different loops on it. Four different leather leashes. A mask that would cover her eyes while leaving just her nose and mouth exposed. And a butt plug with a tail in the same shade as her hair, also curled the way her hair was.

“Rarity, I know you haven’t done anything like this before. You yourself told me. Are you sure you want this to happen?” She nodded. “And you want all of this?” Another nod and he sighed and stood up, the only thing still in his grip one of the leashes. She watched him rise until he was once again standing over her. Staring up at him, she feared he would reject her. Drop the leash, turn around, get dressed, and walk away from her and out her door, as well as out of her life. Her career would be ruined. Her life would be a ruin. After this, she truly didn’t know if she could continue living if he denied her.

In her mind’s eye, she saw it all playing out exactly like that. He dropped the leash and turned away from her, disgust and hatred in his eyes as he got dressed. Once his clothes were on, he turned and shot her one last disgusted look before walking out of her room and slamming the door hard enough to shake the only picture of the two of them off of the wall, the frame cracking and the glass splitting almost perfectly down the middle, splitting the two of them apart symbolically.

Clenching her eyes shut, she tried to block out her fears, prayed with all her heart that it wouldn’t happen like that. He wouldn’t reject her, walk away from her, scorn her. When his hand touched her cheek, she flinched, as if he hit her, only to open her eyes wide when his lips brushed hers, pushing her back against the wall directly behind her, his knee finding purchase between her legs. She moaned as his leg brushed against her, his tongue finding its way into her mouth. He hadn’t even kissed her like this the first time. When he pulled away from her, her eyes remained closed and she stayed in that spot, dazed.

“Alright. We’ll do it.” He said and she slowly opened her eyes only to become blinded. He’d grabbed the blind fold and was wrapping it around her head. Her hair would be undamaged, but she’d be unable to see anything. Her hearing would be blocked too, though not entirely. She had to be able to hear after all. It’s impossible for a master to give his pet orders if she can’t hear him. Just as she’d expected, the mask cut off all sight but left her mouth and nose exposed. Staying against the wall, both for safety and so she wouldn’t fall down, she attempted to listen as he walked around the room.

Again, the mask worked perfectly. Sight was completely cut off, hearing was diminished so much she couldn’t even hear her own breathing. He’d have to speak to her as if he were at a club. Thank Eros they were at his condo and not her house. Her parents would kill him. “Come forward.” He ordered and she swallowed. She hadn’t heard anything, so she didn’t know if there was anything in front of her that she could trip over or anything she’d fall over before reaching him, but she had to listen. Tonight, she was merely a pet. Walking towards him tentatively, she scooted her feet forward a few inches at a time, feeling forward in case there was something.

When she felt his chest against her hands, she stepped forward a little more boldly, into his embrace, as he zipped the corset up her back, the leather hugging tightly around her waist and forcing her breasts up, rather than leaving them to sit on her chest. A zipper corset had been hard to find, but the price had been worth it. Thick leather for breast support, so it wouldn’t buckle, strong leather at the zippers to keep them from coming apart. It was just lose enough she could breath and move easily, but tight enough it would be impossible to remove without undoing the zipper.

Which became impossible itself when he clicked the first latch into place. The latches were tight across the zipper and placed in the middle of ones back. The one place no one could reach. Unless they were Pinkie Pie. Swallowing again, she felt him press against her back lightly, causing her to bend over slowly. She knew what came next. At least she thought she did, until she felt a small table under her stomach. The table in her bedroom had six legs. Four regular ones and two in the middle. The only table near them. She almost panicked as he clicked the cuffs around her wrists. Testing them to see where they were, she realized he’d looped them around the middle leg of the table. Until they were un-done, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Not that she really wanted to. Feeling a cold liquid on her rear, she bit her lip. A pet didn’t cry out when her master did something to her, and this was a good indicator of what was coming. The tail. Unlike the Canterlot High Wondercolt Tails, this one wasn’t a Velcro belt that attached around the waist. Feeling the first prod of the plug, Rarity bit her lip a little harder. This tail was far more intimate than the school pride ones. She nearly cried out as he pushed harder, until his lips brushed her neck, causing her to almost immediately relax, her rear folding around the plug tightly, holding it snugly in place.

