Expensive Tastes

In the luxurious main suite of Fancypants’ private airship, “The Gilded Lily,” Rarity bit her lip and tossed her head. Sweat dripped from her coat, falling onto Fancypants and the soft white linen of the large bed. He lay on his back, his hooves on her flanks stroking and massaging her cutie marks as she rocked back and forth above him, plunging herself onto his cock. With not even half his length inside her, she was full to the brim, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the cabin as she rode him.

The first faint blush of her building orgasm began swirling in her belly, and she moaned, moving faster on his cock, relishing its tug and pull inside her. As though in echo, a duet of moans came through the bulkhead separating the main suite and the equally luxurious guest suite.

Rarity darted her head down to kiss Fancypants, and he met her hungrily. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, and he licked the underside of it, earning a pleased whimper from her.

She drove herself onto his cock, her orgasm building slowly, her eyes desperate as she sought that height of pleasure. She felt Fancypants smile against her lips, then he sucked her tongue deeper into his mouth, his tongue dancing around it, caressing it, giving her the most wonderful sensations. Her orgasm surged closer, but finally she was left teetering on the brink, not quite able to come. Her exhalations were rising whines, and she began driving his cock into her and pausing, hoping sheer fullness would do what her previous rapid thrusting had not.

She heard Fancypants’ horn light, and then there was a gentle tweaking pull on her throbbing clit, an exquisite fillip of stimulation. Fireworks went off in her brain, and she broke the kiss to scream into the pillow, feeling herself clench around the thick cock inside her, her fullness only pushing the orgasm to greater heights. Next to her, Fancypants hissed out a breath like a steam engine on the boil.

An endless moment later, her pussy gave a final spasm of pleasure, and she let her breath out in a sigh. She smiled at Fancypants and nuzzled her cheek against his, then slowly eased his cock out of her, flinching and moaning as it tugged against oversensitive flesh. She flopped down next to Fancypants, out of breath.

He slid his arm under her neck with a smile, and she curled into his embrace. Her eyes traced the line of his cock, erect and trembling, the tip bobbing over his face. The top half of it was slick and shiny with her juices, and she licked her lips, remembering how it felt inside her. Her still-tender clit throbbed at the thought, and she raised a hoof to his cock, wanting to return the pleasure he’d just given her.

She leaned on him, laying there with his arm around her, and caressed his cock from the base to the tip, pleased by seeing it twitch under her hoof and by Fancypants’ quiet grunt. A fat drop of precum swelled at the tip of his cock, and it clung there for a moment, glistening in the light from the chandelier. He opened his mouth to let the drop fall onto his tongue, then swallowed. Watching, Rarity swallowed along with him, and felt the heat in her belly flare hotter.

A deep groan of pleasure came through the bulkhead from the next suite, rising quickly to end on a high, questioning note.

Rarity stroked the flared head of his cock, enjoying the way he squirmed and panted. Fancypants had been preventing himself from coming until she was sated, like the considerate lover he was, but watching him struggle to control himself as she stroked him, seeing him shift and pant next to her, was stirring a desire. She wanted to make him come, wanted to see his handsome face grimacing in pleasure, wanted to feel his magnificent cock buck and spurt because of her.

She brushed her cheek against his, and put a throaty whisper in his ear. “I’m going to suck your cock.” Saying the uncouth word out loud, instead of in the privacy of her head, gave her a thrill of pleasure.

He swallowed hard and nodded. “Whatever you like, my dear. I am at your service.”

She paused to give him a sultry wink. “I hope so.” She rolled upright and shifted around on the bed until she was crouching next to Fancypants’ head. She turned her head and gave the flared ridge of his cockhead a slow lick.

It was hot against her tongue, and she hummed in pleasure as she tasted herself on him. She lapped at the ridge and the first few inches of his shaft with eager flicks of her tongue, exploring the terrain, seeking his most sensitive places.

He failed to stifle a moan, and the sound stirred her to action. She opened wide, wanting him inside her mouth so that she could taste more of him at once. She hesitated as the moans from next door suddenly vibrated through the bulkhead, rising in intensity to peak in two wet screams. Rarity inhaled sharply, her pussy winking with sudden arousal.

In front of her open mouth, his cock throbbed, the head swelling and squeezing out another fat drop of precum. She darted her tongue to catch it, enjoying its clean, salty flavor and Fancypants’ appreciative groan. She focused on his cock, the dark column of it arcing gently away from her down to his sheath, the veins and ridges on its length becoming indistinct with distance. It was awe-inspiring and a bit frightening. She wanted to see and feel his orgasm, but the sheer immensity of him was too much for her to handle alone.

Her face lit up as she hatched a plan. Three ponies are better than one, they say. She leaned on her elbow and looked down at Fancypants with a smile. “Why don’t we invite Fleur and Applejack to join us?”

He returned her smile, a quiet hunger dancing in his eyes. “That sounds delightful.”

Rarity leaned down to kiss him, their lips sliding against each other. She captured his bottom lip between hers and stroked it with her tongue, drawing a hiss of breath from him. Pleased, she pulled away and squeezed his hoof. He squeezed in return, panting lightly.

Rarity hopped off the bed and headed for the guest suite. She glanced over her shoulder at Fancypants, sprawled on the bed, fully erect. She blew him a kiss and left the room. She knocked at the next door and a moment later, Fleur de Lis answered from within, her deep voice coming clearly through the polished wood. “Come in, darling.”

As she pushed the door open, Rarity’s nose was filled with the scents of sex and aroused mare, and she pulled it into her lungs with relish. Fleur and Applejack were sprawled on the bed near each other, both breathing hard from their recent orgasms. A double-headed vibrator was on the bed between them, slick and writhing. Fleur’s horn lit and the vibrator went still.

Rarity leaned on the door, giving them both a sultry smile. “Would you ladies care to join Fancypants and myself in the other suite?”

AJ and Fleur exchanged a glance, and AJ piped up, “I suppose it’d be good manners to meet our host beyond just a hoofshake when we came on board.”

Fleur gave her a knowing look. “I think you’ll enjoy making his acquaintance, my dear.”

AJ arched an eyebrow at her. “Y’don’t say? Well, let’s go, then. I’m not the sort of gal who’d miss an acquaintance.” With a little grunt, she rolled off the bed to her hooves.

Rarity led the way to the main suite, Fleur immediately behind her. Fancypants had shifted to a chair, a small glass of some brown liquor on the table beside him. His cock had fallen to half-mast, forming a long dark arch extending away from his body.

Applejack entered the room and did a double-take. “Sweet Celestia, look at that thing!” Immediately, she caught herself and blushed. She met Fancypants’ amused eyes, and walked across the room to shake his hoof. “Pleasure to meet you again, sir. I’m Applejack, thank you for having me on board. Your wife is very beautiful.” She kept her eyes locked to Fancypants’, resolutely ignoring the massive dong bobbing next to her.

Fancypants grinned at her. “She’s a tiger in the sack, too, isn’t she? It sounded like you were both having a good time.”

Applejack chuckled and relaxed, settling back on her hooves a little. “You’re sure right about that.” They fell silent for a moment, and then Applejack cleared her throat and indicated his cock with a tilt of her head. “May I?”

He gestured at it, as though to say ‘what’s mine is yours,’ and leaned back into the chair, his glass levitating along with his motion. Applejack looked at his cock, her head turning to take in its full length. She blew out a breath and put a hoof under it, lifting it as though testing its weight. She gave a low, impressed whistle, and shot a glance at Fancypants. He winked at her and raised his glass as though toasting her.

Seeing her gorgeous blonde sometimes-lover hefting that massive cock sparked an insistent throb in Rarity’s pussy, and she glanced over at Fleur. She’d seen Fleur before, in her business and social interactions with Fancypants, but she’d never considered her physically. Now she was, and she found that she liked what she saw. Long legs, big eyes, full lips, and a pert, beautiful ass. She only realized she had been staring at Fleur’s sculpture-worthy ass when it twisted toward her and Fleur’s moist and swollen vulva winked at her.