The leggings came next. She felt her feet being gently encased in the boots at the bottom before the zipper cinched them around her calves and thighs. Form hugging boot leggings. Once they were on, she was set. Her lover’s personal pet. No. Not her lover. Her master. She belonged to Brand Vocal. Maybe he’d dig in the box and find the other gift. A, thankfully not permanent, tattoo of his symbol that he could put anywhere on her. Which he did so with a slap to her rear, causing her to cry out slightly. His mark was on her rear. She could feel the skin safe adhesive holding it there. Almost like a bug she needed to swat, or an itch that needed scratching. At least for a moment. It was gone soon after.

“Alright, you’re all set. I’m assuming you want me to act like your master, since you’re wearing that?” He asked and she just nodded. “Ok, I understand the cuffs, the blindfold, the plug, and the rest of the ensemble, but I don’t understand this.” He said as he tugged gently at the cuffs. “Why these? The collar makes me think you want me to leash you and take you for walks outside.” She remained quiet, her blush worsening as she fidgeted a little. “Oh, right. You may speak.”

“Eventually yes... I just... I want to build up my courage first.” She said and he nodded.

“Alright then. So let’s get started, shall we.” He said, phrasing it more like a statement than a question. When he went quiet again, Rarity tried to listen through the mask. Her unspoken query was answered when he hooked his fingers under the collar and lifted her to face him. “You wanted me to be your master, so I will be. From this point on, unless you are spoken to, you will not speak. You will not cry out unless given permission. You will not try to escape. Until this collar comes off, you belong to me. Understood?” She just nodded, her face almost literally on fire. “Good.” With a gentle slap to her cheek, he vanished.

She couldn’t hear him, couldn’t see him, and her sense of smell wasn’t strong enough to detect where he was by his cologne either. She had to rely on her sense of feeling. This outfit was the closest thing she’d ever get to a sensory deprivation chamber. Sight and sound were gone, her sense of smell was almost overpowered, the only senses she had left were taste and touch. And all she could feel, besides the slight pressure of his fingers along her back, was the floor beneath her hands. The soft carpeted floor. She was certain her sense of taste would get something soon enough.

Her feelings didn’t prove her wrong either, as Brand slowly swirled something around her lips. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and he placed two fingers on her tongue. The taste of whatever it was made her gag slightly, but without his fingers moving, she was allowed to take the time to grow used to the flavor. The non-flavor at least. It wasn’t flavored at all, which may have been what caused her to gag. She’d expected something like chocolate or vanilla. Not no flavor. When he removed his fingers, she could feel something. A sort of prickly sensation in her throat. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, and she could breathe and swallow just fine, but she almost knew what it was. Numbness.

He was numbing her throat so she wouldn’t get hurt. Swallowing her trepidation at what was about to happen, she tentatively stuck out her tongue and he slowly ran his fingers along her tongue. She reveled in the taste. And then it hit her. They’d gone out to lunch earlier and had her favorite foods. He hadn’t exactly been messy when he was eating the chocolate covered strawberries, but he’d made a show of holding onto them for just slightly longer than necessary. He’d been letting the chocolate melt so his fingers would taste like the treats.

A shiver ran up her spine and she shuddered a little. Her eyes going wide under the mask, she almost feared he’d take that as a sign of fear. She didn’t want him to think she was afraid of what was about to happen. Looking in the general direction of his face, she tried to say she didn’t mean to shiver only for the two fingers she’d just been sucking on to touch her lips. He knew. Just as well as he knew why she’d shivered. Almost as if he could smell it. “Do something for me Rarity.” He whispered, his lips brushing her ear under the mask. She just nodded. He hadn’t given her permission to speak. “Turn around.” Her cheeks flared once again. She knew exactly what was going to happen, but it was an order.

Slowly turning around, since the floor was solid wood and relatively uncomfortable on her knees, she kept her face turned to the floor. By the time her rear reached him, she could practically feel herself dripping down her legs. The anticipation, the agonizing wait, the amazing sensation of the air from the open windows blowing across her sweat soaked skin. She felt like she knew what was going to happen. Any second now, the tail would be moved and she would be pushed into a sensation of pure bliss as he claimed her as his woman. She couldn’t help but let out a weak, almost pathetic, moan.