Rarity stiffened, caught red-hoofed, and flicked her gaze to Fleur’s face. Her full lips were curved in a smile, and her eyes were dancing with amusement. Rarity had the grace to blush. “I do apologize, Fleur. It’s just that it’s . . .”

Fleur grinned and wiggled her butt. “Entrancing, I know. You wouldn’t believe how many ponies I catch staring every day.” She paused, as though a thought had just occurred to her. “Actually, I suppose you would.” She closed one pink eye in a playful wink, and Rarity giggled, her blush flaring hotter.

Fleur leaned close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, you don’t have to just look.” Rarity shuddered with desire.

They were interrupted by a startled oath from Applejack, and they looked over to find her sitting on the floor, using both hooves to stroke Fancypants’ cock, which was towering over her and still stiffening. She looked over her shoulder at them, her eyes wide and bright, and saw them watching. “Rarity, you had this thing inside you?”

Rarity answered, demurely, “Just the tip.”

Applejack shook her head, her hooves still busy coaxing his cock to its full size. “ ‘Just the tip’ is the size of most stallions, let alone their peckers.”

Fancypants and Fleur burst out laughing, and Rarity giggled too. “It’s fine, my dear. Fancypants is a consummate gentlestallion. He has restraint.”

Fleur perked up. “Speaking of restraint, Fancy, Applejack mentioned that she knows a few . . . rope tricks.”

Fancypants perked up too, looking at Applejack with new interest. “You don’t say? Would you be willing to demonstrate for me, Miss Applejack?”

She gave him a considering look. “Sure, I can tie ya up, if you like that sort of thing. I ain’t got my rope, though.” Fancypants looked at Fleur, and Applejack followed his gaze as the tall mare went to a chest snug against the wall and produced a coil of silk rope. She gave it to Applejack, who shifted it in her hooves, testing it. “Huh. Nice rope. This’ll do just fine. Should I just go ahead and do it, then?”

Fancypants nodded and held out his arms to be tied, but Fleur interrupted. “No, no, darling. You simply must be on the bed. It will make things so much more entertaining for us.”

Fancypants grinned. “Right you are, my dear.” He slugged back his drink and stood up, his cock bobbing underneath him. He hopped nimbly onto the bed and lay down on his side, putting his arms behind him to be bound. He met Applejack’s eyes. “This should do nicely, Miss Applejack.”

Applejack prepared the rope. “You can leave off with the ‘Miss’ there, Fancypants. I was touchin’ your pecker just a minute ago. Formality’s kinda gone out the window.”

Fancypants laughed again, and as Applejack began tying his arms, he smiled at Fleur. “You were so right about coming to Ponyville, my dear.”

Rarity came around the big bed to watch the knotting with interest, finding herself aroused by Applejack’s nimble lips and tongue as she tied a series of knots, holding Fancypants’ arms immobile without being tight enough to cut off the blood flow.

Finally he was restrained, a web of silk holding his arms back. Applejack reached up and rolled him onto his back. “How’s that, hon? Are you layin’ on ‘em fine?”

Fancypants nodded and smiled. “Perfectly comfortable, my dear. You may ravish me as you see fit.” He winked, his smile becoming a grin.

Applejack rubbed her hooves together, eyeing his cock. “Don’t mind if I do. This big ol’ thing has been callin’ my name for a while now.” She climbed up onto the bed and positioned her very wet pussy up against the broad head. She pressed back against it, hissing as it pushed between her lips.

Rarity was transfixed by the sight of that impossibly huge cock being swallowed up between the muscular cheeks of Applejack’s gorgeous ass. Applejack began panting, and Rarity panted along with her, unconsciously, amazed by the thought that her own slender vulva had been spread so pornographically around that same cock only minutes before. She remembered the feel of it inside her, stretching her wonderfully, and she felt a drop of her own arousal run down the inside of her leg.

A hoof touched Rarity’s flank, and she flinched in surprise. She looked up at Fleur, whose heavy-lidded gaze made Rarity’s knees feel weak. Fleur leaned in until their lips were only inches apart, and said, enunciating each word, “I want to taste you.”

Rarity whimpered at the sight of Fleur’s tongue moving between her even white teeth. She hopped onto the bed, crouching next to Fancypants, her round butt high in the air and begging for attention. The bed shifted as Fleur climbed on behind Rarity.

Applejack’s panting breaths became moans as she continued to inch further down onto Fancypants’ cock. Rarity laid her cheek against the cool sheets and watched the look of pained pleasure on Applejack’s face as she worked the long dark cock into herself. Fancypants breathed deeply, his face set in a frown of concentration.

Fleur’s hoof touched Rarity’s rump, pulling her cheek aside, spreading her pussy to be licked. Rarity held her breath until the heat of Fleur’s tongue made contact, licking and caressing. Her breath gusted out in a moan of pleasure.

Applejack yelped and stopped backing up. She looked down between her legs and saw how much of Fancypants’ cock was still in the open air, and made a frustrated little sound, as though she’d just lost a competition. Then she shrugged, and began rolling her hips, her pussy making wet noises as she stirred his cock around inside herself. Her face settled into a happy, expectant little smile, and below her, Fancypants’ breathing sped up.

Fleur’s tongue dove inside Rarity, and she pressed her head into the sheets with a cry of approval. The cry caught Applejack’s attention, and she smiled down at Rarity. “She’s got—mmm—got quite a tongue on her, don’t she?” Rarity nodded against the mattress, taking little gasping breaths whenever Fleur’s nimble tongue found a sweet spot inside her.

Applejack stopped rolling her hips, and Fancypants blew out a sigh. She braced her arms on either side of his head and leaned forward, pulling his cock out of her with a slow wet slurp. She bit her lip and snorted. When only the tip was left inside her, she waited a moment, meeting Fancypants’ eyes. Then she leaned back, driving it back into her. She moaned all the way down, a low rumble of satisfaction that filled Rarity’s brain with desire. Applejack sped up her pace with each thrust, sucking air in as she rocked forward off his cock and gusting it out as she plunged herself back.

Fleur’s ministrations had brought Rarity to the quivering edge of orgasm, and her breath came in needy little whines. She moved her hips, trying to ride Fleur’s tongue into bliss. Fleur grabbed her hips, holding her still, then flicked her tongue against Rarity’s clit. “Oh Sun!” Rarity arched her back as the orgasm sparked through her like lightning, setting her nerves afire. Fleur kept lapping at her clit, and Rarity reached between her legs to grab her mane, to keep her right on that perfect spot and prolong this ecstasy.

She writhed and bucked against Fleur’s face, unable to speak beyond moans and grunts. When she became aware of the world again, she found Fancypants looking at her, a smile on his lips, naked desire in his eyes.

“I’m gonna come.” Applejack’s flat declaration drew all eyes to her. Her pace on Fancypants’ cock grew erratic, then she drove herself backwards to her limit and froze. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath until a cry burst from her. “Nnnaa! Oh Celestia, I’m comin’, I’m comin’ on your pecker and it feels so good, it’s fillin’ me up oh Sun I’m so full inside—” She continued talking as she came, narrating her pleasure for everyone to hear, all her muscles tense and quivering. A trail of clear fluid ran down the shaft of Fancypants’ cock.

Rarity’s clit throbbed at hearing Applejack’s orgasmic tirade. Ever since the first time she’d heard it, it had stayed with her as one of the sexiest things that that sexy mare was capable of.