Until a sharp crack across her rear turned her moan into a whimper. A riding crop. The same riding crop she’d seen sitting on the bed before the blindfold went on. Feathered end, black leather wrapping, and a strap to go around the wrist so it wouldn’t fly out of his grip. Each slap of the crop was just slightly harder than the last. But he was careful not to swing too low or too hard. He didn’t want to hurt her, he wanted to please her and honor her request. Most of it. Sharing her with her friend Applejack had been the one thing he’d been against. As much as he said he loved her, and as often as he said sharing her with another woman would be fine, her friends were out of the question.

Part of her wondered why, but another, smaller, part knew why. Her friends were her friends. They knew her in her public life. Fashionista and all around generous person who would give the coat off her back to a homeless person in the dead of winter. In private, she was someone else entirely. A slut who wanted to be treated like property and fucked raw until she had no feeling left in her legs. Something deep down she didn’t want her friends to know. Especially not Fluttershy or Applejack. Of all of her friends, those two respected her the most.

Twilight, Rainbow and Pinkie would never let her live it down, and Sunset would be tempted to journal to the Princess about her experience. Even as that thought crossed her mind, she felt Brand’s hand on her rump. Gentle massages with one hand. She knew what was in the other hand. At least she thought she did. The whip. Her suspicions were confirmed when the whip cracked across her rump again, right next to his hand. She moaned lightly and considered attempting to look at him. Until she remembered the blind fold. Even if he let her turn around, she couldn’t have seen him anyway.

Rarity shivered a little as she felt him place the whip across her back. She couldn’t reach for it if she wanted to, but her mind screamed at her to do something. Anything to make him fuck her. “Please Brand...” She begged, her face turned to the floor.

“Please what? You have to beg me Rarity.” He said and her face felt like it would catch fire any minute.

“Please Master Brand... I’m begging you... fuck me... make this virgin your bitch... mold this virgin pussy to your needs...” she begged and he didn’t say a word. She almost thought maybe she’d offended him. Until she felt both of his hands on her hips and the object of her begging rubbing against her.

“I’m not going to be gentle with you, Rarity.” He whispered in her ear, his length rubbing against her wet slit.

“I don’t care... just fuck me.” She moaned, clenching her eyes closed. It didn’t take too long before she felt the stabbing pain of his cock ramming home inside her. She let out a long moan as he slid into her, her pussy stretching around him until he hilted, her body clenching tight around him to hold him there. The few minutes felt like they lasted a life time. She thought she was in pure ecstasy just from him putting himself inside her.

She was quickly proven wrong as he pulled almost completely out of her before hilting inside her again, violently. She screamed, but rather than a scream of pain, it was pure bliss that tore her voice from her throat. Every thrust felt like heaven, her hips slapping against his own, his cock hilting inside her with each heavenly push. Her breasts, though held firmly by the bodice, eventually slipped free and bounced with each thrust, until his hands found them and held her against him. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, his lips finding her neck each time he thrust up into her.

She could feel her own orgasm growing closer with each thrust of his shaft into her, and she was sure his own was edging to eruption. But she had a desire she swore she would fill tonight. Sweetie Belle needed to have someone to watch out for that was younger than her. Her parents deserved to be grandparents. And who better to father her child than one of the richest men in all of Ponyville. Even as the thought crossed her mind, she could feel him adjusting, preparing to pull out of her before he blew. Judging her position, she flipped around to face him, pushed him over onto her bed, and held his hands down as she ground on him, clenching her hips.

“I want this Brand... I want to be a mother. I want you to breed me.” She said, practically begging as she leaned down and pressed her forehead against his chest, her hips working of their own accord. “Please...” She begged and she could feel the tears welling in her eyes under the blindfold. “Please take this off so I can see you as we cum.” She thought, but she wouldn’t dare say it aloud. She was his property tonight. His pet. His slave. She really didn’t have the right to ask him not to pull out of her. If he wanted to, he could do exactly that and then walk out the door for the night.

She knew he’d come back, but if he so chose, he could leave her right now. On the cusp of an orgasm so powerful just a touch would send her over the deep-end and turn her into a quivering, squirting mess. Feeling his hands at the back of her corset, she feared he was going to remove it, until they traveled up, untied the blind fold, and threw it across the room. Her eyes met his as he reached up and wiped the tears out of them.

Rolling the two of them over, he kept himself buried inside her as their lips met, sharing a kiss she had no idea she’d wanted so badly. As they parted, he pulled almost entirely out of her before thrusting inside her, hilting into her again. That was the final nail in the coffin of la petite mort. As he plunged into her, her back arched and her mind all but shut down as the two of them shared an orgasm that rocked her to her core. He didn’t pull out, not that he could with how tightly her legs were hooked around his waist.