At length, Applejack wound down, now only panting. She resumed fucking Fancypants almost immediately, as Rarity had suspected she would. She didn’t know whether it was an earth pony ‘thing’ or simply because Applejack was a fine physical specimen, but she was practically insatiable. Rarity smiled at memories of long, rewarding nights spent with the muscular farmer.

Applejack smiled at Fancypants, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she slid his cock in and out relentlessly. “You come too, sugar. I wanna feel it.”

Fancypants grunted and shook his head. “Not yet. I never permit myself to come until my partner is satisfied,” he said primly.

Applejack leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips. She winked at him. “We’ll just see about that, won’t we?”

Fancypants grinned at her and stretched his neck up to brush his lips against hers. “Loser stays and has dinner with us.”

Applejack guffawed. “I like the way you think, Fancypants. You gotta deal.”

She sank down along his shaft until she reached her limit. She took a breath and stuck her tongue out, concentrating. The muscles in her flanks and belly began rippling, and Fancypants’ eyes widened in surprise. He panted and blew, and struggled against the ropes holding his arms.

“Fleur,” he gasped, “would you please massage Applejack’s cutie marks for me? I seem to be . . . indisposed, as it were.”

Fleur was leaning comfortably on Rarity, stroking a hoof through Rarity’s soft coat, her face alight with interest as she watched Applejack ride her husband. At Fancypants’ request, her ears pricked up. “Oh ho, a mare who can best the mighty Fancypants? How intriguing.” She put a hoof to her forehead dramatically, swooning across Rarity. “Alas, poor Applejack, I am bound by the bonds of matrimony to assist my husband in his quest to make you come your brains out.”

Applejack snickered, sending the ripples out of sync for a moment. “Don’t make me laugh, y’all, this trick ain’t easy.”

Fleur touched Rarity on the shoulder to draw her attention, then whispered in her ear, her tone light and playful. “You and I are going to rig this game, because I haven’t seen Fancy lose his control unintentionally in years, and it’s always an experience. I want you to sit behind Applejack and massage her cutie marks, just like he asked. I believe you’ll find it a pleasant seat.” She winked at Rarity, then seemed to remember something. She whispered again. “And you’ll stay for dinner, yes?”

Rarity smiled at her and tilted her head for a kiss, which Fleur gave eagerly. A moment later, they separated, and Rarity nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it, darling.”

She stood and surveyed the portion of Fancypants’ cock which remained outside Applejack, finding that it was more than long enough to sit on comfortably. She swung a leg over Fancypants’ torso, holding Applejack’s hips for balance as she lowered herself onto the thick shaft between her legs. It was hot against her vulva, and she squirmed on it, enjoying the sensation and the strangled noise Fancypants made. She reached down to spread her lips apart, and sighed at the feeling of her clit pressing against the underside of his hard cock.

She bent forward and gripped Applejack’s muscular flanks right over her cutie marks, drawing a girlish gasp from her. She began stroking her hooves in small circles, just the way Applejack liked it, and Applejack moaned in response. Like many ponies, her cutie marks were a sensitive area.

It was Rarity’s turn to give a girlish gasp as her own cutie marks were gripped from behind by a pair of slender hooves. Fleur tugged back on her hips, and Rarity moved with the pull, sliding herself along Fancypants’ cock, her muscles jumping as her clit dragged over his veins and ridges. Then Fleur pushed, and Rarity rocked her hips forward, moaning quietly as her pussy slid onto Applejack’s fluids, which coated his shaft with slickness. Her thighs pressed against Applejack’s taut ass and they both let out pleased little noises at the feeling. Fleur gave a last tug, then let go, and Rarity continued her rocking motion, masturbating herself on the hot hardness of the massive cock beneath her, pressing herself against Applejack’s lovely ass on each stroke.

Fancypants’ gasping and moaning increased rapidly, spurred on by the sensations of two hot pussies enfolding his cock, and he choked out, “Oh, that’s hardly fair—ah!” The last syllable leapt from his mouth as a pleased yelp.

Applejack leaned down close to Fancypants, giving Rarity an eye-opening view of her flushed, swollen labia stretched taut around the huge cock resting inside her. Applejack’s voice was low and thick with lust as her words ground out of her. “You’re gonna come now. You’re gonna shoot off in my pussy, and we’re both gonna enjoy it, so just get it over with and gimme that cum.”

Fancypants clenched his teeth. “This is about the pride of a gentlestallion! I shall never give in! I shall never surrender!” Suddenly his mouth opened in an O of surprise. “Fleur! Aah!”

Rarity moaned as she felt his cock stiffen and swell against her pussy. Fancypants groaned, a low guttural roar, and his head pressed back into the mattress. Pulses of cum flowed through his cock, pressing against Rarity’s clit with an insistent throb, pulling her almost to the edge.

Applejack sucked in a breath and dropped her head next to Fancypants’, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Nnf! Uh! Oh Sun, your pecker is filling me with cum, there’s cum in me and it’s hot it’s filling me up Oh Celestia it’s so hot, you just keep coming into me, come for me hon, oh I love it so much—”

As Rarity watched, Applejack’s pussy clenched rhythmically, squeezing out a raft of hot white cum with each pulse. It was too much for Rarity, and she rubbed herself faster on the throbbing, spasming cock between her legs and cried out as the rush of orgasm flared out from her clit and through her body.

A few minutes later, the sweaty, satisfied ponies finally caught their breaths, and stirred into motion. Rarity found herself draped over Applejack’s still-quivering buttocks, inhaling the scent of her clean sweat. She tried to dismount gracefully from Fancypants’ stomach, but wound up falling over onto the bed with a squeak of surprise.

Applejack crept forward, sliding the softening length out of herself with a satisfied moan. Fancypants’ cock fell to lay across his chest and neck with a wet splat, and he grunted. He blinked up at Applejack, a little smile on his face. “Oh my. That was . . . simply wonderful,” he breathed.

Applejack bent her neck to kiss him, a tender press of lips, then let herself fall to lay next to him. Rarity scooted close, snuggling up behind Applejack with a sigh. Applejack nodded against the sheets. “Sure was. That was the finest fuckin’ I’ve had in . . . forever, maybe.”

Rarity nuzzled Applejack’s sweaty mane, and Applejack turned to look back at her. “Thanks for bringin’ me along here, Rarity. You were right, I do like these city folks.”

Rarity giggled and pecked her on the cheek. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, my dear.”

Fleur, the only pony in the room who was up and about, walked around to the side of the bed, looking fondly at the three exhausted ponies as she did so. She pushed Fancypants onto his side, rolling him into Applejack, who grinned at him. “Well howdy there.”

Fancypants feigned stuffy embarrassment. “I say, my apologies for dropping in like this.”

Applejack gave a low chuckle and put her arm around him. “Oh, I don’t mind none.”

After a few moments of puzzling and magical prying, Fleur undid the knots binding Fancypants’ arms. He immediately reached up and scratched his nose, followed by a relieved sigh.

Rarity recalled Fancypants’ surprised exclamation just before his orgasm, and she raised her head to look across his body at Fleur. “Just what was it you did that made him come?”

Fleur gave her a mischievous grin. “I know his weak spots.” She stuck out her nimble tongue and darted it at the air. “I gave his balls a little attention. It’s a favorite of his.”

Rarity nodded. Remembering that tongue inside her, she could believe it.

Fleur clapped her hooves together, beaming at them. “The baths are drawing. Let’s get cleaned up, and then, dinner!”

Rarity’s stomach growled at the thought of food. “Dinner sounds delightful, my dear.” Applejack nodded and made agreeable noises. Looking at Fleur’s smiling face, Rarity felt a tingle in her hips, and hoped that there would be room for dessert.

This chapter—or this story, as I think of them, because that doesn't imply a strict continuity—was expanded from my entry for Sexty Minute Ponies' prompt #13. The prompt was "Applejack shows Rarity the ropes." I hope everyone enjoys it.