The two of them shuddered together as their shared orgasms rocked their bodies, their juices mixing together. As he pulled out of her, ever so slowly, he reached for a small plug on the bedside table. She knew exactly what it was for, and she helped him by using her magic to float it over to him. If it surprised him to see the magical gem bring the plug, he didn’t show it. She supported herself as best she could as he slowly pulled out of her, working the plug into her and gently turning it. She could feel the two lumps at the base of it that would hold it in place. None of his sperm was leaving her womb until they were both sure she was pregnant. Exactly as she wanted.

Four months later found Brand and Rarity in the local hospital’s waiting room with all of her friends. With how much Rainbow and Pinkie paced the room, one might think they were the expecting fathers. Rarity just smiled as she clenched Brand’s hand. She was almost one hundred percent sure their activities of four months ago had ensured she was pregnant. This was merely just a formality in her eyes. Twilight and Sunset sat at the side of the room, Twilight reading a book, Sunset scanning through a newspaper. After the two of them had arrived, Brand had offered to buy Sunset a house so she could move out of the Student Housing provided by Canterlot High.

Rarity just smiled as she lifted his hand to hers, kissing his knuckles gently. Fluttershy and Applejack each cast him a quick glance every so often, as if expecting him to vanish at some point as if he were just a dream the two of them were sharing. Hearing a ding, the eight of them stood, Brand’s hand going to Rarity’s shoulders as the nurse approached, carrying a clipboard under her arm.

“I’ve got good news and bad news, Mr. Vocal, Miss Rarity. The good news is, you are pregnant.” She said and Rarity almost squealed until the nurse held up her hand. “The bad news... we found something in your blood work that may cause... complications with the pregnancy. You may not be able to deliver naturally.”

“Are you talking a C-Section?” Brand asked and the nurse nodded. His eyes went to Rarity as her hand tightened on his. “I’ll pay for it if you want it Rarity, money is no object. You know that.”

She nodded as she leaned against him. “How long do we have to think about it?” She asked and the nurse looked at the clipboard in her hand.

“I can safely give you two to three weeks. Any longer than that and you risk losing the baby.” She said and Rarity nodded before turning to her friends.

“I know it’s my body, and our baby,” Rarity started, her eyes flicking to Brand before she looked at her friends again. “But all of you are just as much a part of my family as Sweetie Belle or Brand. I want this to be our decision, not just mine.”

“A caesarian section is risky in and of itself. There could still be unseen complications.” Twilight started, the nurse nodding along with her. Out of everyone in the room, Twilight was likely the smartest about anything. “Anything could go wrong. Our... particular abilities... could make giving birth highly difficult for each of us.”

“I’m sorry miss, particular abilities?” The nurse asked and Rarity looked at Brand, who just nodded.

“You told him?” Rainbow asked and Rarity shook her head, opening her mouth to answer.

“I kinda found out. She was at my place, I was cooking us a couple of steaks. I bumped the handle of the griddle after slipping on a grease spot on the floor. The hot griddle would have landed on my face if Rarity hadn’t made a barrier to protect me.” Brand answered and Rainbow nodded slowly.

“I guess if any of us are gonna have kids someday, doctors and nurses should know, huh?” she said, not particularly looking for an answer as she zipped off down the hall in a blur of rainbow light. Several passing doctors froze mid step as Rainbow zipped back, her arms laden with soda bottles from the gas station down town, as evidenced by the sack of candies she handed off to Pinkie.

“That... how did... how is...?” One of the doctor’s stuttered and Twilight and Sunset both smiled guiltily. Brand barely looked phased, but from how his hand tensed on her shoulder, Rarity could tell he was internally freaking out.

“This is going to be a long night.” She thought to herself as she leaned against him, a smile on her face.

Author's Note

And that's part two. Hope ya'll enjoy. Next up, we've got our Part 3, though I'm not sure where to go with it. After that, is Day in the Life of a Scientist. I'm ok with the pairing of Sci-Twi an Timber Spruce, since he's not 100% a compliment to her like someone else, cough Flash Sentry cough, but I do have an idea for this next set of chapters. If ya'll don't like it, I apologize. It's an idea that popped into my head a while back that I wanted to play with, I just didn't know where to fit it in.